can you write one where Harry is scrolling through his phone and reader just walks up and pulls his pants off and sucks his cock, but he just tries to ignore the reader, but she starts doing a thing with her tongue on the tip of his cock and his thighs start to tremble and shake and he can't stop all the whimpers from coming out and the reader doesn't stop after he comes and she just overstimulates him because he was ignoring her and he starts crying because it feels so good
subrry blurb: too sensitive
Warnings: Smut , Angst, Pet Play, Overstimulation
Wordcount: 1.8k
hii anon 💗 i just wanted to say that i absolutely loved this request and that i hope you like what i came up with!
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You never meant to upset Harry.
That was the last thing you wanted to do.
He hadn’t done anything wrong. It was you. You were the problem. Work had been stressing you out lately… and on top of that, it felt like everyone else in your life had come together on a mission to make your life more stressful. It was your mom asking when you and Harry were planning to give them grandchildren, your father saying you should invest on a safer car first, your friends grumbling about never getting to see you...
It was a lot of pressure, that kept building up as the days passed…
By the time the weekend came, you felt like you were constantly swinging on an emotional chandelier… but you had always been good at shrugging your frustrations off and keeping yourself in check until the moodiness calmed on its own, so you didn’t talk about it. Instead, you vacuumed the house, scrubbed the counters, hid in the bathroom to cry, screwed your boyfriend until your legs gave out, and pretended like everything was fine.
Until the day came where you woke up in a terribly bad mood - and Harry happened to be there. Right there. Overly there. Crushing you into the mattress with all the body weight he was placing over your ribs. You couldn’t move… or breathe.
He always liked to go to sleep like that. Lying between your legs with his head on your chest, and his nose pressed into the side of one of your boobs (usually the left one), which was something you didn't normally mind… or well, to be fair, you even enjoyed most times. It was cute to watch him snuggle in between your legs every night… ready to give you the eyes as soon as you glared at him from the top of your phone. Those pleading puppy eyes, as if to ask, “Will you pet me until I fall asleep, please?”
It goes without saying that the answer to the silent request was always ‘yes’.
Besides, it usually wasn't that hard to make him roll off in the middle of the night whenever the body pressure started to get a bit too much. You had already mastered the technique and were aces at doing it without having to stir him awake.
Things went a little differently that morning, however. You had been so exhausted the night before that you accidentally fell asleep without changing positions, what resulted in you spending the whole night with Harry's weight on top of you. Your whole body was aching and sweating when you woke up the next morning... and due to your moodiness, you weren’t very gentle while pushing Harry off like you usually were…
And when he dared complaining about it, you plain and simply lost it.
You couldn’t even remember half of what you said. All you knew was that you had been brutal and said a lot of things you didn't mean. You had gotten up, yelled at him, slammed the door on you way out, and ended up having a crying fit in the kitchen while you scarfed your way through a whole pack of cosmic brownies at 7am.
You’d apologized and told him all about your reasons after, of course… but despite having accepted your apologies, Harry was still acting stand-offish – having spent all day slumped on the couch playing Monument Valley on his phone in complete silence. He wouldn’t look your way or spill out a single unnecessary word. It was like every attempt you made to have him say more than an apathetic “hm” fell into deaf ears.
At first you were acting proud and avoiding apologizing a second time, but after a couple of hours the silence and the mournful tension were starting to bother you a lot. You felt guilty. Harry’s feelings were as sensitive as the wings of a butterfly, and you had been quite rough in the way you had addressed him earlier.
You couldn't stand another second of the deafening silence, it's why you shut your laptop, made your way around the living room, and went to crouch down beside him. “I know I was very mean today…” You started softly, resting your chin on his knee. “You were the last person I should’ve taken things out on… but I still did, and- it’s killing me. To know I’ve hurt you this much even though I never meant to. I wasn’t angry at you. I’m never angry at you. I love you- so so much, and I’m sorry, and I miss you. I miss talking to you… and giving you kissies.”
“Hm.” That was all Harry grunted back. It miffed you, but you couldn’t exactly say his reaction had been unexpected. You knew your boyfriend. He could be quite stubborn and inflexible whenever he really put his mind to it.
“You’re still upset at me?” You asked, already expecting another dry reply, but instead you got something else. Something he only ever did when he was purposefully trying to rile you up, given how much you disliked it when he (or anyone else) did that instead of using their words.
He sighed.
You narrowed your eyes and lifted your chin off his leg. “I better have misheard that...”
He did it again – deeper and louder this time.
“Harry.” You warned, your voice stern and eyes menacing. “I get that you're upset but you better not push it.”
The next sigh that came from Harry was followed by one of your own. “Drop your pants. Now.” You commanded, twisting your hair into a bun and shifting just so you were kneeled in between his legs.
Harry couldn't help but look down over his phone, muscles clenching disquietly at what was to come. His breathing faltered once he felt you kiss each of his kneecaps, trying to coax him into spreading and allowing you to settle further in between…
He stubbornly resisted.
Not by saying ‘no’ or pushing you away, just by digging his toes into the carpet and pushing against the gentle pulling of your palms. “Are you really choosing to be bad about this too?” The only answer you got was a shrug, like he wasn't even the slightest bit interested in what you were trying to do.
“Fine. Guess we're doing this the hard way then...” He fussed a little, once he felt your cold fingers dipping under the hem of his sweatpants to slide them down and off his legs. “I'm not worried about your little tantrum. You know our safe word, so...” You shrugged, putting a little more force into spreading his legs apart. “Unless you say it, I'll carry on having my way with you. Only touching what's mine after all, aren't I?”
“No.” Harry grumbled, but did nothing to stop your actions once your mouth dipped down and started dropping kisses all over his thighs.
“No? Do you want me to stop then? Is that what you want?” He whispered a soft ‘no’, so subtle that you could’ve missed it. Your fingers dug beneath his boxers, dragging them down just enough to release his cock from its enclosure.
“Such a pretty cock,” You made no effort to bite back a teasing smile at the sight. You had barely touched him... and yet he was stiffening and twitching just from the anticipation alone. “Already a bit hard too... Need to try a little harder next time you want to pretend like you don’t want this, pup.”
He swallowed a big breath once your lips wrapped around his tip with no preamble, sucking wetly. Tingles sprang down your belly at the taste of him, inciting you into moaning against the skin. That’s all you did for a while… sucking and moaning over the growing weight on your tongue, while relishing on the pleasure hiccups Harry was desperately trying to swallow.
He couldn't help but whine once you pulled out suddenly, with a tug and pop. “Feels good to get that pretty cock sucked, mm?” You asked, replacing your mouth with your hand for the moment just so you could tease him a bit. “Only good boys get to have this often though… it’s why you don’t - ‘cause you're not always my good boy, are you?”
