[You’re home alone while Harry’s away on business... what happens now that he’s back?] 2.8k words... smut/sub!harry
Once it really sinks in that Harry’s home and he’s standing right in front of you, you can’t leap out of the bath fast enough. It’s probably not your safest move considering you’re dripping wet and naked, but in that moment all you can do is wrap both arms around him and tuck your face into the crook of his neck. You can feel the soft puffs of air from his laughter as we wraps his own arms around you and pulls you in even closer.
“Hi, sweetheart. I take it you missed me, huh,” and you can tell just by the lilt in his voice that he’s talking about more than just the fact you’ve attacked him in an embrace.
You huff out a breath before pulling your head back just enough to look up at his face and ask him, “So, how long have you been home exactly?”
He tries acting nonchalant, but the way his lips turn up at the corners gives him away. “Oh, not too long. But once I heard you begging to get fucked please,” he draws out the word, “I just had to come investigate what was going on. And then when I saw how beautiful you looked getting yourself off and how loudly you were moaning my name, I figured it’d just be rude of me to interrupt, y’know.”
“Oh, so you were just trying not to be rude were you?”
“Yeah, wouldn’t you do the same thing?” he raises his eyebrows at you with a wicked grin now.
“Well,” you draw a hand down his now damp shirt until your fingertips just hook around the waistband of his trousers. “If it were me, I think the more… polite thing to do would’ve been to lend a helping hand don’t you think?” You look up at him now and can see that not only does he have his bottom lip drawn in by his teeth, but his eyes have wandered down to your still naked and dripping body. They linger first at the swell of your breasts, arguable one of his favorite parts of your body if the amount of attention he tends to give them is any indication, before traveling lower until they settle at the place you know is his favorite, the warmth right between your legs.
You purse your lips to hide the smile fighting its way to your mouth and let him look his fill. Only when he’s able to choke out a “Y-yeah, um, I guess so,” do you step back and make your way around him to walk into the bedroom behind him.
You’ve already got a pair of panties on and are halfway through getting one of Harry’s t-shirts over your frame when you hear him make his way into the bedroom as well. It seems that now that you’re no longer naked, he’s both started getting his wits about him again but also seems a bit confused as to why you’re no longer naked.
“I- didn’t you want me to um, lend a helping hand?” he says with a quirk of a brow and aptly, an outstretched hand.
“I said that would’ve been the polite thing to do when I was begging to get fucked.” He hums and you continue on. “But you weren’t polite now were you baby?”
You settle on the edge of the bed as you pull his shirt fully down to your waist and you can see the pout finding its way on Harry’s lips. But before he can open his mouth to argue, you say firmly this time, “You weren’t a polite boy, were you Harry?” At that, his lips turn down at the corners and his head dips down as he shakes it softly side to side. “Use your words Harry, that’s what polite boys do don’t they?” He starts to nod and you repeat, “Don’t they?”
Finally, he opens his mouth and quietly says, “Yes they do.”
“And are you a polite boy?”
“Were you being polite earlier when I was in the bath?”
“No, I wasn’t.” And before you can open your mouth to question him further, he lifts his head and eagerly says, “But I can be. I can show you.”
You hum, “What are you going to show me Harry?”
“I’ll show you just how polite I can be. I’m your polite boy. All yours. Use me.” At that pronouncement, you have to take a couple breaths to collect yourself, continue on the way you are instead of just letting him have you any whatever way he wants to right now, forget the politeness. But then you gather yourself, you remember how much he likes this, likes being used and being called a polite boy. How much you enjoy it.
You stand up and nod your head at Harry, directing him towards you as you tell him to “Come over here.”
He doesn’t have to be asked twice before he’s practically stumbling the short distance over to you and standing in front of you. You walk around him so that you’re facing his back, he’s being the polite boy you know he is as he hasn’t turned around despite the fact you could hear the low whine at the back of his throat now that he can no longer see you.
“Now why don’t you start off showing me how good you can be by following directions and taking off your clothes.” You can see his frame move with the deep breath he takes before both his hands move to the base of the front of his shirt, and slowly as if he knows what you’re really asking for is a show, he lifts the thin material up and over his head before letting it fall to the floor next to him.
