Dirty Boy
harry styles is your new intern and he just canât get anything right.
3k words
warnings: smut, submissive harry, dominant reader, degrading, pet names (baby, darling, good boy, maâam etc), humiliation kink, oral sex (f receiving), pain kink, slapping, tied up
authors note: HAPPY HOLIDAYS! iâm making my return to tumblr with this one shot i wrote a bit ago :) let me know if you want more of them! enjoy <3 leave a comment on what you think!
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i'm fed up.
being the boss to a bunch of fucking lunatics will do that to you.
getting a call from the supervisors telling me that yet again another one of my interns has sent the wrong report out ,was my last fucking straw.
being a women holding such a high position at a job that was occupied with majority men, was so fucking aggravating. i have to demand respect.
but boy was i gonna get it.
i've called all of my imbecile interns into my office skipping my lunch just to yell at a bunch of idiots.
this has been a continuous problem for the past week now and i can't keep fixing their mistakes, they'll never learn that way.
but today they will.
i'm mellowed out of my thoughts when i turn around to see all five of them filing into my office.
as soon as the door clicks shut i blow my top.
"would anyone like to explain why i've gotten the third email this week, about how one of my interns can't seem to send the right report?" i seeth.
i scan all of their faces with a scowl, the silence deafening, before a voice softly confesses.Â
"m-ma'am that would be me" a voice squeaks out.
i flit my eyes over to where the voice came from to see a man who's... pretty, very pretty. his jawline is so sharp i could cut the apple that's perched on the side of my desk with it. his black slacks and white dress shirt with a black tie loose around his neck doing very little to hide the prominent muscles he's got underneath. his sleeves rolled up to show the ink tattooed on his skin that i want to trace with my finger tips. i rake my eyes up to his hair that sits beautifully on his head as if the stress of the day caused it to turn shaggy, a few curls covering his emerald green eyes with glasses perched on his nose.
he's quite literally the walking reincarnation of sex.
"the rest of you get out," i speak a little to calmly for how much anger i have for the man standing before me "me and this intern here have got to figure out his punishment."
the rest quickly file out at my words ,eager to get out of my presence.
"harry."
"what?" i utter confusedly.
"well, um, you said intern, my name, it's harry."
i chuckle but the smile doesn't reach my eyes because i'm fuming.
"i don't care what your name is, harry" my words make his eyes avert to the ground "what i care about is why i keep getting calls from my supervisor telling me you've messed up my reports yet again"
"i-"
"no you know what," i cut him off to stop him while he's ahead "lock the door."
"wha-"
"lock the door harry"
i watch as he scampers over to my office door and locks it, as i make my way around my desk walking over to where he's stood by the door.
he goes turns around, but let's out a gasp when i push him against the door by his chest, pulling our bodies flush together.
"harry you've been a very bad boy, wouldn't you agree"
he nods, words stuck in the back of his throat.
"use your words harry" i demanded.
"y-yes ma'am, i've been a very bad boy" he pants.
him submitting so easily makes me believe he's wanted this for a long time.
dirty boy.
"and what do bad boys get?" i asked.
"punished." he answers way to easily.
"mhm" i breath out connecting my lips to his jaw, there not being much of a height difference between me and harry because of how tall i am. still, he beats me by a few puny inches.
"oh- fuck, oh my god" he moans into the air, almost startled by the sudden pleasure.
i disconnect my lips from his jaw to ask him a simple yes or no question, knowing he's to pent up.
"do you want me to keep going, baby?" i whisper into his ear seeing the goosebumps arise in my wake.
but when i drop one of my hands from his chest and trail it down his body until i reach the jutting bulge that's straining against his slacks so badly that i'm surprised it hasn't ripped past them, i know i've got my answer.
instead of responding he brings his hips forward, rutting into my hand to release some tension.
"nu uh" i tutt, bringing my free hand down to keep his hips in place.
"ma'am, please keep going, i need you to touch me" he pleads, with his eyes pinched shut in pleasure and pain.
"you don't get to just say please once and i give you what you want." i seethe.
i take my hand off his bulge ,emitting a whine from him that he tries to suppress but fails, curling my finger through is belt loop and pulling him over to the black leather couch that sits to the left of my desk.
i lay him across the couch with his head sitting by the arm rest of the couch and his knees are bent to accommodate for how much smaller it is compared to him.
i hover over him noticing his chest rising and falling and how he's got his hands digging into the leather of the couch in anticipation.
