**Woman
NSFW
Word count:3k
Warnings: Spanking, hair pulling, harsh language and adult content
A/N: Breaking news! Rin finally got done writing before 12 o’clock. Like and rb if you enjoyed
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The sound of your knuckles bumping against the wood of Harry’s door sounded throughout the empty hallway of the apartment building. It was late, almost 3AM, so you aren’t surprised when you were the only one treading the hallways.
It was another lonely night that ended in another late text to Harry asking if you could come over. Of course he said yes, informing you that Mitch would be out, and he’d be waiting.
This was only your third or fourth time hooking up and you still would find it awkward to text your best friend for a late night booty call and would always mask the question with small talk. Harry, however, never hesitated to say what he wants. There were multiple occasions where he would you texts, or should I say sexts, while you were in public or with family and you couldn’t help the subtle shade of pink that would arise on your cheeks when you read about what he wanted to do to you.
While at first the sex was a little awkward, as you still saw him as your best friend, after the second time it got a lot easier and you were glad you could continue your friendship with Harry without any discomfort.
The door flung open to reveal a shirtless Harry standing in the doorway, gray sweatpants riding low on his hips and a cheeky smile adorning his face.
“Fancy.” You joked, referring to his clothes. Harry scrunched his nose in response and leaned down to place a slow kiss to your lips, his hand coming up to lightly hold your jaw. You smiled into the kiss, tangling your fingers into his hair as you backed him into his apartment, shutting the door behind you with your foot.
Harry’s lips moved from your lips to the corner of your mouth, making their way down your jawline and peppering kisses down your neck.
“Been awhile.”
“Hm, I know. S’why I texted, I missed you.” You say, wrapping your arms around his neck and staring up at him.
“You aren’t going soft on me, are you, angel?”
“Oh, never,” You say in a faux serious tone, tilting your head “just wanted to see you before you left for tour s’all.” Harry nodded, mumbling a quiet “oh” as he stared down at you.
“Well,” Harry says, moving a piece of hair behind your ear “i’ve got a going away present for you.” He continued, grabbing your hand and leading you to the couch. He reached beside the couch and pulled out a large box wrapped in matte red wrapping paper, with a red satin bow tied around it. You hesitated before he motioned for you to take it from his hands, to which you kindly obliged and untied the bow.
When you unwrapped it you were left with a velvet black box. You lifted the box to your ear, noting the weight as you shook it to guess what was inside, hearing something heavy roll around as you did so.
“Open it.” He encouraged, putting a gentle hand on your knee. You glanced over at him before removing the top to reveal a pink, girthy, at least seven-inches long, dildo. The sight made your cheeks flush, your face suddenly becoming very warm as you awkwardly gulped.
“Jus’ in case you were thinking about going out and finding someone else to fuck you while I’m on tour.”
“You’re the one who doesn’t want to make it official, which means I’m allowed to do whatever I want with whoever I want. If you have such a big problem with it, maybe you should ask me out.”
“I know, love, m’selfish, I told you. Nobody else gets to have you like I do, but honestly, with the way you’re looking tonigh’ you’ve got me wondering how bad it would be to just… let myself fall head over heels for you.” You blushed as the words left Harry’s mouth, he always knew the right thing to say.
Your eyes trailed back down to the gift, your hands softly running over the surface of the box until it met the plastic of the dildo. You wrapped your fingers around it, pulling it out of the box it was encased in and standing it up, holding it in place at the tip with your hand.
“Why don’t you give it a go while I’m here, eh?” Harry pipes up after a few seconds of you staring at the dildo in silence. “I’m not sure— Uhm, I don’t know if I can.”
“Wha’ do you mean? Of course you can, don’t be ridiculous.” Harry says, rubbing your thigh slowly as he watched you nervously look from him to the dildo.
“I can’t right now, though. I’m not...” You say, trailing off as if the word “wet” could make this situation any dirtier than it already was. Harry nodded and licked his lips, moving you onto his lap so you’re facing him and setting the dildo next to you.
“Then we’ll put tha’ to the side for now. How about you tell me what you’d like me to do to you, hm?”
“I-i don’t know.”
“Cmon, when I’m away on tour you’re gonna have to use that dirty little mind of yours to come up with something to get yourself off. Have you ever masturbated to the thought of me before, angel?” You nodded “What did you think about?”
The blush on your cheeks must’ve gone from subtle pink to firetruck red. Usually you weren’t so nervous around Harry, and you’d like to think that in other circumstances you would be driving him crazy by now, but these weren’t other circumstances. He’d somehow made you embarrassed, nervous and quiet, all without trying in the slightest.
