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Precious

summary In which Y/n is busy and isn’t able to tend and take care of a small sensitive Harry.

content warnings [18+], smallspace, mommy kink, bit of angst, harry feels a bit ignored, nipple sucking, dirty talk

word count 3,184 words

authors note this is all over the place. draft just to post. slightly proof read.

Erasing lyrics, replacing them with other words, changing them to the original, erasing again— It was an endless pattern.

Cursing to himself as his mind has gone blank for the fourth time. So many thoughts filled his brain. So many ideas! But he just couldn’t plan it out on paper.

Today was not Harry’s day. The love of his life was not in bed when he woke up this morning nor the previous. Y/n had been busy, understandable. Too busy to tend to Harry and notice how down he’s been this week. It bought him to tears when he’d wake up to an empty bedside. All the stress of having writers block, Y/n ignoring him.

Was it ignoring or was she just doing her job? Y/n had a job. Just like Harry, she worked her ass off. But she never worked this much— especially when Harry needed her most? He immediately went to the thought that she was definitely mad at him. But really Y/n went into the office with loads of papers on her desk, times two each day she walked in. It killed her going home with files and files to handle than give Harry the attention he needed. She was so focused on getting her work done to realize Harry was in need of her comfort and guidance.

When Harry entered the house, he expected instant comfort. He expected Y/n to notice he was upset. The grown set on his face. He didn’t want to have to tell her what he needed. What he wanted. What did he want? He wanted that fuzzy feeling inside. He wanted to turn his brain off and only see her. Her comforting and taking care of him. He’s been grumpy since he stepped foot in the house. He wanted her to put him in a trance. So that he felt nothing but the pleasure she provided.

“Hi baby,” Y/n’s voice chirps. For the first time this week, she isn’t working on her laptop and ordering takeout. The smell of a fresh cooked meal fills Harry’s nostrils as he walks closer and closer to the kitchen. “Hi,” He said, faking a smile and kissing her cheek. “Would you like for me to make you a plate?” Harry looked back at Y/n giving her a soft nod and a ‘thank you’ before heading up the stairs into the bedroom to put his stuff down. Y/n furrowed her brows at the sudden odd behavior but brushed it off as he came down the stairs looking as if he never came in with an attitude.

Harry ate dinner slowly. Looking up at Y/n between bites, wanting to bring up how he’s been feeling for days. He didn’t feel like a burden, no. But he also didn’t want to be in denial of being one. She wasn’t working at that moment, but that doesn’t mean that after dinner she’s not going to go up and began typing on the laptop again.

But slowly, Y/n began to notice Harry’s change of demeanor. Slow bites, awkward stares. What was going on?

And then he said, “I’m going to bed.” Muttering the four words bringing his barely touched plate to the kitchen counter. A sudden pain hit Y/n’s chest as her mouth fell slightly agape. “I—But baby you hardly ate,” She pointed out, standing up and following his footsteps to the bottom of the staircase.

“I’m full,” He lied straight through his teeth, patting his stomach. “I’m also really tired, love,” He lied again, and the fact she wasn’t fully catching on was killing him more. Tears burned his eyes as he turned his head away from her, blinking the tears away. He swears he wishes he had the pride to speak up about how he felt.

Harry walks up the stairs and curses to himself when he hears Y/n following.

“Baby what’s wrong?” Her voice is soft as she closes the bedroom door behind her. “You’ve been down ever since you stepped foot in the house,” She spoke noticeably. She noticed. They why didn’t she immediately tend to care? Why is she now asking what’s wrong? Then why wasn’t it clicking to her? The more she asked the more upset he got. He was embarrassed.

“Nothing.”

“Harry… It’s not nothing,” She told him. “Obviously something is bothering you,” She pointed out, sitting next to him on the bed. Her heart was beating faster the slower he started to unravel his feelings.