“‘S not true…” Harry finally spoke up, pouting a bit. “I’m good most times.”
“Hm.” You hummed as you pursed your lips and spat over his tip, spreading the warmth all around with your palm. Harry’s breathing hitched once you hand quickened, the sloppy wet sounds coming from your jerking only spurring your hand into going faster.
That was until you remembered something that never failed to drive your boyfriend crazy, both from pleasure and pain... and most importantly, was a guaranteed way to make him go vocal. He began squirming in his seat right upon realizing your intentions, once he got to see both your hands cradle his tip, thumbs gently spreading to expose the tiny slit more. “Shh… sit pretty for me, puppy. No stirring or pulling away – just sit tight and take my mouth like a good boy.” You cooed, before letting your head down and beginning to tongue at the small hole – swirling directly over it.
Harry’s legs jerked forward at the intense stimulation - that was almost too much to be pleasurable… and yet, he still managed to endure it in his quietness for a bit... until his desperation became too much, and he had no choice but to give in.
The phone he was still holding up until that point was carelessly tossed to the side, only to get quickly replaced by a grip of your hair that he used to coax your attention past his tip, and your head into bobbing just the way he needed it to.
You could sense his anguish from the way he kept urging your head down to take more of him, what wasn’t much like Harry at all… he was usually very gentle with his hair tugging whenever you were giving him blowies… allowing for you to take things at your own pace, without pressing you into taking more into your mouth than you wanted to.
You weren’t going to complain about a little dominance from Harry though… it was hot, especially since you didn’t get to have that often. The pretty moans that kept falling from his lips had you doubling your efforts and pushing past your gag reflex - just so you could suck harder and faster until you felt him begin to convulse. His cum was shot straight into your throat, urging you into swallowing hard around his cock just so you wouldn't choke. The unexpected tightness that came from the action provoked a deep moan out of Harry - whose breathing was still slightly erractic.
Once you pulled back, his cheeks were blushed, red and hot like a chilli pepper. “I'm sorry…” He sniffled. “I didn't mean to cum fast like that, but I couldn’t help it. It just... felt too good.”
“It’s okay…” You smiled, placing a few kisses across the base. “Y’ were so pretty for me.” You praised, before your mouth reached for his tip again, suckling lightly. “I’m going to want to keep playing with my cock a little while longer though…”
“No...” Harry squirmed, pushing his lips into a pout. “Stop, please?” He begged in a whimper, as tears of sensitivity began to prickle in his eyes. “It’s too much... ‘m too sensitive.”
“I know, baby… I know, but you can take it.” You said, wrapping your fist back around him and tugging up and down slowly. “Now be quiet like a good puppy and don't cum before I say, or else I might have to start training this cock like this everyday. I don't think a good boy like you wants that, do you?”
Alright, I know it took a bit longer than usual, because I got super stuck when it came to coming up with concepts. I still hope you guys like it tho <3
Warnings: SMUT: Bondage, Puppy Play, Rimming
Wordcount: 4.8k
AN: I added a little reference picture in this chapter that is signaled with a (*) but it's not super relevant to the story or anything so feel free to ignore it if you'd like :)
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“I really need to go pee.”
“…Okay?” You chuckled, turning your head to watch Harry hurriedly drying his hands on a dish towel that he tossed onto the counter before fleeing to the bathroom. “Did you turn the hob off?” You blared, once the smell of crackling melted butter and cooked crepe dough began to rise inside the kitchen, overpowering the naturally sweet aroma of the fresh fruits you had been cutting into pieces over a wooden board.
“I think so.” He replied, what prompted you to drop the knife and go check.
He had turned it off indeed but had left the pan over the hot hob. You flipped the crepe and turned the stove on again, figuring that you could manage the crepes until Harry came back, since you were almost done with the fruit bit anyway.
That was when his phone first buzzed over the counter, what brought you to glance at it in response to the startling noise, however the name displayed on the lock screen caught your eye, bringing a slight furl to your eyebrows.
Rose.
Who the fuck was Rose?
You didn’t remember Harry ever mentioning any Roses… and you took pride in your ability to memorize names, if that was indicative of anything...
You weren’t planning to go all psycho mode on him over something like this though…
So you ignored the pinch of jealousy and focused back on the pile of strawberries you had been chopping into quarters.
Harry had never given you any reasons to be jealous. He was always good and devoted… and clingy, which you loved. He would never jump an opportunity to curl up against you on the couch after dinner, cuddling up to your side and even nuzzling his nose against your shoulder anytime he wanted kisses... or back rubs, or something else. Whatever it was, you always made sure to give him it. Because yes, Harry was spoiled but so were you. And that day you were feeling extra spoiled by your boyfriend, since he had decided to surprise you by stopping on the supermarket on his way home from work to get strawberries and chocolate spread just because you’d told him that you were craving crepes the night before.
So yeah, Harry really did love you. You knew he did. But this girl on his phone… It was like she was mocking you. You would turn your gaze away and try to mind your business, but the buzzes kept on coming one after the other. You weren’t trying to be that girl, but frankly… 5 texts in a row?! What was there for her to talk to him so much about?
You weren't going to ask about it but as it turns out, as soon as your boyfriend stepped back into the kitchen, the dominating side of you decided it couldn't not poke its nose a little into the matter, so you opted to do it in the simpler, most innocent looking way. “You got a few messages while you were in the bathroom.” Petty, yes... but affective.
“Did I really?” Harry sighed, lazily reaching for his phone. “I hope it’s not Grayson asking to swipe shifts again...”
You noticed he didn't seem concerned in hiding his phone from you while he went through the unread messages, which was a good sign, of course... but you couldn't say you found a lot of amusement in the way he was smiling widely at the screen. Your eyes narrowed, although Harry was too busy typing away to notice it. “Is it Grayson?” you asked as you poured another ladle of creamy batter into the frying pan.
“No, it’s an old friend from high school.” You hummed at that, swirling your wrist so that the batter would spread evenly. He stopped talking for a little while typing his answer, and you continued to cook your crepes in the meantime. “She’s moved to the city a few weeks ago and remembered I lived in the area. So, she was asking if I’d like to show her around one of these days. Introduce her to the cool places and all that.”
Your eyes narrowed again, even deeper this time. “Oh, really?” You feigned surprise as you flipped a crepe onto the serving plate. “What’s her name?”
“Well… her name is Rose, but we used to just call her Ro ‘cause she didn’t much like her name. Thought it was too old lady-like... She must like it now I guess, since she has it on social media...” He told with his eyes still fixed on the screen.
God. He was completely oblivious to the uneasiness making your belly churn uncomfortably, wasn’t he?
It didn’t surprise you that much though.
