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“Baby girl, you can't send pictures like that to me.”
Rose smirked as Harry let her into Grimmauld. The place smelled like heaven, and whatever Harry was cooking was making her drool almost more than the thoughts of her plans for the evening.
“Did you not like them?” She hopped up onto the kitchen counter and pushed her lips out in a pout.
His hand wrapped around her throat, pulling her close, and Rose gasped. “I had to hide my erection around your father. I had to hide how much I liked your pictures while your father kept asking me if I was alright.”
She opened her legs wider, inviting him to step into her space.
“Already a greedy slut tonight?”
“Always for you,” she responded, as if it were a challenge.
“Too bad you’ll have to wait.”
Rose whined, and Harry shot her a look. He dropped his hand and turned, continuing to work on the food.
“You’re no fun.”
Harry let out a single laugh. “If you think so. Now, be a good girl and give me something pretty to look at while you tell me about your day, and I'll finish cooking.” He shot her a look that sent a shot of wetness to her knickers. “You’re going to need your energy.”
Rose bit back a moan as she watched him move around the space. His jeans were doing nothing to hide his shapely arse. Maybe if she were good, he’d let her have a taste.
But who was she kidding? She loved to tease the man. Even before they started seeing each other, she’d tease him at family dinners or anytime they were in the same space. “Accidentally” grazing his shoulder as she walked past. Or “accidentally” spilling wine across her chest so she could clean herself up in front of him.
The final straw happened after her mastery completion dinner. She had worn an emerald green fitted dress, with asymmetrical ruffles that showcased all her curves. After a couple of glasses of wine, she’d dropped her wand while telling a story to Roxanne and had bent to pick it up.
It wasn’t until Rose heard the sharp inhale behind her that she realized her dress had ridden up, showing off her new, white lace thong.
She’d straightened herself and winked at Harry before exiting the room with her cousin.
The following week, the family got back together for Harry’s birthday. The same party where he announced he was staying home for good. She’d caught him alone once her father and his siblings had gone to play a game of Quidditch.
“I forgot to give you my gift.” She’d whispered before pulling the same thong down her legs.
“Rose,” Harry warned, stepping back against the wood of the shed.
She slipped the fabric into his jacket pocket. “In case you need something to wrap your cock in later.”
“You’re a tease, aren’t you, little girl?”
“I think you’ll find out I’m a lot of things,” she giggled. “But I am no longer a little girl.”
Rose had excused herself from the party, and shortly after she’d arrived at her flat, there was a knock at the door.
That was a year ago.
What had started as lust-filled hookups had turned into lunches and dinners and waking up in each other's arms.
And no one knew.
That she knew of, that was. Her Uncle George had shot her a knowing look or two over the months, but he’d never said anything outright. And she’d like to keep it that way.
Harry may be The Boy Who Lived, but he’d turn into The Man Who Died at the hands of his best friends if they found out all the things he’d done to their daughter.
And despite her being a grown adult, her father would try to keep her locked inside if he could.
As Harry cooked, he gave Rose a spoon to taste. She took the metal between her lips, never breaking eye contact until the taste of ginger and turmeric sank into her taste buds. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she let out an obscene moan.
He cursed under his breath as she licked the spoon clean.
“You’re really asking for it, aren’t you?”
She blinked at him, the complete look of innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I bet.” He pulled the spoon from her mouth and tossed it into the sink before bracketing her within his arms. “If I were to touch you, I’d already find you wet.”
He moved his hands from the counter and placed them just above her knees, spreading her legs a little wider.
“You think so?” Her chin rose as Harry gripped her tighter.
“I guess we’ll see.”
His fingers trailed higher, until they were dancing with the hem of her dress. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers as he touched the apex of her thighs, softly stroking her over her knickers.
She whimpered into the kiss, arching into his touch and seeking more friction.
“Greedy slut,” he whispered against her as he pulled away. His lips moved down the soft lines of her jaw and neck, kissing each of her freckles in his path.
“Yes.”
“Already so desperate, and I haven’t even started.”
He pressed harder, rubbing her clit through her knickers, causing her to gasp.
