#softdom!harry

[freedomfireflies]

Yellow*

Summary: An extra for One for the Money*

The one where you have to use your safeword with Mr. Styles and you worry it'll ruin everything.

Word Count: 3.4k

(TW: Panic attack and mentions of panic attacks)

*Contains Mature and Explicit content! Please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞You are so much more important!*

“Just like that…shit, just like that, Peach. So fucking good. Can feel you, honey. Fucking feel you—”

Mr. Styles’ hand intertwines with yours before he brings them both to your stomach. Pressing your palm taut to the flesh until you can feel the subtle bulge from his cock. Thrusting into you so deep, your eyes roll all the way back into your head.

He’s been at it for hours. Showing off for the camera, allowing them to see him at his most powerful. And you at your most vulnerable.

You’re used to it by now. More than used to it, and on any given day, you thrive off it. You indulge in his prowess, his intentions. More than willing to be flaunted in front of the large audience of onlookers as he takes you anyway he wants you.

So you’re not sure why today feels different. Why the weight on your chest is heavier than it usually is. Why his hands – while always kind, always comforting – feel like tools in a game of your misery.

You don’t want to stop him. Don’t want to scare him or upset him. You know the moment you utter the words, the dynamic will shift instantaneously. And perhaps that’s what you want, but the repercussions might be more than you’re prepared to handle.

Yet the thought doesn’t leave you as he lowers his fingers toward your clit to pinch and tweak your next orgasm out of you. But you’re already far too sensitive, far too gone in the stimulation and the pain to enjoy it.

Instead, you try to focus on the little red light that blinks from the camera, try to imagine how pleased the audience will be to see this. How all of this will be worth it. It has to be worth it.

“Feels good, honey, doesn’t it?” he groans, now pushing your knee into your chest until you’re whimpering. “My pretty pussy takes me so well, doesn’t she? Let’s me fuck her exactly the way I want. Till she’s fucking crying.”

You nod weakly and the sight of your wet eyes makes his cock twitch as he drives himself in at a quicker pace.

And suddenly, you can’t breathe. Can’t slow the racing of your pulse or ignore the ringing in your ears. It’s everywhere, this pain. Your vision of him has gone blurry and your poor pussy feels swollen and abused.

But you tell yourself it’ll be fine. That you just need to catch your breath. You just need a second, and it’ll be okay. 

Because you don’t want to say it. You’ve never had to say it before, and you don’t exactly want to start now. And you aren’t sure why, you know he’d be more than understanding. But this is silly, you feel silly. Because you’re fine. You just need a second. And it'll pass. 

It will pass.

But it doesn’t pass, and you don’t feel in control of your own body anymore. Which is normally the point, but not today. Today you need to feel grounded, to feel some semblance of power over the anguish. And he’s so good, and so kind, and you can’t say it. You can’t do this to him, can’t do this to yourself, and if you can just catch your breath, it’ll be okay. 

Because he feels good, he really does. And you’re making him feel good, and you don’t want to take that from him. Because then he won’t get to cum, and he’ll be upset, and he’ll never treat you the same. He’ll always remember that you were too weak to take it.

So you’ll take it, you will. You’ll be his good girl, his good little slut, and you’ll make him proud. 

You will.

Your eyes squeeze shut as you repeat this mantra. As you command yourself to like the pain. Because you do. You have to. You can’t say it. You can’t, so you won’t, and you won’t do this, and you won’t ruin it, and it’s fine, and everything is fine—

“Wait,” you whisper, hands tugging on the sweaty curls at your disposal. Hard enough to capture his attention. “Wait, hold on, hold…yellow.”

Just like that…it all stops. He stills, instantly. No more thrusts into your cunt, no more pinching or pulling on your clit, no more kisses to your neck. It all stops in the blink of an eye, and you hear him inhale a quick breath as his body freezes above yours.

Seconds pass. Quiet and filled with a charged, tense energy that’s so eerie, you can almost hear your heart thumping in your chest. 

Then, he murmurs, “Okay. Okay, m’waiting.”

Your lashes flutter shut as a wince stretches across your expression. He doesn’t sound upset, but maybe he is. And you can feel his cock twitching inside of you, can sense how hard he’s trying to hold himself back, how difficult this must be for him to stop like this.

And you realize now that you’ve ruined it, and he’s gonna be pissed, and he’s going to end things, and he’s never gonna fuck you again—

“Peach,” he says softly, face still nuzzled against your shoulder. “Talk to me, what do you need? What would you like me to do?”

You don’t trust your voice. Can feel the influx of tears racing up the back of your throat as you squeeze his hair harder and shake your head.

But this isn’t an answer he accepts, his fingers gently tugging on your waist. “Peach, I need to hear you. I need to know what to do—”

“Nothing,” you exhale, the words getting lost in his cheek as you hold on for dear life. “Nothing, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I just need one second. One second and you can go, okay? I promise, I’m sorry—”

“Peach.” It’s not angry but it’s fervent. Determined. “Don’t…shit. Don’t you dare fucking apologize right now, just tell me…tell me what you want me to do. Do you want me to pull out? Or do you want me to stay still?”

And you want to answer, but you can’t. Because there’s too much happening in your head right now. In your heart. It’s going faster than you think it ever has, and your lungs feel like they’re going to collapse, and you want to cry—God, you want to cry. Can already feel the tears slipping down your face, fast and without mercy.

Because he’s so good, and so wonderful, and so kind, and you don’t deserve him. Especially after making him stop, and why did you make him stop, why did you do this, why can’t you just get over it—

“Hey, hey.” His head lifts, eyes finding yours as his hand comes up to cup your jaw. As delicately as he can without startling you. “Okay, it’s all right. You’re okay, Peach.”

His lips press to the tears on your skin. Gently and with great compassion. Which, in turn, only makes you cry that much harder.

“You’re okay,” he whispers between slow kisses to your cheek. “Deep breath, my love. You’re all right, I’ve got you, yeah? M’right here. Won’t let you go until you want me to.”

You melt into the mattress as he continues holding you to the best of his ability. As he attempts to comfort you without causing you any more pain.

“Honey, I need you to tell me what you need. What your body needs,” he repeats after a moment, nose faintly brushing against yours. “Do you want me to pull out or do you want me to stay still?”

Truthfully, you aren’t sure what you want. It doesn’t sting the way it did before, but you’re worried if he moves, the pain will return tenfold.

And the thought of him taking himself from you makes your chest ache.

“I don’t know,” you whimper, attempting to hide yourself in his neck. “I don’t know, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m trying—”

“Hey.” The stern voice returns as his palm tightens against your chin and pulls your focus to him. “What did I just say, hm? I don’t want to hear one more apology out of this pretty mouth. Is that understood?”

Your bottom lip quivers. “…I’m sorry.”

With a gentle but slightly amused sigh, he says, “Peach—”

“I am,” you insist, nails curling into the back of his neck. “I don’t know why I made you stop, I’m fine. I’m fine, really. I think I just got scared or something—”

“Scared?” His demeanor shifts on a dime, brows furrowing, and expression quickly growing distressed. “Scared how? What did I do? What can I do?”

“Nothing,” you repeat, gasping slightly at the implication. “Nothing, no. You didn’t…that’s not what I…fuck.”

“Okay, easy, Peach,” he mumbles, sweeping his thumb along your bottom lip soothingly. Waiting until you calm. And he studies you for quite some time, as though looking for the answer written somewhere on your face. “It was a lot, yeah? I pushed too hard.”

“No,” you try again, but his look of disapproval makes you wilt. “I mean…it was a lot, yes, but you didn’t…normally, it’s perfect. It’s never too hard or too much. You didn’t do this, I think I just…my mind wasn’t here. Maybe.”

He nods once. Contemplates this. “I should have checked in with you more frequently. Especially with the camera on—”

“No,” you huff, resisting the urge to slap his shoulder. “Stop putting this on yourself, it’s making me sad.”

“And your apologies make me sad,” he counters. “But that’s the point of the safeword, isn’t it? The system we have in place? It’s nobody’s fault. It’s about communication. About trust, about safety.”

You swallow thickly and settle into the calming safe of his eyes.

His finger continues to trace the outline of your mouth, almost as if in an attempt to collect himself. “Do you trust me, Peach?”

Your stomach sinks. “Of course.”

“Do you feel safe with me?”

“Yes.” You leave a kiss to his thumb. “Always, Sir. I promise.”

He begins to frown. “No, I don’t want you to call me that right now. I want you to call me Harry.”

And this shift – this instruction is what you were afraid of. Lashes fluttering as you whisper, “It’s…it’s okay. You can still be Sir, I promise—”

“No, I don’t want to be your dominant right now,” he corrects firmly. “I don’t want to be your Sir. Or your boss or your investor. I want to be your partner. Your equal. I want to be you and me. Us.”

And you know he means it. Can sense the truth of it behind his assertion and it feels like the first deep breath you’ve been able to take all day.

 “Okay,” you agree, taking hold of his wrist to keep his hand close to your face. “Okay, we’ll be us.”

He seems relieved, dipping down to kiss the center of your forehead before asking, “Now…tell me what you want. Do you want me to pull out or keep still? What does your body need right now?”

You take a moment to find the right answer. “I don’t…honestly, I don’t know. I’m okay right now. Doesn’t…doesn’t hurt as much. You can…you can keep going if you want.”

“It’s not about what I want,” he reminds you. “It’s about what you want. What you need. If you want me to stay, I will. If you want me to go, I will.”

“I…I don’t want you to go. Really, I didn’t mean to make us stop, I swear—”

“We’re not stopping yet,” he interrupts. “Not until you say red. Right now, we’re just taking a break. Reassessing what you need. Okay?”

You nod weakly. “Okay.”

“Good.” He presses his palm to your cheek. “Do you want to say red? Do you want to stop?”

Again, you deliberate this. “No. No, I don’t think so.”

The frown returns. “I need you to do more than think, Peach. I need you to be sure.”

“I am,” you rush to clarify, shifting a bit beneath him as you squeeze his arm and fight against a pained wince. “I am, I promise. I just…I don’t know what happened. It just…there was a lot happening all of a sudden, and I couldn’t…I couldn’t enjoy it. Couldn’t focus. Couldn’t breathe or…or understand why I felt so off.”

A certain sadness finds him again as he nods and presses a couple more kisses to your temple. “I think you had a panic attack, my love.”

It’s an odd thought. One you aren’t quite familiar with, as panic attacks aren’t that common for you. In fact, you don’t believe you’ve ever had one before. At least not that you were aware of.

“Oh…” The words feel empty in your head. Weightless, with no meaning to grasp onto. “I…why?”

The corner of his mouth curls up, and the delicate smile makes your heart soar. “I don’t know. Sometimes we can’t find the cause, it just…happens.”

You blink up at him. “You’ve had a panic attack before?”

“I have,” he says calmly, and it surprises you more than it should. “I get them occasionally. Not as much anymore, though. With you.”

And this admission feels like something you can’t explain. Another piece to the Harry Styles puzzle you get to add to. Letting you see his big picture.

“I didn’t know that,” you whisper, and he shrugs.

“I never told you.” Another kiss to your forehead. “But I know how disorienting they can be, and I think it’s best we take a longer break before we continue.”

You feel your expression fall as he gently begins to move. “No, I…I don’t want to stop, I’m fine. You can…you can go—”

However, when he suddenly shifts his hips, it forces you to suck in a sharp, pained breath. Making it clear that continuing is no longer an option.

And for some reason, it feels like a punch to the gut. Knocking the wind from your lungs until that heaviness returns to your chest.

He really is going to stop. He’s going to take his body from you, and his weight, and his heat, and his cock. And the scene will be over, and maybe you won’t start again. Maybe he won’t be in the mood, or he’ll jerk one out in the shower without you, or he’ll look at you differently.

And you hate that thought more than anything in the world.

“No,” you practically whimper, grabbing onto his hips to keep him still. “No, we don’t have to stop, I’m fine. Really, it was just…it was nothing. Please, Harry.”

His thumb quickly returns to your face, brushing just below your eye to help dry the fresh set of tears on your warm, stained cheeks.

