by gricha | louis tomlinson/harry styles | dom/sub
24.9k | E
summary:
“I’m gonna fuck those little thoughts right out of your head,” Louis’ hand moves to Harry’s front to caress his covered dick, first with his whole hand, and once he finds a wet spot, he only uses his thumb, teasing him. “You’ll feel so much better soon, angel,” Harry feels Louis’ lips moving gently over his skin and closes his eyes. “By the time I finish with you, you won’t even be able to remember what was bothering you in the first place.”
harry is too caught on his own mind over something he recently discovered about himself, everything in him feels like it's falling apart until louis takes accountability on his hands. sometimes the bravest thing you can do is let yourself be held.
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an AU where harry’s dom, louis tomlinson, the CEO, punishes him.
This is kinda pretty much the roles reversed version of "Vanilla is not our flavour". Sub Harry, he's about to get a punishment for touching himself. (Someone tell me if the link works please.)
Warnings - A little bit of crying (subrry), cursing and well, smut.
A/N - Damn, this is the second longest smut piece I've ever written!
Kinks - Dry Humping, Mirror Sex, Mommy Kink, Over Stimulation.
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It was a formal get-together organized by a friendly colleague of Y/n's. "I've met some new professionals, and I think it's going to be helpful for the newbies to make some connections," she had told Y/n while they were having lunch together. Y/n had only appreciated her idea in response, saying that she too would love to chat with them.
When it came to the decision of a 'plus-one', everyone knew she was going to bring Harry. After all, it had almost been a year since they went public with their relationship. The party was formal, but it was held on the rooftop of a restaurant so everyone had settled on dressing up pretty casually.
Most men were seen wearing button-down shirts with pants or jeans, and women were mostly in flowy dresses. And Y/n was one of them – wearing a one piece long-maxi dress. Its sleeves came right till her elbow, the shoulders were puffed. It was plain black in colour and she had worn her platinum jewelry and white heels at the end. To match her Harry was wearing a shirt that faded from white on the top, to black at the bottom. Shedding leaves were patterned on the shirt, and he had styled it with a pair of retro-black jeans – tying the outfit together by wearing some black Converse that had white stripes on them.
She had french-twisted her bun, and Harry had his hair tousled to the side. They had left the house with Harry trying to seduce Y/n into a quickie, and Y/n sliding her hands on his chest, and leaning in to promise in his ear that she'd reward him if he'd be good for her at the party.
Both of them knew that she didn't need to tell him that – he knew his way around at any gathering. But, just out of habit, Y/n had radiated some dominance and almost called him a good boy. Which led to Harry's mind being in a frenzy all night.
They talked to people together, Harry's hand on her lower back as his thumb rubbed against her clothed-skin. As the time passed, Y/n had fled away from him and was chatting with other people while he was stuck in a group of men who he had no interest in talking with.
He was, at the end of the day, an introverted guy. Sure he walked on runways for the biggest of brands, for the millions of people to watch but he just couldn't shed down the shyness of his personality. And, y/n loved that.
He was an introvert, she was an extrovert so they balanced each other out perfectly. But a lot of the times she felt like she was leaving Harry out, abandoning him whenever they went out with many people. But Harry swore he wasn't bothered by it, well, most of the time he wasn't. But tonight wasn't like the most and he was very bothered by all of these people around him. He just wanted to be alone with his girlfriend, but he knew that she wouldn't want to leave this party due to the 'important' people that were here.
So, he excused himself out of the group chat and beelined his way to Y/n, who was clearly faking a laugh. "Hi," he mumbled as he kissed her jaw, his hand immediately sneaking around her waist. He needed to be touching her to stay calm or he would surely lose his mind by all of this overwhelmness.
"Hi," she genuinely smiled back at him, kissing his cheek in return. "Meet Harry, my boyfriend," she introduced him to the lady she was talking to. "Harry, this is Ms. Holly, an expert-tailor for Gucci," she said regarding the lady.
Holly extended her arm to shake hands with him. Harry dreaded having to touch anyone else, but out of politeness, he did. "Of course I know him!" She exclaimed and then added a brag, "the world renowned model – Harry Styles." She wasn't really exaggerating, it was true – still a blush creeped up Harry's neck as he mumbled a small 'thank you'. She turned her head at the call of her name and muttered, "it was very nice to meet you guys," with a wide smile before walking away.
Harry, on the other hand, was getting impatient. He did not want to be near anyone else but Y/n right now. "How long is it going to take?" Was the first thing Harry asked her, moving closer to her so that their bodies were touching.
"I think we'll be having dinner soon, and should leave after that. Why?" She asked him, wrapping her hand around his bicep. "Is something wrong?" She continued when his eyes flicked away from hers.
"No, everything's fine. Just wanna go home," he muttered lowly, suddenly remembering that there were people around who had caused him to straighten his back.
Y/n understood just then that he wasn't feeling it tonight. She knew it could be hard to socialize sometimes, especially as an introvert. And, over time she had realized that Harry wasn't quick to voice his discomfort in public until he was feeling too overwhelmed.
"Okay, let's just bid our goodbyes quickly," she said, kissing his temple.
Then Harry's eyes went wide. "W-what?" He stuttered. "I can wait a little longer, I know this is important for you," he assured her.
"Well, it isn't really important for me, per se. After all, this was hosted for the new employees, and I know most of these people," she said with a slight roll of her eyes.
Harry knew that if this really was important, Y/n wouldn't be this dismissive about it and ready to leave. And, while the host was a good friend of theirs and would understand, Harry still wanted to respect her and well, it was only a matter of time now.
He'll just spend it listening to people chat and laughing every once in a while. "Its only going be a little more. We've stayed for so long, might as well stay till the end," Harry shrugged.
