tied down (one-shot)
summary: harry's been too busy at work, so you decide to get his attention the only way you know how.
pairing: harry castillo x fem!reader content warning(s): EXPLICIT CONTENT (18+ MDNI), established relationship, unprotected p in v, bondage (harry gets tied up), rough sex, seated cowgirl, oral (m!receiving), missionary, dirty talk, edging, creampie (oops!), no physical description of reader, no use of y/n. word count: 1.5k a/n: hi there - still very much obsessed with harry and i hadn't written any explicit smut for him so i figured, why not now? this isn't proofread, just had a sudden urge to write for him! love the idea of harry being at someone's mercy bc let's be honest... he totally would give up the reigns for someone else to be in charge ;) hope y'all enjoy! <3
Harry had been busy with work for the last few weeks and it had been the number one reason for the multiple arguments that occurred between the both of you. It wasn’t even that you felt neglected or dismissed in the relationship. No, it was the fact that Harry was working so much that he didn’t even have enough time to eat or sleep. He was burning himself out and you had a front row seat to it. He would tell you not to worry, that he had things under control, that he was used to this, but it was different now.
It might have been easier before, but he had you now. Your relationship couldn’t take a backseat whenever he was busy with work—he knew that, and yet, he was still making work his number one priority.
You walked into his office—two of his expensive ties in hand—and shut his laptop. He looked up at you with wide eyes and his mouth parted in surprise. It wasn’t the fact that you had interrupted his work that shocked him, it was the lack of clothing you were wearing. You were completely bare and naked before him and before he could even speak, you motioned for him to remove his own clothes.
Harry nodded instantly—it probably had been the fastest he disrobed. He reached out for you, yearning to touch you, but you just shook your head and gently pushed against his broad chest so that he was sitting back in his chair. He glanced down at himself, feeling the blood rush immediately down between his legs.
“Baby,” he whispered. He gasped quietly when you dropped to your knees between his legs. Harry was about to say something clever, something witty about the position you were now in, but instead, you had taken the words right out of his mouth when he felt your hands take his own. “W—What are you—”
“Shh,” you interrupted. You grabbed one tie and wrapped it around one of his wrists, tying it tightly to the side of his chair before you did the same to the other one. Now, he was bound and tied down to the chair that he spent most of this time in. “Can you move? Does it hurt?”
“No and no,” he answered, licking his lower lip in anticipation.
You nodded and then stood back up, draping one of your legs over his until you’re hovering over his lap. You rolled your hips and felt the tip of his leaking manhood catch against your hole, brushing against your clit. For a brief moment, you felt your resolve slowly disappear until he tried to lift his hips. “You’ve been so busy lately,” you said quietly, hands moving to his shoulders. “This was the only way to get your attention, it seems like.”
Harry tilted his head back against his chair when he felt your lips brush against his jawline and down to the side of his neck. He tried to tug on the ties you bound his wrists with, but it was tight enough that he couldn’t go anywhere. He was literally at your mercy and the anticipation bubbled in the pit of his stomach. “I—I’m sorry, baby. You know it’s the busy season and—oh fuck,” he groaned, feeling you slowly slide down his length. Your tightness, warm and so fucking wet, encompassed his throbbing length immediately.
You whimpered quietly as your nails dug into his shoulders. Just as soon as you slid down onto him, you began to lift your hips—you could feel every throbbing inch of him glide along your walls. “You’re always sorry,” you whispered, leaning forward until your forehead rested against his. Your breaths came in shallow pants and Harry tried to pull his hands free, but the fabric of his ties just dug further into his wrists.
“God, you feel so good baby,” he groaned, your breath fanning against his lips. “Untie me, please…”
“No.” you answered, now sliding off of him completely. Both of you groaned and before you could give in and slide back down onto him, you turned around in his lap. Reaching down, you held onto the base of his length and lowered your hips until his tip slid into you. His legs were parted for you and just as you were about to lift yourself off of him again, Harry grounded his feet into the carpet and thrusted upwards until he filled you to the hilt. Your hands immediately moved to his knees as Harry impatiently drove his hips up into you—the sound of his balls slapping against you echoing throughout his entire office.
“Fuck,” Harry groaned. He looked down and watched the way your ass jiggled with each upward thrust and it only urged him on. “Oh, you’re gonna come, aren’t you? Fuck, baby, come for me.”
You shook your head and then lifted yourself off of him. Immediately, he let out a loud groan and looked up at you. Slowly, you turned around and almost gave in when you saw his deep brown eyes stare at you—pleading quietly.
“Baby,” he sighed.
You licked your lower lip and then dropped back to your knees. Leaning forward, you wrapped your hand around the base of his slickened member and tightened your grip just enough to hear him let out a moan. You stared into his eyes as you parted your lips to let the tip of his manhood slide into your warm mouth. You kept a tight hold on the base of his length, stroking him slowly, as your tongue moved along his tip.
“Oh fuck,” Harry whimpered, lifting his hips impatiently off of the chair. You leaned forward, taking more of his length into your mouth as you bobbed your head in time with your strokes. Harry could feel the tightness begin to build in the pit of his stomach and just as he was about to tell you that he was close, that he needed you, you pulled away and stood back up.
“You’re gonna get it if you keep this up,” he threatened, eyes narrowed in your direction.
You grinned and sat back on his lap, grabbing a hold of him as you eased yourself back onto him. “I’m counting on it. In the meantime, how about you just sit there and let me take what I need, hm?”
“I have been,” he growled. “Stop teasing me and just—”
“Who knew you were so impatient?” you interrupted, arms loosely wrapping around his shoulders as you slowly rolled your hips. He always felt so large like this, seated and throbbing deeply inside of you.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” Harry moaned. He tugged on the fabric of the ties—the muscles in his arms and chest flexing as he tried to break through.
“Mmmm, you rip that fabric and you’re gonna have to buy a new set of ties,” you whimpered. “And I hear they’re expensive and—”
“Don’t give a shit,” he groaned, tugging on the fabric again until he ripped through it. Harry let out a breath of relief before his hands gripped your hips tightly. You were about to stand up and move away from him, but he just shook his head. “Nuh uh, baby,” he said quietly.
You wrapped your legs around his waist and he stood up, setting you onto his desk once his free arm shoved all of the things to the floor. When your back hit the table, Harry grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head as he moved his hips into you. “Wanted to punish me,” he groaned. “To tease me…”
“H—Harry!” you exclaimed as you felt his length drive in and out of you. The sound of your moans mixed in with the sound of his skin slapping against yours. You weren’t sure if he was being this rough with you because he wanted payback or if he was chasing his own release.
“If me being busy gets this kind of reaction,” Harry smirked, his grip tightening around your wrists. He leaned down and brushed his lips against your own, grunting against you. “Then I might just be busy more often.”
“Don’t you dare—oh god!” Suddenly, you felt your walls tighten around him as you arched your back off his table. Harry smiled and moved to bury his face against the crook of your neck as he released his grip around your wrists to hold onto your hips.
Harry continued to thrust into you, riding out your climax as he felt the buildup begin to shatter. His thrusts increasingly became erratic until after a few more thrusts, he released his warmth into you. The grip around your hips tightened as he gently bit down on the side of your neck, his own body shuddering against your own. Harry lazily delivered a few more thrusts before he pulled out of you, moving one hand from your hip to rest on the table near your head.
“I love you,” he whispered breathlessly. “No more work for the next few days.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Harry smiled. “Because now I want to tie you up.”