“Wha’? Are you embarrassed to tell me, love? S’alright, won’ judge, jus’ wanna hear wha’ you get up to in that pretty little mind of yours.” Your eyes nervously met his, picking at the skin on your lip an obvious nervous tick as Harry gave you an encouraging nod.
“I think… of you touching me and kissing me and-” You paused, your mind reeling over all your dirtiest fantasies, too embarrassed to tell him the truth. Harry used his thumb and index finger to lightly grab your chin, tilting it down so you were making direct eye contact.
“If you lie to me one more time, you aren’t cumming tonigh’. So, tell me again, wha’ do you think about when you touch yourself?”
“I think of you pinning me down and fucking me, or holding down my hips while you eat me out so you have full control. I think of you bending me over your legs and spanking me til’ my ass is red and shoving your dick down my throat, but usually I fantasize about you fucking me in the living room and Mitch walking in on us.” You admit sheepishly, taking a small breath and trying not to smile at his reaction. You could feel Harry’s growing bulge pressing lightly into your thigh as you avoided eye contact.
“Dirty little whore, aren’t you? Wanna eat m’dick hm? Get spanked and pinned and fucked, totally dominated, like a good little slut, and as if that wasn’t nasty enough you wan’ Mitch to walk in us, so he can see how good you can be for me. Such a good little slut, and you want everyone to know about it don’t you?” You nodded in response, too much pressure in your chest to respond as Harry shoved his hand into your underwear, sticking a few fingers inside your warm, soaking core before pulling them out massaging the wetness between his fingers. He then tapped your thigh, signaling for you stand up on your knees and pulled your pants and underwear down your thighs. He carelessly discards them to the side, positioning the dildo under you and between his legs.
“Go ahead, sink down on it for me.” He says, holding you by the hips as you slowly sunk yourself onto it, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you did. The dildo reminded you so much of Harry, stretching you in the most delicious way as it reached far into you.
This wasn’t your first time using a sex toy, you had a vibrator at home, but you never used a dildo before now. It was a little more work, seeing as there obviously wasn’t anyone to buck up into you, but it definitely did the trick.
You reached down to play with your clit, knowing that Harry’s eyes are on you while he stroked his hard dick at the sight only turned you on more, if that was even possible. A groan tumbled past your lips as you sunk all the way onto it for the first time, grinding your hips slowly against it. You looked stunning as ever, in Harry’s opinion, eyes shut softly with your mouth hanging open in a perfect ‘O’ shape as you got used to the feeling.
You started slowly, finding a pattern you liked before speeding up, the dildo now soaked in your juices sliding effortlessly in and out of you. Harry left it all up to you, despite the fact that he was underneath enjoying the view as you fucked yourself with the phallic instrument. He watched as you bounced up on and down, riding it like you would him, throwing your head back in pleasure and desperately digging your nails into his arm as you did so.
You sped up once again, the feeling of it sliding in and out of you becoming more and more delicious by the second, the pressure in your stomach building rapidly every time you’d take all of it. Your hand left your clit to balance yourself on Harry’s shoulder, your other hand reaching underneath and wrapping around the dildo, using your hand to fuck yourself with it when your legs became too tired.
The air you breathed felt like it was building in your chest as you got closer and closer to the edge, your toes curled and you threw your head back as you came around the dildo. Harry was quick to comfort you as you came down from your high, pulling you close and rubbing your back soothingly as he left short kisses on your cheek.
Your heart beat is quick in your chest and your breaths are heavy and deep as you came down, your eyes slowly fluttering open to see Harry smirking down at you.
“Did so good fo’ me, petal. Would you like to keep going?” He asked, you paused for a second before giving him a slow nod, sitting up straight in his lap and standing on your knees so he could remove the dildo from underneath you. Harry placed a soft peck to your lips, checking if you were sure before continuing.
“Quick question, angel, did I say you could cum?” He raised his eyebrow at you “Because, I don’t remember saying you could, but I know tha’ you know the rules so it must’ve just slipped my mind, yeah?”
You stared up at him through your eyelashes, shaking your head as you nervously bit your lip. You’d been so caught up in the moment you completely forgot to ask, and you knew what was in store for you when you broke one of Harry’s rules; An ass so red you wouldn’t be able to stand for a week, and that’s if you were lucky.
“No?” You confirmed his question with another shake of your head, although you knew it was rhetorical “That’s naughty of you.”
