LINE GOES DEAD
SUMMARY: Harry calls a phone sex hotline after finding it difficult to get off, one night during tour.
WARNING: Smut [mutual masturbation, a lot of dirty talk and references to a phone sex hotline - I do not know how these work so whatever I wrote about it purely for fiction! I’m sorry if I got it wrong :/]
PAIRING: Sub!Harry x Phone Sex Operator!Reader
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In Harry’s defence, he was needy on a tour bus in the middle of nowhere at nearly midnight and he just needed some relief. Otherwise, he was definitely too busy to even think of calling a phone sex hotline let alone actually doing it but as they say, desperate times calls for desperate measure.
He remembers being on his back, hands down his boxers trying to get himself up and when he didn’t get what he wanted, the irrational craving for lust had him sitting up, resting against the headboard of the bed he had gotten, being the star of the show Harry was lucky enough to get his own little private area in the tour bus, searching for a number that could hopefully provide that sweet relief he was so desperately wanting.
Harry had always loved getting off to hearing dirty whispering in his ear or profanities slipping out of his partner's mouths every time he hit the right spot that had their minds going crazy. He just loved dirty talk and anything that concerned hearing his partners or whoever he was fucking’s voice. Even now, just the thought of hearing someone whispering all these erotic, seductive things in his ear had already made his dick half hard.
Harry chuckles to himself lightly once he feels the sweet ache he craved down there and moves his large calloused hand, that wasn’t holding his phone, down his half-naked body to palm himself through his tight Calvin Klein boxers. A grunt leaves his mouth upon the touch and it takes all the willpower he has not to just drag down his boxers and try to get himself off again as he knew that would just ruin the fun he had planned for himself.
When Harry’s cock was harder than before, he finally dials the phone number he had found through Google and waits, his hand still placed over his growing bulge. He even let out a few nervous breaths as the phone rang, scared but definitely intrigued by this whole experience.
After a few rings, you finally pick up. Being a phone sex operator was a busy job, you got multiple calls during your shifts and some did tend to go on for more than half an hour, it all depended on how fast the person on the other end got off.
“Hello!” Harry hears your chirpy voice call out, instantly making his heartbeat slightly faster. Your voice was clear but flirtatious, everything Harry didn’t know he wanted.
“Hey, um is this” Harry replies but stops, deciding it’d be too risky asking if he dialled a phone sex hotline with all his bandmates in the same tour bus as him. You could sense the nervousness in his voice from the way he had a slight quiver to it. His breathing was also fast and that was another telltale sign that, he was indeed a first time caller so you decide to end the first time jitters.
“I’m guessing this is your first time calling?” You chuckle lightheartedly, been in this kind of situation way too many times you knew how to already deal with it. How to get the person on the other end out of their shell because there seriously wasn’t anything to be scared of. Everyone needed help every once in a while to get off, whether that be by a partner or a phone sex operator. All were perfectly fine ways.
“Y-yeah it is”
His voice was hot, had a slight rasp to it and was breathy. You had noticed that as soon as he spoke even whilst he was nervous and it made you smile tenderly.
“Well then, don’t worry. I’ll take amazing care of you.” you promise and Harry could practically sense the smile that was formed on your face making him excited more than nervous to chat with you now. It was embarrassing to him how fast he became putty in your hands, not even had a proper conversation yet and he was already ready to submit himself to you, it was probably the fact that your sultry and erotic voice was right next to his ear or the fact that he just knew you knew what you were doing.
Harry loved a good old dom, someone to show him the way around in the bedroom, make him beg for it. Which meant that he loved having a woman who knew what she was doing in his bed, so of course he was going to be turned on when he heard your voice come through his phone.
“So, what’s your name?” You ask, wanting to finally get this started, you knew whoever this man was had a brilliant voice so you couldn’t wait to hear him cum. Hear him cry out as his orgasm washes over him, an orgasm you bought onto him. It’s honestly crazy how a voice could be such a turn on.