And he looks so very wounded. “Peach…this isn’t a punishment. There’s a reason we use the traffic light system, and it’s for moments like this. To keep things safe—”

“But I am safe,” you argue, the sound of your plea timid and riddled with distress. “And I’m fine now, really. You can go, we can finish. I want you to finish—”

“Peach,” he says again, but it’s a bit more resolute. “This isn’t about me finishing. It will never be about me finishing, all right? We can always resume the scene later if you’d like, but right now…I want to hold you. I want to help you feel steady again.”

And it’s the most perfect thought in the world. From the most perfectly imperfect man, and yet the idea of stopping sends sharp needles down your spine.

“Please,” you whine again, sniffling softly. “I don’t want to stop, I promise. Please don’t make us stop, please don’t…don’t…”

He dips down and nuzzles his nose to yours, forcing you to take a deep breath. “Honey, I’m not doing this to hurt you. Or upset you. I want to help, I want you to let me help. To honor our system and take a break.”

But you tug on him tighter, face disappearing into his chest as you shake your head. “Please don’t. Please just ignore me. I’ll feel worse if we stop, really. I’ll get worried and I’ll overthink, and I’ll panic again, and it’ll just be so much worse. So just…let’s finish, okay? I want to finish.”

You hear – and feel – him sigh. “Baby, I need you to listen to me right now, okay? This is my answer.”

It’s rare he uses this nickname, and even though it might be a little cliché, it makes your stomach wrench in the best possible way.

Yet still, the anguish is evident. “Harry,” you whisper, pleading desperately with everything you have left.

He slips his palm around the back of your neck to pull you from his body and allow him to see your face. It’s scrutinous, his expression. Slightly stern and somewhat doleful. “Do I need to be your dominant again? Is that the only way you’ll listen to me?”

Truth be told, you wonder if it is, and your sad little hiccup seems to be answer enough.

So, while fighting a smile, he says, “Then I want you to be a good girl and let Daddy hold you. I don’t want you to argue with me, or fight me, or act like a brat. I want you to say, ‘Yes, Sir,’ and be done with it. Is that understood?”

With a shaky inhale and a feeble nod, you murmur, “Yes, Sir.”

“Good,” he hums before landing his mouth on yours. Kissing you for the first time in what feels like years. “Much sweeter when you behave for me, my love. Aren’t you?”

But you don’t have the strength to answer.

“I know,” he says for you, chuckling against your lips. “Now…I’m gonna pull out. And I’m gonna go slow, all right? Try to be as gentle as I can. And I want you to tell me if it aches or if it’s too much, yes?”

“Yes, Sir.”

With this vow, he begins to draw his hips back, cock retreating from your pussy until that full feeling begins to diminish.

And at first it’s a bit uncomfortable. Tight, in a sense but eventually, he’s all the way out, and your cunt is provided a moment of much needed reprieve.

The moment that relief finds you, it seems to melt across your expression. And he notices, smiling gratefully but with a twinge of regret. As though he’s punishing himself for causing you the displeasure in the first place.

But before either of you can argue about it again, he’s settling on the mattress beside you and slipping an arm around your stomach. Keeping you pressed against his body to hold you the way he promised.

“There,” he sighs, lips returning to their rightful place on your neck. “Is that better?”

Your eyes fall shut in blissful ecstasy as you lace your hand with his. “Yes, Sir.”

He grins and that familiar dimple reappears. “Attagirl. And you’re gonna let me hold you, yeah?”

“Mhm. Always, Sir.”

He kisses the spot below your ear. “Good.”

The large bedroom falls silent while the little red light from the camera blinks the seconds away. You imagine you’ll have to scrap this video, and you want to feel regret over wasting so much content over this.

But you know, deep down, it’s not about the videos, or your OnlyFans, or the money.

Because all you really need…is here beside you.

“Sir?” you whisper into the delicate air.

His head rolls back. “Yes, Peach?”

“Thank you.”

He squeezes your hip. “Don’t have to thank me, honey. This is my job. This is what we agreed on.”

“I know,” you admit, allowing your other hand to travel to his hair. Fingers absentmindedly sweeping through the curls. “But I don’t think any of my other partners would have been this understanding. And I really appreciate it.”

His eyebrow raises. “Well, that’s why they aren’t your fucking partners anymore. You needed someone that wasn’t a total fucking twat.”

You smirk. “Touché.”

Another quiet lull as you listen to the sound of his soft breaths. Reveling in the feel of them against your heated skin. The way they keep you present in this moment with him instead of losing you to the voices in your head.

Contented, you turn and press your cheek to his forehead, nails scratching down his scalp gently. “Harry?”

“Yes, Peach?”

With a racing heart, your eyes flutter shut.

“…I love you.”

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~ How Many?*

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[gurugirl]

Good Friday*

soft dom priest!harry x sub!reader

Summary: Based on this request. Y/n is a brat and she's in for it.

A/N: Thank you for this request! I did change the request slightly due to some safety 'caging' rules for while he was away but I think you'll like it. 4.8k words

Warning: 18+ only, smut (oral), bdsm w/consensual sexual punishment, use of flogger and other instruments, cage play, dom/sub dynamic, religious themes (actual bible quotes), blasphemy

Priest!harry Masterlist

It wasn’t unusual that Harry was busy. He was often pulled away from Y/n for members of his parish that needed him. But Y/n didn’t like that. She wanted to have his attention all day every day. Of course, that was impossible. Especially on Good Friday before Easter.

“Father please, let’s just stay here a little longer.” She was nearly purring as she crawled down his body to worship his frame. Both were naked in their bed together. Harry had Y/n lie on her tummy and read out of Song of Solomon as he massaged her back and bottom. He knew she would get like this so he was trying to do sweet things for her before he left her all afternoon. And now she was turned on and warm and needy. But that was exactly his plan.

“Can’t pet. You know I’ve got to get to it. I have responsibilities other than you. You know that.”

Y/n pouted and looked up at him as she continued moving down his torso, keeping her eyes locked on his. Her intent was to lick his cock and make him give in. He rarely did. His willpower astounded her.

“Please. Father, I need you,” her eyes glinted upward over his form as she lowered her mouth to his prick which was already half-plumped.

“Ah ah ah… you’re not listening to me very well, pet.” He pressed at her forehead to stop her from applying her lips to his skin. As satisfying as that would have been. He really did have things to do. And he enjoyed denying himself (and her) immediate pleasure.

She sat back as Harry got off the bed and began dressing and combing his hair. She followed him and watched with a sad face and the occasional sigh so he’d know how sad she was.

He bit the inside of his cheek to hide his smirk. He enjoyed this.

Just before he picked up his bag to leave he pointed to the bedroom as he looked at Y/n, “In the cage. I’ll be back in two hours to check on you. I’m not going to lock it since I’ll be gone so long but I do expect you to be in there for me when I return.”

She had books and a glass of water and a nice blanket so her cage wasn’t all that bad. In fact, she loved it. It had never been a punishment for her. But there was something about being in the cage while Harry was away that gave her comfort and made her feel safe.

But two hours was a long time. And when she looked at the clock and realized that Harry hadn’t returned when he said he would she began to worry. She let herself out to use the bathroom and peek out the front window. She was undressed, wearing only her red collar with its bell and her gold choker necklace. Running her fingers over the H that dangled from the necklace she straightened the curtains back out and sat on the couch.  

And the longer she sat and considered everything the more upset she got. She didn’t understand why she couldn’t just go with him. There would be so many people at the church no one would catch on.

Although, there was the one time that he brought her along and she kept lingering around where Harry was and listening in and peeking around doorways to spot him.

No one noticed it but Harry did and he scolded her for it, saying she was being a little too obvious. Plus they were still treading thin ice after the prayer group incident where Mr. and Mrs. Jeralds might have seen or heard something that night. They still didn’t know either way. Which led to Harry’s new rule. That she was only allowed on regular days of service until they were certain they were in the clear.

Returning to her cage, she pulled the door closed and laid down on her side with a frown. She was a bit worried about the priest. He said two hours and it had nearly been three.

When she heard the front door open and his footsteps into the house she sat up quickly and crossed her legs, awaiting his presence. But before he went into the bedroom to see her she heard him go into the kitchen first.

Now she was angry that he didn’t immediately come to see her first. She crossed her arms and leaned back into the bars and cinched her brows together.

Harry pushed the bedroom door open and looked at the cage where his pet was sitting with a frown and body language that told him she wasn’t happy. He figured she might be a bit put out by his tardiness. Harry was never tardy.

“What’s wrong pet?” He knew what her answer would be.

Except she didn’t answer him. She stared down at her crisscrossed legs and pouted instead.

Sliding the handle to open the door Harry crouched down to get a closer look, “I asked you a question. It’s rude not to answer.”

Silence. She hugged her arms around her middle tighter and jutted her bottom lip out, face angled downward.

“I know I’m late but there’s no reason for you to act like this. You know I get held up sometimes. I’m busy, Y/n.”

The first noise that sounded from her was a scoff as she closed her eyes. She knew she’d be in for it with that.

Harry licked his lips as he nodded, “So it’s like that then? All right. Look at me.”

Y/n held her ground, not moving, nor opening her eyes. She was going to make a point.

“You’re acting like a child. Did I somehow leave a lovely and mature adult woman and come back to a bratty immature little girl?”

Turning her head to look down to the floor next to her knee she huffed and sunk into herself further.

“So that’s it then? You’re no longer my sweet lover? Just a brat? Someone that needs to be punished and not loved on?”

Her ridged composure softened the slightest. She would prefer to be loved on yes, but being a brat was always a good way to get his attention. And she knew he was leaving again soon to go back to the church for a few more hours so her best bet, in her mind, was to act out and have him put his attention on her and get him worked up in the process. Maybe he’d spank her.

Harry reached a hand in and brushed it over her naked knee, “Because I had planned on coming home to you and holding you. Giving you something special for being my good pet before I have to go back to church. Clearly, you don’t want that.”

Y/n looked up at the priest and rounded her eyes. She suddenly regretted her behavior but she was already committed so she stayed silent despite the obvious hesitation Harry saw in her.

“Come on. Get out.” Harry took her hand and gently pulled at it.

She didn’t budge at first. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of her giving in so easily. But eventually, she did move and crawl out of the cage when Harry stood up and raised his voice to have her come out.

She sniffed as she stood and looked down at the floor.

“Look at me.”

With a heavy sigh, she slowly turned her eyes up to his.

“Good. Now, go use the bathroom. Right now.”

She knew what this meant. He was going to lock her in her cage (at the very least) while he was away and he needed to make sure she’d emptied her bladder beforehand. They’d done this before.

Silently she made her way to the bathroom as Harry filled a glass of water for her in the kitchen.

When he heard the sink turn off after she’d washed her hands he knocked on the door, “Come out here.”

She was pretty sight stepping out into the hallway. Her cheeks were hot and her little red collar looked so lovely on her neck. Harry looked down over her nude shape. Soft breasts, a pretty belly button, grabbable hips and thighs, a bottom he loved biting.

“Drink.” He handed her the glass of water and watched as she took a few gulps of it and handed it back to him.

“Is that all you want? You’re going to be in the cage for another few hours so if you get thirsty that’s going to be on you.” Harry always made sure she stayed hydrated even when she wasn’t going to be locked in her cage. He always took care of her the best he could.

She nodded silently and looked downward again.

Harry nudged her toward the bedroom and made her turn to face the cage. She half expected him to spank her or something but instead, as he walked away and then returned put the leather gag belt over her face, “Open,” he said plainly.

She opened her mouth and the silicon ball fit between her lips and silenced any noises she might have made. He secured the belt in place behind her head and removed his hands from her completely. Which she hated. She wanted him to spank her or manhandle her or something. But he was rather cold and his touch was missing completely.

“We’re going to put these in,” Harry put his hand out showing her the weighted Ben Wa balls. “Take them.”

Y/n took the balls in her hand as her priest pushed at her low back, causing her to bend forward the slightest. She heard the snap of a cap and then felt his fingers on her entrance as he smeared lubricant over her.

The set of balls were connected with a thin rubber-like string. The first one was larger and the lightest, which aided in keeping them in place inside of her, while the other two were smaller and heavier. The cord would stick out and make pulling them out easier.

Harry took the balls from her hand and pushed her thighs further apart, “Relax.”

