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Begging to be broke

Summary: Y/n is a brat and suffers the consequences.

Warnings: spanking, spitting, dom/sub relationship, rough sex, nipple stimulating, humiliation, use of words like slut and whore. (I wrote the aftercare part, don't worry)

Word count: 8.5k (I'm fucked in the head)

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“Get in,” Harry said nonchalantly as if it was completely ordinary to sneak into a janitor’s room minutes before his concert. “Go on, we need to be fast.” He placed a hand on Y/n’s lower back, gently pushing her inside the pitch-black room, which was filled with brooms and shelves.

Harry closed the door on his way in and turned the light on, the yellow illumination almost turning his green eyes in a warm shade of brown. She felt him devouring her body with his eyes, even after years of dating, Harry could still make her shy.

“Did you invite me here just so you could look at my body?” She asked sarcastically, a grin on her face. “Very boyish of you, I gotta say.”

He rolled his eyes, pushing her body closer to him until their lips were touching. Harry firmly held her in place as he sucked on her cherry lips, his teeth slightly brushing against her soft mouth. She pressed her hips against his body, feeling his erected cock over his trousers, she cupped his cock, applying a good amount of pressure, making him moan on her lips.

“Fucking tight dress,” he mumbled, pushing the straps of attire down, freeing her boobs from their previous confinement. “Wanted to rip it off your body at the same time I saw you wearing it in the dressing room.”

“Oh so you brought me here because you are horny,” Y/n asked at the same time he pinched her nipple. “Fuck, Harry.”

“I didn’t bring you here because I’m horny,” He said, kissing the skin on her neck all the way to her jaw. “I brought you here because I don’t want half the crew to see the tits that belong to me spilling out of your dress.”

“You knew what you were doing walking around in a small dress like this, '' he continued, squeezing her ass under the dress, feeling the silk material of her underwear. “You know how your tits mess with my head.”

“Do something then,” the girl demanded, tilting her head to the side so he could have more room to explore her neck and chest. “I’ve wanted you since this morning, but you ignored me.”

Harry placed his hand on her throat, matching the same pressure she was putting on his cock. He choked her lightly, moving her head in a way she was staring at him, he could see tears beginning to form in her eyes.

“You are so spoiled.” He let go of the hand on her lower back, bringing it to her face, squeezing her cheeks together. “Just because I was busy working you think you can act up like this? making me jealous, flashing your body to anyone who wants to see it?”

She nodded her head in response, feeling her cunt getting wetter and wetter with each word. “I can wear whatever I want,” she said boldly, playing his game. “It’s my body.”

Harry pouted sarcastically. “Your body? Tell me, who buys all of your expensive dresses and jewelry? Who pays for your nails? Who buys everything you want just so you can look like a pretty doll?”

The girl didn’t answer, trying to move her head, but Harry didn’t let her. “No, you are going to answer me. Who prints your ass with their rings every night? Who left hickeys on the inside of your thighs until you are a crying mess?” He stroked her jaw, not in an affectionate way.

“Oh, so when I have my hands around your throat you lose all of your attitude. Who owns your body, Y/n?” His tone left no room for silence.

“Y-you, sir,” she whimpered, letting go of his cock and grabbing his arms since her legs became wobbly.

Harry loved watching her come undone, love how she would give up her own control little by little just to give herself to him, it was like a trust fall experience, and he was there to catch her every time. He was mesmerized by the way her pupils would become bigger as she allowed himself to take care of her, allowing him to dominate her.

So much trust laid in her eyes, he could stare at it for days if it wasn’t the show starting in less than 5 minutes. Jeff was probably looking for Harry right now, wanting to know where the fuck he was.

“Exactly, so are you going to tease me again, sweetheart?” he asked, kissing her forehead.

“No, I’m sorry.”

“Good girl.” He told her, freeing her throat from his hold, “Open your mouth for me.”

She did so, sticking the tip of her tongue out in the process. Harry carefully tilted her chin closer, spitting on her tongue. “Close your mouth and swallow it.”

Y/n followed his orders, showing her his tongue when she was done, proving she obeyed him, she could cum just by what he did, her panties were already so sticky with her arousal. she just wanted to be good enough to deserve a reward from him.

She looked down at her feet, waiting for him to say something, not wanting to mess up or make him upset.

“I can’t give you your punishment now, so I’ll do it once I get back on the tour bus, understood?” He asked while adjusting the top of her dress, wanting her to look as presentable as possible. “So Tommy will go to the bus with you now, and when I come back I want to see you naked on the bed with your plug, alright?”

Y/n looked at him, seeming upset and at the edge of crying. “I don’t want punishment, H. And why can’t I stay here and watch the show? I wanna see you, please,” she begged, fat tears rolling down her cheeks as Harry cleaned them with his thumb.