“I didn’t mean to be naughty, I forgot.” Harry shrugged at your response, motioning for you to lay out across his lap. You obliged, burying your face into the couch while you waited.
“Ah, ah ah, you’ll be cleaning daddy’s gift while you get your punishment. You’ll be getting fifteen, and I don’t want to hear any whining.” Harry said, placing the pink dildo in front of you and watching as you took the tip into your warm mouth. Your tongue is coated in your own juices when you felt a harsh smack! come down on your ass. You jumped at the sudden pain, the sting of your ass working with the erotic situation to make you even wetter.
Seeing as there is an artificial dick in your mouth, you can’t exactly count, so, as much as Harry loved hearing you choke out the number of times his hand had come down on your ass, sure to leave a mark by the end of the night, he let it slide.
By the time he counted fifteen he wasn’t sure whether the tears streaming down your face were from the spankings or from gagging on the huge dick placed in front of you. Harry reached over to swipe a few stray tears away before giving another harsh smack to your already stinging ass.
“You already did fifteen.” You say, pulling off the dildo and wiping the spit from your mouth as you turned to look at Harry.
“I forgot.” He said, mocking your answer with a raised eyebrow before flipping you back so your face was once again buried in the couch, leaving you to lift your head and continue cleaning the dildo with your tongue. Three consecutive smacks came down on your ass before Harry pulled you to sit up by your hair. He kisses you roughly before laying you down on the couch, your aching red ass making contact with the suede.
You let your tired body sink into the sofa, although your ass was stinging at the feeling. Harry was quick to crawl on top of you, sliding his pants down his thighs and discarding them on the coffee table as he bit and sucked at your neck. The feeling of his warm breath fanning out against your neck sent a shiver down your spine, Harry’s lips coming up to connect with yours in a rough, but slow kiss.
“Want you to feel every inch of me, petal.” He said, lining himself up with your entrance before slowly pushing his tip in. A deep, muffled groan tumbled past his lips and into your ear as he continued to push the rest of himself into your slowly, stretching your already sensitive pussy.
The feeling of him completely inside you was 10x better than the dildo, filling you up just right as he buried his face into your neck. He started slowly, taking a little more out each time, holding you close and taking his time. You could feel everything as he slowly pushed himself in and out, finger tangling themselves into your hair while his lips worked at your neck.
It wasn’t until you began pushing your hips back into his that he sped up, eager to make you come again and again. He reached behind himself to grab your legs and put them on his shoulders, fucking you faster and deeper than before. You knew you wouldn’t last long the second his hand came down to play with your clit, working you up more and more with each thrust.
You could barely catch a breath as your legs shook and your eyes squeezed shut. The pressure he’s applying to your clit quickly becoming all too much as moans continuously and involuntarily rolled past your tongue.
“Don’t cum, and that’s a demand.” Harry said, the way you’re shaking beneath him an obvious tell that you’re close, nipping at your earlobe so you knew he was serious. His hips sped up, the sound of skin slapping against skin sounding throughout the living room as he fucked into you with all he had.
You continued to hold off your orgasm, one punishment being more than enough for the night. Harry pulled at your hair as he got closer, his thrusts becoming uneven and sloppy as he approached his high.
“Cum with me.” He groaned into your ear, shooting hot ropes of cum deep inside you as your walls fluttered and you came around him. Your orgasm racked through your body, a squeal involuntarily coming out as waves of pleasure washed over you, Harry still grinding himself into you as you rode out your orgasms together.
“Can I clean you up?” You asked when he pulled out, his dick soaked in a mixture of your juices and his cum looking too good to pass up.
“Of course, princess.” He said, his eyes refusing to lean you as you sunk down to your knees on the floor in front of him on the couch, running your tongue up the length of his cock and swirling it around the tip before deep-throating him. Harry let out a deep groan at the feeling of your tongue swirling around his dick, his eyes rolling into the back of his head when you sucked at the tip.
“That’s enough, love, you’re gonna make me hard if you keep going like that” He said, but you ignored him, continuing to suck at the tip, running your tongue along the divot as you lightly stroked him. It didn’t take Harry long to pull you off his dick, glaring down at you with a raised brow.
“Petal, have you disobeyed me twice?”
“Like I said, you don’t control me.”
“Then fucking go out with me.” The question shocked you, mostly because you weren’t sure of the authenticity of it, but also because of how out of place it was. You hadn’t even meant it like that, but now that the situation had arose you weren’t sure what to say.
“Uhm,” you let out a small laugh “sure.”