“Oh um, I’m Harry” the voice broke through your phone, making you bite your lip at the thick British accent he had, it honestly made this whole experience even better for you. Most men wanted to get off, not even caring to have a proper conversation. They just wanted to hear you saying all these dirty things in their ear so they could get what they want and leave. But something told you that Harry was different.
“Harry. Nice, I’m y/n” you introduce yourself but he's too caught up in the fact you said his name. He was practically swooning at this point, your voice was music to his ears. He didn’t know lust could have such effects.
“So, Is there anything in particular that you need help with?” You ask, trying to get through all the questions so you could finally make the man on the call to you feel good. After hearing his voice and sharp intakes of breath you just wanted him to have the best experience.
“Well, I don’t really know. I just want to get off if I’m being honest.” He replies, you could sense the confidence he was beginning to grow and it only had you feeling even more excited to talk to him.
“And that’s perfectly fine. So let’s get started, are you naked love?” You ask, the pet name you used made Harry answer instantly, so entranced by your presence.
“Just in my boxers”
“Ok, I can work with that. Run your hands down your body for me, imagine they’re my hands. I want you to feel my manicured nails tracing every inch of your body. Are you doing that love? Can you feel the goosebumps?” You ask, voice dripping with lust as Harry only nods, he knows you can’t see but he doesn’t want to speak and interrupt you, dragging his hands down his body. He touched his stomach, his chest, his inner thighs and rested his hand on top of his semi hard on, following your exact instructions imagining your hand, he, of course, didn’t know what you looked like but he imagined someone very beautiful, with loving eyes and a naughty mouth.
“You’re hard aren’t you? Hard for me my love? You want to imagine my hands pumping your cock up and down right?” Harry hears your voice and he embarrassingly lets a groan slip from his mouth at your filthy words. He was so hard at this point, practically aching and he just knew his tip was bright red, leaking precum. He could see a little stain on his black boxers already and he just wanted to get rid of them so he could finally do something about it.
“Yeah, so hard for you doll. It hurts, do something” you hear him reply, you could hear the pain mixed with pleasure in his voice and it had you smirking.
“Want my hand wrapped around your big cock, love? Do you want to feel me squeezing your sensitive dick, milking you just right?” You ask, edging Harry on.
“Yes, Doll. Want your hands all over me” he was quick to reply and you could sense the neediness in the way he was talking, pace fast and breathy.
“Ok. Take your boxers off for me then” the command leaves your mouth and goes straight to Harry’s dick, he swears he’s never moved so fast before. His boxers were gone within seconds, thrown aside and discarded as he waited for your next words, chest heaving and dick throbbing.
“I bet you look hot, is your cock leaking? Touch your body again for me, tease yourself for me Harry”
Harry groans as he obediently avoids his cock, moving his hands down his body, tracing his abs and his inner thighs. Torturing and teasing himself, just as you had commanded. “I’m leaking for you doll, n-need to touch myself” he groans, hands inching towards his cock but stopping knowing that he needs you to tell him what to do to be fully satisfied.
“I think you can hold off on touching yourself just yet Harry. I know you can. Go on love, continue teasing yourself.”
Harry breaths out a quick “fuck” as he felt the torturous feeling of his hard cock ache for release. His hands moved down his body again, teasing his nipples, tracing his tattoos and inching their way towards his hips. He touched himself everywhere except for the part that needed it most.
“God, you’re so worked up for me Harry. I can hear your heaving and your grunts, fuckin sound amazing. Love seeing you like this, so hard and leaking just for me” you speak into the phone, your own hand going down to pinch at your nipples. You’re not meant to actually get off yourself but you couldn’t help but touch yourself after hearing his incredible grunts and moans.
Harry can feel the bead of precum dribble its way down the side of his aching cock and he wants nothing more than to inch his hand forward to touch himself but he waits until your command.