“You were a brat just now and gave me attitude, good girls don’t do that. What happens when you aren’t a good girl?” Harry asked while putting his hand inside his pants, adjusting his boner so it wouldn’t be noticeable to the 20k people watching him performing.

“Punishment,” she mumbled as Harry opened the door to the hallway, leading her out of the room in the direction to the dressing room. He interlocked their fingers together, brought her hand to his lips, and kissed it, a subtle way to say I love you.

“Exactly, and you won’t be watching the show because I want to spank you with your plug on, so you need time to adjust,” he explained, opening the dressing room door, which was now empty, the band was presumably getting ready to go on stage.

Harry sat on the couch, Y/n by his side, he wanted to make sure she was in a good state of mind before letting her in the room alone. They had a very bad experience in the past when he left her alone and she got deeper on subspace, it didn’t end up good.

“Can I have another type of punishment, H?” she asked, looking up to him with her Bambi eyes.

“Is either spanking or corner, Y/n” Harry said straightforwardly. They used the corner as a sort of mental bondage, in which Y/n would kneel in the corner of the room without breaking from the position and without speaking. Harry knew how much she hated it, mainly because it meant Harry ignored her for a specific amount of time, and his little clingy angel couldn’t last long without his attention.

“What do you want? I’m already being very nice by letting you pick.” He hugged her shoulder and placed a hand on her thigh, caressing the skin with his ringed fingers, making the girl shiver by the cold sensation of the metal material of the rings.

Y/n was quiet for a few seconds, playing with his hand. “Spanking, please,” she finally said, still feeling sad by having to go through a punishment, even though she knew she deserved it.

“Good,” he turned his head to her. “When Tommy picks you up you go straight to the tour bus, you are going to eat something light and put your plug on, you gonna need to do this alone, I won’t be able to be with you.”

“I never did it alone, H,” she pouted, feeling nervous. Harry was always the one who took care of her before a scene, he was responsible for all of their toys.

“If you don’t feel comfortable we don’t have to do it, but I think you're gonna nail it. You just need to take a lube and spread it at the bottom of the plug, then you put it little by little, but don’t rush it, or you’ll get hurt.” He explained, bringing their lips together for a peck.

The girl felt her cheeks warm by his instructions, hiding her head on his shoulder. “Where is the lube? Is the plug already clean?”

“It’s in the drawer by the side of our bed, and I always clean the toys after a scene, but make sure to clean it again with water, just to make sure.” He said, with a gentler voice than he had before.

“Feeling good baby? I need to go on stage but if you want me to be here a little more I can,” he stroked her hair at the same time someone knocked on the door.

“5 minutes, Harry. You need to get in the box,” Jeff said on the other side of the door, making Y/n laugh and Harry rolled his eyes.

“I’ll be out in a minute!” Harry shouted, pinching Y/n’s thighs when she didn’t stop giggling. “It’s enough, isn’t it?”

“I’m sorry, but I can take you seriously when the only thing in my head is that you need to fit your long legs inside a box just to get on stage, it’s way too funny,” she said, watching the man getting up from the couch and standing in front of the vanity, fixing his curls.

“You're gonna take me very seriously later, sweetheart, don’t worry,” he winked at her, looking at her reflection in the mirror. He got his phone from his pocket and unlocked his screen. “Get ready, Tommy is almost here.”

He went in her direction on the couch, he bent down, pecking her lips. “I need to go now. Do everything I told you, if anything happens you call Jeff, the van is in the private parking lot, do you don’t need to worry about any fans bothering you.”

She kissed him back, enjoying the moment to admire his outfit. “Ok, you don’t need to worry about me, just go there and have a good time, I’ll make sure to watch all the videos tomorrow.”

“My number one fan, huh?”

“Always.”

Jeff knocked on the door again. “Harry, three minutes, c’mon!”

Harry looked at her annoyed. “I’ll go before he breaks the door down.” He hugged her and kissed her neck, smelling her perfume. “I love you, be safe and be ready for me.”

He let go of her body and went to the door, opening it and being met with Jeff’s impatient face and Tommy, who was wearing merch hoodies. “Damn, took you long enough,” Jeff said, he looked inside of the room, noticing Y/n sitting there. “Hey, Y/n! Are you coming with me? We are staying in the private pit today.”

Before Y/n could answer Harry stepped in, tapping Tommy’s back. “Not today, she’s got a bad headache, so Tommy is going to take her to the tour bus.”

“Oh alright, hope you get better love, call me if you don’t feel good, we can make a doctor’s appointment,” Jeff said, giving her a kind smile.

Y/n took her tote bag, putting it on her shoulder before leaving the room, all three men by her side. “It’s alright Jeff, don’t worry, I’ll be fine,” She lied. “Are you good to go, Tommy?”

“Yes, let’s go, bye Harry, bye Jeff.” They waved at Tommy and Y/n before they took different directions, while the manager and the singer went south to the area, Y/n and Tommy were heading to the private parking lot.”