You had a feeling Harry often pictured you as some sort of confident goddess who never doubted herself… which, to be fair, was true to an extent. You usually felt quite comfortable and happy in your skin and everything regarding your relationship… but of course, you also had your insecurities like everyone else does. And lately you had been struggling a little with… feeling sexy, so to say. Not because of Harry or your sex life... that was still great, but with telework and everything else going on, you couldn't even remember the last time you looked in the mirror and got to feel pretty... Instead, you always lounged around the house in sweats, messy hair and no make-up on. Which felt nice for a while, but lately was beginning to take a toll on your self-esteem… and was apparently starting to give you trust issues now, too.
“Can I see her picture?” You requested casually, secretly hoping her profile would show you that she was so obviously vanilla that it would be impossible that your boyfriend's needs and hers would ever align, which would in turn lower the likelihood that he would be interested (according to your logic anyway). That would give you some comfort if it turned out to be true.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t.
She was pretty… and had that dripping with eccentricity charm and bubbliness about her that most men are sweet on - with short, bleached hair, a round little nose, and pretty doe eyes. She looked like someone who could easily be into the kinky scene too… because of course she did. Just to leave you even more unsettled than you already were.
“So, I take it you’re planning to go meet her?” You guessed, turning off the hob and taking the dirty dishes to the sink as you walked around the kitchen to go back to cutting fruit again.
“Yeah, I was thinking maybe tomorrow would be a good day 'cause I finish work earlier. So I could give her a walking tour while it’s still bright outside, and then once the sun starts to set I’d take her to go see the bridge and the lake ‘cause the view is always prettier at that time.” His eyes lifted in search for you. “What do you think, does that sound fun?”
“It sounds really fun.” Your words were cut by the repetitive sound of the knife hitting the chopping board. “Are you coming home for dinner or are you two going to have dinner together?”
“Uh… I dunno yet. I think I’m coming home, but maybe it’s best I let you know tomorrow.” You hummed in acknowledgment of his words, your chest inflating with further grudgingness as you pictured your boyfriend out having dinner with someone else. Knowing Harry, he would probably take her somewhere intimate too... with alit table decorations and authentic Italian dishes. At least that's the kind of restaurant he usually chooses when he takes you out to dinner... or used to choose. That's more like it. Cause lately he hadn't been asking you out on much, and being honest, you usually didn’t mind it… until now. Now it was suddenly bothering you.
“Uhh... baby, what are you doing?” Harry hesitantly called you out of your transfixed state once he took notice of your unrelenting chopping. “I thought we were supposed to have strawberries in pieces. You've practically minced those...”
“Shit. Sorry.” You apologized, taken aback by your own self as you began to cull at the mess you’d made. “Um- here, I’ll just fish out the bigger pieces for you and I’ll have the smaller, mushy ones. I don’t mind.”
“No, it’s fine. Never mind the strawberries, it’s just- is everything alright?”
“Yeah, of course.” You forced a smile. “Why would it not be?”
“Dunno. You looked like you were pretty caught up in something.”
“No, I was just listening to you.”
“Hm…kay.” He settled, bringing you to smile briefly at him before diving back into what you had been doing – Trying to stay properly focused this time, but right as you picked up another handful of strawberries Harry’s fingers came tugging at the back of your sleeve to call your attention. “Kissy?”
A huffed laugh escaped through your nose at his request. “Don't know, pet. I’m kinda busy right now...” You wanted to make him wait, but the adorable mewl he let out as he nuzzled his chin against your shoulder made it impossible for you to deny him. You swiveled on your feet and pulled him by the waist until your bellies were flush together. “I love you a lot, did you know that?”
Harry’s cheeks blushed pinker than roses, the same they always did whenever you told him anything of sorts. “… Stop that, ‘s giving me butterflies.” He fussed shyly, despite the smile growing on his face. “I love you a lot too.”
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You were bored.
It’s not that you didn’t have anything to entertain yourself with… there was your phone… the book you’d yet to finish reading on your nightstand… the article you’d been planning to write for your blog… the Netflix account… not to mention all the household chores that needed doing...
But you were still bored - because Harry wasn’t home... and he wasn’t going to be home for another couple more hours, since he’d called earlier on to let you know he was going for dinner with his “manic pixie dream girl” of a friend after all. And although any other day you’d perhaps appreciate the little extra alone time you’d been given, this time it made you let out an annoyed groan as soon as Harry had hung up the call.
You dropped the phone on the table and took an unenthusiastic bite of couscous salad to your mouth, straight from the serving bowl. It wasn't like Harry was going to be eating it anyhow. You could finish the entire bowl by yourself if you very well pleased… but you weren't hungry. You were just jealous... and looking forward to him coming back.
Which was scary, a bit. You'd never felt so dependent on anyone before... but Harry was different. He was your baby. Yes, yours. Yours and no one else's. And it was pissing you off that he was out there treating some other girl with nice things while you, his girlfriend, the one he should be showing devotion to, were left at home feeling gloomy, abandoned and neglected.
And they say Doms are supposed to be the mean, evil ones...
It wasn't like the two of you didn't have a life of your own. You had friends that weren't in common, you worked different jobs and even had a few different hobbies.
You liked reading and working on your creative journal, while Harry enjoyed doing origami. Lately he had also developed an interest in learning languages from a certain fictional universe like the absolute geek that he became whenever he found a new sci-fi movie or series to obsess over.
Sometimes he also liked to combine his two hobbies together to send you “secret” coded messages hidden in paper animals. You still had to turn to Google to decode them most times, but you didn’t tell him that.
The memory of the last origami message he had sent you had you unconsciously clenching your legs together while you ate. It had been a naughty one, that had led to a good punishment. He had been such a brat that day... letting you spend 30 minutes searching everywhere for a specific pair of green lace panties that you were starting to believe had gotten swallowed by the washing machine. Seriously, you had been so baffled about the mysterious disappearance that you’d even asked Harry if he had seen them by any chance, even though you knew it was unlikely since you were usually the one in charge of the laundry task… he’d shrugged and said he had no idea at the time. Then, the next day while at work, he had sent a text to your phone asking that you’d check a drawer on your desk 'cause he had left you one of his origamis. A yellow dinosaur, with a message that translated to:
“Hi baby :) I lied about your panties. I know where they are 'cause I was the one who stole them from the basket yesterday. Made a big mess over them while you were busy having your meeting.
P.S: Better start thinking of a punishment for when I get home…
P.P.S: Check the washer again if you don't believe me.”
It could’ve flattered you, that your 3 year boyfriend still liked to jerk off to your underwear... had the reason why he had done it been righteous, and not purposefully disobedient. To be more specific, if he hadn’t deliberately done it as a result of you not letting him finish on your belly the other night, because you didn't want him to get those specific panties dirty, just so you didn’t have to scrub them clean and therefore, cause more pilling on the fabric.