“Just as I suspected, you’re already soaked. Good thing you have these on.” He pulled on the elastic of her knickers before snapping it back against her. “I can’t have you making a mess on my counters.”
“You-you can always clean it yourself,” she bit back, gasps interrupting her words. “You love the taste of me.”
“True.” He slipped two fingers under the fabric, teasing her slit. “Now, here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to come on my fingers like the pretty slut you are. Then we will eat dinner. You’re going to keep your knickers on, and you’re going to sit still like a good girl.”
“And then?”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
One of his fingers slipped inside her, and Rose gasped.
“Fuck, Harry.”
“I love it when you say my name.” He slipped another finger inside her, curling them upwards and hitting a spot that had her gasping. “Fuck, you’re clenching already. Did your cunt miss me that much?”
Rose nodded as she moaned. Sweat lined her brow as Harry played her body like an instrument. His lips continued to mark her skin as he quickened his pace.
“Are you going to come for me, gorgeous?”
“Please-”
“Please what?” His thumb was rubbing circles on her clit, sending shivers up her spine.
“Please, Harry,” she choked out. “I want to come for you.”
A third finger made its way inside, and Rose gasped at the intrusion. “Fuck. Please- please- please let me come.”
Harry’s lips returned to hers, kissing her firmly before whispering against her lips. “Come for me, my sweet slut.”
Rose called out his name as she came on his fingers. She wrapped her arms around him and held on as the waves of her orgasm washed over her. Harry continued to rub circles on her clit, working her through her orgasm.
“That’s my girl.”
Just as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, his wand alarm went off.
“Perfect timing.”
He moved around the kitchen, turning off the oven, pulling the dish out, and setting it onto the dining table in the next room. He made a few more trips, bringing over glasses, silverware, and side dishes. Harry had renovated Grimmauld following the war. With her mother’s help, they installed Muggle appliances and electricity. Uncle Bill and Aunt Fleur had helped remove any lingering Black family curses until they knew every inch of the house was safe for anyone to walk into. Considering Harry’s Muggle cousin came by on occasion with his family, it was the right call.
Once he was happy with the table, he came back and helped her down, holding her hand as they entered the dining room. He pulled out her chair, and she tried her best to keep still as he served her a little bit of everything.
She tried to focus as he talked about his day…
She tried to focus on the flavours of the delicious food he had made…
But it was so hard when he kept looking at her like she should have been on the table.
Or when he would lick off a bit of sauce that had missed his mouth, landing on the side of his lip instead.
Or when she felt her arousal dripping down her thigh.
Truly, it was unfair of him to make her come and then expect her to sit still.
Her thighs couldn’t help but rub together. She tried to mask her moan by taking another bite of food, but Harry’s eyes stared her down.
He knew.
“Sit still.”
She whimpered as she reluctantly spread her legs, her cunt pulsing around nothing. She met his eyes, only to see him smirking at her.
“Good girl.”
She had to grip her silverware to distract from the ache of being so empty.
The conversation kept flowing, and when Harry got up to refill their glasses, Rose tried to rub her legs together again.
She was desperate and needed relief.
She kept her eyes on Harry’s back, watching closely to know how long she had before he’d come back.
“Unless you want me to turn your ass red, I’d suggest you stop now.”
Rose gulped.
Then it hit her!
She just had to sit still. He didn’t say anything about….
“Fine.”
One of her hands slipped below the table, and her fingers went under her dress.
“Rose,” Harry warned.
“You said I had to sit still. I am sitting still.”
“Rose-”
Her fingers met her clit, and she moaned. “Fuck, yes. Feels so good. Fuck, I’m going to cum.”
Harry looked murderous as he bolted across the room. Within a few steps, her seat was pulled out, and she was draped over his shoulder.
Her giggles echoed across the halls of Grimmauld Place.
“Oh, little one, you don’t know what you’ve done.”
She laughed again. A laugh that quickly turned into a moan when he slapped her ass.
Good thing she wasn’t expected at work the next day.
“Are you trying to make me mad, little girl?”
“I am not a little girl.”