She felt him push the first, larger ball inside, his finger plunging into her deeply to secure it before inserting the next two one by one. It was a pretty view. He loved stuffing them inside of her. Plus it was good for her pelvic floor muscle so he felt like he was doing her a favor really. Though it was more for edging her than anything else in that moment.

“Get in,” he gestured toward the door of the cage.

She climbed in, clenching to keep the balls in place, and got to her knees as she looked up at Harry with big, pleading eyes. He knew that if she weren’t gagged she’d have somehow found her voice in that moment and begged him to spank her or stay with her. But he didn’t have time to argue with her or listen to her soft voice and whimpers as he left. The gag was for that purpose. More for himself than to punish her.

Harry locked the cage and shook his head, “Had plans to love on you but instead, this is what you deserve. Had a hard day today, pet, and I still have to go back and endure more hours away from you yet you chose to act like a bratty child so I didn’t get to come back home to my pet and hold her and kiss her like I wanted. I needed you. Maybe when I return later on you’ll be better behaved.”

Harry sat the glass of water down next to the cage for her so she could reach out and grab it if she needed it. Next to that, he placed her cell phone (in case anything went wrong and he needed to return home to unlock her cage). Her heart swelled at his kind gesture and his words. Now she truly felt awful. Felt so bad for being so mean to him when all he wanted was her love. Now she’d really gone and done it.

Harry grinned to himself as he walked out the front door and headed down the street to the church. Tonight, he would have fun with his pet.

Y/n imagined all the scenarios of what would happen. Surely she’d get a good punishment when he got back. But she’d make sure to show him her appreciation. She’d be so good for him. She’d kiss his feet and say yes, Father to everything and love on him and allow him to do whatever he wanted to her.

He could have tied her up and blindfolded her too. He could have done a lot worse but he gagged her. The sentiment was clear. You don’t want to talk? Okay, we’ll make sure you don’t make even a single peep then.

And the Ben Wa balls? Those weren’t really a punishment at all. She loved how they felt inside of her. Made her feel full and each time she moved the balls slid around inside of her. She had to clench and clamp down to keep them in but that only got her more worked up and wetter by the minute.

This time Harry was away for another three hours. Just over. She’d been lying flat on her back looking up at the ceiling and watching the shadows move along the walls when the sun changed position in the sky as Harry got home.

He entered the bedroom and she quickly scrambled to her knees and looked up at him as she gripped the bars of the cage. She was sweet again. But he already planned on doing some not-so-sweet things to her.

He unlocked the cage and helped her stand up. She pressed her thighs together to hold the balls in place as he undid her gag. Three hours was a lot for the gag to be on and when he saw the way the leather dug into her skin and caused red marks he did feel a little bad. But just a little.

“Spread your legs.” He was still being quite cold with her but at least his hands were on her this time as he gripped her thighs.

She opened her legs up and Harry groaned. She was puffy and wet. The little cord that stuck out a few inches was shiny with her arousal, “Are you all hot and bothered, pet? Did this get you worked up?” He cooed as he smoothed his hands upward on her thighs and slowly got onto his knees, looping his finger into the handle and pulling.

“Yes, Father. I was imagining it was you inside of me. Almost came once but I stopped myself because I know you wouldn’t want that.”

Harry watched as the first ball made its appearance, shiny and slippery, “That’s right. I wouldn’t have been very happy if you’d let yourself come. But I hope you know you’re not going to be allowed to come at all tonight. You were a brat to me earlier.”

She bit her lip and nodded, “I’m sorry, Father. I know I was bad. I hope you can forgive me for my behavior. I don’t deserve to come. Your punishment is just whatever you decide for me.”

When Harry had removed the slippery balls he smiled as he stood and gently smeared her arousal over her mouth before putting his pointer and middle finger over her tongue and in her mouth, “There’s my good pet. Keep showing me how well-behaved you are and tomorrow I’ll give you something special in the morning like I planned earlier.”

Harry removed his hand and turned around, leaving Y/n standing breathless and needy by the cage as he cleaned the balls. She stayed put.

When he came back into the room he put the balls back into their rightful spot and pulled out a flogger. The one with oiled leather falls. The one that hurt quite a lot. But it was Y/n’s favorite when she knew she’d been bad.

She understood quite well what Harry was doing. He’d made her sit with the Ben Wa balls for hours to edge her and now he was going to flog her and not allow her to get off at all. The orgasm denial was going to be the real punishment in this scene.

Harry handed her the flogger as he pulled the metal suspension bar and straps down from the ceiling. Her eyes widened. It’d been a while since he’d had her cuffed to the suspension bar.

He pulled at the Velcro cuffs and motioned for her to come to him, “I’m sure you thought maybe I’d spank you, but you love spankings too much.” He pulled at her wrist and lifted her arm to secure her into the first cuff and then taking the flogger from her he pulled her other arm up, securing the Velcro to her wrist, “So, no spankings for you tonight. You’ll get this instead,” he tapped the leather braided handle over his palm as he spoke.

Y/n nodded silently.

“Tell me, pet, what’s happening right now.” He needed to know she was able to verbalize what was going on. A check-in of sorts.

“You’re going to punish me for being a brat, Father.”

“That’s right. You made my hard day even harder and so I’m going to make your hard day even harder too. It’s only fair. Isn’t that right?”

She nodded, “Yes, Father.”

Harry circled her frame as she tried to keep her eyes on him while he walked around her slowly.

“And what’s this for?” He gently brushed the falls over her shoulders, letting them slide down over her breasts.

“To flog me. Because I’ve been bad.”

“Yes. But why this one? We’ve got some lovely soft ones I could use. The rabbit one you love to play with. Why this one?”

“To mark me. To show me how I’ve sinned. The stripes are for the servant who knew their master’s will but did not get ready or act according to his wishes,” she quoted a partial verse from Luke in the Bible before continuing, “and so I will receive a lashing.”

Harry smiled, “Good. Smart girl. That’s exactly right. Are you ready to be made righteous again?”

“Yes, Father. Please. Make me righteous.”

The first thud over her back bit into her soft skin and stung as expected. She didn’t whimper nor make a peep. She was ready for the bite.

The second one had her hurling forward a few inches and sucking in a sharp breath.

But the third had a gasp falling from her mouth and her eyes squeezing shut at the pain.

“Blows that wound cleanse away evil; strokes make clean the innermost parts.”  Harry quoted a passage in Proverbs as he issued the fourth strike.

She bit down, clamping her teeth together, and squeaked as her body swung forward.

He watched the red marks on her skin grow a deeper hue and begin to welt as he continued, “I will punish their transgression with the rod and their iniquity with stripes,” he spoke calmly as he landed the flogger down over her back again. The fifth hit.

The first tear rolled down her cheek as she tried to stay composed. The smarting sting all over her back was beginning to expand and wrap around to her ribs slowly as he brought the oiled leather falls over her back again. She yelped.

“This is for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness, pet. You’re doing well. I’m proud. Only four more.”

She sobbed at his praise and nodded with her lips trembling. Her fists were clenched together tight as she braced herself for number 7.

“Repeat after me,” his lips pressed onto the top of her shoulder before he got back into position behind her, “I am but a sinner seeking forgiveness.”

She opened her mouth just as he applied strike number 7 and she whimpered as she swayed forward and panted her words, “I am but a sinner seeking forgiveness.”

“Whoever conceals his transgressions will not prosper,” he draped the flogger over her back softly before bringing it down hard over her back for the 8th hit.

“Whoever conceals his transgressions will not prosper,” she spoke weakly as the pain was immense and her shoulders were beginning to ache from the way she was putting all her weight onto them.

“But he who confesses and forsakes them will obtain mercy.” Another blow to her back as she wobbled and cried out at the ninth.

“Uh…” her breath shuddered as tried to remember the words. She knew he was quoting Proverbs but suddenly the words escaped her as her mind began to stretch thin into paper and airy like dandelion seeds, bending slowly into her submissive state, “I’m sorry. I forgot, Father. I need help.”

Harry dropped the flogger to the ground as he noted her voice was tiny and that her composure had been lost. He took her wrists from the Velcro suspension bar and let her fall into his arms, “That’s enough then. You’ve done well.”

He brought her to sit on the bed next to him and lifted the glass of water up to her lips to make her drink. Her eyes were full of tears as she looked at him sweetly and gulped down a drink.

“There you go. Are you okay, pet?” He softly brushed her hair from her face and spoke quietly to see where she was.

“I’m okay, Father. I just forgot the verse you said and I couldn’t repeat it. I’m sorry. You can keep going. Only one more.”

Harry shook his head, “No that’s enough for now. I bet you’ve learned your lesson.”

Y/n whined and shook her head, “No. I need more. I was so bad. Please.”

She sunk down to the floor and put her hands on his knees and slid her palms up his brushed wool pants to the tops of his thighs, “Please.” Her rounded eyes begged him for more.

“What do you want then? Hmm? What do you think is appropriate?” He tilted her face up as he tenderly grasped her chin.

“I want you to come. I need you to or I don’t feel like I deserve your forgiveness.”

“Okay. And how should I come? What should we do to make that happen?” He brushed her wet lips and felt his heart go wild in his chest. He knew what she’d ask for. What she’d beg for. Something that she loved that was never a punishment.

“Please, have my throat and my mouth. I beg you. Choke me with your cock and come wherever you want. I’m yours to use however you please.”

Harry smiled and pushed his thumb into her mouth, “This mouth? Want me to fuck it? Gag you with my come? Is that what you want?”

She nodded, “Yes, Father, please.” Her words were mumbled over his thumb that he still had pushed into her mouth.

“Good girl,” he stood up. “Undo my pants.”

Y/n lifted her fingers to his button and then pulled at his zipper before yanking the material down and then bringing his cock out of his boxer briefs. He was already angrily hard.

“It’s so yummy, Father. My mouth is watering,” she whispered as she inspected him. His cock was right in front of her face, tempting her to taste but she would wait until he gave her permission.

Harry chuckled and wiped the drool from the edge of her mouth, “Your mouth is watering, pet. Well, then. Get to it.”

She immediately jutted her tongue out and began licking him up and down as she kept her eyes on him. This was the easy and soft part. The moments before she sucked him into her mouth and he began to fuck her face.

Harry watched his pet swipe her wet tongue over his shaft and peck warm kisses along his soft skin. A beautiful picture he wished he could have framed and hung up in his living room. He was sure that his parish would not approve.

When she finally popped his tip into her mouth and sucked he grasped her hair and sunk himself into the hilt and groaned.

Harry had been worked up since that morning when he left her. He wouldn’t last long but he would make it good, for both of them.

He began to rock his hips into her as he held the back of her head to keep her in place. She grasped onto his thighs and gagged every time his smooth tip bent down her throat.

“Keep your eyes on me, pet. Want to watch those tears fill up in your eyes.”

She did her best. It was hard to keep them open the way she knew he wanted. His cock was wide and long and every time she gagged and gurgled over him she was tempted to smush her eyelids closed. But she was determined to be the best girl she could be for him so she kept her eyes on his, even though her sight was blurred from the moisture beginning to fill in her vision.

“Yes… my sweet pet. Loves getting her throat fucked. Just made for sucking cock, aren’t you?”

Y/n hummed around him in response as he pulled out before thrusting back in, his cock curving down her throat and she heaved in reflex to the obstruction hitting her tonsils.

“Choking darling?” Harry spoke amusedly as she drooled and forced her eyes to stay open.

He could feel her nails digging into his skin tightly. If she needed air she’d let him know so he continued getting himself off in her mouth. A low groan fell from his lips as he used the hair he had carded between his fingers to move her over him as he pleased, pressing her so far down her nose grazed the skin and hair at his base.

And he was quite pleased. Even when he was holding her down on him and she was coughing and gurgling, she was still looking upward into his eyes with her bleary ones.

Her face was wet and her mouth was stretched out, puffy pink lips wrapped around his dense cock. He smiled down at her and pulled her off of him so she could catch her breath. His own chest rose and fell rapidly as he was right on the edge of his own orgasm.

“Taking me so well,” he gently wiped his thumb over her temple, “I think it’s time for your reward. What do you think?”