But he loved to tease... and sometimes that included challenging your dominance by going against what you said just to see what you would do about it.
But you loved to tease even more, which is why you abandoned your meal after a couple more rushed forkfuls to go to put a mischievous idea into practice that involved 2 things you had ordered and had not yet used due to lack of opportunity. You were planning on taking them out of the bags over the weekend, but then realized that the spontaneity was only going to make things more exciting. Especially for Harry who had no idea that you had placed a random order from a naughty shop during the black friday sales at all.
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“Baby?” Your boyfriend called from the lobby right as he peeked inside the living room and didn’t spot you all snuggled up on the couch under the microplush blanket, where he’d been expecting to find you.
“In here!” You answered from the en-suite bathroom, biting back a nervous smile as you applied some lipstick in front of the mirror – a cherry red shade. Harry’s favorite. “How was it? Did you have fun?” You pried when you heard his feet stepping into the bedroom wooden flooring.
“Meh. It was alright, I guess.” Harry answered unenthusiastically. You could hear him pacing around the bedroom, and judging from the familiar clacking, you figured he was putting the stuff from his pockets away. “Nothing too exciting.”
You hummed, using your finger to wipe the excess off your cupid’s bow. “Have you eaten properly?” You asked. It was something you always did whenever he got home late. Not that Harry had a habit of starving himself, but you liked to make sure his body's needs were taken care of, especially before starting anything sexual.
“Yeah, I did. We went to that sushi place with the big temaki rolls. I only ate two, but I’ve brought the leftovers home so if you wan-” He choked as his eyes laid on you. Mouth going agape with surprise. “...Are you going out?” He asked upon taking a better look at your figure. You had your bathrobe neatly tied around your waist, like you always did whenever you were getting dolled up to go somewhere. Your hair was done to practical perfection, and so was your heavy make-up.
“Yeah.” You lied, pressing your lips together to smear the color evenly.
Harry’s face scrunched beyond his control. “...to where?”
“Just for drinks, downtown.” You answered dismissively, fixing your hair in the bathroom mirror.
“Drinks?” There was a pause, where he just stood by the door looking at you finish collecting your make-up from the counter and placing it back into its respective section of the organizer. His face was washed in bewilderment, clearly finding it odd that you'd be going out at such hours in the evening, without previous notice and by yourself. “Who are you going with?”
“Some people from work.” You briefed as you passed him by the doorway and entered your bedroom. You sat on the edge of the bed, to pull on the above-the-knee faux leather boots you'd picked to go with your outfit. They had a considerable heel, but the sole was a platform. What made them very comfortable to wear on a daily basis.
As you’d predicted, Harry was hot on your heels… following you into the room like a sad puppy. “Why are you going? You’re always saying their night outs are boring and that all they ever do is talk about work…” You ignored his grumbling, carrying on zipping up your boots in silence. “Just so you know,” He hesitated once your eyes shot up. “You won't find parking near the bars. Downtown is always crowded on Wednesday nights.”
“That's okay. I was planning to call an Uber anyway...”
He plopped on the end of the bed. “Okay but there are way less Ubers going around at night. You'll probably have to wait out on the street for a long time to get a lift...” You carried on ignoring Harry's speculations as you got back on your feet and pretended to check your hair on the wardrobe’s full length mirror again. “I just don’t think it’s safe for you to be out by yourself this late. I think it’s quite stupid if I’m honest.” Stupid? Oh, he was going to regret that one. He probably thought he was being sly, but you could see right through him – He wasn’t pleased by this outcome. He had been counting on coming home and having all your attention to himself, and now that your plans weren’t lining up with his expectations, he was getting sulky...
… and bratty.
Little did he know your intentions were far from what he was thinking them to be, and that making him believe you were going somewhere without him was nothing more than the start of a game whose goal was to leave him on edge. “And I think you have a lot of nerve coming home sharing your dumb little opinions I haven’t asked for, puppy.” Your eyes trailed to him, knowing your scolding wasn’t going to stop him from letting out another quip. “What’s that face for, huh? Has the little time you spent unleashed today made you forget who's in charge around here?”
The gaze you were met with was nothing short of challenging. “You’re not as in charge as you think you are.” He shrugged defiantly. “It's not like you own me anyway, is it?”
… And that was when you decided you were done talking.
Without warning, you gripped a handful of his hair, jerking back to force him to stare up. His body shuddered from unexpectedness, while his eyes fixed on yours in complete surrender. “I don’t own you, you say?” You smirked. He gulped, and reflexively pushed his knees together once you jacked up your leg and ducked your boot-clad foot between his spread thighs. Slowly hiking it up the mattress towards his cock. “Spread those legs back apart. I won’t ask twice.” He did so obediently, whimpering softly once he felt the underside of your boot gently pressing right over the fly of his jeans.
“Y/N, I-” Whatever words he was about to speak next died on the tip of his tongue once he witnessed you pull your bathrobe open. Revealing the black bondage bodywear you’d kept hidden underneath it.
It had been quite pricey, but the quality was worth the money. You’d never been a fan of those cheap, rubbery, Halloween-like outfits that looked and felt like they might rip apart at any moment while you were putting them on... besides, those never hugged the body properly like they were ought to.
This one ( * ) on the other hand, felt like it had been designed with your measurements in mind. Its shape was adjustable, satiny, and delicately complemented by a built-in harness, its golden hooks, and a pair of matching strap garters for your thighs.
It was provocative.
Vixenish, without being too vulgar. And considering way Harry’s jaw dropped, and his thoughts began to blur altogether, you were guessing he liked it just as much as you did… perhaps more, even. “…When, I mean where- why are you wearing that?”
“You’re blabbering.” You sighed, stripping off your robe. “I bought it some time ago, but I was waiting for the right opportunity to wear it, where... it doesn't really matter, does it? And why? …Well, it’s your fault, really. Left me by myself for so long, puppy… I got bored and started to want to do bad things to you.”
You turned around to let him get a good view of the outfit’s back also. It was just as detailed and pretty… but showed a lot more skin in comparison to the front. With a strappy G-string that left practically nothing to the imagination, but still enlightened your curves like the good frame does to a work of art. “Looks so beautiful, Mistress.”
“Yeah? I bet you’re dying to get your hands on me, aren’t you pretty boy?” You climbed on his lap teasingly - Not quite sitting, just hovering. The lack of contact prompting Harry’s fingers to curl into tight fists to avoid falling into the temptation of touching you. You knew he wanted to reach out to cop a feel, but you had trained him better than that. You hadn’t given him permission yet. “Oh puppy,” You tsked mockingly, “Look at you… already gone all pokey inside your jeans… and from what? Having my boot pressing on your cock? …Or maybe it was the lingerie...? Either way… ‘s a tiny bit pathetic, wouldn't you agree?”