"Are you sure? Because I'm ready to go home," Y/n told him, feeling a little unsure when he replied with a 'yes'. "Okay, but tell me when you want to leave, yeah?"
"Mhm," he hummed, pecking her lips before putting on a wide grin on seeing a couple approaching them. He knew that if he were to behave good right now, he'll be rewarded for it at the end of the night, in his bedroom that he shared with Y/n.
He brushed his uneasiness under the rug right then and there, and decided that if he's going to stay for longer, he might as well make it fun.
That's when all the sneaky touches and grazes started. Brushing up against her bum, or kissing her jaw, or spreading his legs when he sat in front of her. He knew that she was catching up with him, and he loved seeing her ignore his antics and interact professionally with the people who thought licking her ass would get them somewhere.
"Don't make me take you home, Harry," she leaned in to whisper in his ear, smiling at him later to make sure that the people around didn't think they were having any issues.
It was a warning, but Harry was suddenly feeling way too confident. He proceeded to tease her throughout the night. When it did come down to dinner, he was hoping he would get her alone but Y/n invited a couple over and decided to mingle with them instead. Now, she was doing it intentionally.
If he was going to act like a brat, then he was going to be treated like one.
He kept brushing his thigh against her, kept slipping his hand way too low on her back and even kept a hand on the inside of her thigh as they chatted and ate desert.
At the end of the night, Y/n made sure to stay as long as she could. She knew it'd frustrate Harry, but that's what he gets for acting up. "Please, need you," he whispered defeatedly in her ear, again moving closer to her in a manner that their sides touched. The rebelliousness in him was gone once he wasn't in the spotlight anymore.
A smirk pulled up on her lips, as a woman walked away from her and towards the car her husband was sitting in. "Yeah, what do you need, baby? She asked him, just filling up time knowing that he wasn't going to be 'rewarded'.
"Anything. Anything from you, I promise I'll be good," he cried silently, his hold on her hand tight as they walked to their car.
"What good will be being good now? You've been nothing but a brat for most of the night," Y/n said as a matter of fact, sitting in the driver's seat of the car as Harry slipped in the passenger side, feeling dominated and fuzzy.
"But I was also good! I waited for the night to be over, and I socialized! I was good!" Harry shifted in his seat to partially face her and insisted. "I behaved well!" Frowning, he said, feeling like he was being injusticed.
Y/n shrugged again, and Harry was feeling more and more agitated. "Who are you trying to convince, baby?" She asked, looking straight ahead at the road.
"I- but I was good!" Harry whined this time, wanting some sort of acknowledgement for his good behaviour.
"Oh? So was it me who sat with my legs spread when people were watching? Or was I brushing up against you as you talked to some people who were ecstatic to be in the same room as you? Ok, wait up – was it me who had my hand on your thigh as you sat with your new colleague on a dinner table. Well, it surely was me who's hand was slipping lower and lower down your back, wasn't it?" Y/n looked away from him once she was finished, a victorious smirk on her face as finally Harry had nothing to say.
She heard him sigh and saw from the corner of her eyes as he shifted again and sat straight this time, peeping out of the window. Just because she didn't want to push him too far, she placed her hand on his thigh, rubbing her thumb against it as they drove without any more talking, with music playing on medium volume.
Harry never once looked at her again but Y/n wasn't fazed by it. She had seen him like this before, and she wasn't going to melt at this little drama and not punish him. He was going to get what he deserved, whether good or bad.
Harry felt she was being unfair – he deserved something after that long night. Yes, he didn't behave well for the whole of night, but what about the parts when he was a good boy?
Once they reached the garage, she shifted her hand from his thigh and placed it behind his seat as she backed inside once the automatic doors opened. She didn't miss the way his head turned so quickly at the loss of her touch.
"C'mon, I can't wait to get to bed." Y/n said as she got out of the car and in that moment, Harry's stomach dropped.
He trailed behind her, feeling low because she just denied touching him but somewhere inside him, something told him that it wasn't going to be this easy. He watched the sway of her bum as she climbed the stairs ahead of him, feeling painfully hard in his pants. He was sure he had a wet patch on his underwear by now.
He sat on the bed after changing and saw as Y/n paced around the room, removing her jewelry and make up or taking down her hair and changing her clothes or putting her purse away. And, Harry's pretty sure this is the longest it has ever taken Y/n to unwind.
When finally she came to the bed, Harry couldn't help but curl around her like a little puppy. He layed his head in her lap as she went through some of her mails, making circles on her thigh with his index finger.
Y/n faked a yawn above him and made sure he realized that she had put her phone away. And just when he did, he sat up straight, looking at her with pleading eyes. "Please, mommy," he whispered, his eyes glossing over. "Need you."
That's when she knew it was go time.
"Why don't you use my thigh, baby? I'm too tired tonight to give you anything more," she said as she slipped down the bed, raising her thigh up a little.
Harry only nodded frantically, getting up on his knees to unbutton his sweats. "Keep them on, don't want the bed to get dirty," he heard her say and her slight coldness was starting to get to him as he felt more and more sensitive by each second.
"Y-yes mommy," he said before putting one of his knees on the other side of her thigh, and lowering on it. The moment he felt slight pressure on his dick, he let out a whiny noise as he built a pace, going back and forth on her thigh. His head was thrown back and somewhere, he was waiting for Y/n's hands. Anywhere, he just wanted her to touch him.
But when he opened his eyes, he saw that she had picked her phone up again felt pathetic to still be grinding. But he couldn't stop himself, not when he felt so sensitive and felt like comming already. So, he used his own hands to pinch his nipples and travel on his abdomen and neck – they weren't as soft as hers but felt good nevertheless.
