warning/tags: smut, minors DNI, ass and pussy whipping, anal and vaginal penetration with sex toys, hot lube, squirting, cumming untouched, pussy eating, overstimulation, aftercare
Play with fire
The front door slammed, but it didn’t surprise you, because you’d been expecting that pissed-off stride of his ever since you’d sent the video hours ago. Your pulse fluttered, you knew what kind of punishment you were in for.
“Are you fucking taking the piss, babe?” Harry’s voice was a growl, the anger behind his tone was undeniable. “Sat in the car, opened your message and my fucking phone went off, full volume.”
You bit your lip, fighting a smile. “Oh no…” You said softly with mocking innocence.
Harry narrowed his eyes. He mimicked you, “Oh no. Yeah, oh fucking no is right. Try explaining to Kiko why I was watching a video of a woman moaning next to him, eh? Why is my girl moaning my name so loud I had to shove my phone under the fucking car seat.”
You tilted your head, feigning confusion. “He didn’t… see, did he?” You didn’t really give a fuck if anyone else saw the video you sent to Harry fucking yourself with your fingers and yelling his name.
“Didn’t need to see. Could hear.” Harry stepped forward, looming over you. He yanked the shirt collar down, exposing the slope of your throat. “You think you’re funny, do you? You think I don’t know what you’re doing?”
You curved your lips into a smile. “I was bored. It’s not a big deal.”
Harry’s laugh was humorless. “Bored, she says. Nah. You like poking the fuckin’ bear, don’t you?” He had a hand already on your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch. “And now you’re in for it.”
You shivered, pressing your thighs together. “Maybe that’s what I wanted.”
His eyes flared, and then you were being hauled up, tossed over his shoulder like you weighed nothing. He didn’t bother with gentleness; each step up the stairs was purposeful, your body bouncing against him while he muttered, “Gonna teach you, girl. Gonna make you think twice before pulling off something like that again.”
He threw you down on the bed, making the mattress bounce beneath you. “Clothes off. Now.”
You moved slowly, deliberately dragging the shirt over your head, tossing it aside. His gaze tracked you with hunger, it was too slow for him. Harry lunged forward, ripping your underwear down himself, not even bothering to be careful. “You like making a show, don’t you? Giving me a fucking heart attack in front of the people I work with. Fine. I’ll show you what you get when you act like a brat.”
He didn’t waste any more words. He just yanked open the top drawer of the nightstand. The one where you both kept everything.
Your breath caught when you watched him close his hand around the whip first. Made out of thin leather, designed to sting, the one you both knew left your skin marked in seconds. He turned it over in his hands, flexed it, then cut his eyes at you with a slow smile.
“On your knees. Face down. Arse up.”
You hesitated, not because you didn’t want it, but because bratting him was half the fun. “Maybe I don’t feel like—”
The whip cracked through the air and smacked across the mattress beside your thigh, making you flinch.
Harry’s voice dropped lower. “You’ve got two seconds to get in position, babe, or I’ll make you regret it even worse.”
You scrambled instantly, pressing your face to the sheets, keeping your ass in the air, trembling with anticipation.
“Good girl,” he drawled, dragging the flat side of the whip across your skin in a mock caress. “Now let’s see if you’re still smiling after this.”
The first strike bit sharply across your ass, leaving red lines blooming across your skin. You yelped, clawing your fingers into the sheets. Before you could even catch your breath, the second landed, and it was harder than the first, making you gasp as the sting burned across the tender flesh, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. The third followed almost immediately, each crack of the whip forcing your body to tense.
“Count.” Harry’s voice was commanding. He raised the whip again, giving you a sharp strike. “From one.”
“One!” you gasped, shaking, feeling the heat pooling between your thighs, the sting of the strike already making your pussy clench around nothing.
The whip sang through the air, landing on your bare skin with a biting smack.
“Two!” You screamed. The strike was even harder this time, making you arch, your breath coming in broken bursts.
He raised it again, the leather whistling before it hit.