Tommy and she made some small conversation, Y/n just couldn’t get herself to think about anything more complex than how crowded the arena was or how chilly Boston was becoming, the only thing on her mind was what Harry was going to do with her once he was done with the show.

It was embarrassing how much she enjoyed being dominated by him. Harry was so strict, but at the same time he was caring and gentle, he knew exactly how far he could take her. He knew the exact amount of pain and pleasure she could take, he knew how to keep her on edge and how to relax her body after a rough session.

Harry comprehended how her body and soul worked, and there’s nothing hotter than that. She could give herself completely to him, she trusted him.

When they got to the bus, Tommy said goodbye and headed back to the arena, leaving the girl alone. The first thing she did was put her tote bag on the hook by the side of the door, she then made a sandwich and drink fresh orange juice (hoping Harry would take it easier to her if he saw how good care she was taking off her body), after she was done she did the dishes, considering Harry hated when she left messes anywhere around the house, or well, around the bus.

Y/n headed to the bathroom to take a warm shower, getting her body relaxed and ready for what was yet to come. She hated this, hated how he chose to give her a punishment after the show, the restlessness on her chest was going with each minute that passed. At least he explained what her punishment would be, there were times where he would only tell her during a scene, which used to make her very agitated.

She covered her pink loofah in lavender soap, rubbing it on her body until she felt clean enough. She let the warm water take away the small bubbles on her skin before she turned the shower off and wrapped her towel around herself. She got close to the sink, taking her toothbrush –which was right next to Harry’s– and brushing her teeth.

When the girl was done with her hygiene routine she went to her's and Harry’s room, the first thing she saw was their bed, which had blankets and pillows all over it, the couple didn’t have time to make it, because they woke up late and Harry wanted to have a little date with her during the afternoon.

Y/n decided to make the bed before Harry could get to the bus, she also enjoyed the time to organize the room more, she did all of this in only her towel, Harry wanted her naked, so there was no reason for her to put on her pajamas. Deep down she wasn’t only putting things in order to keep the room tidy, she was just procrastinating her next task, which was putting the plug.

She had never done it before, Harry was the one who would pull her on his lap and insert the toy inside her, but it was better to do this now than wait for him to be done with the show, she knew he wasn’t going to be mad at her for now being able to put in the plug, but she wanted to be good.

The girl decided to suck it up and go to the drawer, she opened it and was met with all of their sex items, them being her collar, some lingerie, lube, paddle, and other things, but what caught her attention was the pink butt plug. It was a new one Harry bought her before the tour started and gave it to her as a gift, they didn’t use it a lot, but here and there Harry would ask her if she was in the mood for it, like tonight.

She carefully took the lube and plug out, closing the drawer. Y/n placed the lube on the mattress before heading to the bathroom and washing the plug on the sink and drying it with paper. She came back to the room and took a deep breath before getting herself ready with the lube.

She laid down on her side and inserted the plug bit by bit until it was bottom out on her. At first, she felt a bit of pain, but it was slowly fading into a pleasurable feeling. She adored feeling full, but when she didn’t have Harry’s cock to do the work she had to use whatever she had in hand.

Y/n moved to the top of the bed delicately and took her phone from the bedside table and looked at the hours, just 30 minutes until the show was over. The girl just needed to be patient and do what Harry asked her to do.

She just hoped he would be quick because her clit was aching and the skin on the inside of her thighs was drenched in her wetness.

Just 30 minutes

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Harry had never left a stage so fast in his life, the band had invited him to go to a bar to commemorate, but Harry had only Y/n on his mind.

His trousers were thigh, his cock just wanted some relief. He really regretted not fucking her in the janitor’s room, it wasn’t the best place or the best time, but God knew how much he wanted to cum deep inside her. But deep down he knew she didn’t deserve it, she was only trying to get into his nerves, the only thing she was getting was a punishment to learn not to tease him.

Even though Harry was extremely horny, he was also worried to know if she was feeling alright, if she had eaten something, since the last time they had a meal was during lunch. He really wanted to be next to her now, to kiss her, to love her.

Harry didn't even realize he had made it to the tour bus, but the vehicle was right in front of him, a small bunny sticker on one of the windows indicating it was the Love on Tour bus. He couldn't help but think about when Y/n dressed as a playboy bunny for him on his birthday, she was so shy about it, but she never looked more amazing.

His sinful thought led him to open the door to finally meet the girl who was haunting his head all evening long. He made his way through the narrow hallway, the door to his room wasn’t closed as he thought it would be.

With a few more steps he got a glimpse of heaven.

Y/n was laid on her side, hugging a pillow while her thighs were slowly rubbing each other. He could see her dripping from where he was, he had such a needy girlfriend, the sigh of her made him softer, on the other end, the plug on her bum made him sweat with desire.