"Oh fuck," he breathed as his body felt hotter and his pace of rubbing increased and then broke. It was hard to keep it the same when he felt pleasure getting more intense and he kept on touching his body.
"Stop."
His hips stuttered once, but they didn't stop. "Hm- w-what?" He asked, still going.
"I said, stop. Won't say it again," Y/n said from below him, her voice stern and her phone gone.
Harry stopped, but his hips were still twitching every other second. He looked down when her hands held his hips in place, and met her furious eyes. He got off of her when she lowered her leg and watched in despair when she got off the bed.
She moved to braid her hair in front of the mirror and Harry felt like he was going to lose it. "I need to come, please. I'll do anything," Harry begged, his eyes glazed over and mind fuzzy. He was aching so badly, he just needed to release.
Y/n walked back to the bed, and offered him her hand to help him get off the bed. Her brows were raised at the corners, and her eyes had fallen into angry slits.
Harry met the floor on wobbly legs, and kept holding her hand as she took the two of them to the bathroom. He wasn't even confused, he just wanted to come.
"I'm going to punish you in front of the mirror, so you can see just how bratty and pathetic you are." Her tone was firm and slightly disapproving, as she switched on the lights.
Harry was pulsing by now, sure that he was going to burst if she even brushed against his body. "Sit." She commanded him and he slid atop the counter which had a mirror in front of it. Right now, his back was faced the mirror. "Back on that wall," Y/n ordered him again, tapping her foot impatiently as she watched him dumbly figure out the obvious position.
"Took my dumb baby too long to just sit?" She teased him, lowering her head to look at him when he looked down. "Why so shy now?" She cooed at him, raising his chin by her thumb and index finger.
"Please," he whispered again, looking at her with doe eyes and wobbly lips.
Y/n only hummed in response, brushing away the waves that had fallen and stuck on this forehead. "Begging is a good look for you," she told him, a small smile on her face as she wiped the sweat off of his skin and pressed a chaste kiss on his lips.
"I'll give you one more chance to be a good boy," she said and watched his eyes light up. "Spread your legs for me."
And Harry did, very eagerly so. He turned to look at himself in the mirror on her command and saw 'just how pathetic he looked'. His cock sat on his tummy, achingly hard – its tip an angry red and beads of precum leaking from its slit.
"See, what a mess you are and I haven't even touched you once," she bragged with a proud smirk. "Looking so fucked out already," she teased, chuckling when his cheeks turned red.
"You wanted to come, right? Think you've earned it?" She asked him, her hands behind her back. She scoffed at his silence, "sure you did."
Bending towards him, she placed her hands on his thighs. "So, you will come." She said as if she had it planned all along. And before Harry could do or feel anything else, she was spitting in her hand. "Colour?" She asked, and held his cock when he mumbled "green." She gave him a few strokes before leaning further in to press a kiss right on his slit.
He hissed at the feeling, and already started bucking into her hands. "Sit still or I will stop," he heard her say and placed his bum down again, feeling overwhelmed will all the pleasure. He felt so sensitive down there, that he was ready to come already.
Y/n wrapped her mouth around his cock, and started sucking on it. She didn't go all the way down, instead pumped the length that wasn't in the mouth, with her hand. The precum kept leaking in her mouth and she kept spurting little bits of it out, watching as it slid down his girth. She was having fun, watching as he ached to move but was wise enough to not fuck up his one chance of getting a release.
She felt his thighs start to shake and his veins grow more prominent under her hold, and knew he was going to cum.
"Fuck, fuck- m-mommy, gonna cum-" he stuttered. So she sucked just a bit harder, swept a kitten lick once more on his slit and he was shooting ropes of white cum in her mouth. And, when she backed away just after a few, some of the cum went on her chin and the rest went on her hand.
Tera were slipping down Harry's cheeks as he quivered. He felt way too sensitive now but he also felt as he was electrified. Ecstasy and bliss flowed in his body at the release and he felt like he could come again just by reminiscing on the pleasure he was feeling.
But he felt too sensitive so when he opened his eyes, and saw Y/n wipe the cum off her chin and hold it out for him to lick, he did and had her finger come out clean.
"Such a good little pup, aren't you?" She praised him, wiping the tears away. A little pout formed on her lips, "came so fast – barely even touched you," she said and Harry knew the pout was to mock him.
She moved away and wiped some sweat off of her own forehead. "Think I want a taste one more time, do you think you can give it to me?"
"Too sens-sensitive, mommy," Harry whispered.
"But you wanted to come baby – you thought you'd earned it!" Y/n claimed, looking at him with a surprised expression. "I think you should come once more, after all, you were so good for me all night," she shrugged with a chuckle.
Harry felt mocked and taunted and as much as he wanted to be offended, he didn't feel so. Instead, he felt blood rush to his dick yet the tip was so sensitive that the slight breath of Y/n was making him wince.
"Gonna be your g-good boy, mommy," Harry choked out.
"Cry all you want, baby– I'm starting to think you're quite enjoying this," Y/n said with her gaze settled on Harry's hard on. "Such a brat," she teased him, looking at his flushed face.
Y/n leaned in again, this time she was kneeled on the floor as she took him in all the way. His tip went a little past the back of her throat and she gagged, before pulling him out completely.
She wiped the saliva off her chin by the back of her hand as she looked up at the way he had thrown his head back. "Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me," she calmly ordered him.
Still looking up at him, she took his cock in her mouth again. Now, she going all the way in with every bob of her head. Saliva mixed with his precum trickled down her chin and on the marble floor as gagging and gurgling sounds filled the bathroom.
She still hadn't looked away, her eyes had glossed over and Harry felt the knot in his belly moving lower and lower. God, she was being so messy he felt like bursting at the seams.