“Three—” your voice shattered, breaking on the word as the whip slammed down harder than ever, the sting exploding across your ass, you were trembling, making your thighs soaked with your own arousal.
Harry smirked, standing over you, swinging the leather with expert precision. “Louder. Don’t want you mumblin’ into the sheets. Wanna hear every fuckin’ number.”
You obeyed without hesitation, yelling the numbers with every crack of the whip. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but despite it, your cunt was impossibly wet, dripping freely onto the sheets below, leaving a glistening trail down your thighs, pooling on the bed.
Harry’s cock was hard as a brick, watching you take strike after strike, hearing those little moans you let slip, turning him into an animal. Every sound you made seemed to echo inside his skull, feeding the hunger that burned in his gut. He dragged his free hand under his pants and underwear, tugging his big cock up under the elastic band of his boxers so the pain of his throbbing member trying to escape wouldn’t be so overwhelming. The thick length slapped against his skin, twitching violently like it had a pulse of its own. As he did, he smeared a little of that white creamy pre-cum over his lower stomach, smudging the sticky trail across his abs. His cock leaked like it couldn’t help itself, desperate for you, desperate for friction, desperate for anything.
He clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to just fist himself raw right there, because the sight of you, so helpless and writhing, was already more than his body could stand.
By the time he reached ten, your ass was burning, hot, and welted under his aim. Harry tossed the whip onto the bed beside you, leaning over to press a hand to the burning flesh, squeezing it harshly. You hissed at the pain, but the moan that slipped out gave you away.
“You’re fucking shameless,” he dragged his fingers over the marks he’d made. “Crying and moaning all at once. You love it.”
“I do,” you whispered.
He chuckled. “Course you do.”
Just when you thought he might finally put the whip aside, maybe lose himself in his own desire and bury himself inside you, a rough strike of the leather slammed against your wet slit.
“Harry!” you half-screamed, half-moaned, the wet smack echoed through the room, every nerve in your cunt alive, leaving you trembling and utterly exposed beneath him.
Harry lowered the whip, slidding the thin leather ribbon teasingly across your dripping folds, as if to soothe them after the strike. He traced it over your slit, teasing the swollen bundle of nerves, before slamming it down with a sting right on your clit.
A yelp tore from your throat, but he didn’t stop, giving a few more controlled strikes, each one making you cry out, soaking the leather with the wetness from your pussy as he punished and teased you at the same time.
“Shhhh…” Harry whispered, cooingly. “This… this is exactly what you were begging for when you sent me that little video. Don’t think I’m mean, I’m just being a good husband, giving you exactly what you wanted, love.”
You shook your head frantically. “Harry… please—please fuck me… please get inside me, love… I need you!” you begged helplessly, because you knew Harry’s self-control was unyielding, machine-like, and he wasn’t anywhere near finished with you.
“Not yet, love.” He snapped the whip against your clit, leaving it raw and puffy. “We still have a lot to go through first.”
He gave your burning ass a tender caress, gliding his palm over the skin. You almost sighed at the fleeting comfort, but it didn’t last, because he slipped his hand away, leaving behind the ghost of his touch.
You heard the scrape of the drawer opening, and you craned your neck over your shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse. Harry shifted behind you, his movements were unhurried, the kind of patience that made you tremble, because it meant he already knew what came next.
“What’s next, hmm?” he teased, pulling something out slowly. “Whip’s just the start, babe. We’ve got a whole drawer to get through… Y’know what I think?” He crouched beside you. “I think you ain’t learned enough yet. You still got that little smirk in your face. You still reckon this is a game.”
“It’s not—” you gasped, trying to sound contrite.
He cut you off with a sharp slap of his hand on your ass. “Don’t fucking lie to me. You sent me that video knowing full well what it’d do. You like poking me till I snap. Well—” He moved his left hand from ass and reached back into the drawer. You heard the little clink of bottles, the sound of a plastic cap flicking open. “—snap’s what you’re getting.”