Harry walked towards her, kneeling on the bed and wrapping his arms around her, his lips met her neck almost immediately, tasting the skin he craved so much. In less than two seconds she was on his lap, her beautiful face holding a scared expression, probably because she wasn’t expecting him.

She straddled his body, her face relaxing when she realized it was only Harry. “I thought you would stay to talk to the band after the show,” she mumbled and he sucked hickeys at the beginning of her neck.

“And leave you here? No way, want to see your ass marked with my fingers as soon as possible,” he whispered in her ear, suddenly taking her off his lap and turning around, so he was sitting on the edge of the bed. “On my knees, go on, I don’t have all day, unlike you.”

Harry was fully in dom mode now. He wasn’t Y/n’s boyfriend at the moment, he was the man who would punish her for her actions, the man who would keep her safe, who would give her pleasure.

He was sitting straight, emanating assertiveness and power, he looked over her again, questioning why she wasn’t moving. He took her wrist, pulling her close to him– very gentle, to her surprise –until her knees were bumping the side of his thigh.

He tilted her chin to him. “Tell me your safe words.”

She stood dumbfounded, not expecting him to ask her that since he seemed eager for the punishments to start. “Yellow if we need to take it easier and red if I want to stop immediately,” she answered, looking at him, waiting for some kind of approval, but the only thing he did was nod with his head.

“Who am I right now?” he asked.

“Sir.”

“Good, my good girl,” he smugly smiled, manhandling her until she was over his knees, he locked her foot with his own calves and feet, so she couldn’t move her legs, her ass up, showing him her plug. He squeezed her ass cheek and touched her cunt from her clit to her plug, he cleaned his fingers from her wetness on her back.

“Such a cute little ass you have, such a sweet cunt too,” He told her, his rings scratching her skin, creating a pleasurable sensation on her body. “I need to keep you around, I couldn’t find a good pair of holes anywhere else.”

“Plea-”

The first slap of his hand caught her by surprise, she could feel the shape of his hand on her ass, she knew his ring had broken her skin a little by the sting feeling. Y/n let out a cry, eyes already feeling with tears as she tried to reach for his right hand, the one he wasn’t using to spank her.

He gave her his hand, gently stroking the thumb over her knuckles. “You aren’t allowed to speak unless you are spoken to, understood?"

She nodded her head, looking at the carpet on the floor, he was still wearing his pink boots, a big contrast with his dominant demeanor.

"Words, Y/n."

"I- I understood it, sir," she answered, feeling a teardrop rolling down her cheek. She tried to roll her hips in a way her clit would rub against his thigh, but it was unsuccessful because he held her even tighter.

"You know the rules, don't move, or else you can get hurt." Y/n could sense the annoyance in his voice, he was losing his patience with her. "I'm gonna start, say thank you for every spanking like a good little slut."

His hand met the backside again, the sound of the slap filled the room. "Thank you, sir, thank you," she whined, feeling her core getting wetter.

He spanked her again and again, each time she did what he asked, the thank you slipping out of her mouth like a prayer. Harry was only spanking her on the side of her cheeks, which was making the plug move a little, but not too rough to her hurt.

“Look so good like that, got my initials on your ass,” he said, getting closer to her ear. “Well, my ass now, right? It has my name, so it’s mine.”

Another slap, another round of thank you.

“Whatever I’m on stage the only thing on my mind is you, I’m always thinking about fucking my little whore.” The slap hit the place between her thigh and ass, stinging more than the other ones. “Love having you like that, so open, you’re practically begging to be broken, sweetheart.”

“Do you want that? Want me to break you and put your pieces together?” He spanked her again, but at the same time, she felt his lips on the back of her shoulders. “It tastes so sweet, my best whore, aren’t you.”

When she didn’t answer he pulled her hair. “I asked you a question,” he said in a low voice, spanking her one more time. “Are you my best whore, yes or no?”

“Thank you sir, and yes, I am,” she cried, holding to his thigh for support. Her legs were feeling wobbly, if he let her go, she would collapse on the floor, her skin was on fire. “I’m your only whore,” Y/n told him in a small voice.

“You’re right, my only pathetic little slut.” He spanked her again, waiting for her to say thank you before speaking. “Think you can get five more? What’s your color?”

“Green, sir. And yes, sir, you can do whatever you want.” The submissive tone of her voice was very explicit, she could feel herself slowly getting into a comfortable state of mind of pure devotion to him.

“I know I can do whatever I want, I’m asking you if you allow me to. Can you get five more? Be my best girl?” He was rubbing her ass and back of her thighs, massaging the skin with his cold finger

“I do, I want it so much, please, sir.” The girl turned her head to look at him, trying to show Harry through her eyes how much she needed this. For some reason, she wanted the punishment, wanted the attention, wanted to feel her ass burning even more around the plug and around the mark of his hands.

“Alright, 5 more, but you don’t need to say thank you, just be quiet for me, it’s almost over, sweetheart.” He massaged her at the place where his initial was before spanking her, two times on the right cheek and three on the left side.