“It is nothing,” He spoke, voice a little louder and raising his head so his eyes were looking at hers. Not very convincing. If anything the eye contact made the lie more clear.

“Please tell me what’s wrong. I just want to make you feel better.”

He took a deep breath before saying, “It’s just— Today has been so hard— This week!” He expressed truthfully. “My head hurts!— I don’t know—It hurts. I have so many ideas but they won’t come out and then I feel like you’ve been ignoring me all week— I don’t know if I did something to make you upset— I…” He trailed off as she cut him off.

“Ignoring you?” She questioned, appalled by the sudden false accusation. “Baby why would I ignore you?” She was clearly confused and shocked by his words. Her brows frowned and mouth slightly agape. “You did nothing wrong, lovie,” She promised as she wiped the single tear that fell from his eye.

“I don’t know. You leave for work at like 6 am every morning and you don’t even work on Friday’s and Saturday’s! You don’t even let me know! A-and you don’t even kiss me goodbye! All you do you leave a note,” He said sadly. “It’s like—I just thought you took more hours because you were upset with me."

Y/n gasped softly as guilt immediately filled her harmless soul.“Oh my— baby! I would never do that. I have only been working early’s and extra days because I walk into the office there are hundreds of papers for me to file and appointments I need to handle. I’m so sorry I've just been really stressed lately. I just wanted to catch up on my work. I’m sorry.”

He stayed silent. “You know I would never do that to you, right?” She questioned expecting a response only to get a soft head nod.

“I just need you a lot right now,” Her told her honestly. His voice was low and soft, looking down at his hands. “I just want you,” He muttered.

“I’m right here, baby,” Putting her hands over his fidgeting ones.

“I just— No—I want you to take care of me like you used to,” The words are low and quiet like he nervous someone else was listening.

Used to. Last time they have been intimate was a week ago. Back when Harry needed to let go and take a moment with his brain turned off. Harry craved attention, her attention. And if she was being fair, she hadn’t been giving him her full divided attention. She had stacks of papers from the office she decides to bring home and spend late nights on. While Harry’s at the studio she works as well, but Harry wishes when he’s come home it’ll be nothing but open arms.

It soon hit her whys he’s been so moody and down. He’s stressed. Y/n can put two and two together and come to the conclusion he’s under an intense amount of pressure. As he always is, it was hard. When feeling something similar to this Y/n would always kiss his problems away and his mind would drift away. He’ll float away, and all he needed was to be comforted and his brain turned off. She realized he was embarrassed and didn’t want to say the words, he just wanted the moment to happen. Like usual when he needed to fall into subspace and let go it would be in the moment and she would immediately reconcile. But this time since she was too busy to notice his needs it passed right by her. She noticed immediately and began to send him into a fuzzy phase of pleasure.

She realized he was hurt about how much she’s been gone. She realized she wasn’t there when he’d wake up, like she used to. She’s always leaving a note notifying him that she’s left to catch early hours, sending him a complete distant mood. No goodbye kiss, that he’d know of, just a note that leaves him wondering why he’s waiting hours to get your affection.

Fifty percent of the time— he thought he was being reasonable, that he deserved to feel a bit neglected. Then the other fifty percent— he feels he’s being too needy. That she’s also stressing over work. But Y/n officially sees how he feels. She knows that she would never put work above him, but she had to have that done. She could tell how stress took over his system, terribly. He just needed to let go. He needed her. He needed her to turn his brain off, and only focus on her.

The stress was eating him alive and she could see that. How did she not notice until tonight?

“Oh baby,” She immediately cradled his face in her hands. He looked down but the warmth of her soft hands made his breath hitch. “I’m so sorry. I know this is no excuse but I just had loads of work to do. I just wanted to get caught up— I’m so sorry,” She swears she will never want Harry to feel this way. She’s his comfort person, and so is he to her. But how can she not be there for him when she needed him when he’s always there for her? Guilt pains her as she clears her throat caressing the stubble around his jaw.