He kicked open the door to his room and tossed her onto the bed. She leaned back on her elbows and stared at him in defiance.
“Oh, you’re not?” Harry asked, rolling up the sleeves on his button-down, exposing the muscles in his forearm.
Rose shook her head, biting her lip.
“Prove it.”
Always up for a challenge, Rose lifted herself from her position and sank to the floor before him.
Her hands went up the back of his legs. Her eyes met his as she kissed the prominent bulge in his jeans. Harry cursed as she kissed it again, her lips following the line of his clothed cock until they met the zipper. She made quick work of undoing his belt and the button on his denims, and then slowly dragging the fabric down.
“Just pull my cock out, slut. You’ve been enough of a tease tonight.”
Her thighs rubbed together when he called her that, a movement that Harry didn’t miss.
“Fuck it.”
Harry finished pulling his cock out of his briefs himself, and gripped Rose’s chin, opening her mouth and pushing his cock inside.
Rose stuttered at the harsh intrusion, but after a few seconds, Harry pulled out, his cock smacking her cheek.
“I’m tired of your teasing, slut. Now, are you going to be a good girl and suck my cock? Or are you going to continue to be a brat?”
Rose looked up at Harry and scoffed.
“Suit yourself.” He gripped her curls and pushed inside her mouth, thrusting his hips as he pulled her head against his groin, forcing her to take him completely.
“Fuck.” He pulled off, openly admiring the redness of Rose’s face and the tears forming in her eyes. She preened at the attention, even as she struggled to catch her breath.
His cock entered again, much slower this time as he inched towards her throat. “Take it. Take my cock like a good little slut.”
She couldn’t help it. One of her hands reached down her body, needing to give herself some form of relief.
“Oh no, you don’t, greedy girl. Give me your hands.”
Rose whined and slowly moved her hands into Harry’s. He bent down and kissed both of her palms. The stubble of his beard tickled her slightly, and she giggled.
“Colour, baby?”
“Green.”
He raised her arms above her head, holding her wrists together. “Now, are you ready to be a good girl?”
Rose contemplated her options. She loved to tease him, but she also wanted a reward.
“Yes, Daddy. I’ll be a good girl. Please let me suck your cock.” She dropped her mouth open and stared at him, fluttering her eyelashes.
“Fuck,” Harry cursed as he looked down at her, all red-faced and tear-streaked. She was sure that she made quite the sight.
“Go ahead. Show me how well you suck my cock.”
Her arms began to feel sore, which helped distract her from the ache between her legs. She bobbed her head up and down Harry’s shaft, pressing her tongue against the underside just like she knew he liked. When his breath started getting ragged, she took him as deep as she could and swallowed.
“There’s my good girl.”
She did it again, swallowing around his cock before bobbing her head again.
“Fuck, I’m going to come.”
Rose pulled off and began kissing along his cock. “Where do you want to come, Daddy? Do you want me to swallow it? Or do you want to paint my face with your cum? My tits?”
She took the tip back into her mouth and sucked hard before pulling off.
“Or, do you want it inside my cunt? Deep inside me. Just imagine it.”
She saw the moment Harry broke. The moment she had him. The moment he realised that he couldn’t stop himself from coming, even if he tried. The thought of his come inside her. The thought of it-
Of her-
He dropped her hands and fisted his cock. Jets of come sprayed across her face while she smiled at him. The rest dripped down her mouth and landed on the top of her breasts.
Rose licked her lips, seeking any come she could reach, and hummed at the taste.
“That bad, Daddy?”
He pulled her up and kissed her deeply. Rose moaned, knowing that he could taste some of himself still on her lips.
Once he pulled away, he looked at her, before his eyes trailed down her face and landed on the strings of cum on her tits. He scooped it up with his finger and looked at her.
“On the bed, ass in the air.”
For once, Rose couldn’t find it in herself to put up any kind of fight. Her dress rode up as she arched her back, exposing her cheeks and her now drenched knickers.
With his free hand, Harry moved the flimsy fabric to the side and pressed his cum covered fingers against her slit.
“Daddy-” Rose whined, pushing her ass up higher, inviting him.