“Please...” He pleaded with supplicating, crystal-clear eyes. Daring to lean forward and press his face against your chest, nosing at the front coverage of your lingerie, but you immediately pushed him back with a chastising “Ah-Ah.” - “Please... can I touch? Pretty please? I promise I’ll be good and do anything you say… I promise.”
“Anything I say?” You pouted once he nodded, mimicking his expression. “That’s sweet and all but baby, isn’t that what you always do anyway?” Harry grumbled in protest at that, and his fussy behaviour only got worse once you effortlessly slid off his lap and began to walk towards the room’s chest of drawers. “Close your eyes and take your clothes off brat. I got something else for us to try.”
“W-What is it?”
“Hush. Be good and do like I said. And no peeking! or else I’ll tie you up and keep you blindfolded the whole night. I don’t think you want that, do you?” He shook his head earnestly at the question, rushing to undress. You chuckled when you saw him covering himself between the legs with his hands when he was done. Finding it comical that somehow, he still got shy whenever you made him undress all by himself. As if you hadn't already seen all there was to see countless times… even the pinkish, most undisclosed parts inside his body that had never seen daylight before he met you. “I’m gonna put it on you now, okay?”
“Wait.” Harry sputtered suddenly. “It’s not going to hurt, is it?”
You snorted at the question, shaking your head amusedly. “Dunno pet, maybe it will...” You lied, just to watch his face tense, but your tone soon changed to a more deliberate one, upon noticing his body kept shuddering at the slightest movements on your part. Despite knowing it was a natural reflex of feeling vulnerable and not knowing what was coming, you didn't like the idea of Harry being afraid of you… especially when you would never ever think to cross that line in a situation like this, where it could come off as startling and unpredictable for him. “Have I ever hurt you while your eyes were closed without a warning first?”
“No, I guess not…”
“Then what are you so scared of, silly pup?” You combed his hair back with your fingers as your lips met his forehead, kneeling just so you could fasten the gift you’d gotten for him around his neck and chest. Your face beamed once a stunned gasp left his mouth, realizing what you were putting on him – a leather harness. “It’s not too tight, is it?” You asked, tugging at it with your finger to make sure you’d left at least a two-finger gap in between the neckband and Harry’s skin.
“No, it’s alright.” He giggled, legs bouncing excitedly. “Can I open my eyes now?”
“Yeah. You can open your eyes.” You okayed, getting back on your feet and stepping to the side just so he could get up and check himself in the closest mirror. He did so in a jump, gasping happily once he saw the design didn’t facet the basic black he’d been expecting. Instead, his eyes were met with a lovely, rich shade of crimson red. Why red? Because you knew Harry. He liked the dark shades on you, but for his things he always tended to seek out the most unconventional colors and finishes. When it came to BDSM gear, he usually preferred the gender neutral leatherworks too – That was how you ended up picking a full chest garter: Collared, open breasted and with several 'O' rings designed for connecting attachments: One in the middle of the chest area, another centered with the ribcage, two others in the back, and one in the collar area, where you had chosen to attach your leash.
“It’s so pretty...” Harry marveled, making your heartbeat quicken in your chest, that insisted on swelling with fulfillment upon you spotting the pleased smile stretching across his gorgeous features. “Makes me feel so pretty...” He added once you went to hug him from behind, pulling his body tightly against yours.
You allowed your mind to immerse in gentleness for a moment. “You always look pretty, Harry.” But seeing him so bare and vulnerable… it only increased your appetite to ruin him. “But I won't lie... the harness, it’s making me wanna eat that ass so bad right now...” You whispered against his shoulder, motivating a barely noticeable whimper to slip from him. But you heard it – its delicate nature stirring that lustful fire that brought out your dominance even more.
Your hand kept a firm, tight grip on the leash as your tongue began to lap at the hind of his neck, giving rise to a succession of sharp inhales that carried on escaping him through parted lips. But you didn’t stop there. Your mouth carried on moving down his spine… his hips… his ass. Kissing, flat tongue licking, and even biting at the flesh, until you found yourself kneeled behind him.
Your mouth dove in without hesitation. Focusing on the perineal area first, your warm tongue swiping from his balls to his rim at a slow pace. “Always taste so good for me…” You said it to make him relax, but it wasn’t like you didn’t genuinely love the way Harry tasted… you did, and even craved it at random times quite often. That natural musky sweetness of his skin.
Pulling away, you spat over the slit quietly. Waiting for it to start dripping down his balls before your tongue came out to drag it back up again. “Don’t take your eyes off that mirror.” You growled, noticing him looking back at you through naturally-thick lashes. “I want you to see what I see... how desperate you look when my tongue’s buried in your ass… How big and leaky your cock gets. That’ll show you who you belong to… and I won’t stop until you admit that I own you.”
“Better start eating it like you mean it then, Mistress.” Harry bit back provokingly, words melting into a moan once you wrapped the leash around your fist in one lap and tugged harshly to force his head forwards, and his spine to arch.
Submissively, he shifted his legs further apart and bent over, clasping his hands around the mirror frame and pressing his blushed cheek against the cold, polished metal - that began to fog up immediately due to his panting breaths. “God, I fucking love you.” He mumbled, once he felt you spread his ass cheeks and begin to tongue faster and deeper at his skintight hole.
subrry idea. It's harry's birthday so he shaves and cleans up because he wants to be fingered and he's all excited because you guys haven't done that for a long time because you've been too busy. But then you come home and he notices your new fake nails and he gets all sad and pouty and you ask him why and he says "just wanted you to finger fuck me for my birthday but you can't with those on" then you go in to the bathroom and remove them however you do that idk and he's all happy and spreads himself out for you and all night you're fucking him open
subrry blurb: make it good. make it messy.
Thank you lovely anon! 💌 This prompt was so much fun to work on 😈
Warnings: Smut, Cursing, Mild Angst, Fluff
Wordcount: 4k
**
Y/N has always been a very loving Dom.
It's true, she really has... she loves to cuddle, make little surprises, give kisses... but when it comes to Harry, she truly believes she's the worst she's ever been.
Way too yielding. Way too giving. Way too permissive.
She doesn't ever take away his orgasms, much less comfort gestures, like kisses and cuddles... unless she's legitimately upset at him, of course... but Harry is usually a very nice partner, so they never really get into serious arguments or give each other the silent treatment.