She backed off for a minute to breath. "What was that?" She asked him when she saw his mouth move. "Can't hear you over all the noise you're making, baby," she said, taunting him again.
"So- so good mommy," Harry heaved, his lips bitten and face looking as if it was sprayed with water.
"Aw, you're out of breath! Was that too fast baby?" She laughed, getting up on her knees again. The floor below her was a bit slippery now because of her sweat and the mess she had made. She smiled when Harry chuckled and shook his head lightly before she took him in her mouth again.
She sucked on his sensitive tip for a bit before taking him in, inch by inch with each bob of her head.
"Jusus- fuck I'm gonna come again," she heard Harry groan, and increased her pace. She reached his base, the baby hair tickling her nose as she stayed like that before backing off. She took a huge breath in before going all the way down again.
The tip of his cock hit the back of her throat again and again, and the gurgling sounds were back. Her hand crawled up his chest before she started pinching and twisting his nipple, while her other hand played with his tight balls.
"O-oh mommy! I'm cumming, I'm cum-cumming," Harry shrieked, heaving heavily and shaking before he felt himself start to release in her mouth.
Y/n though wasn't stopping which caused the cum to dribble down her chin along with her saliva. The floor below her was covered in the mess she had made and when she finally took her mouth off of him, she had completely milked him out and immediately sat back on the floor.
"Fuck, that was good," she chuckled, breathing heavily. Some of the hair strands had fallen out of her braid, and framed her face while the white t-shirt she had been wearing was drenched in sweat and her saliva, making her boobs quite visible. "Another one, baby? Think you deserve one more?" She laughed.
Harry remained limp atop the counter, heaving with his eyes closed and a small grin on his mouth. His hair was sticking on his forehead again and lips were bitten into a sharp pink colour. "Can never earn that mouth of yours," he laughed dryly, shaking his head with all his might.
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I agree with you and the anon that this receipt is likely fake. As you say the use of the staff titles really gives it away. The “Girl talk about swoon worthy” “most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen in my life”. Just too wattpad-like to me.
Also agree that I dislike the Louis that exists in this receipt. But you make a good point about the consent of Harry if that is their actual dynamic. So my question to you is this a common theory about H/L? Is there a tag I could read up on that alludes to this? I know it’s a popular dynamic in fan fic, but do a lot of Larries think this is the reality? I’ve never really thought about it.
I think there are a fair number of people that think Harry is quite submissive with Louis (Just to be clear, when I say submissive, I don’t mean letting Louis do whatever he wants), and that they both care for each other in a pretty typical dom/sub sort of way (whether they’re aware they’re doing that or not is anyone’s guess).
You can look through my SUB HARRY tag and I have a SUPPORTIVE HARRY tag which likely has posts relating to how H cares for Louis.
DADDY LOUIS has a lot of posts with him just looking hot, but it probably also has similar posts to the sub Harry where he shows a dominant quality.
I also have a PICK SOMEONE WHO’S SUPPORTIVE tag which likely has posts about both both, but is meant to be my tag for Louis and how he looks out for Harry.
WE KNOW TOO MUCH has a lot of posts about their sex life which they have happily put out into the world for years.
And before I get angry anons, all of this is just based on observation. It’s not a definitive declaration that any of us know what dynamics they actually have.
Dom Kim who has forever grappled with his tendencies, because while doing a scene here and there is nice and scratches the itch, what he really wants is someone he can fully control - not only in the bedroom. Someone who will eat and dress and live and breathe according to his will and his will alone. Someone who sees and values and agrees that he knows better. That whatever they are doing with themselves and their lives, he can improve upon it. He and only he can see the fault-lines, understands how to fix them. How he needs someone to let him.
Only he feels terrible about it, about that want inside him, because what kind of person does that make him, that he wants that, wants someone to be subservient to him in such a way, to be his thing first and foremost. That he has a need to control someone so fully, something deeper than just getting off on it (though there is that too), almost an integral yearning. What kind of monster would want that? What sort of person looks at someone like a project and arrogantly assumes that the other one isn't capable of improving themselves?
So he's been suppressing that part of him hard, all his life, tells himself that it's just like intrusive thoughts and not to be taken seriously - it's not who he really is. But it also means that he's never had a relationship that lasted longer than a few months, because even someone who is into the kink like he is doesn't like how controlling he gets in every day life, how he starts getting angry at them for not wearing the right clothes, eating the right things, because I can take care of myself, Kim.
And this Kim Kitsuragi meets Harry duBois.
A mess of a man. A disaster. Unstable and prone to fits and such a bad idea on so many levels. The last person anyone sane should want to get involved in.
And yet he can't stop himself, can't keep the obsessive thoughts from consuming him more and more:
This is a man who would benefit from someone else controlling him
This is a man who cannot improve himself no matter how much he wants to
This (might) be a man who would thank you on his knees for taking La Responsibilité
This is a man who can only be made better and who is clearly incapable of managing that feat on his own
This is a man no one else - including himself - is interested in controlling or fixing.
This is a man screaming silently and desperately for someone to devote himself to
Celebrating Valentine's Day with Harry is always fun.
For the first two years of your relationship, the two of you felt somewhat pressured to make the day as perfect as possible, leading to some funny- but awkward, situations.
But here you are now, a year into your marriage and everything just feels right. There's no awkwardness, no anxiety about whether or not the other will like the gift you bought, just no worries whatsoever.
You and Harry have plans for dinner later, but other than that today's simply a day to relax and enjoy each others company.
He brought you breakfast in bed, insisting that he feed you the sliced strawberries even though you're perfectly capable of doing it on your own.
It was when you were wrapping your hair so that it would be ready for dinner, that you first saw it.
You thought you were going crazy. Seeing things maybe.