She nodded quickly, her fingers still pinching into his skin in anticipation of what was to come, “Need it. Please, Father.” Her voice was a bit scratchy as she spoke but he knew she’d want it.

With his fingers still in her hair he moved his other hand down to her throat, wrapping his palm around the collar as he pushed her down over his shaft and then held her in place as he began to fuck into her throat in heavy thrusts that had her wincing and swallowing around his tip with each punitive glide.

His thighs began to shake and his mumbled words and groans grew louder, “Fuck baby, fuck… Open up for me… Just like that…” He looked down at her wet, hot little face as he held her still for his cock.

He choked out a gasp as he began to come, stilling his harsh thrusts and burying himself in beyond her soft palate and uvula. His cock twitched and throbbed as she swallowed him down like the good girl she always was for him once he got her on her knees before him this way.

He watched her blink up at him with doe eyes as he pulled himself out. She gasped and heaved as saliva spilled out of her mouth and down her chin.

Harry reached for her under her arms to help her stand and gently turned her to look at her back, making sure she was still okay.

“Time to get you cleaned up, pet. Then we’ll make dinner and watch something on TV together. How’s that sound?”

Nodding her head she clung to him as he brought her into the bathroom to wipe her back with a rag and help her clean up between her legs. He had her face the mirror as he stood behind her and began to dab the cool rag onto her skin where the raised flesh was bright pink and hot under his hand.

She looked at him through the reflection of the mirror, “Thank you, Father.

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Your skin is on fire. Everywhere Harry touches has you sinking deeper and deeper into the mattress, hands gripping tight in his hair. He’s lapping you up after just having made you come with his mouth, mumbling something along the lines of lemme clean you up, baby, as you twitch and gasp in sensitivity. He’s gentle in a way you’ve never experienced from someone his age (and it still manages to shock you), as his thumbs stroke your hips with every noise you make—contrasted by the ravenous way he continues consuming you.

“Can you still take me?” He whispers against your mound, climbing up your body when you nod and whimper, leaving tender kisses as he goes. “Yeah?” Harry sucks a mark underneath your chin and you arch up into him. “Yeah, pretty girl?”

You find your voice. “Yes. I can take you, Harry.”

He smiles against your skin, kissing up to your lips and you open up for him easily, eager to taste yourself. “I know you can,” he says into your mouth. “You were made for me, weren’t you?”

And the implications don’t scare you; no matter how not together the two of you are—your body belonged to him the moment he first took you. So you don’t hold back in agreeing. “Made f’you—only you. Please fuck me now.”

Harry bites your chin in response, feigning softness in the pecks he sponges onto your cheeks before he flips you over with ease. The way he manhandles you is exciting and you have to make the conscious effort to position your head to the side so you can breathe. But Harry has it all figured out for you (“Don’t need you to worry about a thing,” he’d once promised with you sitting pretty on his lap) as he props you up on your forearms and pulls you by your hips to his front.

His hardness slips through you and you twitch in anticipation as Harry sighs. He paints himself up and down your folds for a torturous amount of time, daring to push the tip in before withdrawing—teasing you and himself. You’re desperate, chin touching your chest in near madness, as you reach a hand back and search for him. Harry interlocks your fingers and pulls your arm behind your back, giving himself leverage as he finally sinks into you with a choked groan.

Your eyes flutter shut in relief and it doesn’t take long for your other arm to collapse, getting trapped underneath your chest. Harry’s grip is firm on your wrist behind your back, his other hand on your hip as he alternates between fucking you fast and then slow—numbingly hard either way. The way he changes pace makes you dizzy; impossible to stay calm and your body starts reacting on its own.

“Fuck,” Harry moans as you start to bounce back into his thrusts, barely aware of your own movements. His hips stutter. “Yes, fuck baby, that’s so hot.” He lets go of you and leans over your body, chest pressing to your back and hands pushing into the mattress, as you thrust back onto his cock. Harry stops moving, letting you work him how you want, and his mouth becomes loose with fragmented praise that turns into unintelligible noises. You feel his hair brushing your back, forehead dropping in nothing but pleasure. You’re sure he’s never been so bent out of shape.

But you start to tire, and once he notices he’s quick to start up again. His hands grip your waist and push you further into the bed—your knees collapsing—as he fucks into you so deep your jaw falls open; you’re sure it will never close again. “You close?” Harry pants.

Your arms stretch out above you as you cry. “Please don’t stop—oh my god.”

“Come on baby, squeeze my cock,” his voice is so taut, so ready to come.

You clench around him and he lets out another deep groan, hand reaching around to your front to rub your clit in tight circles. This time you clench involuntarily and it doesn’t take much longer until you’re crying out, shoving your face into the mattress and coming around Harry in hot pulsating spasms. He’s sure to work you through it before desperately pulling out and releasing long ribbons onto your ass and lower back. His softening cock rests on you for a moment as you both calm down, breathing loud.

“Don’t move,” Harry says gently after a moment whilst getting up. You don’t dare to, limbs turning to jelly and surely fusing to his bed. He returns with a soft washcloth, smiling to himself when you jump as he wipes his come off you and swipes delicately between your legs. “You still with me?”

You hum although you’re not sure you aren’t asleep. “That was good,” you manage to whisper.

Harry laughs and lays down next to you, tenderly moving you to rest on top of him. “Yeah, it was. Getting harder and harder not to come as soon as I push inside of you,” he brushes your hair away from your face.

“That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,” you smile with closed eyes.

Harry lets his own eyes close as your heartbeats even out and he falls asleep trying to stay convinced that he’s not completely and utterly in love with you.

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Y/N was nervous.

She wasn’t sure what had gotten into her. She was known for being calm, collected, and at times even a bit cold but she had a feeling her nerves had something to do with this project for her photography class. It all felt like a sick set-up, as if her professor knew she was due for a life crisis when he asked such a loaded question to the class.

What parts of yourself do you hide from others?

“All of them.” She thought to herself as she scribbled on the corners of the paper she was meant to be writing her answer on. What was she supposed to say? This was a photography class, not group therapy. Knowing this would somehow connect to their project, however, she chose to be honest for once.

That’s how she ended up with her biggest fear written on a flimsy piece of paper that Harry now held.

“So what were you thinking? Should I just get naked and we go from there or?”

Harry blinked at the boldness of the girl in front of him. Truly, he hadn’t expected this to be the outcome. Reading her loopy handwriting on the paper.

‘Vulnerability’

Harry had been rather friendly with her for a long while, though never breaching the walls she set up high. He wasn’t one to push. Harry liked to be comfortable and kind and often had people telling him how much he was one of those people. The one you could tell anything to.

That didn’t work on Y/N, however. She was closed and he could respect that. They ran around the same friend group but Harry kept his distance mostly, though they’d had a few good conversations over drinks or blunts. She was cool, really cool.

However, she was open about a lot of other things. Sex, definitely. She wasn’t shy about talking about that or hookups or what she did online. Harry could respect it. She had said though that she never got fully naked on there.

To be the one trusted with taking naked pictures of Y/N was a big deal, but for a photography class, it did seem a bit much.

“I think so. But… are you sure you’re comfortable?” He said softly, looking up at her through his lashes as he set the camera around his neck. “I don’t want you to push too hard for this. We can make something else up if you want.” He should know better, though. She wasn’t one to throw in the towel at a challenge.

Y/N tilted her head at his comment, letting out a little laugh. He was sweet. She knew he was just being his usual kind self by giving her a way out, but she needed to do this for herself as well. She’d seen the pictures Harry had taken and she could tell that he had a unique view of beauty. It was a harsh contrast to the hyper-sexualized images she usually took of herself.

“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t think I could do it.” Y/N shrugged, wasting no time in undoing the button of her jeans and tugging them off. One by one she removed the clothes from her body, not once looking up to see the look on Harry’s face.

Y/N was used to being semi-naked on her social media channels. It surprised her, she hadn’t realized how many people would spend money on pictures of her in various skimpy outfits and underwear. Being naked in front of Harry was different, however— there was no screen to hide behind, no buffer, he’d be able to see through her act.

She was just naked and well… vulnerable.

Y/N pulled herself back together in seconds, positive that Harry hadn’t even noticed that she was having a mini-breakdown in her head. No, she needed to do this and if she was being honest, he’s probably the only person she’d let do something like this.

“Alright, so where do you want me?”

Harry swallowed thickly as he watched her body slowly become exposed to him. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen her photos before- he had seen plenty, always thinking she was incredibly beautiful and wishing to photograph her.

He just wished it was more so on her own accord rather than for a project.

“Loaded question.” He tried to lighten her mood with a soft chuckle. “Why don’t you go… the window facing couch?” The studio he had rented was seemingly cold, her anxiety clear on her face. He was going to do his best to soothe her though. Make her see that he was safe.

Harry would never want her to feel anything but comfortable and at ease. He had done plenty of nude shoots for people before but this was different. She was nervous and doing it to prove a point.

“There you go. If at any point you become uncomfortable, let me know. Why don’t we use the sheet a little bit?” He slowly approached with a silky champagne-colored sheet. “You look gorgeous but I can tell you’re uncomfortable.”

“Fuck,” She muttered under her breath, thinking that she had been getting away with seeming confident. “It’s that obvious huh?” Y/N chuckled, shaking her head as if it would help shake the nerves out of her system as she adjusted the fabric on her body.

Harry made himself busy, putting on some classical music. It was something he liked to do for shoots in general, it was a quick way to relax someone while also letting their mind wander.

Other than that, it was comfortably quiet in the room, Harry hadn’t even noticed she settled into a position looking out the window. He thought she looked perfect like this. Quickly checking the settings on his camera, he snapped a shot before she moved, hoping to capture her feelings in this moment. Providing a before to a hopefully much more comfortable after.

Turning her head at the sound, Y/N’s eyes darted between the camera and the head of thick hair behind the camera. She hasn’t realized he had started, gods, she hoped she actually looked relaxed. She was trying so hard to keep her mind off the fact that she was naked.

Vulnerability. When she wrote it down on her paper it seemed to easy thing to conquer.

Harry liked having her around. He had always been a curious man but she got him wanting to know more. Harry was softer spoken while she was louder and rambunctious but he liked that about her.

It was interesting to see this side of her. Quiet. A bit more reserved. Not that he wanted her to be uncomfortable at all but he liked the idea of her being more… real with him. He took a few more photos before he spoke again.

“I can see that you’re tense.” He kept his voice soft, walking towards her with the camera in hand instead of pointed at her. “But you’re in control here, love. Okay? You have the final say in what photographs leave my camera. Just this itself is a beautiful show of vulnerability.” He licked his bottom lip as he kneeled down on one knee in front of her, taking the camera off of his neck.

“Do you want to see what I’ve gotten so far? To see how it looks?” He was careful not to touch her body, resting his hand on the couch next to her but far enough away that it wouldn’t brush skin. The sheer covered her delicate areas, and he kept his eyes on her face.

“I uh— honestly I think it would probably be better for me not to look at them till you’re done with them,” Y/N admitted, feeling small under his gaze. She just couldn’t stop thinking about what he could be thinking. Expecting to meet his intense stare, she was surprised to find the opposite. He looked concerned— his gaze soft, eyebrows knit together as he tried his hardest to read her. She knew he was struggling too, that was the point.

“Sorry, I’m… just feeling weird right now. I don’t know why but I’m gonna figure it out.”

Y/N had known Harry for a while now and she felt comfortable around him. Too comfortable and it scared her. Harry was a very easy guy to know and be around, he makes people feel like they were the only ones in the room when they have his attention. Seeing him interact with others was one thing, but when she experienced it for herself she couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t an act either. He never pushed for more information, was always just happy to hear whatever she felt like telling him and would always ask the most thoughtful things as if it was just second nature.

Harry wasn’t like most people. It’s why she liked him so much.

“You don’t have to apologize.” He reassured her. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel as if she had to make him feel comfortable too. He was fine. “It’s natural to feel a bit odd when you’re pushing your control. I am going to say that it takes a lot of guts to show up and be naked in front of a friend with a camera and trust. But you’re doing it.” He gave a private smile just for her, placing it back over his head.

“Let’s try and get some shots and then we can regroup and see what makes you feel the most at ease.”