With her eyes peeking down at his fingers that fidgeted and his feet that were crossed, she asked, “You feeling a little small right now, mmh?”

Those are the words that make his eyes gleam. He shoots his head up at the woman before him and watches her lips move with the words, “You want Mommy to take care of you? Lemme make up for making you feel so sad.”

His brows raised, eyes go doe and his cheek bones soften. He’s quick to raise his head, eyes meeting hers. Y/n sees the glossiness in his eyes and her heart breaks.

He nods stiffly, moving his fingers so that they tangle with hers. “Yes p-please,” He whispers softly.

The broken please breaks her heart. Her sweet boy. So polite, so sweet.

“Of course my sweet boy. Come. Take those pants off for me.”

Y/n maneuvers herself so that’s she’s against the large bed frame. Patient, she was as she awaits Harry’s pressure. Harry obliges, sliding his pants off, leaving himself in his red boxer briefs. He crawls over to her on all fours, throwing one leg over her thighs and sitting down on her thighs. His legs were on either side of her thighs, knees bent and bum resting on her.

“That’s right, baby,” She whispered quietly, softly. The voice sending shivers down his spine, along with the soft finger tips trailing up his thigh.Y/n calls his name softly getting his attention and pulling him into a soft kiss. Bringing her hand up his thigh, caressing where his tattooed was printed. Butterflies began to flutter in his guts again as her fingertips danced on his skin. Moaning against her lips, allowing her to go into his inner thigh. Using her tongue to pry his lips apart and sneak it’s way into his mouth, Y/n explored Harry’s mouth before she disconnected from the kiss, the smush sound of the lips disconnecting and the spit between filled the walls.

A breathless Harry watched as Y/n brought her face closer to his. Diving down into his neck and hungrily placing his skin between her teeth, muttering the words, “Relax, baby,” softly. Realizing his thigh muscles still tense, he relaxed his tense bones and let her suck feverishly.

The pleasure was surreal, his eyes fluttered shut as he bucked his hips up against hers. Her tongue is hot against his skin, fingertips still dancing and tracing the detailed tiger. Inhaling sharply and moaning while his jaw fell slack, Harry’s breath was hitching. Unable to be steady as he was getting pleasure but just little sticky kisses on his peppered skin. “So fucking pretty. Pretty boy,” She slurred her words against his skin. The praise sending him into a mental orbit of clouds.

While her other hand was caressing his thigh the other was sneaking up his shirt. Rubbing over his ribs, up to his nipples, skimming past with a little pinch. A sharp inhale comes from Harry as his toes curl to the sudden sensation. She’s quick to bring her fingers to the hem of his shirt, hooking them over the fabric and pulling the shirt over his head.

“Pretty?” He asked, the question for reassurance and the hear the words come out of her mouth again. “Yeah,” She backed away from the dark bruise she created on his neck looking into his lust filled green eyes. “So pretty,” She said again.

He wasn’t completely above the clouds as yet but he was getting there. Just a few kisses and praises and he was in stage one.

Tapping his bum lightly, “Can you lay down on your back for me.” She asked kindly of him. Harry moves off and lays down on his back. Y/n’s quick to crawl above him, straddling his body, placing her lips to the opposite side of his neck from before. Her kisses soft and passionate, leaving light red spots on his skin. “P-please,” He choked out, placing his hands on her hips as her bottom laid up on his growing, painful erection.

Licking around his nipple, teasing the sensitive bud as she also continued to grind against his clothed cock. She received a couple of swarms below, Harry’s eyes flutter shut as his cock twitches in his briefs. Y/n giggled at the twitch of his cock against her clothed cunt as she sucked his nipple. His breathing labored. “F-fuck,” Harry hissed out. The familiar feeling of his brain fuzzing up came into play. The more gentle she was, the more he fell into his space. He needed this. All his stress was magically lifting off his brain. His only focus was her and the pleasure he was receiving from her.