The bright red that poked out of the waistband of Harry's pants when he bent down to grab the remote from the coffee table , or reached to get something from the very top shelf in the kitchen.
It wasn't until you grabbed his hips to "squeeze by" him, letting your hands slightly creep under his shirt, that you felt the lacey material, making your eyes widen as you try to hide your reaction.
For the rest of the day you made sure to ask Harry to do things that required him to bend or stretch, just wanting another peek at what he was wearing under his pants.
You thought he'd catch on eventually and realize that you knew about his dirty little secret, but he never said a word. Just flashed that bright smile and gave you a kiss on the cheek.
"Harry love, can you come here real quick?", you call for Harry from your spot on the couch, tired of letting your nasty thoughts run rampant when you could just have the real thing.
"Yeah babe?", he asks as he comes to stand in between your spread legs.
Placing your hands on his waist, you lightly tug him down, allowing him to take a seat in your lap.
You wordlessly let your hands travel below the waistline of his pants, Harry's eyes tracking your every movement.
"What's this, hm?" You ask him, one finger pulling the band of the lace before letting it snap back on his skin.
"Your present.", he says cheekily, lustful eyes meeting your own.
"My present?", you ask and he nods. "So should I unwrap it now or later?"
~~~
"Fuck baby, just like that."
Moans echo around the bedroom, your head tossed back onto a pillow while you struggle to keep your legs open, not wanting to crush Harry's head between your thighs.
You tug at his hair, trying to pull him impossibly closer and Harry moans at the feeling.
You've stripped completely and Harry's shirt and pants are long gone, leaving him in only his lingerie.
Harry feels like he's in heaven. His face is buried in your sweet pussy, he hasn't even thought of coming up for air yet. You catch the way his hips dig into the duvet, the lace of his panties giving him the delicious friction he craves.
He's moaning into you, letting you fuck his face.
"That's it, make me cum."
And that he does. Harry’s mouth is relentless, never leaving your clit even after your first orgasm. You gently push his head away, but he doesn’t budge.
“Wan’ more.”, he mumbles against you, those pretty green eyes flicking up to yours. “Let me have more, please.”
There’s no way you could possibly say no to a request like that, a wordless nod giving Harry the green light.
“You’re so good f’me,”, you moan out, back arching and hips bucking further into Harry’s mouth,“Mommy’s greedy girl, hm?”
“Yes- fuck yes.”, Harry whimpers against your pussy, the vibrations causing you to cry out.
“Yeah?”, you taunt with a breathy laugh. “Is mommy’s girl gonna cum in those pretty panties of hers?”
A whiny “Mhm.”, is all Harry can manage before he’s moaning consistently against you, hips bucking wildly into the bed.
His head rests against your thigh as he recovers, eyes fluttering shut.
“Feel good baby?”, you ask and you get a tired confirmation from Harry.
You reach a hand down to stroke his messy hair, pushing it out of his face before grabbing a handful, tugging lightly to wake him up.
His widen eyes meet yours, lips falling in a slight pout.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
~~~
“I can’t- Mommy please, I just came.”
Harry’s whimpering complaint falls on deaf ears as you palm him through his soiled underwear.
He’s half hard again and handcuffed to the headboard, preparing for you to ride him.
“I know honey, I know.”, you reassure him condescendingly. “You sensitive?”
Harry nods his head, biting his lip to contain the pathetic sounds wanting to spill out.
He lifts his hips as you pull off his last piece of clothing, stroking him a few times before straddling his legs.
You align yourself with his cock, sinking down slowly to adjust to his girth.
Your mouth is hung open in a silent moan, while Harry hisses through his teeth, tugging at his restraints.
“Fuck.”, he groans when you’re fully seated around him.
There’s a small break, your head rested against his chest as the both of you catch your breath. It’s short lived though, your hips raising and slamming back down against his.
Harry cries out at that, handcuffs rattling with every movement he makes.
You’re not much better, guttural moans being pulled from you with each thrust.
“Please please please, let me cum.”, Harry begs.
“Already?”, you ask, hands traveling up to his neck. “But I’ve only cum once, how’s it fair that you get to cum again?”, you pout, teasing him.
“I’m sorry- you just feel so good. I need it, please.”
“You need it? Hm?”, you say as your hips start a slow grind. Harry nods at your question, eyes low.
He watches as you lean forward to kiss up his neck, stopping right by his ear.
coming home to Harry fingering himself for the first time because he was curious, but u guys never did that before and he notices u standing there so he gets so embarrassed and pulls his fingers out of himself and he's really sad because 1. he was feeling really good and his orgasm was so close and 2. because he's sad you'll think he's a freak, so he's really awkward for the next couple days, but u end up reassuring him that u thought it was super hot and u tell him to hop up on the counter with his legs bent and you finger him right there. He's moaning so loud and his legs keep trying to close because he's feeling so good
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Holding a vibe to the outside of Harry's hole and he just begs and cries so much for it to be inside him and he ends up cumming from just the vibrations on his hole 🥵🔥💦💦
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subrry blurb: soft spot
Warnings: Smut, Cursing, Sextoys
Wordcount: 3.8k
hey guys! 💗 first of all, thank you to everyone who helped flood my inbox with amazing requests these last few weeks! I really love them and I want to reply to as many as I can! The thing is... I'm a very slow writer 😥 So, to make things quicker, I'll try to do some mixing and matching, not only because it helps me move through requests faster but also because I think some of your requests can fit really well together. I hope you like this one 💞
AN : Just so no one gets confused, this is before Harry and Y/N moved in together.
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“Baby! Can you come help me with your manly strength?!” You called from the hall as you walked inside your apartment. Arms full of transparent bags with coats underneath.