Your stomach twisted in anticipation, your body already shaking with adrenaline. Harry dangled the next object where you could see it. He held up the small bottle, and you recognized it instantly, it was the hot lube.
Harry smirked, shaking a few drops onto his fingers. “Don’t get shy now, love. This is what you wanted, innit? This is what you were begging for, screaming my name on camera like a fucking pornstar.”
You shuddered as he spread your ass cheeks with one hand, dragging the slick, warming gel over your pussy lips with the other, down to your hole. At first, it was just cool and wet… and then the heat bloomed. A burning warmth that spread through every nerve ending it touched.
“Fuck!” you gasped, jerking your hips.
Harry chuckled, watching the way your body writhed. “Ohhh, she feels it now. Look at you, squirming. Little cunt’s on fire, isn’t it?” He rubbed it in deliberately, coating your folds, circling your clit with the slick until your thighs trembled. “Tell me how it feels.”
“Hot,” you panted. “It burns… oh my god—”
“Good.” He leaned down, breathing against your ear. “That’s what happens when you play with fire, love. You get burned.”
You whimpered, burying your face into the sheets as the heat built, spreading between your legs and deep inside. But Harry wasn’t done, he reached into the drawer again, and when he pulled his hand free, you caught the glint of silicone beads.
Your stomach dropped. Harry dangled them, letting them brush across your ass teasingly. “Oh, you know these well, don’t ya?”
You nodded frantically. “Yes” Your voice was breathless, betraying just how much you craved what was coming.
Harry curved his lips in that knowing smirk he reserved for when he had you right where he wanted you. He loved playing with your ass, and the beads… well, you two were good, old friends by now. Harry’s favorites, and he knew exactly how to use them to push you to the edge.
“Yes, what?” he corrected. Just like that, your pussy clenched, reacting automatically to his authority. You loved it when he acted that way.
“Yes, Harry.”
“Good girl.” He slicked the beads with more of the hot lube, then pressed the first one against your tight hole. The heat was already making you shiver, clenching your muscles instinctively. He tutted, pressing harder. “Don’t fight it. You wanted to be a brat, now you’re gonna take every fucking inch I give you.”
Your moans were muffled into the sheets as the first bead slipped inside, stretching you just right. Your ass clenched instinctively around it, the muscles tightening, while the burning warmth of the lube spread deeper, making every nerve stand on edge. Each tiny shift of the bead sent shivers through your body.
“There we go,” Harry murmured, almost with gentleness. Almost. “One down.”
The second bead slid in with more pressure, forcing your ass to open wider, stretching your muscles around it. Your body writhed against the sheets. “Harry—fuck—” you gasped, your ass already aching and pulsing with the delicious burn, craving more, desperate for him to keep going.
He smacked your ass, right over the welted skin, making you yelp. “Language. Count.”
“Two,” you choked.
He pushed the third bead in slowly, taking his time, letting you feel the straining. Each millimeter pressed deeper, making you shiver, sweat slicking your skin and tears streaking your cheeks.
“Three—” your voice shook, your moans we’re tangled with whimpers, more tears slipping down your face as the delicious, painful fullness left you undone.
The fourth bead slid in with force, pressing deeper than the others, making your cry tear out of you, almost a scream. The burn of the stretch, the fullness pulsing deep inside, and the way your body fought and surrendered all at once sent waves of overwhelming pleasure lacing with delicious pain through you.
“Four,” you gasped, clinging to the sheets.
Harry tangled his hand in your hair, yanking your head back so you had to look at him over your shoulder. His eyes were wild with lust and fury. “Look at you. Eyes all wet, face all wrecked. And you love it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” you whispered as your body shook.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Harry. I love it.” You meant it, you loved it because it was him doing it, your man inflicting the most delicious pain as a punishment. It was Harry dominating your body, dictating your pleasure, marking his authority, and every cry, every gasp, every wet clench of your cunt and ass was proof: you belonged to him completely, utterly, and willingly.
