your boyfriend's new haircut was fucking you up. when he announced he was cutting off the curls he had spent months growing, you had almost cried. you loved harry's hair; running your hands through it, braiding it, tugging on it during sex. you loved how long he had grown it, and how soft it had become as it reached his shoulders, and you definitely didn't want him to get a haircut.
that was, until you saw it.
the second he walked into your bedroom with his hair freshly shaved into a short back and sides, wearing his glasses and a cocky smirk, you were dome for. your jaw had definitely dropped, and you were probably drooling. something about him had just changed, as if he had gone from a boy to a man in one haircut. with the long locks no longer covering his face and neck, you got to see him for hoe he truly was for the first time in a long while; the strong jaw, wide shoulders and defined muscles weren't helping the increasing wetness pooling in your pants. pushing up his glasses with one oh-so long finger, his cheeky grin dropped into an almost nervous look.
'do you like it? i know you didn't want me to cut it but-'
he was cut off by you practically pouncing on him from your bed, covering the floor in one jump as you slung your arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. you felt his hands drop to your waist and yours curled up to the nape of his neck, feeling the stubbly hairs at the base of his neck from his new haircut and almost moaning at the feeling of it on your fingertips. harry pulled away and began kissing down your neck, murmuring in between each one. 'told you you'd like it, didn't i?' he smirked up at you, and you rushed to reconnect your lips with his. 'shut up, harry.' you muttered, pulling away to look into his eyes, 'and fuck me.'
you watched as his eyes widened, before narrowing again and darkening. 'oh, i'll fuck you alright.' he threw you back onto the bed, lying you down on your back as he kneeled above you, unbuckling both of your belts as he grinned. pulling your pants down, he kissed you once more before settling at eye level with your crotch, smirking devilishly. 'now, babe, time to get you off while you pull on my hair, huh?' he yanked down your pants and panties in record time, tongue on you so fast your eyes widened and you let out a strangled squeal. you could've felt him smile against you if you weren't so wrapped up in your own pleasure. images of harry flashed through your head; his head, freshly shorn, between your legs; his mouth pressing wet kisses to your inner thighs; his hair brushing your jaw as he paid attention to your breasts. when you opened your eyes and saw a hazy image of harry's head moving between your legs, you couldn't help yourself; suddenly, you were cumming, and there was only one word in your head and between your lips- 'daddy!'
your eyes shot open, now fully alert and definitely aware of what was going on. you cringed at yourself, and braced as you waited to hear the inevitable; harry laughing at you hysterically, telling you how he couldn't wait to tell his brothers what you said. but as time went on and harry never said anything, you braved a peek out of one eye down to him.
harry looked ruined. your cum was still on his lips, which were open in shock. his eyes were glazed over in lust, and he was running a hand through his hair as if he couldn't believe what you had said. his eyes locked with yours as you bit your lip and suddenly, he was on you, his lips pressing against yours with an urgency you had never seen in harry before.
'say... say that again.' harry looked into your eyes as if challenging you, waiting to see if you were going to do as he said. you gulped, keeping eye contact as, shakily, you whispered 'harry... daddy.'
those two pleading, almost broken syllables were the end for harry. he pulled down his own pants and pushed into you in almost record time, slamming into you as you cried out. 'again.' he commanded. 'fucking say it again.'
and you did.
you repeated it like a mantra. a prayer for orgasm, for pleasure, for pain. chanted on your front, on your back, with your legs over his shoulders and his teeth in your breast. begging, pleading, daddy. he loved how it sounded from your lips, a plea for more and more and more until neither of you could take it anymore and he was exploding into you, hard thrusts leading into sloppy movements until he was lying on the bed beside you, tired, spent and totally fucked out.
you leant up on your front, hand reaching out to smooth harry's hair back and wipe sweat from his forehead. he reached for your hand, kissing your thumb with a gentleness greatly paralleling the force with which he had just finished fucking you. you grinned at his sudden personality change, kissing his lips once gently.
'so, enjoy that, daddy?'