The weather was starting to get a bit chilly so you had sent all your winter coats to the dry cleaners, just so they were good to go by the time you needed them. They had called for you to come get them last week, but you hadn’t had time to go there yet.
It was mostly laziness from your part, but it also didn't help that they closed near you clock-out time. You'd let Harry know about your postponing earlier that day, which had been a mistake since now he kept teasing that they were going to throw your coats out. That was what ultimately made you jump in your car right as you clocked out of work that day to go pick them up.
You’d left in such a rush that you didn’t even properly say goodbye to Harry... who had been spending his day off with you at your apartment since you had the possibility of working from home. You just shouted from the hallway that you were going to pick up your coats and slammed the front door.
And now he wasn’t replying to your call for help.
Had he left?
You were already feeling a little ill at heart thinking he might have gotten upset over your shortness of affection and went back to his apartment.
He had done it once before for feeling like he was bothering you while you worked, so it wasn't that unreasonable to think he might have pulled a similar stunt. Thankfully the faint noises coming from your bathroom as you walked by proved you wrong before you had the chance to start phone bombing him. “Harry?” You called a bit louder.
“Y/N?!” His voice sounded half squeaky and was followed by the thud of something falling to the floor. The weird buzzing sound you’d heard before got louder. He cursed. What the hell was he up to in there? His bustling was concealed by the noise of the faucet that had just started running on blast. “Don’t come in! I-uh, I’ll be out in a second!” He yelled, what made the whole thing even more suspicious.
“Okay. I’ll… be in the bedroom.” You said, although you lingered by the door for another beat. There was nothing too fishy after that, so you mentally shrugged and gave him back his privacy.
But when Harry finally appeared at the bedroom door, his demeanor didn't help the funny feeling you’d gotten earlier at all. His face was weary-pink all over. His pupils watery and inflated, just like they got when he got the fuck me eyes.
“Hi!” He chirped but seemed somewhat hesitant to come over to you, which was a odd, taken you were used to him almost knocking you to the ground with the force of his hugs as soon as he saw you were home.
Your eyes narrowed. “Did you clog my toilet or something?”
“I-uh… yeah! A little bit.”
He wasn’t being completely honest. That much was obvious. If it were true, he would have been super embarrassed instead of admitting to it so openly. Before you could start prying for the truth though, Harry seemed to jump out of whatever daze he was in. He hotfooted over and climbed onto your lap and began kissing your face all over. “I missed you.”
Well, at least he sounded honest about that.
“I was gone for 20 minutes...” You tried to reason as you crossed your arms around his back and pulled him for a hug. “What were up to while I was out?”
“Uhhh…” His voice droned, making the situation seem all more suspicious. “Do you want tea? I was going to make one before you got here.”
“And were you going to drink that tea or were you just making one as an excuse to have a cookie?” You asked knowingly. That was one of your secret favorite Harry quirks. The way he always said he wanted tea but then only drank half or less of it, basically what got in the cookies he dipped inside his mug.
“Uh... cookie.” He muttered against your shoulder, trying to hide his smile.
Your hand came down to swat his ass. It was a playful smack, that wasn’t supposed to lead to anything other than maybe some flirty banter. And it would have probably been like that, if it wasn’t for the soft, needy mewl Harry let out in response and the roll of his hips that followed.
“Are you horny baby?” You asked, a little surprised but not entirely shocked.
“Yeah… so horny.” He admitted, pressing his front against your belly. Had he been this hard the entire time? You were only now feeling it. “Can you help me, please?”
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After the love-making was done you kept Harry company in the kitchen while he had his tea- dunked cookies. He said he felt fine, but in your eyes, he'd gone a little off-beam after his orgasm, so you kept him close. Holding his hand over the tabletop and playing with his fingers. Something else in his mood was off though. He seemed… impatient. Nervous about something. What brought your mind back to what he might've been up to in your bathroom when you got home.
Whatever it was, you knew it was unlikely that he’d left evidence behind that would help you ferret out the truth… or at least that was your impression until you saw his eyes pop as you excused yourself from the table to go pee. Scratch that first thought. There was definitely something in there.
What was it? You asked yourself as you stared around the room. Nothing seemed out of place. There was nothing hiding behind the shower curtain... none of your bathroom trinkets were broken or missing...
Everything looked right as you had left it.
The only thing that stood out to you was a tiny foil edge from one of the Sephora samples you kept but never got to use. It was peeking out of one of the counter drawers. You were guessing Harry shouldn't have anything to do with that, but you still opened the drawer to fix it.
Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked inside. There had clearly been a stir up in there since the morning. You snorted. Had Harry been going through your face stuff? Was that it?
Chuckling at his silliness, you began to fix the jumble he’d left behind. Only you never got the chance to get far into your tidying, because your hands grasped something that made them go motionless. There was a silicone-textured thing stowed at the back. One that certainly didn't belong at the bottom your bathroom drawer. It was still lukewarm too…
Harry. That sneaky, dirty little shit…
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It was cruelly amusing for you to watch Harry’s uneasiness for the next 2 hours, since you had taken it upon yourself to basically make it impossible for him to do what he so obviously wanted... which was to put your toy back in its proper place without you noticing.
When you asked what he wanted to do after dinner, he suggested watching a movie in the living room. Most likely hoping you'd fall asleep on the couch halfway into it, but you said you would prefer to do that in bed by using the half-assed excuse that it was much comfier for cuddling.
So the bed is where you ended up, although you hadn’t put any movie to run yet. And speaking of running, that was what you did when Harry asked if you could go microwave some popcorn. His face lit up once he saw you get up to leave the room. “You must really want that popcorn, huh?” You asked, unable to pass up the opportunity to mess with him a little.
“Huh?” He asked back, a little confused by the question.