"here's how this is gonna go," i bellowed "i'm going to ride your face, you're going to make me cum, and if i'm feeling generous, i'll help you out with your not so little problem," i bring my hand down to his bulge watching his stomach tremble, "how does that sound, harry"
"that sounds- fuck- good," he pants.
i bring my hand off of his front and slide my skirt and top off leaving my panties for last, quickly sliding them off slightly embarrassed of how eager i am to ride his pretty face.
i immediately swing my leg up so that my knee rest near his head and do the same with my other leg.
"fucking hell you're dripping all down your thighs," his voice is low and sultry as he brings his hands up and rubs soothing circles around the tops of my thighs.
"take your pants and boxers off" i order trying to ignore just how turned on i am.
he takes his hands off my thighs as i watch them disappear, hearing him shuffle and squirm under me trying to get his pants and boxers off.
"they're off" he speaks lowly bring his hands back to their original placement, on my thighs.
i align my core up with his face before i speak again.
"apologize harry."
he immediately lifts his head to run his tongue up my slit completely ignoring the place i need him most.
i quickly grip his hair, pulling his face out of my heat.
"after the shit you've pulled all week, for your own good don't be a fucking tease."
"yes ma'am" he complies making me loosen my grip on his hair so he can continue.
i didn't expect him to dive right back in but gasp when he brings his tongue circling it around my clit.
"fuck" i groan.
he pulls me closer into his face, his nose hitting my clit which makes me whine quietly into the air. he continues swiveling his tongue through my slit in all the right places making me slap my hand over my mouth to stifle my moans.
i'm surprised that i don't come on the spot when buried his face impossibly closer and shakes his head into my pussy.
i bite down on my bottom lip to suppress my moan as he works me closer to my release.
i'm caught off guard when i hear movement behind us and his hips rising ever so often.
that's when i notice one of his hands has been removed from my thigh so i look over my shoulder only to see him with his hand wrapped around his length ass he rutts slowly against his fist.
i whip my head back around to him and try to ignore the pleasure he's granting me to focus on the task at hand.
"what the fuck do you think you're doing harry?" i rise off of his face causing a string of whines to leave his lips.
he immediately goes red in the face at being caught, quickly bringing his hand back up and placing it back on my thigh.
"sorry, please c'mere lemme make you cum" he pants.
he makes it so hard to be mad at him.
"this is strike one harry, get to strike three and i'm not letting you cum" i order.
"yes ma'am" he complies quickly.
i lower my core to his face again and this time i'm so desperate to reach my orgasm. and it seems harry is desperate to help me get there because he immediately dives in, dipping his tongue into my pussy making me immediately clench around it as close i am.
his hand leaves my thigh again so i go to scold him but am quickly cut off when i feel two fingers start pumping quickly inside of me, only taking a few thrust before he finds my spot and it becomes to much when he continues working on my clit with his tongue, making me look up at the ceiling to stop pleasurable tears from falling out my eyes.
all it takes is the vibrations from him moaning into my core to push me over the edge.
"fuck, i'm go- i'm-"
"i know baby it's okay" he speaks softly only disconnecting his face from my center for a split second.
"shit-, oh god please don't stop" i nearly scream as his fingers don't stop working me through my release.
i don't think it can get any better until he presses his nails into my thighs, breaking the skin, leaving crescent sized marks in his wake.
"holy fuck" i slump down on top of him, laying my head on the arm rest leaving my tits to basically hang above his mouth.
"mm" i hum when i feel his hands running up and down my sides to sooth me.
once i feel okay to move, i lift my head up to see harry lying there with a content smile on his face, curls even messier then they were before, and my arousal dripping from his chin.
i move back to straddle his waist but quickly remember his problem when i come into contact with his dick sitting pretty on his navel.
"oh god" he hisses when he finally receives a bit of relief when my still dripping core slides over his sensitive tip.
"you wanna come, darling" i coo softly knowing he's very sensitive right now.
"yes please, it hurts, please just touch me i cant-"
i cut off his frantic rambling with a tender kiss which he returns hesitantly.
"i think you've been a good boy so i'll let you cum, but i have 2 conditions" i order.
he nods, signaling for me to keep going.
"you don't come until i say so, and i get to tie you up." i assert.
"b-but-"
"do you wanna come?" i question.
"yes ma'am" he breathes out.
"then you'll do as i say"
i suppress a chuckle when he nods eagerly.
i know i've already asked but i can't take this to the next level without asking the question again.