Everything was very fast, in less than 20 seconds it was done, Y/n wasn’t feeling in pain. her skin was numb at this point, her heart was pounding and her mascara was running down her cheeks. With every slap on his hand, she felt her cunt contracting, begging to be filled.

Her senses were confused, she didn’t realize when Harry got her on her feet in front of him, his hands were on her waist because he knew she would fall. He was talking to her, but she couldn’t comprehend what he was saying. She took one tiny step closer to him, allowing his body to wrap his arms on her lower back and bring her closer to Harry’s chest.

Y/n laid her head on his shoulder, trying to even out her breathing and Harry massaged the bruised skin on her body. She felt his lips on her temple, very gently. “So good to me, my pretty girl, so brave and well behaved.” she heard him saying.

With Harry’s help, she hooked her legs around his hips, straddling him, in this position she could feel her throbbing clit and Harry’s boner. “Sir, I want more, I deserve it,” she whined, rocking her hips against his body.

“ You want to cum, sweetheart, is that what you want?” Harry asked, helping her with the pace of her hips.

“Yes, want now,” she brought her hand to his zipper, but Harry quickly took her hand off his trouser. “Sir, please!”

“Stop whining or you won’t get to cum at all,” he said assertively, grabbing her chin. “I wanna make a challenge for you: you gonna let me suck on those pretty tits and I’ll let you cum, but I won’t touch your pussy, you need to cum by me tasting your nipples only.”

“I can’t, I never did that before, please fill me up, need your cock,” she said, trying to change his mind.

“No, if you don’t want that you’ll go straight to aftercare, but if you want to cum it will be only under those conditions. Let’s test your body, sweetheart, I know you can do amazing things, especially if we are using my tongue, what do you say?”

"Promise to give you my cock later," he bit the love of her ear, rocking her body faster.

Y/n was quiet for a few seconds, just feeling the pleasure on her clit, but she truly needed to cum. "Alright, do it, please."

Harry didn’t need any more confirmation, he placed a hand on the back of her neck and pulled her away from him, so her tits were on display for him. He stared at them, practically watering before sucking on her erected nipple, his other hand sweetly meeting the other nipple and pitching it.

He had a strong hand on her back, preventing her from continuing moving, he teasingly rasped his hand around her nipple, while twirling his tongue on the nub. He changed from one tit to another, doing the same thing.

Y/n couldn’t rock against his hips, but the fabric on his trousers still created friction on her clit, she wasn’t too confined on Harry’s arms, so with a bit of movement, she still could stimulate her clit. Harry’s hair was brushing her chest and chin, her back was arching just so he could have more of her.

She could feel her release close, her cunt was drenching Harry's pants and her clit was throbbing, she just needed a little more. Harry seemed to know what she needed, because he loosen his hold on her, an explicit sign that she could move a bit.

“Fuck, such good tits,” he mumbled. “If I could I would have my tongue on you all the time, so sweet,

Harry began sucking harder on her tit at the same time she rubbed more freely against the soft fabric, she was right at the top of his erection now, the pre-cum was mixing with her arousal as well.

After a few seconds, she felt her orgasm close, her head was dizzy and her body shaking. "Sir, I'm close, can I?"

"Close, sweetheart?" He asked, twirling his tongue around her nipple and rocking her body. "Go on, I know your little cunt need that"

And with that the girl felt that familiar waves of pleasure running through her body, starting on her chest and spreading to her thighs. She felt warm, she felt good, she felt so close to Harry. Y/n let go completely, allowing her body to be consumed by the feeling.

"Feeling good?" Harry asked, taking his mouth off her tit to look at her. The girl had her head on his shoulder, mouth slightly open and eyes fully closed.

Y/n mumbled in response, trying not to move around because her clit was way too sensitive. "Hold me please."

Harry kissed her forehead, doing what she asked. "Of course I'll hold. I'm so proud, you did exactly what I expected from you, my best girl." Harry held her body as they laid down, the girl's body completely on top of him and his head hit the pillow."

"How are you feeling? Talk to me, baby." He said, stroking her head. His tone was very gentle and soft, not wanting to alarm her in such a vulnerable moment. "What's your color, can you tell me that?"

"Green, sir," she answered him, focusing on his heartbeat as she came down to her senses.

"No sir right now, just Harry," he kissed her head while massaging her cheeks. "What If we take the plug off and go take a shower? Let's go so we can sleep."

"No, I wanna stay here." Y/n just wanted to stay still with Harry, she only wanted his company and comfort, but the man had other plans.

"I know you want to, but you can’t," he said gently, trying to make her understand. "Lay to your side for me."

"No."

"Y/n, you were being so good to me, why are you being difficult now?" He asked, his dominant voice coming back. "I know what's best for you, don’t I?"

She rubbed her head on his shoulder. "Yes, you do."