Harry’s fingers pressed inside, and Rose couldn’t stop the moan at the feeling of him spreading her. Of him pushing his cum inside her.
“Please-”
“Is this what you wanted?” He crooked his fingers, hitting that spot inside her that dropped her jaw.
“Fuck.”
“You’d take it so well, wouldn’t you? Take my cum inside your cunt. Fuck, I need my cum filling you so everyone knows you're mine.”
“Harry, Daddy, please.”
“Tonight, I’m going to breed you, my sweet, sweet slut.”
Rose cried out, her cunt clenching on Harry’s fingers as she came. He continued to work her through her orgasm while she moaned into the mattress until Harry pulled his fingers out. She heard a sucking sound and knew Harry was cleaning his fingers off.
Tasting her.
Tasting them.
Harry's hands traced up her exposed leg before giving her ass a grab.
“My pretty girl. Such a good slut for me.”
Slap.
“Too bad she still needs to be punished for being a brat earlier.”
“But-”
Her plea was cut off by the sound of another smack to her ass.
“Once she takes her punishment, then I can open her up to breed her.”
Slap.
She would bet her face was redder than her hair. She had thought that she might get out of punishment this time. But she loved seeing all the marks the following day whenever he spanked her. And she didn’t see him reaching for any of their toys.
“Let’s see.” Both of his hands were on her ass, spreading her cheeks apart and kneading the skin as he inspected her, causing Rose to blush even more. “I think five for each of the pictures you sent me while I was at work.” Slap. “Another five for that display at dinner.” Slap. “And another five for just now, coming without permission.”
“But-”
Slap.
“Colour?”
“Green.”
“Count them, slut.”
He slapped her ass again. The burning began to build on her skin.
“One.”
Another blow, harder than the previous few. “Two.”
“Good girl.”
He delivered hit after hit, and Rose counted them, even as tears flooded her eyes.
“Such a beautiful ass my slut has. Fuck, you’re going to take my come so well, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” She exclaimed, before catching and correcting herself. “Yes, sir. Seven.”
“So good.”
Another slap. Another number.
“Everyone’s going to know who bred you.”
Rose cried out the counts as Harry continued to tell her how he was going to breed her. The idea of it, of him filling her until-
Fuck.
“Daddy, please. Please breed me.”
“Your sweet words aren’t going to get you out of this. Keep counting.”
“Fourteen.”
Her ass was burning, and he’d made it a point to hit the same few spots over and over. To make sure she felt it. The accuracy he’d built from his years as an Auror came into play.
“Last five, slut. Can you take them?”
Harry’s hands massaged her ass. She was certain she’d see the marks for days to come.
She nodded. “Green, Daddy. I can take it.”
“Yes, you can, my sweet slut.”
Slap.
“Fifteen”
She felt him pull her knickers down her ass, leaving them wrapped around her thighs. Then she heard Harry spit and felt something wet land between her cheeks. One of his fingers pressed the wetness against her asshole before another blow hit.
“Sixteen.”
Rose moaned as Harry spit again, rubbing it against her pucker before delivering the final hits.
“Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Thank you, Daddy.”
Harry kissed both of her ass cheeks, mouthing along all the redness on her skin. “You took that so well, sweet slut.” He turned her until she was lying on her back. Her red curls lay across the sheets like a halo.
“Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He crawled over her body and kissed her deeply. As their kisses grew heated, her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him against her. He rose to his knees for a brief moment to remove his shirt before returning to his girl.
He kissed down her body, kissing the tops of her breasts peeking out from her dress and over the softness of her stomach. He pushed the hem of her dress up and gripped her knickers, still wrapped around her thighs, between his teeth before pulling them down the rest of her body.
Once he threw the offending fabric to the ground, Rose shifted to her elbows and watched Harry’s eyes darken as he stared at her exposed cunt. He removed his glasses and placed them on the nightstand.
“Show me your ring.”
Rose laid back and held up one arm, putting her hand on display for him. The small silver ring was a gift he’d given her four months ago. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it had an elaborate engraving of a snake with an emerald gemstone.
Harry pushed her knees apart and stared at her cunt before staring at the snake.