"do you want this, baby?" i say softly bringing my hands to rest on both sides of his neck, my thumbs drawing soothing circles.
"so bad." he pants.
i sit us up to where harry sitting up right and my legs are on either side of him, his dick between us both.
i unbutton his shirt quickly, taking his tie off and laying it to the side. i throw his shirt over my shoulder letting it join the pile of clothes we've ripped away from our bodies. i grab onto the tie and bring his wrist together behind his back and tying it around his wrist not to tight but also to where he can't get out.
i don't give him time to process anything before i lift my hips to grab hold of his dick, not wasting anytime to slide all the way down his length until he bottoms out.
we both groan into each other's mouths from how pent up we are but i quickly cover the sound by pressing a swift kiss to his mouth.
"please move," he squeaks from bellow me after a minute and i can't even suppress my chuckle this time when i look down and he's squirming to get some sort of relief.Â
i glide back and forth, doing figure 8's on his dick while my clit hits his stomach making me moan out in the room.
i find a rhythm, slowly rolling my hips back and forth until harry can't take it anymore.
"i cant-," he pants "please, f-faster."
i decide to put harry out of his misery, slowly rising all the way off him to where the only thing in me is his tip, clenching around and seeing his face contort in pleasure.
"if you don't fuck me right n-"
he's cut off when i slap him across the face not to hard but enough for it to tinge red.
"i wouldn't finish that sentence if you know what's good for you." i seethe.
"m'sorry" he cries out still on the brink from me not letting up with clenching around his tip.
i catch him off guard when i start moving rapidly up and down, mesmerized by his sex face.
seeing harry face while being overwhelmed with pleasure could make me cum alone.
the only sounds in the room are the sounds of our skin slapping together, my moans i can't seem to stifle and harry's pleasurable cries.
i know harry won't last long and is only holding off for me so trail my hand down my body rubbing slow and teasing circles on my clit to speed things up.
"god harry," i moan tiredly, resting my head on his shoulder but not stopping the brisk thrusting my hips are doing below me.
"please untie me" he offers quietly.
"harry what did i sa-"
"you're getting tired, lemme help" he cuts me off.
i lift my head to decline the offer again but find it hard once i see his pleading big doe-eyes.
"i can't cum like this, i need to touch you" he begs.
i stop the roll of my hips to reach around his back, untying his wrist giving in finally.
i'm caught off guard when harry lifts me of his cock to where i'm sitting on my knees, we're chest to chest as he gives me no time to process anything before he starts thrusting upward into me while one hand rest on my back and the other circles my clit.
"oh god i cant" i moan, just now realizing tears are streaming down my face in pure ecstasy.
"are you gonna cum all over my cock?" harry questions through a grunt.
"mhm i'm gonna cum so fucking hard" i moan, laying my head on his shoulder, letting him do all the work.
one harsh thrust causes me to release, experiencing the best fucking orgasm i've ever had.
i rake my finger nails down his back for leverage, loving the sound he releases at that.
pain kink? i'll remember that for next time.
wait what? next time. oh god.
i'm brought back to reality when the oversensitivity
becomes way too much and i bite down on his shoulder to suppress a scream.
"ma'am can- fuck fuck fuck" at harry's words i take my head off his shoulder and come to the realization that he hasn't came yet.
"use your words harry." i say wanting to hear those pleading words come out his mouth.
his hips begin stuttering and i can feel his cock twitching inside of me.
"i-" he's cut off by a groan and i chuckle slightly as his body betrays him.
"can i- can i, fuck, come" he pants and when i don't respond immediately he begins to ramble, "i'm really fucking close, please just let me, i've been such a good bo-"
"let go, baby" i coo, knowing how vulnerable he's being right now.
he doesn't waste anytime because as soon as i give him the 'ok' he lets go.
"oh my fucki-, i'm coming, i'm gonna co-" his loud whines are cut off by him stilling inside of me.
i soothe him by peppering pecks all across his chest while he writhes underneath me so i pull back out of his neck to see his pretty face.
tears are rolling down his face, sweat is lining his forehead and light pink, tinged on his cheeks, lips parted.
we just lay there for what could be 5 minutes or an hour letting us just enjoy each other's company.
"are you okay?" he asks softly and if i hadn't of been right next to his mouth, i wouldn't have heard him.
i hum not having the energy to respond at the moment.
his soothing hands that run up and down my sides ever so often could've put me to sleep.
maybe working with a bunch of twats wasn't so bad after all.
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