He curved his lips into that dangerous grin, the one that made your stomach flip, as he pushed the last bead inside, burying it deep, forcing your body to clench desperately around the stretch.
“There we fucking go,” he stroked your back almost affectionately. “Every bead sitting nice in that tight little arse. Burning hot, full up, just the way you deserve.”
Your whole body was quivering, overwhelmed by the mix of sting, stretch, and heat. You were sobbing into the sheets, every nerve ending screaming, but the wetness that kept dripping down your thighs betrayed you. Harry saw it. Of course, he saw it, and he grabbed your ass to spread you wider, fixing his eyes on the mess between your legs. “Soaking the sheets, babe. Look at you. Punishment’s supposed to break you, but you’re fucking dripping.”
You whimpered, rolling your hips back against the fullness in your ass. “I can’t help it.”
Harry’s grin widened. He smacked your ass again, making the beads shift inside you, pulling another scream from your throat.
“Don’t you worry, love,” he rasped, leaning close. “We’re only just gettin’ started.”
Your body was quivering, you could still feel your ass burning, the beads inside it keeping it stretched and open. The heat of the lube had spread deep inside both your holes, making every little twitch feel unbearable, like you were burning up. Harry stood back, crossing his arms for a moment, just looking at you, taking in the sight of you being utterly ruined and trembling.
“Not enough,” he whispered. “Not even close.”
Before you could catch your breath or protest, he gripped your hips with his big hands, and he flipped you over with little care, so you were lying on your back now. The beads shifted inside you from his rough movements, dragging another cry from your lips.
Harry shoved his hand between your thighs, spreading them wide to get full access to your center. “Keep those beads in,” he ordered. “If a single one slips out, I’ll start all over again.”
“Yes, Harry,” you choked, and your ass clenched instinctively, trying to hold them in place.
He reached for the drawer again, and you heard he sound of the cap flipping open once more. He drizzled some more of that lube over your swollen folds, not cause you needed more lubrication, just to make you feel the burn. It was cold at first, a teasing contrast before the heat set in. In just a few seconds it bloomed hot again, soaking into your skin, spreading like fire through your clit, down to your cunt, making you moan loud.
The sound of your moan made Harry groan as he rubbed the lube in with his rough fingers, coating you until you were thrashing. “Oh, she’s burning now. Can feel it, can’t you? Cunt’s on fire, ass full, and you still can’t keep quiet.”
“It’s too much!” you cried in between tears, soaking the pillow.
“It’s just a little lube, babe.” His voice was almost coaxing, but there was an undertone of satisfaction in the way he watched you squirm. Part of him was trying to soothe you, to calm the overstimulation, but another part of him enjoyed watching you too far gone to form a coherent thought.
All of a sudden, the room hummed with the familiar buzz of the vibrator you knew far too well. Harry pressed the head of it firmly against your clit, and the vibrations slammed through you instantly, each pulse amplified by the burning slick of the lube still coating your folds.
You arched your whole body off the bed, clutching with your hands at the sheets as you tore out a loud and desperate scream from the back of your throat.
“Fuck! Harry! Oh my god!” you cried, completely overwhelmed by the brutal combination of the burning, the stretch, and the merciless vibration.
“That’s it.” Harry snarled, pressing one hand firmly against your lower belly to hold you down, while the other tortured your clit with the buzzing vibrator. “Scream for me. You wanted a punishment… You fucking got it.” Each word drove you further over the edge, ass and cunt trembling.
The burn mixed in with the vibration, the feeling was so intense it bordered on pain, but behind it was the exquisite pleasure that only Harry could inflict on you. Your thighs shook violently, and you clenched every muscle of your body as you tried to fight the overstimulation, tried to escape it, but his weight kept you pinned.
“Please… please—” you sobbed under his assault. You weren’t even sure what you were asking for, release, more, him inside you, or just to keep feeling this overwhelming fire, all you knew was that you didn’t want him to stop, didn’t want the pleasure to end, didn’t want to lose a single second of the burning, pulsing, maddening intensity he was driving through you.