It has worked for them so far… although Y/N still makes sure to keep an attentive eye on Harry, because he has a tendency to push his own limits and to not be too vocal about his discomfort. Especially when he gets in a more vulnerable headspace. He doesn't do it on purpose... he does it because he wants to be good, and because the trauma from his past relationship sometimes still makes him believe Y/N will leave him if he doesn't go along with every single thing she says.
Leaving him for something like that would never even cross her mind, obviously... but Harry is still healing and learning that his comfort, happiness and opinions should be just as important as his Dom's.
He's made wonderful progress since they first met... He has stopped measuring his words, doesn't think he'll get punished for being needy or asking for attention anymore, and has even stopped expecting Y/N to get angry for the smallest reasons...
But sometimes he still has slips...
Where he starts to shrink and retreat into himself like he used to do around his ex-girlfriend, Ava.
Ava was the reason Y/N got to meet Harry, actually.
The two girls had connected through a BDSM dating site many moons ago. At the time, Y/N hadn't been looking for any sort of arrangement. She had just left one, therefore she was only looking to meet nice people with alike minds she could have interesting conversations with. And, perhaps the occasional sexcapade, if things worked out that way, but she didn't really have any expectations...
Until she met Ava and Harry.
They seemed fun. Both were very attractive, lived relatively close by... and coincidentally happened to be looking for someone to join them for a little fun.
They had arranged a meeting through Skype first. Originally just for a friendly night chat, but then of course... one suggestive joke led to another, and things ended up getting a little steamy in front of their webcams.
They still did the videocall sex thing a few more times, until Ava finally invited Y/N to come "have a drink and hang out" with them at her apartment one Friday night.
And although upon meeting Ava and Harry in person, Y/N couldn't help but sense something might be little off with them as a couple, she had decided not to focus on it too much. Whatever it was, it didn't make her feel unsafe in their company, nor did it reflect itself on the sex they ended up having... and that was all Y/N was there for.
She just wanted a free and easy night.
A couple of drinks... a nice chat, and a long overdue fuck that wouldn't make her feel guilty about leaving right after the deed was done...
She should have known better.
“I'm gonna go for a smoke in the balcony.” Ava had said, jumping off the bed where she had been laying down, putting on a black silky robe and fishing her pack of cigarettes from her purse. “Care to join me, Y/N?”
“Uh... sure, but-” Y/N's eyes drifted between Ava and her partner. “...What about your boyfriend?” She questioned, finding her proposition a bit odd given the fact that being left alone after a scene was something that would be very triggering for most Subs. Especially if they turned out to experience a Sub-drop.
“He doesn't smoke.” Ava said nonchalantly.
“Yeah, but aren't you gonna like-” Y/N began to question, but then realized that maybe inviting her for a smoke was Ava's way of politely inviting her out of the room. Then maybe she would pretend to have forgotten her lighter or something and come back to take care of her boyfriend. “I don't mind leaving right away or stepping outside to give you guys some alone time... I know it's always a bit awkward to go through these things with someone else around…”
Ava rolled her eyes, scoffing some. “You lot and those stupid aftercare routines. He's an adult. Doesn't need to be spoiled and babied any more than he already was” The girl said as she headed for the door. “Are you not coming?” She still asked from the threshold.
“Uh, I think I'm just going to head home. Thanks for offering though.” Y/N faked a smile, reaching to collect her underwear from the floor.
And just like that, Ava left. Leaving a very fragile looking Harry on the bed, and a very upset Y/N kneeling next to her underwear on the floor with furrowed brows, bewildered at the utter carelessness the girl was showing.
Y/N didn't like that attitude.
What kind of Dom thinks like that about their Sub? She wasn't doing aftercare? She was just using his body as she pleased, calling him all those degrading mean names Y/N was never truly a fan of and leaving him to get over it? Even worse, she left him alone with a guest he'd just met and more likely than not made him feel uneasy to a degree.
Y/N didn't like this Ava girl at all.
And although she usually knew better than to overstep into another couple's dynamic, on that specific occasion she couldn't not.
As a Dom, Y/N had a very protective and caring personality... she liked to play mean, sure - but truly, she was the farthest thing from that... what made it impossible for her to stick to the original plan (get fucked, get dressed, and get going) knowing that there was a very sweet looking boy coiled in bed, probably feeling used and neglected with his own cum and both her and another girl's juices still all over his skin. “Harry... do you know where Ava keeps her wipes?” Y/N asked softly, kneeling by the bedside.
He didn't respond, just pointed towards the dressing table. After spotting the package right away, perched next a make-up bag, Y/N took it, having a sit next to Harry. “I want to help you clean up, is that okay?” She asked upon noticing his confused staring. “Would you like that? or do you prefer for me not to touch? I can leave, if you want me to.”
“I don't want to annoy you.” He replied in a low grumble. “Ava says I'm annoying when I ask her not to leave.”
“Does she?” Y/N's brows rose slightly. Not that she was that surprised, but it was still disconcerting to hear. “I don't think you're annoying, Harry. I think that's a very sweet thing to ask...” Y/N said as she wiped his face gently. “I also think it's very- Oh! I'm sorry...” She apologized once he squirmed suddenly, right when she started cleaning him a bit further down his stomach. “These always feel so cold, don't they? Here-” Y/N said, warming up the wipe between her hands before taking it to his skin again. The gesture got Harry to smile a bit. “Better?”
“Mhm, better.” He nodded, eyes fixed where Y/N was carefully wiping him clean. “Do you always do that? With your Subs?”
“I'm not seeing anyone at the moment, but if I was then yes, I would.” She told earnestly, getting up to dispose of the wipes in the room's paper basket before she walked back and adjusted the bedding around Harry's body for warmth and comfort. He was looking at her mesmerized. Pretty green eyes glowing like he was in the presence of an angel. “Something tells me you don’t get this often, do you?” Y/N asked, combing her fingers through Harry's curls.
Her heart clenched when he shook his head, looking away. Gosh... she wanted to cuddle him. She wanted to kiss and cuddle him so bad... which was wrong. She knew, but how could she not want to?
“I like your hair. It's really soft... and pretty.” Y/N commented, trying to shake her highly innapropriate wants away.
Harry's eyelids fluttered open at the sound of her voice. Poor thing was almost asleep, despite having been trying his hardest to stay put. “It's okay, you can sleep. I'm sure Ava is almost back from her cig- ” Y/N's mouth fell shut mid-sentence, once her ears began to descry what sounded like a shower starting to run. “...Maybe not.”
“Stay, please?” Harry pleaded sleepily, completely oblivious to the fact that Y/N's only reason for wanting to leave was that she was starting to get goosebumps from staring at him. This is exactly why she didn't want to stay. She got attached too easily! Harry was cute and adorable like a puppy.... and she'd always had this stupid, annoying tendency to fall for vulnerable people in knotty situations. She's googled it before... turns out it's a real thing called “the white knight syndrome”, but thankfully hers just scratches the surface... or at least that's what she's choosing to believe.