“You look really excited about them.”
“Oh uh, yeah. I am. You know… my sweet tooth and all...” There was a smile on his face as you left the room, but it faded back into a moue once he realized you hadn’t waited by the microwave for the popcorn to be done like he was expecting you to. Instead, once he was sneaking back inside the bedroom from the bathroom, he was met with you already plopped over the mattress again.
You could hear his feet doing a quick one-eighty back to where he had come from. The microwave dinged then, and you didn’t miss a beat. “Since you're halfway there, you don’t mind going to get our popcorn do you?”
Even though you couldn’t see Harry's face, you could practically feel the frustration steaming from him as he replied. “Yeah fine. I’ll go get it.”
The following time he walked into the room with his adorable fretful face and a bowl of popcorn in his hands was the moment you became aware that you were physically incapable of carrying on containing your smirk for longer. Up until then you'd been concealing it with covert bites to your lip, but your facade was crumbling. The annoyed frown on his face was too cute to ignore. “Baby,” You called him, patting your lap. “Come here.”
He froze by the door. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just wanna talk to you.” Your reply did little to nothing to break the ice from his features. “Come come.”
He looked hesitant but still went, straddling your lap just like he had earlier. “I know you have been playing with my toys.” Even if you didn't know for sure, the way he buried his face in your neck and clung to your shirt would have given him away. And yet, despite the truth being self-evident, he still shook his head. “No? Are you sure? I feel like you have…” You pressured, running your hand through his hair. “You can tell me, you know that don’t you? I won’t get upset or think it’s weird…”
Harry’s voice was small when he asked, “You promise you won’t?”
“I promise.” You assured, before having a try at asking something to which you also already knew the answer to. “So which one did you use?”
“I don’t know.” He responded, sniffling before offering a few more details. “It was like, a small orange one? It got warm when I turned it on…”
“Oh. That's a good one.” You praised, genuinely enthusiastic. “Did you use up the whole battery?”
“Uh… I don’t think so?!” He said, pulling his head off your shoulder to see you. “I- I barely got to start ‘cause you, you know…”
“I interrupted didn't I?” Your voice filled in when his trailed off. He nodded fickly. “I’m sorry lovie... If I had known what you were up to, I wouldn’t have bothered you. It must’ve felt so good over the tip, right?” You noticed his face turning red, before he hid it in your neckline again. “What is it baby? Did you use it somewhere else too?” He let out a groan. His nose pushing deeper into your neck. “You don’t wanna tell me?”
You felt his head shake firmly. “Can we put on the movie now, please?”
“Yeah, of course.” You let up, resolving that you would wait and approach the topic again later, whenever he was in a more relaxed headspace.
That was the right thing to do.
In theory.
In practice, it was proving to be much more difficult than it should be.
The mental image of Harry using your toy to get off was making your brain restless. You wanted to know how it looked like against the pinkness of his tip. You wanted to see him shake and moan from all the sweet vibrations. You wanted to see... but most of all you wanted to help.
You weren’t upset that he’d gone and explored a little by himself. It was only natural and healthy... but you also couldn’t help but want to be there next time he got off like that. You had to be there. Whether you would be using the toy on him or waiting for him to finish to call him a messy boy and clean off his mess with your tongue was just a minor detail.
You sighed. Someday, maybe.
After shaking the thought away from your head for the millionth time that night, you got up from bed to go grab a glass of water from the kitchen while you waited for Harry to come back from the shower he’d went for after the movie ended. As you walked by the bathroom, his voice startled you, coming from the door you werent expecting to be ajar. “Where are you off to?” He asked.
“Kitchen.” You replied as you stood and watched him.
“Hm.” He hummed, “Why did you stop here then, found something you'd like to eat better?” He had the audacity to ask when he saw you look him up and down as he dried himself. And well, then, your mind sorta went blank.
One second you were standing by the bathroom door watching him run a towel down his legs, the other you had him sat on the bathroom counter while your mouth sucked on his neck.
“I haven’t put it back.” You mumbled against his skin. “The toy. I saw it and… haven’t put it back. I was hoping you'd let me see or um… maybe I could use it on you? If you want.” Harry’s grip tightened around the roots of your hair. His yes was murmured as he craned his neck to the side for your lips. “Are you sure? You don’t have to say yes just because I asked…”
“I want,” He stuttered. “I want you using it on me. Have been thinking about it all night.”
Harry’s towel hit the floor, leaving him bare to your ravenous eyes and hands. You ran them all over him, before blindly reaching in your drawer to pull out your poorly concealed sex toy. You turned on its buttons with owner familiarity and applied the same concept to his body. Making use of your knowledge on his soft-spots to trace a path down the skin of his chest with the toy. One you knew would give him goosebumps...
“You’re nervous?” You asked lowly, noticing him wince once he felt the vibrations you were ruling dancing over his pelvic region.
He swallowed and nodded. “Just ‘cause we have never done this before.” He assured you, curling your fingers together with his. “Don’t stop, okay? I want it. Ah fuck-” Harry moaned once he felt the vibrations progress down his pelvis and reach the place he was most sensitive in. He squeezed your hand tightly. So tightly that you felt his nails dig sickle-shapes over your knuckles.
“Do you like it here, like this?” You asked, lightly coursing the vibrator throughout the sides of his length. You smiled once you noticed his body stiffening, in more ways than one. He moaned, and with a pleased hum you drove the vibrations up to his tip. “How about here?”
“Ngh! Yes!” He breathed into the space between you, with his eyes fixed on the place your toy was circling his pink glans. Its lumpy, vibrating edge now dampened by the watery fluid deriving from his pleasure.