Straddling his broad thighs as she disconnected from his nipple, spit dripping on her chin as she smiled. Rubbing her hand over his butterfly as she began suck hungrily on his other nipple. Toying with the other with her finger tips Harry moaned out a curse word along with a small cry.

His nipples are hard as she attended to them. Her hand slides into the waistband of his briefs. Absurdly grabbing his cock in her hand. Looking up at him through her lashes, Y/n gave his nipple one last lick with the pad of her tongue before kissing her waist down to his v-line.

“Mommy, please.”

“I know baby I know. I’m right here. Gon’ make you feel so good. But let mommy have her way right now,” Those words made him whimper. “Just wanna feel you. In my mouth… my cunt,” Her voice seductive and intoxicating. He swarmed again, the thought of her cunt squeezing his cock as he slid and out of her so easily with her slick made him impatient.

Jerking his cock in her hand as she slowly got closer to it. Harry looked down as he noticed the bruises he left around his nipples.

Y/n pulls his briefs down and his cock springs out to meet her. Slapping against his skin and going straight up, his cock had precum dripping down to its base.

“Mmh,” She smiled coyly at him. “‘Mve missed your cock so much,” She slurs at him. “So big,” She tells him, licking up his length. Looking up at him devilishly as she gave his cock a little squeeze in her palm.

“O-oh my god,” He speaks in shuddered breaths, mouth ajar, going dry as he watches her. Wrapping her lips around his cock, taking just a bit past his tip in, Y/n earns an absurd groan that crawled up Harry’s throat and out of his mouth along with a broken sob. “Oh my-bloody fuck!” Her mouth was made to be a hole for him. It was warm around him, her lips rolled on his cock as it laid heavy on her tongue. Kitty licking the tip and all of his salty precum found it’s way into her mouth. Licking over his slit, making sure she pressed down so he could feel the pressure on his sensitive. Taking Harry in, sliding down his thick cock, breathing through her nose, Y/n swallowed her pride and the need to gag as she slid him down farther.

“Sweet god!” He growls, fingers crawling in her hair, gripping tightly. “Mommy so good! Harder, harder,” He cries prettily, Y/n sucks harder the dent prominent in her cheeks. He’s grown sensitive the past couple of minutes, a hot tear slides down his cheek as she goes up and down on his cock.

Pulling off his cock, a breathless Y/n says, “Don’t want you to cum just as yet baby. Want you to fuck mommy’s cunt first, okay?”

He nods eagerly, “I wanna cum in Mommy’s cunt,” He told her. He finished his words with a small please making Y/n fall soft against his thigh in admiration. Pecking his hairy thigh, she says, “And I’m gonna let you, my precious boy,” The pet name, the kiss, it all makes Harry hiss to the painful twitch in his cock.

His cock, his cock that has her spit lingering around its base, falling down his thighs.

Harry sits up, never wanting to miss the view of Y/n stripping. He’s watching as she removed her bottoms. Sliding her pants down revealing her thighs that made him sudder. Harry whined as he grew needy. Taking off her underwear, hooking under her feet, Y/n could feel Harry’s enlarged eyes staring into her bare skin.

Once she’s done, Harry begins crawling back as Y/n crawls between his thighs. Grabbing his ankles and raising his legs. “Mmh you got my cunt so wet. Gon’ be so easy just to slip, hmm?” Y/n bit her lip as she watched Harry scrunch his face up when her soft hands met his balls. Your hand slid up and down his base, from his tip to his balls.

“I want your pussy mommy, please. Want you around me again.”

Y/n spreads Harry’s legs and he grabbed his own ankles so his legs wouldn’t fall as Y/n slid her way up, lining her hole up with his tip immediately feeling the head.

She wasted no time sliding down on his cock, her eyes flutter shut as Harry spreads her open. They simultaneously moan in pleasure together. Y/n’s pussy immediately clenches around Harry.