“I'm staying until she comes back... don't worry. I won't leave you alone.” The girl assured, snuggling on the bed just so she could cuddle his body from outside the blankets.
Harry's body caved into slumber under her touch. Satisfied even with the fabric layers keeping their skins from touching... and after a while, lulled by his steady breathing, Y/N too couldn't help falling asleep.
**
It goes without saying that when Ava came back, she didn't much like what she saw.
Which was legitimate, Y/N could give her that, what she couldn't get a hang of was why she had started yelling and accusing her of being a “homewrecker slut” who was trying to steal her boyfriend. She wasn't. It didn't even cross her mind... Y/N was just taking care of Harry because it was the minimum she could do. He deserved to feel safe and seen in his smallness, and since his partner was failing to provide that for him, Y/N felt the need to step in. If Ava hadn't been such a dismissive, shit Dom, this situation would have never happened.
After she got kicked out of the apartment, Y/N never had the intention of contacting either of them ever again... but she can't say she was entirely put off when Harry texted her months later asking if she would like to grab a coffee with him sometime.
She went. It was wonderful. They clicked right away... and things only got so much better on the second, third and all the dates that followed.
It's still crazy to think of it sometimes.
That the two are now living together... practically married.
There are very few things Y/N is sure of in her life, but the one she's most sure of is that she was somehow lucky enough to have met her person in that apartment 3 years before.
Harry is it for Y/N.
And she makes sure to remind him all the time, just so he never forgets just how much he is loved by her...
One other thing Y/N also makes sure to never let Harry forget, is how much of a brat he can be.
He'd been in a mood ever since she came back from her nail appointment that morning... Why? Fuck if she knew… all she knew was that it was pissing her right off.
The two of them were going to be hosting a dinner party for Harry’s birthday that evening, so naturally, Y/N had thought it to be the perfect excuse to do something different and fun with her nails for a change. She’d added a little more length than usual, and painted them a pretty, blueish grey color.
Y/N was over the moon with them. It's why as soon as she got home she went to search for Harry to show him... thinking he was going to love them just as much, since the pastel shades of blue always seemed to be his favorite. Only when she'd showed him, his body stiffed. He frowned a bit, glancing away as he told her they looked nice.
“You don't like them, do you?” Y/N insisted, spreading her fingers, and staring at her own nails.
“I do. They look very nice.” He'd replied pressingly, although the way he was avoiding her eyes said otherwise.
Y/N stared down at her nails again. They looked pretty. It was impossible for Harry to think they didn't. “Do you want me to paint yours too?” She proposed, guessing that perhaps he was upset because he wished he had gotten pretty nails for his birthday as well. He hadn't gotten them done in a while, and it was something you knew he enjoyed doing a lot more than he ever cared to admit. “I have new shimmers and colors from Essie to pick from...” She crooned persuasively, loosely slinging her arms around his hips to draw him closer.
“No, don’t bother... I don't really care to get my nails done for tonight.” Harry countered, tugging Y/N's hands off his body and warding off to another room of the house.
There was a puzzled grimace taking over her features as she watched him go.
Her fingers pressed together into clenched fists, feeling something wild beginning to bubble lightly in her veins. Part of her wanted to go after him, drag him to his knees by the hair and force him to use his mouth to wordlessly apologize for turning his back to her like that. But then again, she shouldn't. For multiple reasons:
1) He would probably enjoy that too much.
2) She wanted to save the sex stuff for later.
3) They were going to have people over in a couple of hours and there was still a lot of shit left to do.
With a huff, Y/N decided to let the attitude slide. Going in the kitchen instead to start moving things forward for that night’s dinner party. While preparing the elaborate marinade for her roast chicken, she made a mental reminder to book Harry a session as well next time she called the nail place for an appointment. Jealous little brat, he was...
**
Despite her firm belief that she had already figured what Harry's problem was, Y/N still tried to get him to tell her what was wrong a few times throughout the rest of the day… but any time she asked, he kept acting like he was never even upset in the first place.
And truly, he was convincing… Y/N might have even believed him, if only he hadn’t gone the whole dinner without paying her any attention. Actually, the only time he’d leaned for a kiss and hug was when she'd handed him the birthday gift she’d saved for the party (she’d gotten him others, but this was the one she had determined to be that year's main one). And yes, the fact that he’d kissed and hugged her could have soothed her nerves a bit… if only when she tried to hold his hand under the table right after, he hadn’t pulled away and said he didn’t feel like touching - despite the neediness in his eyes telling a very different story.
By the time everyone had finished dessert, Y/N had already realized that his moodiness couldn’t just be due to him being jealous of her manicure… and, she had also figured whatever it was couldn't be that serious of a matter... because apparently, he was in a great mood for everyone else!
It really felt like she was the only person he wasn't taking notice of. Which was driving her even madder... Not only because she had gotten him a delicious 8 layer red velvet birthday cake from his favorite bakery, spent all afternoon preparing a nice dinner for his party, and gifted him a fancy, personalized leather wallet engraved with his name on it (that, for the record... had cost way more than she'd ever be willing to spend on a purse for herself), but also because she had legitimately done nothing wrong!
Y/N was totally already beginning to lose her patience by then…
But the last straw had to be when she tried to grab his attention by lovingly scratching at his nape, only for him to roll his eyes at her and carry on talking to their friends.
That was it. She had officially lost it.
The first opportunity she caught him alone, Y/N grabbed his wrist and began to pull him towards the kitchen. Harry was already a little tipsy from the Sangria he’d been drinking, so he didn’t question it. He went with it easily, smiling and turning a deaf ear once their friends started bandying and making suggestive quips regarding where and what the two of them were off to.
Little did they know their dear friend was in for it… and definitely not in a good way.
For his and her sake, Y/N really was hoping he would drop the attitude as soon as they got to the kitchen... otherwise, he was quite likely about to get his ass spanked with a wooden spoon. Door open for everyone to see. “Just because I never took away your orgasms, doesn't mean I won't start now.” The girl stated, closing the door and shoving him by the collar against the pantry. “I don't give a fuck what day it is. You better tell me what has gotten into you once and for all before I make you cry real tears on your birthday.”
Harry was aroused by her tone; It was written all over his face...
That was why Y/N chose to finish her statement off by pressing her lips on his.
The contrast between the roughness of her words and affection turning her boyfriend into a mess of want and need. He practically moaned once her hands cupped his bum over his jeans. Her body keeping him pined against the pantry door as they made out in the kitchen like two teenagers sneaking away from a crowded house party. “I wanted you to finger me tonight...” Harry admitted in between kisses. The effects of the alcohol and despair finally loosening his tongue. “But you got the nails so now you can't. It's why I got all moody over them... 'cause it was my special day and I wasn't getting what I wanted... I'm sorry. I know it's stupid.”
