Daddy issues // Harry Styles

Chapter 7

"No... please. I want to be fine. I need to" you pulled yourself away a bit to look at him but he kept his arms locked around you "I want you"

He huffed "Y/N..."

"Please?" you surprised him, pushing yourself against him and kissing him, not letting up until he relaxed into you and kissed you back "Fuck me. I want you to. I want it. Don't hold back" before he could reluctantly reply again you dived in for another kiss, your hands roaming all over his chest and up into his hair, pulling him closer against your mouth by his roots earning a groan out of him, finally.

You could tell he was still reluctant but you wanted to reassure him "Please, please, daddy" you whined against his temple while your hand snaked downwards and over the evident bulge in his pants, ghosting your palm over it tantalizingly "I need you. Please make me feel good again. It's all I want" you kissed down his throat and finally grabbed his erection through his clothes making him moan loudly. The sound sent your spiraling immediately

"Are you- fuck, Y/N!"

"I'm sure, please trust me. I'll be a good girl, promise" his concern warmed your heart but you needed to feel like you had control over this again. You needed that control back, needed to be the one to give it to Harry for him to exert it, in turn, over you.

You needed to know that you're the one to give him that power over you, and that he'd stop when you wanted him to.

He hissed through his teeth when you finally undid his fly and snaked your hand into his pants, touching him over his underwear "You're already such a good girl... my sweet girl" but then he surprised you when he gently placed his hand over yours "...But I can't"

You unglued your lips from his neck and looked at him, his face contorted in an effort to keep himself in check and you felt like crying all over again.

You'd ruined it.

You pulled yourself away, snaking your arms into the sleeves of his shirt and hugging your torso, shielding it away from him. He finally opened his eyes after a few deep breaths and his expression softened again seeing you so distressed "Y/N..."

"No, it's all right. I get it. It's fine" you dug your nails into the fabric of his shirt and into your forearms that you'd crossed over your chest

"Stop that" his tone was soft but left no room for nonsense "Stop saying you're fine. As I keep telling you, you're not fine" he stepped closer but refrained from touching you this time "I know you want to push back whatever had you on the brink of tears just then. And I know this power play can help, and there's nothing wrong with that, but... would it really be so awful if I just wanted to hold you? For now" he tentatively reached a hand and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, his eyes following his movement

You couldn't help but scoff, giving him a pointed look "You didn't ditch your New Year's Eve party with your friends to come here to hold me, Harry" you inhaled seeing him frown at that "Listen... You're really sweet for saying that. And I know you genuinely are a very considerate person. It's not that I don't believe you. It's just that... don't... let's not pretend this is more than it is"

His brows furrowed even deeper "This is not just basic human decency, Y/N. I care about you more than just that. I'm not saying... that is, you don't have to feel the same way, and it's fine if you don't. But I'm not here for a quick fuck. You're the one that keeps trying to keep it solely physical though, so maybe I should take the hint already" he muttered that last part

You were more confused than ever, now. This was not the time nor place to be talking about this, and definitely not with you only wearing his shirt that barely covered your ass, but the cat was out of the bag and you supposed it was time you addressed what "this" was going to be, whatever it was.