"Then c'mon, I won’t ask you again."

Y/n let out a whine before she did what Harry asked, turning to her side. Harry handed her a pillow so she could hug it as he softly patted her bum. “Gonna take it off now, let me know if it hurts.”

She felt his fingers in her skin, in less than a second her plug was out, she felt no pain, just hints of pleasure, that disappeared as fast as they came. “I feel empty,” she complained against the pillow. “My butt hurts.” She couldn’t see what he was doing, but by the sound, she was hearing he was putting the plug away to wash. She heard footsteps and felt a hand on her back, indicating he was back.

“Don’t need to feel empty, I’m here with you. And I’ll rub numbing cream once we are done with the shower.” He held her waist, pulling her close until she was on her knees on the mattress, standing almost the same height as him, who was standing on the floor. “Now why are you so crabby, huh?” Harry rubbed their nose together, which made her laugh.

“Now that’s a sound I like to hear,” he said. “Need help to walk to the bathroom?”

She nodded, letting him wrap his arms around her and walk them to the bathroom. Harry turned the water on and let Y/n under it as he took his clothes off, placing them nicely on the toilet top so he could give them back to Lambert later. His cock was still hard, hitting his naval, but he gave no attention to it, he needed to care for Y/ right now.

Harry got in the shower with her, her back was turned to him as she cleaned herself with her loofah, he got closer to her, leaving an innocent kiss on her shoulder. She turned around, hugging him as he placed his hands on her lower back. They stood like that for a few moments, just letting the water wash them clean, but suddenly he felt a shy hand on his cock.

“What are you doing?” he asked, holding her arm so she couldn't move it anymore.

"You said you would fuck me later, want it now," she whined, acting like a spoiled person who didn't get want they wanted.

"Later doesn't mean tonight," he said, gently putting her to the side so he would wash his hair. "Let's finish here, do you want help?" Harry said, ignoring her request completely.

Y/n frowned, a pout on her lips, not enjoying the way he disregarded when it was very visible how horny he was. She took one step closer to him and began kissing the back of his shoulder, moving up north until her lips touched his neck and nap. She heard him let out a breath, his body became rigid as she traced his happy trail with the tip of his finger until she was met with his pubic bone.

His cock was begging to be touched, she knew he wanted her as well, but he was always apprehensive to have fuck her after a scene was over, fearing she wouldn’t be in the right state of mind to know what was happening, but the girl knew what she wanted.

With her thumb, she spread the pre-cum from the tip of his cock all the way down to his shaft, with her other hand she touched his balls, applying a slight amount of pressure, making Harry moan. “You don’t know when to stop, do you, Y/n?”

In a harsh movement, he turned around, grabbing her waist and pressing the front of her body against the cold wall. She gasped in confusion, taking some time to process what was happening. “You are so greedy,” Harry said behind her, his body was so close she could feel part of his warmth against her skin, she could also feel his hard cock pressed against her ass and back.

“I let you cum, I gave you a spanking, I was nice enough to begin aftercare with you,” He teased his cock on her entrance, making the girl shiver when it hit her clit. “ But what about you? You act like a whore who needs to have a cock inside her cunt at all times.”

Harry held her waist, digging his finger on her skin as he tapped the side of her feet so she could spread her legs apart. Harry didn’t waste time edging her, he fastly pounded against her, making his cock reach her cervix in the first thrust. He moaned in her ear as she did the same, happy that she got what she wanted.

“So fucking spoiled you are,” he said, working his hips in and out of her at a fast pace, Harry was also using her hips to go even deeper. “You just need to whine a bit to have my cock.”

“I just wanted,” the girl argued, pressing her forehead on the walls while Harry hit her G spot. Her cunt was always so welcome to his thick cock, she loved being filled up with him. “Feels so good, more, I want more.”

Harry’s hand closed around the back of her throat, Y/n felt the adrenaline being released on her body as she struggled a little to breathe, her pussy contracted around Harry, showing him how much she enjoyed it. When he had a hold of her throat and hips he began slamming his hips deeper and faster.

Harry was grunting, being too overwhelmed with the feeling of her tight pussy, he didn’t want to let her know, but fucking her was his favorite part in any scene. Her walls were so warm and wet, clutching to him as if she was made for him, and in some sort of religious way she was, he had no doubt about that.

They were always in sink emotionally and sexually, they were a good fucking match and Harry could never leave her, he could never be deprived of the way her cunt felt, the way her nipples were always erected on his tongue. He was so addicted to her, and by the sweet noises she was making, Y/n also felt the same.

He rested his forehead on the back of her head, thrusting in and out of her pussy, the noise of skin slapping could probably be heard from afar. He didn't know how many minutes had passed, but the burning on his lower belly indicated he was close to cumming. "Fuck, so tight." He murmured.

"Gonna cum like that, just with my cock?" He asked, pounding inside of her, his pubic hair grazing her skin.