“I think you’re ready now, aren’t you? Did I tease you enough Harry? Do you want my hand wrapped around your cock now?” You already knew the answer but it was fun getting the reaction of whoever was calling. It always had your heart racing with pride knowing you were the one to have them so worked up and bothered.
You could hear Harry shuffling and a groan slip out of his mouth as he wastes no time answering with a shrieking “yes, doll. Need it so bad”. At this rate he no longer cared, he didn’t care if someone heard him, he just wanted to touch himself.
“Go on then. Let me hear you”
Upon hearing those words, his hand flys to his throbbing cock, curling his fingers around his length and giving it a good squeeze. Profanities fall from his lips repeatedly as he imagines you there, sat in between his legs, smearing the beads of precum that gathered at his tip up and down his hard cock. He imagined your manicured nails, looking as beautiful as ever as your hands pumped him repeatedly, taking control and showing him a good time.
This was really showing just how badly Harry was sex-deprived, being on the road meant that there was hardly any privacy so there was no taking girls to any hotel rooms without one of his team members finding out or paparazzi taking pictures. So this was frustrating, for him, to say the least.
“Fuck, you sound so good. Your voice is heavenly. Turning me on so bad” you admit in the heat of the moment as your hands now disappear into your trousers, rubbing your clit in tight circles through the material of your panties. The phone was pressed right next to your ear, making sure you don’t miss any sounds the man on the other end makes.
Harry goes into a frenzy at the possibility of you also getting off, it makes his cock twitch in his hands and his hips thrust upwards. His pace picks up, moving his big calloused hand up and down his cock repeatedly, the friction deliciously sinful especially after being neglected for so long. He brushes his fingers over his leaking slit, teasing his tip but still keeping a good grip on his length. He just wanted more and more, he was yearning for it. “I’m so close y/n. Doll it feels s-so fuckin good” Harry growls, his voice sending shivers down your spine and going straight to your pussy making you, even more, wetter than before.
“Fuck Harry. Are you close for me? I can feel you throbbing, so good for me. Beg for it love? Show me how desperate you are to cum?”
“Y-y/n I’m so fuckin close. P-please” he chokes out, whimpering as his hips jerk forward to meet his fist. You could hear his panting but what you didn’t know was that his legs were practically trembling, as he felt the familiar tightening of his balls. The burning sensation in his lower abdomen growing until he was about to fall over the edge. His hand however kept up with pumping his length, increasing the pace even more as more profanities and groans left his mouth.
“Please y/n. Doll, let me cum” Harry pleaded, as he threw his head back from the pleasure doing everything he can to hold back the intense orgasm that was coming his way.
“Ok Harry, cum for me love. Show me how good I made you feel” you agree, wanting to end his torture earning yourself a loud growl from the other end as Harry twists his hand, applying the right amount of pressure on his cock, he felt himself twitch as pleasure floods his body making him come in hot spurts all over his stomach. His eyebrows were furrowed, eyes squeezed shut and mind clouded with ecstasy as the hot ropes of his cum continue to fall from his tip. This was probably the most intense orgasm he has ever had, his head felt faint and his chest was heaving as he laid back on the mattress, his muscles giving out making his arm fall to the side of him.
You rub your clit even harder as you hear Harry’s pants and whimpers through the phone and not even seconds later you also let go, creaming your panties for him. Low moans leave your lips letting Harry know what you were doing and he throws his head back once again, a guttural moan leaving his own at the thought of you making a mess in your panties just for him.
“Fuck that was so hot” Harry chuckles, cheeks heating up as embarrassment starts to spread through him. It just hit him that he actually did this, he actually got off to an operator on a phone sex hotline and as much as it was amazing, he couldn’t help but feel shy? Timid even.
“Glad you enjoyed” you reply, your own chest heaving as you rested against your chair, head thrown back and phone nestled close to you.
“Um, thanks I guess” he awkwardly says, making your light giggle echo through his speakers. It always got awkward towards the end of the call especially if it was with a first-timer.
“No problem Harry. Have a good night” you reply and with that, the line goes dead.