Harry leaned closer. “Please, what? Please stop? Please more? You don’t even know what you want, do you? Just a needy thing begging for anything I’ll give her.”
He pressed the vibrator harder, tracing circles over your swollen clit, making the beads shift inside your ass with every tremor. The burn was maddening, traveling through your veins until your cries turned to raw screams.
“Can’t—can’t—” you babbled, shaking your head in denial.
“Yes, you fucking can,” Harry growled, never letting up, not even for one second. “You’re gonna cum when I say, and not before. Hold it, babe. Hold it or I’ll edge you all fucking night.”
Your body convulsed as you fought against the overwhelming stimulation. The heat, the stretch, the vibration… it was too much, far too much, and you couldn’t breathe around it.
Harry’s voice cut through. He was punishing you, yes, but he also love you deeply, and he could only be so cruel when it came to you. He knew exactly how far to push, when to hold, and when to finally let you shatter. “Now. Let go. Let me hear it.”
The release tore through you violently, the orgasm ripped every sound from your lungs. You screamed and sobbed, feeling your cunt clenching so hard that it almost hurt. Harry didn’t pull the vibrator away immediately, he kept it there, making you feel every aftershock until you were a crying mess.
Finally, he switched it off and tossed it aside. He stroked your cheek once, almost tenderly, before gripping your hair and yanking your head up to watch the state of you, your glassy eyes, mascara streaked, with tears still falling freely.
He smirked. “There’s my love. Wrecked and ruined. Exactly how I want you.”
You whimpered, but the gleam in his eyes told you the punishment wasn’t over. Not even close.
You widened your eyes before he could say or do anything else. “No. Harry—please—”
But your begging was pointless, he was already pressing the vibrator back against your swollen clit, but this time he set it up higher, the hum was stronger, and when it made contact with your cunt, a jolt ripped through you like electricity.
“Fuck!” you screamed, pounding your fists uselessly into the sheets.
Harry had his heavy hand pinning you down as you jerked your hips helplessly. “Thought I was done with you? Nah, babe. You don’t get to send me that filth and walk away with one pretty little orgasm. You’re not learning anything that way.”
“Harry—I can’t—I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he barked, holding the toy firm against your clit, ignoring your sobs. “You’ll take what I give you. Every last fucking second of it.”
You felt the burn from the lube sharper now, the heat was spreading deeper, and the vibrator on high speed made your clit feel raw and overexposed. Your throat was hoarse from screaming so loud, but even if you felt like you couldn’t hold on anymore, your body betrayed you, because it was clenching and dripping, as if asking for more.
“Look at this mess,” Harry said, watching the slick run down your thighs. “Crying, but your cunt’s gushing all over the sheets. My filthy, beautiful woman.”
You thrashed against the mattress, trembling uncontrollably. “Too much—it’s too much!” you gasped. You didn’t even know what the words meant anymore, you were drunk on the overwhelming sensations Harry was driving through you.
Harry snarled. “Then give in. Stop fighting it. Let that needy body of yours do what it’s begging to do.”
The pressure built to the point were is was unbearable, you felt it coiling in your gut, sharper than anything you’d ever felt before. The beads shifted inside your ass, amplifying the sensation until your vision blurred.
Your cries turned to screams for mercy. “Please, Harry—please—”
“You wanna cum again? You wanna soak the bed? Then fucking do it. Show me. Show me how gorgeous you look when you cum.”
“I—fuck—I can’t take it!” You kicked uselessly, and your thighs trembled so hard you could barely hold them apart. Harry had to push them open with one hand.
Harry was groaning like he was getting himself off too just by watching you. It was as if your pleasure was his own, and even though his hands and every ounce of his attention were fixed entirely on you, he looked just as fucked-out as he did when his cock was buried deep inside you.
He shoved the vibrator harder against your clit. “Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking dare give up now. You’re gonna cum for me again. You’re gonna scream my name, and you’re gonna give me every fucking drop I wring out of this cunt.”