"Y-yes," she whined, feeling the jerk move of his cock on her cunt, she had sex with Harry enough times to know he was close.

Harry took a step back, pulling her so she was bent over, her hands holding onto the shelf on the wall. It was a bit unsteady, but she couldn’t care less now that she was being fucked in her favorite position: doggy.

Harry grabbed her hair, pulling it in the same rhythm he slammed his hips against her. One hand was on her waist, dictating the pace of his thrust. He loved fucking her on doggy, he could see his cock coming in and out of her, could see the red skin of her ass, the HS still adorning it.

"I'm going to cum, oh my–" Y/n moaned, pinning her fingers on the hard material of the shampoo shelf.

"Do it, be a good little slut and cum on my cock," Her walls contracted around him one more time before he heard her moan, he made sure to hold her tighter so she wouldn't fall. Like they were connected, his balls twitched slightly, and with one more thrust, he began cumming inside of her.

"Gonna fuck you until I'm dry," he mumbled, Y/n couldn’t even understand him, being too drowned in the feeling of pleasure. He continued pounding, a thick load of cum leaving the tip of his cock with every thrust.

When he was too sensitive he stopped-- still deep inside her -- trying to catch his breath while stroking Y/n’s back. He carefully held her arms so she could let go of the shelf and brought her to his chest, kissing her jaw and cheeks. “Hi baby,” he said.

Y/n didn’t respond, her eyes were closed and her breathing was heavy. “Feeling good, any pain?” Harry asked again, placing a hand on her ribcage. “You are always so good to me, forever my sweet girl, you know that, right?”

Y/n nodded, still not saying a word. “Why aren’t you talking to me?”

“Don’t know, feels warm,” she mumbled, resting the back of her head on Harry’s shoulder. “Just wanna be here.”

Harry furrowed his eyebrows, trying to understand if she was on her subspace or not, if Y/n was, he needed to be extra careful with her physically and mentally. “Can you open your eyes for me, angel?”

She shook her head. “Don’t want to, sir.”

“I’m Harry baby, I’m here to care for you, I can only do that if you open your eyes for me, be a good girl, please,” he said in a more assertive tone, not really leaving room for her to disagree.

Y/n opened her eyes, looking to the side, her pupils were very dilated, she was looking up to Harry as if he was her whole world. When those moments happened Harry realized how much responsibility he had. Whenever Y/n was on subspace she would put all of her trust in him, because she believed he would care for her in every way possible. So that’s what he was going to do right now.

“You are a bit light-headed, aren’t you? I’ll take care of you so you don’t have to worry about a thing,” he stroked her cheekbone, trying to show how much he loved him. “I’m gonna pull out now, and we're gonna finish our shower.”

“No, don’t wanna be empty,” Y/n said, shaking her head.

Her hips were set at a higher angle so he could stay inside of her, but Harry knew this was an uncomfortable position that would cause her pain later, so it was not time for negotiation. “You’ll get hurt, sweet angel, trust me, yeah?”

Without waiting for her response, he gently pulled out, watching his cum running down his legs, his cock also had cum in it, they needed around two in the shower. Y/n turned to Harry, a sad expression on her face. “Now we aren’t together,” she said in a small voice, looking down.

Harry took the loofah, getting on his knees in front of her and cleaning her legs from his fluids. “We are together, angel, I’m right here.” He carefully cleaned her pussy, being tender with her clit, which was still very sensitive. More of his cum came out of her, so he stayed like that until he was sure everything was out and she was completely clean. He also didn’t want her to get any kind of UTIs.

When he was done he kissed her belly, looking up to her. “My girl is now squeaky clean,” he smiled, standing in front of her so he could wash her body. “You are so beautiful, the prettiest face and the prettiest mind in the whole world.” He loved reassuring Y/n, complimenting her, she deserved all the affection he could give her.

“Can you sit on the toilet top while I wash myself, angel?” he asked.

“Why?”

“Just so I can finish here quickly, yeah? C’mon,” He wrapped the towel around her and held her hand until she was out of the shower. She sat at the toilet top, looking at him like she didn’t know what to do anymore. “I’ll be done soon, I love you.”

“Love you too,” she mumbled.

Harry was quick to wash his hair and body, he knew if she was inside the shower with him he wouldn’t be able to be fast, since she could get a bit clingy, so having her waiting for him was the best option. He turned off the shower, wrapped a towel on his waist, and made his way out of the shower. Y/n was in the same position as before, but this time her face was different, her cheeks were wet, and it was not from the shower.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, kneeling in front of her for the second time that day, he tried to meet her eyes, which were filled with tears.

“You don’t want to be near me,” she cried, holding tight to her towel, not meeting his eyes. “I just wanted to be with you, I’m sorry If I did something wrong, I just want to be good.”