You’re already beginning to get worked up at just how much power you have over him right now, and getting to see the strong muscles in his back shift as his arms floated down and towards the belt around his trousers has you slicking up your underwear. The sound of the metal buckle as Harry’s hands deftly work over it is resounding in the otherwise quiet bedroom. It thuds to the floor with Harry’s discarded shirt soon after.
The tense line of Harry’s back begins moving faster as his breaths quicken along with his hands. It’s that that spurs you to step closer to him, letting your breath ghost over his shoulder as you tut, “Uh-uh-uh, slowly Harry. You know polite boys don’t rush and you’re trying to show me just how good you can be right?”
He breathes out a shaky, “Yes,” before he slowly unbuttons his trousers, unzips them, and then lets them fall to the ground easily now that there’s no belt to hold the loose fabric up. He toys with the waistband of his briefs, seemingly unsure now whether he’s supposed to strip completely naked or not. After a few seconds he finds his voice and asks, “these too?” He wants permission. And although he should know the answer to his question already, you can’t fault him for that so you just reply, “Yeah, those too.” With a jerk of his hands, his briefs too fall down his legs and he’s left standing there, bare to you as you take a step back to take him in.
You let yourself indulge in just how beautiful your husband is, how all of this, all of him is yours, just as all of you is his.
Finally, you tell Harry to get on the bed, “lay on your back for me.” It’s then as he turns over to do as you said, that you can see just how hard Harry already is. You haven’t even touched him since you were both in the bathroom but his cock is already thick and hard against his stomach. And it’s tempting, oh boy is it really really tempting to just fuck him right now. But that’s not what he wants; he wants you to use him. He wants to prove that’s he’s a polite boy and you’ll give him what he wants while taking all the pleasure you want using his body.
You walk towards the bed and climb on, one leg over Harry’s body so that you’re straddling him. You see his hands twitching at his sides with his desire to touch you, to grab onto your hips like he usually would, but he’s restraining himself; he’s being a good boy. He’s staring up at you as you bed your body so you can place a gentle kiss to his cheek before dipping lower to whisper in hi ear, “good boy, you remembered, no touching until I tell you to.” As you lift your head, you can see that he bites at his lip, but jerks his head in a nod all the same.
You drag both your hands up his torso, gliding over all the ridges, drawing your fingertips along the outlines of his tattoos, until both your palms make their way up until they’re laying flat over both the swallows on his chest. You shift so that you’re hovering over his left thigh; it isn’t until you’re sure that you’re lined up so that you’re now completely soaked panties will rest on his tiger tattoo, that you let your body drop down, feeling the strong muscle beneath your most sensitive area.
He lets out a deep groan at the feel of just how absolutely wet you are, even through the flimsy material separating his skin from yours. You can already feel your body starting to tremble with just how good the pressure feels and you haven’t even moved yet.
You take a few deep breaths, staring down at how your husband’s cock is already twitching with the need to get in you, and how his hands are both balled into fists to keep himself from reaching out. Only then do you lift yourself up and drop back down, this time grinding down onto his thigh. You can’t keep the moan from escaping your lips at how good he feels under you.
You start shifting, allowing yourself to grind up and down his thigh, riding him to get yourself off. It’s messy and wet, his tattoos absolutely drowning in your juices, but it feels so good, using his body for your own pleasure. Harry’s whining beneath you, getting to watch you and feel you on his leg but not getting to touch, not able to get himself off, it’s taking its toll on him. Just to take the edge of, you grab his hand and bring it to your clit, over your panties, and use his fingers to rub yourself off. Harry’s gasping now while you’re moaning above him. If anything, he’s even more desperate than before, he still can’t grab you, touch you the way he wants. You’re using his fingers, firmly in your grip, to get yourself off and he just has to let you. He gets to feel your nub as you press his fingers firmly against it, feel the soaked through fabric of your panties, but he doesn’t get to feel you. He can’t feel your skin with his and it’s driving him to the brink. You’re so close to reaching your climax now, and that’s when you look down to see how Harry himself is making a mess on his stomach with how much precome is leaking from his tip. You have to gather yourself enough to remind him, “You can’t come yet Harry. Polite boy’s wait remember?” You’re voice drawing up in a whine at the end. All he’s able to choke out is a “I’m your- boy.” And that’s what does it. You let out a long drawn out moan as you reach your orgasm, soaking harry’s thigh even more under you with your come.