He stood up and backed away from her, directing her to lay back against the arm of the couch and allow her legs to be facing the camera. Truly? She was fucking stunning. Hair a tiny bit messy and lips pouty from the nervous biting but he loved how she looked all the time. It wasn’t new to find her to be gorgeous.

Still though? She was uncomfortable. He could see it in her face as she looked at him, eyes avoiding the lens and squirming just a bit. His finger pressed the button and took a few shots, focusing on other details of her. The curve of her leg, how her skin was glowing in the light that came through the large window. Sometimes it blew him away that a girl as fucking breathtaking as her was single. It was her choice, he knew, but she must have plenty of options. She wasn’t shy to say she had some good hookups, never skimping on details.

Still, he watched her carefully as he moved around with gentle praises.

“There we go… that’s it.” His raspy voice was a bit quieter than she was used to. “Just like that. You’re doing so well f’me. Move your leg a little bit to the left…. Mhm, perfect. You knew where I wanted it.”

Her body reacted to his words faster than she could process them, instinctually relaxing at his praises. The difficult part was trying not to focus on how good he sounded saying those innocent words. Harry was being professional, but her mind had managed to make its way to the gutter in record time. It had been a while since anyone paid her this much attention to her since anyone had spoken to her in such a gentle and caring tone. It came so easily to him that it made her shiver, a piece of the fabric falling to expose more of her breasts.

Y/N was turned on, there was no denying that. She was a bit embarrassed considering he was just doing his job, not being a creep at all, and here she was, so deprived of human connection that even a few short sentences had her reeling.

Weird. That was a weird feeling. It wasn’t that she was naked or that he was doing something to make her feel uncomfortable. It was the fact that she was attracted to him and the fact that she was out of her comfort zone with him. No one ever saw her like this, so soft and pliable, so unsure of herself. She couldn’t wear that mask for this and she wouldn’t sure Harry would like what he saw when she took it off. It shouldn’t matter what he thought, but it did to her. She actually liked him. Fuck she really did like him.

Despite the good shots…. Something was missing.

Harry sighed, happy that she had managed to relax a little but it seemed his words had her squirming for reasons he wasn’t positive about. She was a bit tense and ultimately her face wouldn’t relax, which was what had him worried.

“Love?” He placed the camera down and looked at her. Trying to study if she relaxed when the camera wasn’t on her– if it was him that made her nervous. “I think… would you be more comfortable somewhere else?” He had noticed her eyes flickering towards the door quite a few times.

“If you’d feel better at your own place or even mine, we can. I didn’t know the word you’d write so I didn’t plan accordingly but it is a bit sterile in here.” He tried to make her see he was okay with leaving. “We can grab some food and go to either one. It can be intimidating in a space that feels a little bit public.”

Y/N let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding, nodding along with what he was saying.

“Yeah… yeah that sounds like a better idea.” She could play it off like that for now, but Harry was smart and she knew he would figure it out as soon as they got there that it wasn’t the location that had been bothering her.

“Let me just,” She pointed to the pile of her clothes, standing up from the couch and over to the chair to start. Y/N wasn’t rushed in her movements, casually slipping into her panties as if it was something normal for them to do, seemingly unbothered. If she could just be honest and tell him it would solve all the problem! But she didn’t want to overstep and create a new one.

What if it made him uncomfortable? They didn’t really know each other like that, how could she explain how she felt like she knew exactly the kind of person he was? That she could see them in a relationship for that matter? if she could just… be more like him. Be honest and gentle and caring instead of her abrasive act she put on as protection.

Now dressed, she rummaged through her bag to find her phone when a crumpled sheet of paper came flying out with it in the process. It was Harry’s word for the project.

She briefly remembered the word it had said, controling.

It was then her mind floated back to 10 minutes ago when Harry had told her that she was in control. If he was willing to let go of his control for her, she should be able to be vulnerable for him.

“Ready to go?” A raspy voice tore her from her thoughts.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Y/N offered a closed-lip smile, following him towards the door.

Harry had driven them to grab some takeaway before putting her address in his phone. It was an easy drive but when they arrived? It had taken Harry for a fucking loop.

She had a near mansion. A coded gate she had told him, having to press it to go inside and park. It was secure and large and he had nearly had his head exploding when he got inside and saw how cool it was.

Large and open concept, loads of books and some arcade games, huge oversized sectional couch and a massive flat-screen over a retro-looking fireplace… he was in awe. They were sat at her kitchen island with their food, talking back and forth when he decided to ask about the situation.

“So… are you here alone? Or do you have some roommates?” Harry looked over at her face and watched to make sure he wasn’t crossing lines. She had been a bit shy about showing him the main floor too, so he had assumed that maybe she wasn’t sure how to talk about it.

None of their friends had ever been here before otherwise he sure as shit would have heard about it.

“It’s just me.” Y/N took another bite, watching him closely to see his reaction. She could tell he was surprised but he seemed genuinely curious when he asked so she continued. “I um.. bought the property about a year ago and had it remodeled for me, I had been saving up to get a house and the onlyfans really took off so it happened faster than usual. The ceilings make it look bigger than it is, but I like that. I’ll show you the second and third floor after we eat.”

Things like this she could talk about. It wasn’t exactly about herself but she was still sharing information about herself.

“I don’t really like bringing people here usually… I love our friends but I can’t say I really trust them.” Y/N explained with a small sigh, looking up at him again. “Was that shitty of me to say?”

It’s true that their friends were aware she had some wealth from her online presence, some more than others. At times it felt like a lot of their friends, specifically, the guys would treat her as her persona than her as a person. She had become used to that, it’s why she kept things private. She didn’t want anyone to know what really mattered to her, she knew they’d quickly weaponize it just like everyone else in her life did.

“I don’t think it’s shitty.” Harry actually understood where he was coming from. Their friends were good people, really, but some of them would not be the type to move swiftly past her job choice. Harry himself didn’t find any problem with it. Any woman who wanted to use her body for whatever they wanted to, should. It was their right. Sex work was work and that was that.

“Some of them would be weird about it. They’re….” He licked his lip and watched her face as she anticipated his next words. “I would like to think they’d be respectful but knowing how some people treat other sex workers, they may think it’s an easy thing. Or try and make you pay for everything.” He shook his head.

“I’m proud of you, though.” He genuinely was. Looking around and taking it in proved to him that she had work ethic. “Investing in property is a good thing. I am very happy for you that you’re being smart with your money. I’ll admit I didn’t expect this sort of thing… I know you’re open about your hookups and sex in general which is refreshing. But I didn’t know you’d have made it a career.” He smiled lightly at the comment showing he was teasing a little. “I know you said vulnerability on the paper… but sometimes it is the smart thing to do, to protect yourself and your inner peace. They don’t need to know.”

“Thanks, Harry.” Y/N smiled back at him shyly. She swore she felt her heart grow three sizes. Y/N knew Harry was a good guy, but it still surprised her every time. He wasn’t just saying that to just agree with her and keep her happy, he agreed with her. He thought she was smart. He was proud of her. How did he always say the right thing at the right time?

Fuck she really liked him. A lot. It’s why she kept her distance. She preferred the idea of him being this perfect guy in her head but he proved to her every time they hung out that this wasn’t just her romanticizing him. He was right there in front of her, being his perfect self. She thought he was perfect.

“I um..” Y/N cleared her throat, realizing she had been staring at him quietly for a bit and looked down at her food again. “I don’t really share a lot about myself and how I feel, so it um it’s just hard for me to talk about it. Not that I don’t want to, people don’t really ask me about this stuff so I don’t really think about it often.” She perfered to distract herself from the negative thoughts rather than facing them head-on.

Sex was the best tool for that. Whenever she had sex she knew that in that moment the only thing going on in the other persons brain was lust and true primal urges. Sex was the one thing she felt like she could do to connect with someone before they go back to viewing her as something she’s not again.

He frowned at her explanation. People didn’t ask? He hadn’t. It made him feel guilty but at the same time… she had kept a distance between them for a long time and Harry respected that. She was never overly touchy with him like with everyone else and he knew she had to sense he wasn’t the most affectionate with his friends. Not because he didn’t love them but because he liked his boundaries.

Though… with her? Harry always felt a bit left out. She never came to sit on his lap or kissed his cheek or ruffled his hair the way she did with everyone else. But in that yearning, he found a lot of respect for her looking at his boundaries.

“You’re very open without being open.” He spoke his thoughts out loud. “But you share those intimate hookup stories and superficial stuff so people don’t dig a bit deeper?” He tilted his head as he took a sip of his drink.

He found himself attracted to her in general, but he wouldn’t admit that in this setting. Not unless she brought it up first. She needed to be comfortable and he wasn’t a creep who was doing this to see her naked. “And you do this only fans stuff… but you never have to go deeper than your body. I understand. It can be easy… to deflect. I purposely kind of keep my own thoughts to myself. People are very… nosy but they don’t care. Our friends are nice people– they are. But I understand wanting to keep a mental barrier. I struggle sometimes with vulnerability when it isn’t someone I’m close to.”

Y/N felt her face get warm as he revealed that he had come to his own conclusions about the person she was. He happened to be right– confident in the fact that he was otherwise he wouldn’t be saying it.

“Yeah… yeah, I guess I do. But I don’t really mind it?” She said with a shrug, “Don’t have to be best friends with everyone you hang out with. Just let myself down whenever I think they’re coming around.” She explained trying to mask a bit of the hurt in her tone.

She was very lonely, always hoping someone would come around to understand her or her point of view. Wished someone cared. She didn’t really have anyone around since she and her ex Charlie broke up because she wouldn’t stop doing onlyfans. She was dating him when she first met Harry, she remembered them having a chat at Mitch’s birthday party.

“Sarah’s cool though. I’m really happy I met her.” Y/N found the light at the end of the tunnel. Their mutual friend who brought them together. She met Sarah when she started college, they both worked at a jazz bar near campus just as her onlyfans career started blowing up.

Sarah and Mitch made Y/N feel comfortable. It’s why she felt like she could trust Harry in the first place, they always spoke so highly of him.

“I’m glad I met you too.”

Harry’s smile grew from the thoughtful pout he had on while listening to her. He didn’t like the idea of her being lonely. Her body language was showing she was relaxing in his presence which was good, but she didn’t like the topic.

She was happy that they’d met though. That caused his smile, knowing she wasn’t one to lie. Harry was happy he met her too. “I always gave you space because… you seemed a bit nervous around me.” He admitted quietly.

Harry had always intimidated her and her crush only was growing being alone with him, so she could argue she had good reason! His stare was intense and he gave her all his attention, wasn’t judgemental, and fuck… he was good on the eyes.

“I hope you don’t have to be anymore. Mitch and Sarah talk so highly of you so I knew you were a good one regardless.” He had always liked her but getting to talk now was even better. “You are lovely to be around. I like you like this. You don’t have to be loud or anything– not saying I don’t enjoy that either- but you are much more gentle than I anticipated.” Not as abrasive as she usually made herself out to be to keep people at arms length.

“M’glad we got partnered. Maybe you can see m’not so scary.”

“Me? Scary?” Y/N’s face lit up with a cheeky smile. It wouldn’t be a compliment to most but she found it amusing. That wasn’t the only reason she was glowing. Harry said he liked her like this, the way she was. She didn’t have to say anything or do anything special. He said she was gentle!

“You know, that’s not usually the words I hear when people talk about me so I’ll take it. Gentle and not scary.” She smiled at him again, before finishing the last bit of her food. Of course, she was much more relaxed around him now, hell, she would open up for him right here on the kitchen island if he asked her to.

He wasn’t even trying to charm her and she could tell from the softness in his eyes he sincerely meant every word. They felt like magnets, drawing her closer and closer to him. It was getting increasingly difficult to hide but if her suspicions were right, it seemed he didn’t want her to either.

—

“Okay.” Harry sighed as she stripped down in her bedroom. It was definitely more comfortable than the studio. She had nice candles lit up before Harry got upstairs. He had to use the large restroom downstairs to freshen himself up.

“I could get lost in here.” He teased. “Big place for one person, hm?” He placed his camera bag down on her floor and took a look around. The large top floor was basically all her bedroom. 3 stories and the roof was slanted in the room to be a huge window. Loads of natural light.

