I love your tattoo Harry when are we getting more , like is Harry very kinky with her as time goes on and does she still get shy

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some good ol' daddy smut?

a/n: let my imagination run wilddd with this haha my first piece centered just around smut so bear w me pls lol and it’s unedited as of rn

warnings: smut, daddy kink, slight degrading/praise, spanking

It was finally summer break for Y/N, meaning she could come along on Harry’s tour instead of staying home and studying. There was nothing better than spending time with Harry or watching him perform at night, filled with enthusiasm and adrenaline. It was especially nice to be able to fall asleep next to him while his body provided her with the warmth she had been missing during his absence.

Harry was playing in Washington D.C. tonight, and she currently was watching him get dressed and ready in his dressing room. Her legs dangled over the arm of the couch, scrolling on her phone mindlessly as she allowed Harry and his hairdresser to converse. Soon, though, he was completely ready, and the pair were left in the room alone. “How do I look, doll?” Harry broke the silence, sitting back in his chair as he peered over at her with a smug smirk beginning to form on his lips.

He knew he looked absolutely perfect, like he always does. He just wanted to hear it from her, wanted to be reminded of the fact that he was the prettiest boy she had ever laid her eyes on. Y/N lifted her head, her eyes widening as she took in his outfit: a checkered suit that hugged his body nicely with a black, button-up shirt that was hardly buttoned as even his butterfly tattoo was beginning to peak through. She gulped, shutting her phone and sitting up on the couch.

“Look…” She began to say, standing up from her spot and walking over to him until she stood between his legs, his hands moving to grip onto her waist. “…very, very handsome.”

“Very, very? That’s too kind, love,” He teased her, to which she rolled her eyes at, smiling down at him until he pulled her closer, his hand tangling itself into her hair messily and tilting her head down so he could press a firm kiss against her lips.

With how good he looked right now, she couldn’t help but climb into his lap, her legs straddling his thighs as she leaned her head further down to deepen the kiss. Her hips began to instinctively grind against his as she thought about unbuttoning his shirt further to reveal his toned chest in its full glory.

With that thought in mind, her hands moved to unbutton his shirt further, but she was stopped as his large hands gripped her wrists and pressed her hands to her sides. “Not now, kitten. ‘ve got a show in just ten minutes,” He stopped her, hand moving to tap her bum in a signal for her to move off of him.

But, she wasn’t having it. “Please, H, I’ll be fast,” She urged him, eyes pleading as she started to roll her hips against his once more, the desire surging throughout her.

“After the show, petal,” He promised her, his hands moving back onto her waist.

Y/N knew how to win him over though, with her pretty lashes batting at him and the word that drives him crazy. “Daddy, please,” She begged softly, her voice innocent though she was far from it considering she was grinding onto his thigh this very moment. He froze, his jaw clenching as he looked at her with a stern gaze.

She thought she had won, that he would give in and bend her over his dressing table as he pounded into her. But, when his hand gripped her chin in his palm roughly and his eyes met hers in a frustrated gaze, she knew differently. “I said no, (Y/N). Control yourself. Be a good girl and listen to daddy unless yeh’ want him to give yeh’ an even worse punishment after the show since yeh’ feel like disobeying him today.”

She gulped at that, nodding slowly as his lips curved into a satisfied smirk, hand stroking her cheek tauntingly, “Now, thas’ a good girl.” His hand patted her bum again, and this time she listened, slowly peeling herself off his lap though she regretted it instantly. “Wish me luck, doll,” He spoke to her once more as he left to exit the room, head turning over his shoulder as he waited with an arched brow.

“Good luck,” She responded, her voice small.

“Good luck who?”

Her brows furrowed in confusion, but at the sight of the cocky grin on his face, it pieced together. “Good luck, daddy,” She corrected herself, feeling satisfied when he responded with a wink and chuckle then left the room.

The next two hours were pure torture. She was forced to watch him perform up on stage for everyone, when all she really wanted was him between her thighs. It didn’t help that he was even a cocky shit while performing. It had her especially soaking when his lips curved up into his signature smirk while performing “Medicine”, the same expression he makes when his tongue is lapping against her folds and he knows she’s about to cum.