Harry hugged her shoulder, kissing her head, feeling happy that she didn’t pull away. “It's ok angel, you were so good to me, waited so patiently, so proud of you.”

“I always want you close, I just needed to finish my shower, alright? Now I’m here, not going to leave your side,” Harry continued. He took her hand, leading them out of the bathroom back to the room.

“Lay on the bed on your stomach, love, gonna massage some numbing cream on your bum,” he said, watching as she laid with her face on the mattress. He first put on a pair of grey sweatpants and took Y/n’s pajamas before grabbing the bottle of cream.

Harry sat on the mattress, right by her side, leaving her clothes close to him. He spread the cream on his hand, finally meeting her bruised cheek, with gentleness, he massaged her, being mindful of anything she would let out any sign of pain. The HS on her skin was still very visible, and you stay like that for a week or so.

Harry liked the idea of that, having a mark of him on Y/n’s body. He already had a tattoo for her on his chest: a small flower, the same one he gifted her on their first date. Of course, the flower had a deeper meaning than his initials on her ass, but Harry couldn’t help thinking if she would consider doing something like that one day.

He continued rubbing her skin while talking about random things to Y/n, talking about the show, about the crazy signs and pretty outfits he saw. He explained how the fan threw hats on the stage, so he got to be a full sunflower for five minutes. Harry was even beginning to feel a bit guilty by telling her to go to the tour bus instead of the concert, she would’ve enjoyed the show a lot.

While he was in the middle of his rambling, a hand rubbing her left cheek, he realized Y/n wasn’t answering or making any small remarks, Harry looked at her and saw her angelic face very relaxed, she was sleeping.

He laughed to himself for the number of things he told her when she wasn’t even listening. Harry did another round of massage before he stopped, not wanting to irritate her muscle too much, he put the bottle to the side while taking her pajama pants. The man tenderly dressed her– considering he knew how much she hated being naked after a scene –, trying not to be too harsh not to wake her up.

He kissed her head before going to the kitchen to make an avocado toast and a bowl of yogurt and water. He was done rather quickly, not wanting to leave her alone for too long. He had mastered the ability to carry a lot of things on his hand, so he brought all the food to the room in one go, for his relief Y/n was still sleeping, looking cuter than ever.

The man put all the food on the nightstand and he carefully brought Y/n to lay on his side, head on her favorite pillow, she turned around a bit in her sleep, ending up with her head against Harry’s chest, which made Harry smile. He caressed her head, her face, he traced the lines of her lips and nose, trying to print her picture on his own brain so he could never forget it.

After 20 minutes had passed Harry thought it was better to wake her up, he didn’t want her to sleep with an empty stomach. “Hey angel, wake up,” he whispered in her ear, kissing her cheeks. “I need you to eat something, c’mon.”

“Hmm, what?” Y/n said, slowly opening her eyes and meeting Harry’s green one.

“You fell asleep, for like 40 minutes, but you haven’t eaten yet, so c’mon on my lap.”

Y/n let Harry put her in between his thighs, she cuddled up to her chest, still feeling light-headed. When she was in subspace it was like she was attracted magnetically to Harry, she only wanted to feel close, to feel his familiar scent, feel his skin against her own. She realized she was wearing clothes, but that didn’t surprise her, Harry had a habit of dressing her when she was taking a nap just after a scene.

Harry hooked a hand on her belly, stroking the skin while he held a piece of toast in front of her mouth with the other. “Take a bite, baby,” he said, resting his chin on her head.

She did what he asked, and little by little he was feeding her. Y/m ate the whole toast and yogurt before Harry gave him the glass of water. “I love it when you let me feed you,” he said softly. “Are you in any pain?”

She put the glass on the nightstand, snuggling to his body. “Just a bit, but it’s ok,” she answered, letting him kiss her all over the face. “Want you to stay with me for the rest of the night, ok?” she asked, sounding a bit insecure. “I don’t wanna be alone.”

“I already told you I’m not going anywhere, angel,” he said patiently. “Don’t you remember, is your mind a bit dizzy?”

“I think so,” Y/n said, watching Harry taking his phone from its place at the nightstand, he opened the Youtube app.

“What if we watch something to make you relax then? What do you say?”

“I want that, could you put sensory videos, please?” She asked shyly. She didn’t know what, but baby sensory videos were so addicting, she loved their little colors and cartoons too.

‘Of course, I will do whatever you want,” he kissed her one more time before putting her favorite video on. A few minutes passed of them just being close to each other while enjoying the cute videos, but a wave of guilt suddenly hit Harry.

He tapped in the pause button, which made Y/n look back at him in confusion. “You know I don’t mean what I said earlier, right? I love you, you are the best thing in my life,” he said, staring at her eyes.

“I know, H, you don’t need to worry about it,” she reassured him, kissing his jaw.

Sometimes doms needed tender love too.

“Good,” Harry said, giving her a tiny smile. “Forever my pretty girl.”

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