As if your body had a mind of its own, it obeyed. Another orgasm slammed into you without warning, it was violent, tearing through every muscle. You screamed, convulsed, arching your body off the bed as he held the vibrator against your clit. Harry moaned and growled too, as if he were joining you in your climax, not just watching but feeling it through every fiber of him. He squeezed his eyes shut, trembling as he shook with need, his cock straining in his pants. It was impossible to tell where your pleasure ended and his began.
But this time, as you came, it wasn’t just a little wetness coming out of your pussy, instead of the usual pulse of release, something broke open inside you, hot liquid gushing, spilling out of you like a waterfall, soaking the sheets beneath you.
Your own shocked cry rang in your ears. That had never happened before. Every orgasm with Harry had been wild, intense, and mind-shattering, ye… but nothing like this.
“Harry—! Oh my god—!” you gasped, and Harry froze for half a second, then his grin spread slowly. He pulled the vibrator away, sitting back to watch the wet patch spreading under you.
“Fuuuck!” Harry said, staring down at you, at the patch spreading fast under your hips, dripping down your thighs. “Fucking hell.” He grabbed your ass cheeks, spreading you open just to see the mess leaking out of you. “Look at you! Babe, you just squirted all over the fucking bed! My woman, squirting all over our bed.”
Harry’d be lying if he said he’d never fantasized about making you squirt for him, about feeling you shiver as your juices gushed, slicking him. The thought alone made him harder, hungrier.
You shook your head frantically, still trembling. “What the fuck, Harry?!”
Harry barked out a laugh with disbelief. “What the fuck, she says… what the fuck is you making a puddle in our bed! Jesus Christ, look at this. Never seen you do that before.”
“I haven’t!” you shot back, still shaking. “You made me… oh my God, Harry—”
He was still staring like he couldn’t get enough, dragging his hand down your soaked thighs, smearing your slick across your skin. He lifted his dripping fingers, and he shoved them between your lips. “Taste that. That’s what you just did for me. That’s mine.”
You whimpered helplessly, taking his fingers into your mouth on pure instinct. You tasted yourself, the salty, heady flavor of your own juices, the mess Harry had dragged out of you.
Once you’d calmed down, you looked down, expecting the familiar tent of his erection, only to see a large, wet patch blooming across the crotch of his pants. Your eyes widened, you knew Harry well enough to recognize that was far too much to be just pre-cum. It had soaked through layers of fabric.
“Harry… did you… did you?” you whispered, your voice trembling as you stared at the evidence of what you’d done to him.
He looked down at the dark spot, then brought his hand to his crotch, squeezing and brushing it as if testing it, as if he still couldn’t quite believe it.
“Fuck, babe… you made me cum.” His grin split his face, with half disbelief, chuckling like a boy who’d just discovered the greatest trick in the world. “Fucking came untouched for you.”
“What the hell…” you murmured, tracing your fingers over the sticky remnants on his pants. The warmth of it clung to your skin, and without thinking, you rubbed your fingers together, bringing them to your mouth to taste it. Yep. His cum. Thick, salty, and entirely his. He’d cum in his pants like a teenager, completely undone, without a single touch, just watching you cum, and squirt for him. “Has… has that ever happened before?” you asked.
“Never.” He shook his head, pleased. “Guess we both found new things about ourselves tonight, huh?”
Harry’s grin softened into something dangerously satisfied. “Fucking hell, babe… Never thought I’d get this outta you. My woman… squirting for the first time, and it’s for me. Only me.”
He looked utterly fucking proud, his chest puffed, like a man who had finally claimed the ultimate prize he’d been chasing all his life. He owned this, owned you, and reveled in the mess he’d made you into, dripping and trembling beneath him, completely undone.
“Only you… only you could make me cum like that just by watching you. So fucking pretty cumming like that… couldn’t hold it. Not a chance. Even my cock knows you own me, babe. Every inch of me is yours.”
