he tries to hold in his laugh, "not until you be a big girl and ask politely." "but, daddy!" she almost cries as she scoots closer to his back, poking him and resorting to lazily slapping at him when he doesn't budge. "alright, fine." he picks her up and places her beside him, turning his back to her as he pretends to sleep on his side. "no, i don't wanna say." y/n blushes, her movements stopping as she rethinks if she wants this or not and of course she does! she wants to feel him deep inside of her gut and his arms wrapped around her. making her admit to something she thought would be silly once she's out of her little headspace. "tell me what you want." there was no way he was going to let her get what she wants without humiliating her first.
Harry knew this wouldn't be "quickly" and it would be something they'd fall asleep too and not want to end, but he plays along with her. "that's not what you're upset about is it?" he tilts his head and watches her press herself further down onto him as if his cock would magically slip into her through the thin layers of fabric and she would finally feel that release she had been dying for. it's not what she wants and it wasn't tending to her real needs and desires. "very." her eyes shutter closed, but she still cries out.
"feel good, princess?" he asks, watching her get herself off on his clad cock. puppy dog eyes staring into his, beginning to pant when his hard cock is throbbing between her folds, probing at her clit, she grinds softly. "i think i know what you want." he whispers, patting her hair down like she was his pet. she was overly sensitive when she was needy and if he pushed too far she could break and it would take longer for her to come out of her sub-space. Harry had to be careful when he was talking to her while she was like this. Y/n swallows thickly before looking up at him, glasses still perched on his nose and an evident frown, "sorry, daddy." "look at me when i'm talking." his thick accent rolls off his tongue and vibrates through his chest. instead, her head falls on his chest and she cuddles further into him, just waiting for him to reciprocate the attention. "i can't help if you don't talk." he stiffens against her body and she hates it she wanted him to embrace her with his warm body and to fill her up while they fell asleep together. She doesn't say anything, she just snuggles closer into him. "yes?" at first he's stern, but it doesn't take long for him to just want to take her sorrow away and give her what she needs. her full lips pouted, eyebrows furrowed and eyes all glossed over like a fictional princess. he turns to her and she's laying on her side underneath the covers, that all too familiar look on her face. Harry was just about to settle down for the night, putting his book on the bedside table and ready to take his glasses off but he refrains when he feels her small little hand wrap around his wrist. personally, he enjoyed seeing her so needy and humiliated to the point where she would crawl into his lap and cry, or whimper for him.Īnd that's exactly what she was doing tonight.
but she was always way too embarrassed to ever admit it and harry usually had to coax and drag it out of her before he could solve the problem. when all she wanted was to be caressed, praised and filled to the brim with his cock. He had dealt with y/n a lot of the time like this.
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