“I can’t lie, the lighting is my inner photographer’s wet dream.” He snickered, looking around for the best spot.

She was almost naked, this time in just a pair of panties and her sheet held up to her chest. It was… far more appealing to him. Seeing her look like that. “I think that we can do some good shit in here.” He took a seat on the end of her bed.

“So… I have a feeling you don’t film in here. Right?” He could tell she was the type to want privacy and her own sanctuary. There was probably a filming room downstairs.

“Yeah, I don’t really do much except chill in here.” She explained, clearly, the environment was working. She was much less stiff and she couldn’t lie, seeing Harry in here made her feel a bit giddy.

“There are guest rooms on the second floor, but my office is downstairs. I like to keep it all separate, just helps clear my mind at the end of the day.” She explained and crawled up the bed, falling flat on her stomach.

“Gonna be a challenge not to fall asleep after all that food though.” Her voice was slightly muffled by the sheets. Y/N turned to look back at him and gave him a small smile, “do you wanna put the classical music back on or can we put on something more….” She started but then decided to just connect her phone to the speaker. Cigarettes After Sex.

With a small smile, she set her phone on her bedside table again and moved to lay back on the bed again.

“Do you want these off?” She asked, way less shy than last time as her hands moved to her panties.

Did he want them off? Fuck yes he did. He wanted to have not a single stitch on but he was being professional right now. Calm.

“If you’re comfortable, sure.” Harry cleared his throat. “I just… I don’t want you to feel objectified. Or sexualized.” Unless she wanted to feel that way, but that wasn’t the case right now.

There was a tension he could feel. The way she looked at him was… different. Her eyes a bit hazier and her feet kicking in the air, making him feel a bit confused about the direction but liking the confidence.

“Cigarettes After Sex is a great choice. You already look less tense but…” He paused, taking a photo of her looking at him. “What do you do to relax?  Before shoots. I know it’s different now because it isn’t a character, but how do you unwind and feel at ease on camera when doing that?”

Y/N raised her brows at the question, but not because he was asking. It was the answer that was a little complicated, but he wasn’t a stranger and he knew how she was.

“I masturbate.” Y/N said with a chuckle, back to her usual blunt self, “I know that’s not exactly the direction we’re going in but...”

It could be.

Y/N knew she was walking a very fine line, smiling a little at how flustered her comment made him. As much as being blunt was part of her persona, it was still very much a part of her. She liked getting a reaction out of people.

But again, she didn’t want to overstep. She had never been very touchy with him or flirty with him so she was doing it subtly as if to test the waters. They didn’t have to fuck this very second, but if they did she wouldn’t be mad either. She wanted him to be the one to make that choice, a bit too afraid of reading the room wrong.

Harry was a bit stunned. He hadn’t expected…. that answer. His cheeks flushed slightly but he couldn’t lie and say it didn’t affect him. It did. More than he had wanted it to.

“Oh. I…” Harry recovered fairly quickly. “If it will help you…. You can. You’re safe here.” He wouldn’t be a creep. She was beautiful, and that was something he couldn’t and wouldn’t deny. She was art. “Female pleasure is beautiful in any way. People make it seem dirty sometimes but I understand why you do.” And he did.

“Makes you feel a bit tired and boneless. Less pent up. I get it. If you want to, I can leave the room and you can. Or… whatever you’d like.” He wanted to watch. He really did. The ball was in her court now, but he was hoping she would let him. As much as he had been trying to be respectful all this time, if she was the one to initiate… he wouldn’t say no. There was that spark that he hadn’t realized was fully a flickering flame starting because he hadn’t been truly alone with her before.

Y/N was going to drop the topic and try and relax in some other way but she could see the wheels turning in his head. He was interested, surely. He wouldn’t leave it so open-ended if he wasn’t, but she needed to be sure. A burst of confidence shot through her and before she could hesitate she seized the moment and asked:

“Would you like to watch, Harry?” She asked, her tone inviting but somewhat shy. She’d always been the center of men’s fantasies but they often portrayed her as a playful and powerful minx of a woman. She never felt comfortable enough to show the more sweet and docile parts of herself. But she did with Harry.

His paper had said that the part of himself that he hides from others was his controlling side and he so simply told her that she had all the control in this situation. It must mean something for him to do that. This was her offering it back to him in her own way, giving him control of her because she trusted him.

“I…” His mouth dried up as she asked him. She actually asked him if he wanted to watch. As if it was even a question.

“If you feel… as if you could be comfortable with it? I would enjoy watching, yes.” He said with a slightly hoarse throat. His body hot and a little flushed in the cheeks as he realized she may actually want that. All of the work he had done to not show his attraction to her was down the drain now, but it seemed to be consensual.

“I won’t take any photos of you during. Unless you’d like me to.” He clarified. Just because she did things for work didn’t mean she would be comfortable with him in possession of them and he was doing his best to be mindful of that. This wasn’t just sexual work. It was art.

Vulnerability.

He sat himself on the chair near her bed, hand up to his chin while he rubbed his bottom lip, watching her as she sat up and the sheet dropped from her top. Exposing her naked chest to him, letting him look at her.

God, she was fucking beautiful. She had to know it.

“You know you’re stunning, right?” He commented lowly. “Not just… in the whole sex appeal way. But genuinely beautiful. Like art.”

“You really think so?” Y/N felt like her body was on fire, a small smile appearing on her face. Knowing Harry was about to watch her made her slow down her movements, fingers carefully caressing her chest and sides. She wanted to give him a good show, a good enough show to where maybe he would want to join her.

She’d been patient, yes, but the signs were all truly signs then. Harry was interested in her. She didn’t think he was only here for this to happen… this was genuinely a surprise to him. Y/N liked that and it only made her want him more.

“I…” Y/N pinched her nipples, letting out a small gasp at the feeling. His eyes locked on hers, she tilted her head at him. “I-I’ve never had someone watch before… not in real life anyway.” She moved her hands to smooth over her stomach watching his eyes follow her every move.

“Have you… thought about this before?” She asked quietly, still a bit shy. The risk of being wrong too high. Sure he said he would like to watch and that she was beautiful, but what if this hadn’t been brewing as it had for her? She knew he would never make her feel embarrassed about it, but she’d like to think their pining was mutual.

“I only ask cause…” She finally reached the lace of her panties, “I’ve thought about you.”

Harry’s body felt like it was buzzing. Her hands slowly moving down her body and his eyes tracing every line. He was itching to grab his  camera and take photos of each line of her body but thankfully the want to simply soak it in was far more enticing than that.

Her confession, though, made him swallow hard. She had thought about him? While… touching herself? She was looking right at him like a sweet girl, but her fingers were resting over waistband of the lace, tracing back and forth while awaiting an answer.

“Yes. I have.” His voice was deeper than it had been before. It wasn’t something he ever thought about confessing. “Whenever you’d… explain those hook ups… I’d imagine myself in their place instead.” His mouth felt a little dry, taking in the beauty that was in front of him. It did heavily stroke his ego that she had thought by about him, though.

“And what did you think about, angel?” His tone was soft but eyes hot. Inside of his pants? He was beginning to harden at a pace he hadn’t realized possible. This was definitely one of the hottest situations he had been in. It wasn’t even the dirtiest but who it was with outweighed all the other filth.

Y/N let out a little whimper at his admission, squeezing her thighs together involuntarily before removing her hands from under the lace. She was going to tease herself, take her time seeing as this seemed more important than the photos at the minute.

“I thought about…” She let out a shaky breath, “thought about your hands a lot, I really like your rings… thought about how’d they feel on my skin… how heavy your hand would feel on me.” This was all but the start of her fantasies. She had imagined Harry in all different types of positions, in all different kinds of moods, different places…

“You’re just so… nice.” She sighed but it sounded almost like a whine, “always making sure everyone is okay, the way you talk…” his voice. Oh his voice got her every time. Y/N knew she’d be able to get off in no time if he kept talking to her the way he did.

“Earlier at the studio… I know you weren’t meaning to, but you sounded so good directing me— I couldn’t focus.” She hissed as her fingers slid down her clothed slit, still teasing.

Harry’s fingers were biting into the chair. Watching her was killing him in the best of ways, his eyes locked on her but unable to choose where to keep his view. Her face, her breasts, her hands. It was all so fucking tempting.

“You like my hands, hm?” He peeled one from the chair arm and stroked his own thigh, loving that she actively was thinking about them now. He did have large hands and did get compliments on them often, but it felt even better coming from her.

Her touch over the lace had him nearly drooling. He knew that it would be fun to tease her over it. That she could feel the heat of his tongue if he were to lick over it but it wouldn’t be enough.

“You just want someone to be nice to you, darling?” He wondered if maybe she had been going about her hook ups all wrong. “But… y’told the girls how you had a bit of a thing for some name calling.” He wasn’t trying to embarrass her, but he could tell based off of what he knew that she liked to be scolded a tiny bit.

“I can be very nice to you. You are so beautiful, pet. Look so pretty touching yourself like that. Is it okay if I talk to you during?” He had to double check. It was pretty obvious that she did, but the verbal consent was key.

“Mhm!” Y/N mewled, nodding her head. “Yes, please!” She corrected herself, just in case he was a stricter than she anticipated. She wanted to be good for him, show him that she was the best he could have.

Y/N didn’t really want much in her life, she had everything. But she wanted him. Not only because he could take good care of her, but because she knew she could take the best care of someone like him.

“I-I wanna be your good little slut.” She told him, “anything you want.” Y/N didn’t anticipate getting this worked up so quickly but then again, she was just so excited he was reciprocating. He was giving her exactly what she wanted and she didn’t want him to change his mind.

Silly girl still wanted to be accepted deep down, she had no idea just how much she was doing to him.

“Such nice manners. I’m very impressed.” Harry was in awe. Falling into a fantasy he’s had for a while, being able to see her this way… it was getting to him.

Of course he hadn’t anticipated this. Seeing her with her legs spread and little fingers rubbing her lace covered cunt while looking at him for his approval. Calling herself his little slut. Fuck.

“You’re already doing such a good job. How do your fingers feel?” He murmured, spreading his legs as he leaned back, tracing over his belt. “You look gorgeous spread out like that. Now you’re relaxing for me, aren’t you?” He looked relaxed in his own right. Spread thighs and head tilted back slightly, his eyes dark and focused on her alone.

“Show me what feels the best to you. What makes you cum, angel?”

Nodding once again, Y/N lifted up her hips to pull panties off quickly. She wanted to give him a better view but also was tired of her own teasing. She wanted to feel more and he had given her permission to do so.

With her legs fully spread she brought her fingers right over her clit, rubbing slow but firm circles around it. With each circle she made, she became wetter and wetter, her slick starting to make sounds with every slight tug on her folds.

Y/N let out the lightest of moans, smiling at the feeling. It felt so good. So different. It was just the two of them and no one else existed in that moment. Just him watching her, him making her feel like the most desirable woman he’s met, he hadn’t even touched her but she was going wild with want.

“I-I just do this for a while, till I feel my stomach get tighter…” She told him in a breathy tone, practically whimpering at him. No one’s ever heard her speak like that, but she had a feeling Harry would love it. “I-fuck! Mmm…” She shuddered as a small wave of pleasure flooded her system.

“Sometimes I use a toy.”

Harry was the luckiest son of a bitch to be able to witness this shit. He had a feeling that she wasn’t usually so… open this way. She was fully nude but it was more in the way she was a bit shy. Not uncomfortable but as if she was new to this. It had to be him.

Her cunt was fucking perfect. He had to restrain himself from getting up and touching her right now because she was just so fucking tempting.

“You do?” He questioned, quietly pulling at the end of his belt. “Just lay there like that and touch yourself? You look so good doing it.” He praised. “Such a gorgeous cunt. It’s already so wet.” He was hoping it was caused because of him.

“What toys do you use? I want to know how you pleasure yourself. Have to be good to a pussy as pretty as that. Can understand why you have this house.” He smirked a little, watching her eyes widen. “But it’s never been like this for your little followers, yeah? You don’t get this wet for them? Only for me.”