As you come down, you see that Harry’s trembling beneath you, he’s struggling to keep his hips from humping up, in a futile attempt at gaining some friction on his cock.
“Harry,” you have to repeat his name twice more before he responds. “Since you’re already being such a polite boy for me, why don’t you do one more thing to show me just how good you really are.”
“Y-yes, anything.” You can tell, though that he’s so close to coming despite the fact that he’s trying to prove how good he is. You know it’ll have to be quick, but you need this after the night you’ve already had. After how much you’ve missed him. “I need you to fuck me,” you see his eyes widen and his head already beginning to nod in enthusiasm. “Listen. I need you to flip me over, fuck me hard into the mattress like I know you can. But… you can’t come until after you make me come again. You can’t come until I tell you to, ok? Can you be the good, polite boy I know you are and do that for me?”
He barely manages to get out a “yes” before he has you flipped over, beneath him on the bed now. He drags down your absolutely ruined panties almost as fast because even as desperate as he is, if he were to rip them off as he probably wanted to, as he’s done so many times in the past, he wouldn’t be showing you how good he can be. How good he is. And above all else that’s what he needs to do.
After one cursory drag of his hand over your cunt, it’s wet enough for him to pump over his cock, mixed with his own precome so that he’s wet enough to fuck you. After one last glide over himself, he grasps at his base, guides himself to your center, and pushes in. You both gasp out at the same time. Him because he finally gets to feel you around him and you because you finally get to feel full after how desperate you’ve been all evening, since you were in the bath and begging for him.
He thrusts in twice more just to get used to the feel of you, before he finally plunges his cock in so that he’s filled you up completely. At that your arms wrap around his shoulder and then your nails start digging into his back just to feel grounded in all the pleasure you feel, your legs twisted over the back of his own. He has his face buried into the warmth of your neck as he thrusts in fast and hard, just as you’d asked him too. The air filled with the sound of both your loud breathing and gasps, the way you moan every time he hits your special spot deep inside you, the slapping of skin on skin as his thrusts become more frantic.
You struggle but eventually you’re able to gasp out a “Ha-harder Harry. Fuck me harder. Show me how good you are.” You only just keep yourself from adding a strangled please at the end. Almost forgetting that you’re supposed to be the one in control still, even with the way he’s fucking you. He whines into your neck but does as you ask, fucking you so hard you’re almost certain you’ll have bruises in the morning, but you can’t bring yourself to care in that moment, too lost in how good he feels inside you.
And then suddenly, without you even realizing you were that close, you’re coming around him. This time you’re the one whining, his name almost unable to leave your lips as your body contracts around him.
In your pleasure, you almost forget that you’d told him he couldn’t come until you told him to. He’s whining into your neck, alternating please of please, with breath chants of your name, his need to get off too strong to control himself. He’s still bucking into you, but not as forcefully, one arm wrapped tightly around you as the other holds him up.
You quickly tell him to “Come Harry. Come inside me. You’ve been such a polite boy for me. You can come now.” And so he does, after one deep thrust into you, he lets go and let’s his come splash into your already absolutely soaked cunt. And then finally, his body sags over you. You can’t even be bothered at the weight not resting upon you.
After a few minutes, he finds his way back to you, slides himself to the side just so that his full weight isn’t on you, and looks up at you with a soft, almost bashful smile. “Hi,” he says.
You return his smile, saying “hi” back as you bring one hand to softly run through his messy curls. “I missed you very much while you were away,” you continue just as softly as the moment warrants.
Harry takes a moment to look at you, take in your features after how long he’s been away on business. “Me too. I always miss my wife.” You can’t keep your heart from melting at that.
You both exchange some soft kisses, first on the cheek, and then finally on the mouth, before you let your eyes droop shut, limbs tangled together on the bed you share in the house you both call home.