Rose didn’t understand what Harry was saying, but whatever conversation Harry was having with the snake had her screaming his name.
The slither of his tongue moved rapidly against her clit. She gripped Harry’s hair and pulled, something the Parselmouth inside him loved.
He removed his eyes from the snake and brought them back to her.
“Come for me, sweet slut.”
His eye dropped back to the ring, and his tongue licked her through the orgasm. The snake inside him was devouring every drop of her that he could.
“I think you’re ready,” Harry said as he nipped at her thighs, leaving marks only the two of them would see. “Ready for my cock. Ready to be bred.”
She watched through hooded eyes as Harry got off the bed and stood, finally taking off his jeans and briefs. He laid down beside her, pulling her into his arms, and then Rose pleaded as Harry flipped them, her legs straddling him. She whimpered as she felt him, so hard again below her.
Harry kissed her nose, making her smile.
“Still with me, pretty girl?”
Rose nodded, grinding against him. “Please, Daddy. I can’t wait any longer.”
Harry peppered kisses against her jaw as he lined himself up with Rose’s cunt. Her eyes shut in bliss as his tip notched at her entrance.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes fluttered open, meeting Harry’s green irises.
“There you go, beautiful. Take my cock, baby girl. Take my cock like the good little slut you are.”
Rose kept their eye contact as she lowered herself, jaw dropping at the stretch of him finally inside her. She began to ride him as Harry reached up, gripping and kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples through her dress. He leaned forward and tugged the top of her dress down, pulling her breasts into his mouth.
Her back arched into the feeling of Harry’s lips on her, and she dug her fingers into the curls on his head. His hair had grown out over the past few months, and Rose loved almost nothing more than running her fingers through it. Her favourite was when she would stop, and Harry would grab her hands to bring them back.
She laced her fingers into the root and pulled hard.
“Rose-” Harry called out, tightening his grip on her and pressing his face against her skin. “Fuck, you feel so good. You’re going to be such a good home for my cum.”
Rose smashed their lips together. Kissing him as his cock continued to hit deep spots inside her. When she pulled away, Harry moaned. She pulled on the lobe of his ear with her teeth and whispered in his ear. “Are you going to cum for me, Daddy?”
“Fuck, Rose.”
“Are you going to breed your slut?
Desperate moans escaped him.
“Do it, Daddy. Breed me so that everyone knows who I belong to. Fill me up. Don’t let any out.”
Harry kissed her again, wrapping his arms around her back and pulling her tight against his chest. He pulled her down as he thrust up inside her until Rose began to feel the bursts of cum.
“Thank you, Daddy. Fill me up. I love your cum.”
“Fuck, you take it so well. You’re going to look so good, so full.”
“Daddy, please. Come for me.”
“My girl. Made to be bred.”
Hell yes, she was.
Between their filthy words and kisses, and the feeling of his cum filling her, had her falling over the edge, right along with him.
“Fuck, your cunt is clenching on me. Fucking milk me, my pretty little cum slut.”
His teeth sunk into the juncture of her neck, and she screamed his name loud enough for all of London to hear. Her vision blurred and blackened around the edges as she chased after her next breath desperately. Harry just knew how to fuck her to make her see stars.
As their orgasms finished, they shared lazy kisses in a haze. Harry kissed both of her eyelids as they fluttered open and closed, and she giggled. He turned them again, laying her on her back before slowly pulling out of her, his eyes transfixed on the cum spilling from her used cunt.
“What are you waiting for?” Rose asked, and he looked up at her with a raised brow. “Make sure it sticks.”
Harry groaned. His fingers wrapped around his overstimulated cock. He cleaned off the evidence of their mixed fluids before taking the same hand and pushing his fingers inside her.
“You’re a menace, you know that?”
She laughed, a laugh that caught in her throat as his finger curled. “Yes. But I’m your menace.”
“Yes.” Harry’s fingers pulled out, scooping up the wetness around her opening before pushing it back in. “Yes, you are.”
He pulled his fingers out slowly, as though he were nervous about his cum spilling right back out if he moved too fast. He sucked off the little bit that remained and sighed at the taste.
