harry styles drabbles

more size kink

prompt: omg so like w the size kink, we all know that he's super buff and has rly nice thighs n biceps and picking u up or him hugging u from behind tightly so it feels like he's squeezing you omg that's so hottt

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not to be loud but

let's say y/n is cooking, really into it and all. she doesn't notice as h walks into the room and starts moving towards her. it isn't until he hugs her tightly from behind that she drops the whisk she was using in surprise. despite him being double her size, he's still able to sneak up on her as if he was half of her size instead. "harry!" she whines, because now the handle of the whisk is covered in flour from being dropped in the bowl. harry clearly has other plans though, "it's daddy right now, sweetheart".

she gasps as his hands move from around her waist to her tits, giving them both a nice pinch through the loose tee shirt she's wearing. a gasp escapes her lips and he lets out a dark chuckle. "don't go making a mess on me" he murmurs lazily in reference to the flour covered whisk.

he quickly flips her around so her back is now against the table she was working at so he can properly look at her. she's already got dazed eyes and he hasn't even done anything. her nipples are visible through the shirt even though he barely touched her. he looks so powerful, with her backed up against the table and him leaning over her like this. he emits an aura of pure dominance. he decides to poke fun at the size difference between the two of them, knowing how squirmy she gets when he mocks her. "so small, just like my own little doll. i bet you like how big i feel. bet you like when i throw you around a bit, get a little rough."

she starts trying to push him away, huffing as if his words aren't making her get wet. he laughs at her attempts to push him, "go on, keep trying to push me. you're too small to make me go anywhere though". when she begins to glare at him, he laughs harder. "can't even kiss you without having to lift you up to my height, baby". to prove his point, he grabs her by the hips and yanks her up, bouncing her so he can move his hands from her hips to under her thighs to support her against him. at the small gasp she lets out from the sudden movement, he raises his eyebrows, knowing that his words earlier were true. he finally kisses her now that she's in his reach.

after kissing for a little bit, he'd get a mischievous look on his face again. he lets her down and looks down at the recipe she has and the ingredients that she's crossed out. he notices she's yet to grab the sugar and starts to mock, "need daddy to go get the sugar? bet it's a bit too high up for a little girl like you" and when she huffs, climbing onto the counter to go grab it herself, he immediately tsks and grips her hips to put her back on the floor.

when she's back down, he'd make sure to make a show of bending down so they're eye to eye and sternly saying, "can't have little girls climbing on counters. the only marks on you should be from me, not from falling off because you wanted to act like a big girl and refuse my help". he continues, "maybe tonight when you ask for me to stuff you full with my cock, i'll be stubborn and refuse as well. bet you wouldn't like that, would you?"

he again makes a show of himself as he goes to grab the sugar from the top shelf, showing that he doesn't have to even strain his arm to reach it. he holds the entire bag in one hand and right when he's about to give it to her, or so she thinks, he holds it above his head. "say the magic word, princess." at her eye roll, he shakes his head as if he's disappointed, "do i need to teach you your manners again? guess i've been slacking with you, haven't i?" she stomps her feet on the floor, refusing to say please like she's a small child despite it being what he wants.

"hey, hey, don't get fucking bratty with me. you're lucky i'm feeling playful and not mean" he'd say. one of his fingers dips into the bag and licks it. he hums, and then seals back up the bag, "now c'mere, let me taste something sweeter"