“Your feelings aren't stupid, Harry. We've been over this...” Y/N chastised, pulling away to cradle his throat as she looked into his eyes. “You being bad and keeping them from me is, though... because now, once everyone leaves, you know what's going to happen don't you?” He pouted, pretending to be disheartened even though he was well aware Y/N's punishment threats held nothing but promises of a great, intense sex night for him. “Once they leave, I want you to go into our room and wait for me on the bed. You’ll have to wait for a little bit because there’s something I need to take care of first…” His lip immediately jutted out in protestation. He hated when Y/N made him wait for playtime. “Don’t you dare whine about it. I don’t want to hear it.” She shut him up, not giving him the chance to complain. “Or would you rather I shove a plug up your ass and leave you to think about what you did instead?” He shook his head quickly, face dropping at the prospect of spending the whole night plugged up with an achy prick. “You’ve been very bad, Harry. You’re lucky I’ve been dying to get in your pants all day, otherwise I would probably do just that. Needy brat.”
**
Harry was exceptionally good after their little encounter in the kitchen. A bit clingy, yes. But Y/N couldn't honestly say she minded it after he had mulishly kept her deprived of his affection for hours. It was like night and day. Once the needy puppy in him finally came out, he could no longer keep his hands off. Not in a overly naughty way, but enough to make it known to their visitors that the two of them were looking forward to some alone together time.
Just like she had said earlier, as soon as everyone left, Y/N sent Harry off to their bedroom. She walked inside with him, but while he layed on the bed fiddling with his phone, she locked herself in the bathroom and pulled out a nail clipper and file, to try to shorten and fix her nails. It wasn't going to be an easy task... and definitely very time consuming, since they were thick, gel nails. It's why she ended up saying “fuck it” and doing just the ones that would be needed for the situation.
And lord, it looked absolutely sinful...
There was really no room for doubt as to what kind of purpose Y/N had two shorter nails in her hand for. But little did she know that, in terms of sinfulness, her nails were nothing compared to the lascivious view she was about to be presented with as she walked back inside the room.
While she had been busy in the bathroom, Harry had apparently decided to switch his dinner clothes for a pajama t-shirt... and conveniently forgone everything else. No pants. No underwear.
He was laying on his belly, sprawled on top of the quilt with one of his legs bent at the knee, what cleverly accentuated each line and curve of his perfectly sculpted, currently hairless body.
Y/N didn’t mind when Harry didn't shave, she loved his body hair... but there was something so tempting about seeing him all smooth. Perhaps it was the naughtiness of it... knowing he had purposefully spent time shaving every single curve and bend, just so she couldn't keep from having her hands all over all the time. And acting all innocent on top of it… pretending to be asleep with his cock and bum fully out… fucking tease.
As Y/N settled on the bed beside him, her hand immediately went to cradle his ass. She wanted to spank it red, but Harry looked genuinely sleepy, and she didn't want to stir him awake abruptly like that. So, she leaned down, mouth searching for the crease of his neck so that she could kiss it all over as her hand rubbed at his ass cheeks. “What's all this, hm?” She asked, groping the mushy flesh in her hands, teasing it beneath her fingers. “So, this is why my good boy has been acting up all day... ‘cause he wanted me to pull his pants down and find this smooth little ass...” She gave it a firm slap, earning a soft, sleepy whimper from Harry. “Fuck me, look at these peachy cheeks... just begging for someone to take a big bite out of them...”
“I wasn't acting up...” He grumbled. The sound muffled by the pillow he was still pressing his face against.
“Liar.” Y/N chastised with another slap to his bum. “So you wanted to have your ass fucked for your birthday... such a little whore, making me give up my pretty nails so you can get what you want.” He didn't answer, just smirked against the pillow. “You're not going to answer me?” The smile on his face spread wider, as he wiggled his bum against her hand with a provoking little “Nuh-uh”. – “Oh, so you're still being a brat... that's okay, you know I'm always in the mood to give a good spanking.”
The next few minutes were filled with nothing but the repetitive noises Y/N's palm made with each smack to Harry's ass, and the soft cries and ‘uhs’ that followed them, escaping through his gritted teeth.
He had always been a sucker for a good spanking... Y/N on the other hand, was a sucker for seeing him wabble around the house avoiding certain seats the next day because his cheeks were still sensitive and aching. “What should I do with you now, hm?” Her hand dipped down to stroke his cock, that was pressed down between him and mattress. Poor baby… she had barely even started, but he had already gone so hard just from a couple of spanks that he couldn’t even lie down properly anymore. “…Could always go get that toy you like, I suppose…” Y/N wondered out loud, knowing it would make him gasp. “The thick, long one that always makes you tear up a little bit when I push in… ‘cause it’s just so big, isn’t it? But you always take it so well after, cum so good from it hitting all your spots…”
“No no no. Just your hands. Please just- give me your fingers. I don't want toys. Just want to take you. Make me full of you. Just want to be full with you.” He pleaded, twisting his neck back for her to kiss him.
She did, but not before taking her fingers to her mouth. Coating them with a generous amount of spit before bringing them back down to brush over his sensitive hole. The angsty moan that left Harry at the feeling was ripened into a pleased hum once she leaned in to connect her lips to his.
Whenever toys were involved, they always made sure to use a decent lube or glide, but right then... Y/N was far too in the moment to pause things, and Harry didn’t seem too keen on stopping to grab the bottle either. She pushed her fingers in slowly, drawing a breath once she felt his hole clenching tightly around her digits. “Are you okay? Do you want me to go get the lube?”
“No, please don’t stop. I can take it. Promise I can take it.” Upon his confirmation, her hand nudged even deeper. Searching for that sweet spot that never failed to make his toes curl. She kept their mouths pressed together as she fingered him at a slow pace, just so she could drink every single moan and whimper that left his lips. Planning to keep on kissing them from beginning to end.
He tried to roll on the bed to get a hold of his swollen cock, but Y/N didn’t let him. Slinging a leg around his waist to keep him lying on his belly. “Ah, ah! Don't even think about it, puppy. Focus on my fingers stretching you open. It's what you wanted, isn't it?” Harry nodded, biting his lip and pressing himself back against her hand. Fucking himself on her fingers. “It better be, 'cuz this is all you'll get tonight.” Harry moaned at that, pushing his bum up to give her better access. “That's right. I went and clipped off my pretty nails just so I could finger this greedy ass... least you can do is be a good boy and cum from it. Make it good too. Make it messy.”