As he began to say his goodbyes to his audience, Y/N made her way back to his dressing room, anxious in anticipation for what he would do with her. She knew he didn’t take disobedience lightly, and he would take any shot he had to have her quivering for him. Biting down on her bottom lip, she resumed her position on his couch, her hands twisting on her lap nervously.

She wasn’t sure how he would go about it, whether he would take her immediately when he walked in or if he would taunt her by forcing her to wait even longer until they were back in the hotel room. When Harry was particularly dominant, she would never be able to predict what his next move was. That was what had her so excited, the unpredictability of his moves.  

It wasn’t long till the dressing room’s door flew open to reveal the demon of her desires. He looked so poised and confident, like he knew exactly what effect he had on her. His brown curls were slightly wet with sweat from bouncing around the stage for the past few hours, and his green orbs held a wild hue within them, filled with both lust and his pumping adrenaline from his concert. “Didn’t see yeh’ by the seats after the concert finished,” He addressed her, moving over to his dressing room table, leaning back against it. His feet crossed in front of him, arms crossed over his chest, as he stared at her with a smug glint in his eyes.

Her anxiousness was rather evident, and he noticed her fumbling in her seat as she was practically leaking off her neediness for him. “Just came back here while you were saying goodbye,” She explained to him, still chewing on her bottom lip.

Harry nodded slowly, still looking at her as like she was his to prey on, “Came to sit here all patiently and show what a good girl yeh’ are to daddy, hm?”

So, that’s how it would be, he would be addressing the subject right here then. She paused before nodding back in response, “Yes.”

Harry pushed off from the table, sauntering over to her in slow, threatening strides till he stood in front of her. Her head tilted up to gaze up at him, and his index finger and thumb took hold of her chin in a much gentler grasp than previously. “See, if yeh’ had been a good girl like this before, I wouldn’t have to give yeh’ a proper spanking right now, would I? But, no, yeh’ had to act like a desperate slut for daddy’s cock,” He murmured lowly, his voice raspy and tone nonchalant, as if his words weren’t causing her thighs to press together.

“I’m s-“ She began to say but was cut off with his index finger pressing against her lips, followed by a stern shake of his head.

“‘Nough of you speaking. Yeh’ know the drill, kitten,” He directed her, moving to sit down on the couch with his knees slightly spread. She slowly got up, pulling down her skinny jeans to reveal a pair of laced knickers. Her fingers stopped at the waistband of her underwear, looking up at Harry for permission, unsure if he still wanted them on or not. He merely gave a nod of his head which was confirmation enough for her to slip the fabric off her legs.

Moving back towards him, she laid across his lap, head pressed into the cushion of the couch as her bum was perched for him to use as his plaything. “Bratty sluts like yeh’ need to be reminded of their place, don’t they? Think they can bat their pretty lashes and get whatever they want, huh?” He drawled out, his hand rubbing the flesh of her ass soothingly before he struck down against it, causing a whimper to fall from her lips.

“What was tha’? No sounds, I said,” He scolded her, not giving her a moment to recover as his hand slapped down against the skin again. She bit down harshly on her lip, knowing her pink assets were a flushed red by now. But, she had to listen in order to be able to cum tonight. So, she would bite as hard as necessary to make sure no sound would omit from her lips.

“How many do yeh’ think yeh’ deserve? Ten? Fifteen?” He paused, waiting to see if she would break his rule and answer him. When she didn’t, he hummed in content, “Thas’ right, daddy’ll decide tha’ cus’ daddy knows best, doesn’t he? He knows wha’s best for his little, needy whore.” Her thighs clenched together, dripping from merely his words and the way his hand ghosted over her skin teasingly.

She remained a good girl though throughout the entire spanking, her hands clutching onto the couch tightly as she jumped a few times when his hand struck down against her ass too quickly. When the fifteen spanks were over, she had tears welled up in her eyes in frustration and a bum that was as red as her lips. “Such a good girl fo’ daddy now, aren’t yeh’? Think I should finally give yeh’ what yeh’ were so desperate for?” He asked her, tilting his head to the side. His hand reached for her jaw, grabbing her face and turning her head to look at him.

Noticing her teary eyes and pouty lips, he smirked faintly, satisfied with his job. “Answer.”

“Y-Yes, I think I’ve learnt my lesson, daddy,” She responded in a shaky voice.

He bent down, pressing a small kiss to her lips before pulling back and whispering into her ear, “Well, I think yeh’ can wait till the hotel.”