“Yes, only for you!” She swallowed thickly, straining her neck just a  because her fingers really weren’t doing enough. Y/N was beyond horny, her body warm and worked up. She wanted to ask Harry to touch her, she wanted his help, but she promised herself she would be good. If he was controlling himself, so should she.

Instead, Y/N reached over to her bedside table where she pulled out three of her favorite toys. They weren’t all designed to make masturbating look sexy, maybe the wand and the vibrating dildo? But her favorite had to be the one that was designed to suck on her clit.

“This one…” She felt a shiver just at the thought. “Feels so good.” Y/N told him, looking up at him with her lustful hazy eyes. “I like to… put it right here— ah!” She squeaked, feeling the vibrator come to life and began to suction against her most precious parts.

“Feels so good Harry.” She told him in what sounded like a painful sob, “but you’d feel so much better.”

Fuck. 

Harry watched with anticipation as she grabbed toys out of her drawer. Jesus. He was feeling aroused already.

“It looks like it does, sweet thing.” He murmured, undoing his belt. She was spread out, showing Harry exactly what she was doing. The toy immediately began to do its work, making him smile. She needed to cum so badly, she had a toy stimulating her and she was still thinking about him.

“I know I’d feel a lot better. So much more wet. Wouldn’t be able to close your pretty thighs. How long have you been thinking about my mouth on you, baby?” The clink of his belt being pulled off was the only other sound in the room besides her pants and the buzzing from the toy, music drowning out into white noise.

He loved the noises she made. The slight sob when she said his name. Her shaky whimpers. He wanted more.

“Let me hear what you’ve been thinking about. D’you want me to touch myself too?” Seeking permission but also teasing because she looked like she would jump at the chance. “You’ve got me worked up. S’a bit tight in here.”

“Yes, please!” Y/N begged, desperate to see just how much she had effected him. He had been so calm and collected all day, she felt so naked in all senses of the word and the authority in his tone matched with his fully clothed body made her feel so small. It got her excited.

From her time online she figured out a lot of things about her sexuality. One being that she liked to experiment and have fun, but two is that she didn’t like showing her deepest desires online. These desires were saved for herself and for hookups… but even those didn’t get to see her the way Harry was seeing her now. Hearing her a whiny pleading mess.

“Been thinking—“ She squeaked again, “thinking about you since… the Halloween party where you came as a pirate. You got so drunk you were so— oh my god!” Her breath hitched, hips bucking up. “You just didn’t care as much, you were so touchy— you were so close to my neck, your lips looked so soft. I just know you’re such a good kisser…” She groaned, “you wouldn’t stop fucking me with your eyes!”

She was telling the truth. Harry had been fucking her with his eyes. He had been wanting to grab at her hips and bite on the curve of her neck and bend her over the sticky counter to spank her. But he hadn’t.

“I was, wasn’t I? You looked so cute. Little playboy bunny.” He popped the button of his pants lazily undoing the zipper. Anticipation was getting her off and he could see it.

“All the way since then? You’ve been fantasizing about my hands all over that pretty body… my mouth… all of it?” Peeling down the fabric of his pants and briefs at the same time, he lifted himself up to stand. Approaching the bed slowly, taking himself in his hand but keeping the other one out to silently tell her to stay there.

“And now m’doing it again. Fucking your with my eyes while you’re using a silly little toy to suck on your clit. You wish it was my mouth.” He smiled down at her as he got close, placing his hand under her chin.

“You look so perfect, angel.” His coo was tender as he looked down at her, lifting her chin. “Spit in my hand. Keep touching.” The man warned as he saw her squirm and look like she was about to get up. His restraint was good, but he was trying to keep it how he wanted it.

“I do!! I do, I do wish it was your mouth!” Y/N was out of breath, a panting, whining mess as she tried to keep her eyes open and looking into his. Her mouth felt dry, lips opening and parting in search for her voice. Feeling his grip strengthen on her jaw, she blinked up at him doing her best to gather the spit in the back of her throat.

It was filthy, the sound she made when she spat on his hand. There was a long strand of spit following her bottom lip, she didn’t even bother cleaning it up. Y/N felt like he would enjoy the visual. Blinking a few tears away from her eyes, she let out a moan feeling herself getting closer to an orgasm with the added pressure she applied.

“I’m so close, baby, can I? please, please, pleaseeee”

Harry looked down at her. How she was begging him, how she looked wrecked just from the toy and her slightly trembles. A line of spit connecting her lip and his hand, it was a filthy, beautiful fucking sight that had him gripping his cock with his now wet hand and stroking himself, covering the length with the mess and taking in the sight in front of him.

“Go. Cum for me, sweet girl.” He wanted her to let go first. Make her loose and soft and pliant for him to be the most at ease she could. His hand stroked himself in slow drags, watching as he looked above her as she arched up and shook. Her grip on the toy loosened as she began to tremble but he took a risk, placing his hand on hers and pressing it to her cunt even harder.

The suction of the toy on her clit had sparks going from her bones, Harry watching as the orgasm began to take over her. “That’s my girl. Come on… let go. Makin’ me so fucking hard, look so fucking beautiful. Go.”

He didn’t mind his fingertips getting wet, didn’t mind how she was chasing the feeling. Eyes focused on hers and how they began to roll back. “For me.”

The feeling was indescribable.

With one last throaty groan and gasp of air, Y/N felt one of the strongest orgasms she’d had take over her body and soul. It wasn’t like she hadn’t done this a thousand times before on her own, but Harry being there made all the difference.

“Harry…” She breathed out pathetically, allowing her hand to reach up and rest just above his hip. The small sliver of skin she felt warm to the touch, toned yet perfectly soft. He was everything she ever dreamed he’d be and more.

Even in her post orgasmic state she was too focused on how angry his cock looked, how she desperately wanted him to feel just as she just had. She could think about her actions later. Abandoning her toy she shifted so she was sitting up, guiding Harry to fully relax beside her.

“Please let me… let me touch you.” She whispered, aching to mount him and smother him in her affections like she had been waiting for this whole time. She felt wild with desire, wanting nothing more than to satisfy the man who’d shown her nothing but respect.

Harry initiated contact first, using his free hand to card through her hair and push it back as it had gotten a bit messy in her activities. Being gentle and tender with her as she had just fucking came for him, he was soft with her and searched her face for her true emotion.

She wanted to touch him.

“I suppose you can. You were a very good girl.” He sighed, moving his thumb and brushing over her bottom lip. There was no resistance when he pushed it into her mouth, immediately taking it in and beginning to suck on it.

It was fucking sexy. Pushing the digit inside and pulling it almost all the way out, just to press it further back and press down on her tongue, he watched her cheeks hollow as she tried to show him just how good her mouth could be.

“You are a slut, aren’t you?” His tone was gentle. “Greedy. But I like you like this. You’re being so good and not jumping on me like I know you want to. Sucking on my finger like it’s my cock… is that what you want?” He paused, pulling his finger out of her mouth and smearing her own spit over the bottom lip, dragging it down before it snapped back into place.

“Do you want to feel my cock down your throat, sweet girl? Do you think you can handle it? Much bigger than your toys.”’

“I can do it!” She exclaimed, voice hoarse from the strain she had put on her throat. “I can— I can make you feel so good.” Y/N reached farther up his shirt, nails digging into his back just enough to get the reaction she was looking for.

“Let me see you,” She whispered in his ear, hot breath fanning over the skin of his neck. Y/N dared to pressed her lips just below his ear, keeping it gentle though she wanted more. He had treated her with such care today and she’d be damned if she didn’t do the same for him.

With a soft hum, Harry paused his movements and tugged off his shirt in one swift motion. He couldn’t help but smile at the look of udder adoration she had plastered on her face. But despite his cock aching for release, he still felt he needed to ask.

“You’ve been holding back for so long… why?” Harry asked, hissing when he felt his own hand on his cock be replaced by her own. Slowly as to not alarm her, he gently leaned down to press a kiss to her cheek.

“D-didn’t think you saw me in that way…” It was true. She figured if he was interested he’d make it known just like all the others had. Thought maybe Mitch would tell her but he didn’t budge, neither did Sarah. So she stuck to her pining only to be left confused that night at the Halloween party. “And I don’t take rejection well.”’

“M’sorry, sweetheart.” He genuinely was. “I didn’t want you to feel… objectified. Didn’t want you to think I was like the rest of them. Just wanting your body.” He cupped the side of her neck, letting his nose drag over her cheek.

Harry had struggled internally with going for her or not. She had always said she enjoyed the single life… “Always said you were enjoying being single… I didn’t want t’make you feel awkward. M’not the type of man who shares someone. But I see you aren’t either.” He never assumed she was someone who was easy. She just enjoyed sex. But Harry liked commitment. He liked definition in relationships.

“Do you like me, sweetheart?” He was trying his best to keep himself smooth and soft. It’s how he liked to do things. A softer form of being a dominant man. “Like me more than just wanting my cock? Hm? I need to know before we do anything else.” It was a gentle warning.

“If we do it… I don’t share. You can make all the videos you want. But no one outside of that can touch you. A job is a job. But this… intimacy, vulnerability… I want to own it.”

Own her.

Her eyes searched his for any hint of dishonesty, but she never found any. She’d never had. Y/N couldn’t believe he was actually suggesting she be his entirely, she would be convinced it was all a dream if she couldn’t feel the weight of his cock in the palm of her hand.

“I like you so much, Harry— I always have,” Y/N spoke as she continued to thumb just behind the head of his cock. “You were never like everyone else, it made me nervous. Didn’t know how to act around you, was scared you’d find out how I really was and wouldn’t like it anymore.” With a little more confidence and a little added pressure to his cock she continued.

“I was always yours to take.” Y/N couldn’t deny it. If this is how being with Harry felt every time, she’d never need anyone else ever again. “You already own me, don’t you see…”

Harry liked the sound of that.

He lowered his lips to hers, unable to stop it. Pressing into her mouth with a pleased hum, claiming that mouth as his own. Her confession for to him. Stroking his ego and his damn cock at the same time, calling herself his already.

It had been going at a slow boil. Stolen glances and time together at parties where he kept his respectful distance– except the one time he had gotten drunk and was unable to control his want for her, giving into the need to be close. Now he had permission.

She tasted like cherry, tart and sweet and his favorite fruit. Holding the side of her neck and placing his hand over hers, guiding her to stroke him a bit harder. Showing her it wouldn’t hurt.

“I like you too, baby.” He murmured against her mouth. “Give yourself to me… and I’ll give myself to you. Prettiest work of art I’ve ever seen. And you’ll let me own it.” His hand moved to cover her whole throat, a steady grip but not squeezing. Just a sign of his ownership.

“My best girl. Giving yourself to me… that’s exactly what I wanted. Keep stroking… but I want your mouth. Show me how good my girl is.” He gave a gentle squeeze to her throat, biting her lower lip just slightly before letting go.

Now that she was his she felt like nothing could stop her. It wasn’t that she needed him to thrive, but rather, she finally had someone to care for her in a way that she couldn’t care for herself.

Chasing his lips for once final sloppy kiss, Y/N pushed his chest until he softly landed among the pillows of her bed. She wasted no time with teasing or kisses, they her both had enough of that. Instead, she held eye contact as she gathered the spit from her mouth to cover him all over again.

“Next time you’ll be doing the spitting yeah? In my mouth preferably.” She told him as a matter of factly, not giving him a chance for rebuttal as she wrapped her lips around his red tip.

“Such a perfect cock.” She hummed as she pulled off, sponging kisses up and down his length before running over the same spots with her tongue. “So fucking sexy, do you even know? How all the girls on campus talk about you?” Y/N cooed, returning his cock to her warm and wet mouth.

Holy fuck.

Harry dipped his head back as he felt her mouth cover the tip, his hand grabbing the fistful of hair and keeping it out of her face as she sunk her mouth down slightly.

He hadn’t expected her to switch so quickly but god, it was fucking hot. Given the go ahead, she was going to show him exactly how good and dirty she could be. Spitting in her mouth? He would be more than happy to do that. He would be making a mess of her at some point, but right now he felt light headed with her lips worshipping his cock.

“Fuck…” he swallowed, eyes closing as he took in the perfect heat and her tongue running over the ridge as she sucked. “No, I don’t know how they talk about me, baby.” It was true. He wasn’t too well versed in the gossip, in his own little world. “Why don’t you tell me what they say. Spit on it, get it wet. Tell me what the girls say about me.”