It left behind a wet trail as you drove the toy down, pressing it right between his balls. It gave him a spasm and made him giggle, which made you laugh too. So he was ticklish there... you'd make sure to remember that next time he acted like a brat. The possibility of using a vibe to turn Harry into laughing, crying, bouncy mess would add a fun twist to your punishments for sure. But, for the time being, you were going to play nice and make him feel good. Hence why your hand guided the toy a little further back, to massage his perineum. “Do you like it here better?” His confirming answer was groaned into your ear. “Yeah? I bet you put it somewhere else too while you were playing by yourself though, didn’t you?”
Harry nodded frantically. “L-Lower.”
“Where’s lower, baby?” You played dumb, even though you knew exactly where he meant. You wanted to hear him say it, which he didn’t, but his body was telling you all you needed to know. He had leaned back against the mirror and pulled up the heels of his feet to rest over the counter’s edge. He’d done it unthinkingly, but for a reason. The reason being that he wanted his pretty, puckered hole to be showing. He was showing it to you… trying to lure you into going there.
“It would be easier if you used your words, pup.” Harry let out a fussy whimper at that, reaching to grab your hand and guiding it there himself just so he got the vibrations right where he needed them. “Oh... there! That's the spot isn't it?” You smiled mischievously, whilst gently moving the toy around his opening. “Did you put it in, earlier? Can't imagine a greedy little thing like you not taking things a bit further than this.”
“I tried but it was too tight. It hurt, so I stopped and... used my fingers. I was going to try again after, once I was a bit more open.”
“Was it your first time trying that?”
“Yeah.” He answered through a sharp inhale. “I don't know why but... the other day when you used your plug in front of me, I- I got curious. I wanted to know what it was like…” His breathing stuttered. “I’m sorry I went behind your back. It wasn't very nice... especially since it was your toy.”
“It's okay, you have nothing to apologize for. You can use my- well, our toys whenever you want.” Harry’s eyes pressed closed as he leaned over to kiss you. His lips were still flavored from the popcorn, sticky sweet and buttery. The taste matched his kisses perfectly. “Did it feel good, with your fingers?” He nodded, despite the blush in his cheeks. “Do you wanna try mine?”
“Yeah, I wanna.” He murmured. “Sex stuff always feels better when it's you doing it.”
“You better remember that next time you feel like playing without me.” You bantered as you passed the toy to his hand. “Don’t turn it off, keep making yourself feel good.” You said as you bent down between his legs to collect a bottle of lube from the cupboard. This one was still new, but it was best for toys than the silicone-based one you had on the bedside table. You poured a generous amount on your fingertips and gently spread it around Harry’s rose colored button until it was glistening with a syrupy glow.
“Feels good?” You asked while using your lube- coated fingertips to massage around. Trying to coax his muscle ring into relaxing.
“So, so good.. Please k-keep going.” Harry’s eyes looked glossy, like your fingers slowly pushing into his hole did. The fit was tight, but the extra lube you added helped smooth the thrusts of your hand. “I can’t believe you’re actually. Fuck- you’re really fingering my ass right now.”
“I am.” You smirked, “And one day I’m going to fuck it- fuck you, just like you do me. But I’m gonna have to stretch you out first. Ruin you a little.” Harry moaned at the filthy promise. His tight muscle throbbing around you fingers. “You’re going to love it, I know… and I’m going to be gentle. I’m going to be so slow and gentle with you that you won’t even realize you’ve been ruined. Not until you’re face down, ass up with a strap all the way inside you, anyway...”
“Fuck, Y/N… you’re killing me.” Harry whispered, arching his back against the mirror. Making it rattle loudly against the wall. “Please. Please, I want it now. I want you to fuck me now.”
“Not yet love. You're still too small for that. Can’t you feel how tight your hole is? I can barely move my fingers… you’re clutching so hard.”
“But it feels so good…‘m so close…” He muttered, getting a hold of the hard cock pressed up against his stomach and stroking it. The vibrator was still being pressed to the underside of it, one of the places where he was most sensitive.
“Stop.” You ordered. Harry obeyed with a deep groan, that melted into a loud whimper once you pursed your lips and spat over his erection. “Now touch it. Doesn’t it feel so much better with my spit all over it?”
Your spit added a wet shlick to every drag of his fist. “Yeah- your spit feels so good…” The hand he had stroking at the base squeezed tighter. “I’m gonna cum. Can I- Can I cum?”
“You wanna cum, pretty boy?” You teased, increasing the speed of your fingers just a little bit. “Wanna shoot that load all over your hand?”
“Yes! I- Ngh… I want it so bad! Please, please… let me cum. I wanna cum for you.”
“Go on, then. Cum like a good boy.” That he did. Hard. You couldn’t remember ever seeing his dick shoot spurts into the air like that. There was so much of it one would think he’d been deprived for months… when in reality it had just been a few hours since he’d last orgasmed…
You couldn’t keep from letting your amazement show. Even Harry seemed surprised with himself, “I-um…” He said sheepishly, once he’d calmed down enough to be able to talk. “I think I might need to take another shower…”
“Hm… that might be a bit of a waste…” Your lusty eyes met his for a moment before you leaned down and placed a kiss over his stomach. “Especially when I love to clean you up...” Your tongue lapped up his belly, wiping off a pearly ribbon. “Like this.”
“Can I lick you- after you’re done?” He asked as he watched you lick his cum away. “I wanna say thank you- with my tongue, the way you like.”
Your eyes shot up to stare into his. “Is that the only reason why? You wanna say thank you?”
“No, I just wanna…” He admitted, leaning back over his palms once your mouth moved down to his thighs. “I love your pussy so much. I want my mouth to be on it all the time.”
“That’s good.” You smiled, giving a small bite to his inner thigh. “It’s where it belongs.”