She smiled at him.
“My girl.” He kissed her cheek before moving off the bed and pulling up his pants. “I'm going to bring you some water and a bar. Would you like anything else? A bruise salve? I know I delivered some harder spanks today. Another snack?”
Her face turned red. “No salve. I- I like the marks. But if you have any more of those chocolate and peanut butter cups… and maybe one of your shirts?”
Harry’s smile grew even wider. “Of course. I’ll be right back.”
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As he walked towards the kitchen, Harry kept thinking about his witch. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was. Everyone he’d ever met always had some sort of expectation for him after Hogwarts. Join the Aurors, marry Ginny, and grow a family.
When he and Ginny broke up, people were so expectant that he would find someone else quickly. Especially following Ron and Hermione’s marriage, and Ginny and Luna’s. He was considered one of Wizarding Britain’s most eligible bachelors until young Scorpius Malfoy graduated from Hogwarts and joined the St. Mungo’s team. And Harry did date. He dated Katie Bell for several years and went on several dates with Daphne Greengrass. But he was rather content being by himself. His work had him traveling anyway. He didn’t feel the need to settle down.
Rose coming into his life was something no one could have imagined. He saw her and Hugo a few times growing up. Mainly during the summers when Hogwarts was out, and he could manage a week or two to stay home in between missions. It wasn’t until after she graduated from Hogwarts and started applying for mastery programs in Potions that their letters became more regular. She’d heard from her mother about the Slug Club but had questions she wanted to ask Harry.
He found himself excited to receive each of her letters, which ranged from discussions about her studies to sharing whatever he could about the missions he was on, to updates on her family and friends. Her school wasn’t far from London, so she’d return over school breaks. Hermione would get so excited talking to Harry about her daughter’s (and son’s) accomplishments. She was the one who convinced Harry to try and come home during each of the breaks.
Each time he saw her, he was reminded of how much she had grown up. And Harry tried to fight the unease he felt when she talked about the blokes she was seeing. It wasn’t until that party when she gave him his gift that she wanted him too, that he realized he wasn’t an awful person for seeing her that way.
She made him so happy.
And she was the only one he could see having a future with.
He’d take a million hexes from Ron and Hermione and whoever else to get that future.
He finished grabbing the water and snacks and made his way back towards his room. He stopped by his medicine cabinet and picked up a different salve—one that wouldn’t take her marks away, but something that would protect her skin.
He walked back through the door and couldn’t help but smile at his girl. She was curled in one of his blankets and had put on his glasses.
“How are you feeling, my love?”
“Sore, but the good kind.” She winked at him. “Is your eyesight really this terrible?”
He laughed and made his way towards her, kissing her nose before taking his glasses off her and putting them back on himself. “I've made do.” He handed her the treat and the bottle of water, and then dug through his drawers for one of his Puddlemere United shirts.
“Arms up, beautiful.”
She blushed and sealed the bottle before raising her arms. Harry inched the dress off her and folded it, placing it on top of his dresser. He helped her into the t-shirt, laughing as it caught on her curls, and then kissed her once he got her free. He wandlessly summoned the salve he brought.
“Let me take care of you?”
Rose tilted her head and smiled. “Of course, Daddy.”
He opened the tin and scooped some up in his fingers before he began massaging it into her skin.
“Smells good.”
He laughed. “I’m glad. It’s not going to take anything away, I know you said you like your marks, but it feels nice.” He continued to work the salve up her legs until she shifted so he could apply it to her ass. The bruises had begun to develop, and Harry kissed each one, whispering words of praise against her skin, before rubbing the salve in. When he finished, he closed the tin and put it aside and changed into a Puddlemere United shirt of his own.
He did a quick cleaning charm on the sheets before lying next to her, pulling her against his chest. He kissed the top of her head.
“I’m so happy,” She muttered, half asleep, eyes closing heavily.
“What was that, my love?”
“I said, you make me so happy. I love-”
Her snores filled the space as she fell asleep. His fingers continued to trace across her back as he leaned over and pressed a deep kiss to her brow.
“I love you, too.”
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