He knelt between your legs and held them open, staring at the wet mess on the sheets with awe and hunger.
You covered your face with both hands, spilling out muffled words. “I can’t believe you made me do that, what the fuck, Harry—”
He pried your hands away, pinning your wrists above your head. “Believe it. Christ almighty, babe. Never seen you make a mess like that in your life. Fucking beautiful.”
But he wasn’t done admiring you. Harry bent down between your thighs, pressing his mouth to your dripping folds, dragging his tongue up and along your messy. A groan rumbled in his chest as he licked and lapped at you like a man starved, tasting every drop of your warm juices, curling his tongue into every curve, every seam, savoring what was entirely his.
You yelped, arching your back as he closed his mouth over your swollen clit. “Harry, oh my God—it’s too much!”
“Too much?” He smirked against you, sucking hard enough to send another shockwave through your sensitive body. “Not fucking enough. You think I’m wasting all this sweet mess? Not a chance, babe. I’m licking up every last bit you give me.”
You writhed helplessly, the whimpers breaking from your throat as he darted and curled his tongue, pulling more shudders from you. The overstimulation had your vision spotting, but he wouldn’t let up until he’d sucked and swallowed his fill.
Finally, mercifully, he pulled away, and you saw how shiny with slick his lips were. “Never been prouder in my life. My girl, like a fucking waterfall for me.”
You tried to glare at him, but it came out weak. “You’re insane.”
“Maybe,” he chuckled, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth. “But I’m insane for you.”
Before you could answer, you felt his fingers at your ass, gently tugging on the string of beads still lodged inside you. Your whole body seized as your muscles clenched around them.
“Easy now,” he murmured, soothing you. “Nice and slow for me.”
He carefully pulled them out one by one. Each pop made you curl your toes, but Harry kissed the inside of your thigh to ground you with his warmth, until the last bead slid free.
“There we go.” He tossed them aside and leaned over you, smoothing his big hand over your stomach, then up to cup your jaw. “All empty now.”
You blinked up at him, glassy-eyed, your body limp as if every nerve had been wrung dry. Harry gathered you into his arms, pulling you into his chest as though you weighed nothing, pressing his lips against your hairline.
“That’s it, love,” he whispered, rocking you gently. “Come down nice and slow. Breathe with me. You’re safe, I got you.”
You pressed your cheek against the solid warmth of his chest. The edge of your overstimulation ebbed, replaced by a sated haze. You let yourself melt into him, too weak to do anything else.
He stroked your back, moving his hand up and down in slow passes. “You did so fucking good for me. Best I ever had. Made me so proud, you don’t even know.”
“Harry…” Your voice cracked, and you clutched at his shirt weakly.
“Shh,” he soothed, kissing the top of your head again. “I know. I know, love. I’m right here.”
He held you like that for what felt like forever, rocking you until your trembling eased, until your breathing wasn’t so ragged. When you finally sagged fully against him, he chuckled, rubbing your hip.
“Alright, messy girl,” he said softly, brushing his lips across your temple, “I’m gonna run us a bath. Get ourselves cleaned up. Can’t have you sleepin’ in this puddle you made.”
You groaned weakly, hiding your face against him. “And you can’t sleep with those pants on unless you wanna wake up glued to them.”
He grinned. And with that, Harry shifted, gathering you up in his arms like you were nothing but something precious and fragile, already striding toward the bathroom to take care of you, even after breaking you apart piece by piece.
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A/N: My first (and only) Harry fic for Kinktober🥲 I remember someone sent me an ask ages ago requesting a Tom fic where the reader squirts, and this felt like the perfect opportunity to finally write it!
I was a little unsure which sex toys to choose, sorry for leaving out so many other interesting options, but there’s only so much you can fit in one fic, lmao. The cumming untouched part was a last-minute addition, because HELL YEAHHHH. Hope you like it!
I gotta admit, this one was initially one of my least favorites, but I ended up liking it more than I expected. I’d love to hear what you think of it! Thank you, as always, for being here🩷