“Have everyone wrapped around your fingers and you don’t even know it? Hmm.” This time around she wasn’t so slow with it, spitting on his cock in a manner that would make even the devil blush. Y/N smirked, using her tongue to spread it around, lips kissing and sucking the sides of his shaft every now and then.

“Pouty lips, dreamy eyes, dimples, but fuck do they love your thighs.” Y/N hummed and leaned down to capture part of his inner thigh between her teeth for a second before kissing and licking over the area. “I can’t blame them, though, can I baby? Always look so good in your pants hmm, fit you so well… think about riding them all the time.” She took his cock into her mouth again, moaning against him at the thought.

“And your arms…” She spoke breathlessly, spitting on his dick once again. “These girls would give anything for you to smile their way, but none of them catch your eye though do they, hmm? It’s just me.” The smile she had on was evil, lowering her head down on to him once again. This time determined to make him finish.

She was naughty.

Harry got his first glimpse. Naughty and possessive. At least they matched. It was beyond hot, hearing her talk about him like that and then preen over the fact it was only her who got his eye.

“Fuck me… mmm, it is just you, angel. Christ. Such a good fucking mouth.” She didn’t hold back at all. The girl was making a mess, not worried about anything other than making him cum. Her sweet voice was laced with arousal, hand sticky with a mix of them both, and Harry was in heaven.

“Always been told m’a bit of a narcissist, but hearing that makes me very happy.” He stroked her hair, watching every centimeter she took into her mouth as her lips stretched around him.

“Made you jealous, baby? Hearing them say all these things… but now you’ve got my cock down your throat in your bed. Got me callin’ you my best fucking girl. God, you take it so well.” His eyes blurred as he felt her choke a bit on it, tugging her hair to pull her up.

“Careful, fuck. Feels so good but I don’t want you hurting yourself.” He watched her face panic as he pulled her away from his cock, making him smile. He felt crazy, but in a good way.

“Who are you going to brag to now that m’yours, hm? Tell me.” He wanted to hear more. Stroking himself with his hand wrapped around hers again but keeping him from her mouth. “Want to watch their faces fall when they find out m’yours? You’re a vengeful little thing. Sexy girl.”

“Mmm won’t have much time for bragging, I doubt I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you.” Y/N wasn’t at all shy, especially not about PDA. It wouldn’t be long till the two of them saw each other on campus and with their relationship now secure and confirmed, she had no problems with showing off what was hers.

“You make me so fucking horny for no reason at all, I feel like a teenage boy sometimes the way I want to jump your bones.” She groaned, feeling the warmth return to her cheeks. “I wanna make you cum.” The girl looked like a pleading puppy, “I wanna make you feel so good, Harry, tell me how I can make you feel good? Anything you want…”

Harry let out a dark chuckle, lips finding hers again in a few sloppy pecks. He couldn’t believe this was the same girl from earlier or even the one he knew around his friends. He was pleased with how obedient she was but knew this all stemmed from a place a hurt, a desire to be nurtured and for a sense of belonging.

“You already are making me feel good, my angel girl.” He soothed. The poor thing wanted to please him, and she was more than she could ever anticipate. “Just take me the way you want now. Been so well behaved for me, my girl. I want to cum down your throat and taste it on you, yeah? Then we can take our pretty pictures.”

There wasn’t much room for debate because as soon as he loosened the grip, she surged back for his cock, taking it between her lips and taking as much as she could, losing herself in the actions. No shame at all.

Harry fucking loved it.

“Yes, that’s it. Doin’ so fucking perfect.” He groaned lowly into the air, head tilted back with the pleasure of the suction. “Talented little mouth, and it’s all mine. Suck it– mmm, you know how I like it already.” There would be little teaching with her sexually because she was able to do exactly what he wanted already– and that was a gift.

“Close. So close– give me your eyes.” The request was intimate. He wanted to see her eyes. “Tip, focus on that… fuck, use your hand. That’s my fucking girl… Shit.”  the praises fell from his mouth easily, rewarding her for her efforts.

It wasn’t long before he was twitching in her mouth, the pulsing showing her that her speed and motions of her tongue right over the ridge was doing its job perfectly. “Gonna cum.”

Y/N was pleased with herself as she felt hot strings of cum fill her throat and mouth. Tearing up a bit, she didn’t stop her actions. Instead, she continued sucking him till he was just as much of a whiny sensitive mess as she had been.

“Baby, baby, please…” He pleaded, pulling her off of him by the back of her head and guiding her lips to his for a passionate kiss. Harry was breathless, but he couldn’t stop kissing her. It was arguably to hottest sex he had ever had. Never had anyone who was so willing and eager to please him, it made both his ego and his confidence grow.

“So… perfect.” Harry cooed, pressing sweet kisses all along her cheeks, jaw, and neck. “Nice and relaxed for me to take some pictures now, yeah?”

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Can you do one where u finger subrry and he cums so hard and gets embarrassed😍😍😍

Subrry Gets Embarrassed After First Anal Experience (SMUT)

AN: this will be my last fic post for a while because i'm going off to stay with my dad for Thanksgiving and then i start my new job very soon. so enjoy!!!

This story contains: sub/dom relationship, male anal fingering, jerking off a cock, mentions of pegging, a bit of subspace, slight embarrassment, fluffy aftercare

{ boyfriendrry - subrry - any harry era you want to imagine - softrry }

word count: 1,477

You finger Harry for the first time and after coming harder then he ever has before, he gets embarrassed and you have to comfort him.

You and Harry just recently started to get into the sub / dom roles during sex. It started when you noticed Harry really feeding into the more submissive role, almost as if he was craving to be in that role, and a few days later you suggested trying it out.

Neither of you wanted to do anything too kinky. Just maybe use some fluffy handcuffs, an eye mask, and of course sex toys. You asked Harry if he ever wanted to try anal because as far as you were aware he'd never done that. Even if he was more naturally submissive, it didn't have to mean he wanted butt stuff and you'd be okay with that.

But without hesitation Harry told you he REALLY wanted to. He was just nervous and wanted to take it slow. To build up to actual full on pegging. So that's how you ended up here. Harry on his back with his legs spread wide, hips raised by a pillow, and your lubed up fingers thrusting in and out of his ass hole. It felt super weird for Harry at first but now the pleasure was kicking in.

Harry had never felt anything like this before. It felt amazing and he could already tell he'll get addicted to the feeling of being full. "Feel good, my baby boy?" you question your boyfriend in a gentle manner. You were definitely a nice dom and Harry liked that. Your gentle but sometimes demanding manner made him feel safe and loved while being in such a vulnerable position.

"Yeah, s'good." Harry replies with a bit of a slur. You could tell that once he came that he'd be gone. Gone as in his head would be empty and his body would feel weightless. You kept a steady pace with your slippery fingers while taking your left hand and starting to stroke his cock. "Ahhhh!" he gasps loudly.

His cock is so much more sensitive than it normally is and he assumes its from the anal fingering being done. You have little practice when it comes to a male anus so you have no clue where his prostate even is. But when you thrust your fingers particularly hard and Harry's whole body reacts you reckon you may have found it.

After finding his prostate, Harry's been on the brink of orgasm ever since. His eyes are screwed shut. His hands are gripping the sheets. His mouth is parted and a continuous string of moans come out his throat. His toes are curling. You just keep your steady rhythm with your fingers and the hand jerking his dick off.

Though he already feels so floaty and not one hundred percent there, Harry still manages to ask permission to come. "Can.... can I come? Please...?"

Seeings as his body is slowly losing self control, you don't want to make him wait or edge him tonight. So gently you answer, "Go on. Come for me, baby." As soon as the words left your mouth and Harry knew it was safe to let go, he did just that. And he let go hard.

His whole body starts flailing around out of his control. Shaking tremors course through his body. Harry releases spurt after spurts of cum all over his belly and your fist. More than you'd ever seen him ejaculate ever before. His jaw is slack with a parted mouth. Mumbled words are being said but you can't really understand.

When you finally stop your fingers from fucking into him and you slowly release his softening cock from your hand, you sit there and look in awe of your boyfriend. His breathing is very harsh as he tries to come back to earth from that mind shattering orgasm. Harry has never came so hard in his life.

You carefully retract your fingers from his bum hole and Harry lets out a sigh of discomfort. Now he just feels empty. While he lays there reeling the after effects of coming so hard, you get out of bed to grab a damp washcloth so you can began to clean him up.

When you enter back into the bedroom with the cloth in hand, you notice Harry slowly coming to again. His eyes are fluttering open and he follows your every move with glossy eyes. But something you notice that is odd is how he's not said a word. Almost like he's too exhausted to even speak. Or some other reason that you aren't aware of yet.

You climb back on the bed and settle between Harry's legs, where you'd sat just minutes prior. You take the wet cloth and gently began to wipe off the sticky cum from his tummy and some that got into his trimmed pubes. (you'd washed your hand while in the bathroom.) His eyes stay following your actions while his voice stays non existent.

Then you run the cloth down between his spread cheeks to wipe off the messy lube that's coating his hole. You're gonna have to do some research on how to remove lube from inside the anus because you're unsure if the remnants of the product is that safe to leave inside.

Finally deciding to break the silence, you ask Harry, "You feeling alright? A bit quiet, aren't you." Harry trails his vision from your hands to your eyes and let the words you'd spoke sink into his brain. His brain is a bit slower then usual but he's finally coming back more and more and is able to understand you.

Hesitantly, Harry replies with a hoarse voice, "Ju... just embarrassed." His admission is slightly confusing to you. Why would he be embarrassed. He did nothing to be embarrassed about.

"H, what on earth do you mean? Why are you embarrassed? You did nothing to ensue embarrassment." you speak back calmly. He's never been embarrassed after sex or sexual acts before. Maybe it has to do with this being the first time you'd tried anything anal.

Sitting up on his shaking elbows, Harry explains, "It's just, I came so hard and....... and I feel like I looked a mess. I was a mess. Don't really remember much 'cause I think I blacked out or whatever but, it probably wasn't a very pretty sight." You want to laugh at his confession because to you it's so silly. But you'd never laugh when he's speaking with such vulnerability in his words.

You toss the dirtied cloth on the floor beside the bed and crawl up Harry's body, straddling his tummy. (you were wet from arousal but also dried yourself off in the bathroom.) Then you lean down and cradle his jaw in your hands softly.

"Harry, I've seen you come hundreds of times. You've seen me come hundreds of times. Just because we added a bit of anal doesn't mean anything different. I mean I could tell you came pretty hard, maybe harder than you've ever came before but you looked amazing as ever. I'd never judge you for how you looked while having an orgasm. Your body wasn't much in control so you had no way of trying to appear as if you were experiencing any less pleasure than you really were. Alright, no need to be embarrassed. I love you, baby." you ramble and when you finish speaking, lean down to kiss his lips softly.

"Okay," Harry says whispers, "can you cuddle me now. S'tired."

You lean back up and reply, "'Course I'll cuddle you, baby. Just let me turn the lights off and grab you some water." You get back off the bed and make a quick trip down stairs to grab Harry a glass of water. Then you come back up and turn the lights off except for the one lamp beside the bed. You help Harry sit up and hold the glass for him to sip on the cool water and he hums from the soothing it does for his scratchy throat.

Once Harry's done drinking the water you peel the covers back and help him get tucked in under the duvet. Then you reach off to the side to turn the last lamp off before turning back around. "Can you spoon me, please?" Harry asks of you. He's still feeling quite subby and just needs you to hold him.

"Yeah baby, turn around." you instruct and Harry turns around so you can scoot up to his back and hold him close to your chest. You're both still naked because you couldn't bother searching for clothes and honestly you both love feeling that skin to skin contact while sleeping.

While your naked breasts are pressed into Harry's back and your arms are securely around his body, the blankets up high to the tops of your shoulders, you both start to drift off to sleep. You're both exhausted and know you'll sleep good tonight.

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New sister

Summary: Sirius finds out that he’ll be having a step-sister and needs to come back home. Yet he finds something more interesting about this new sister that his brother talks of.

Pairing: Regulus Black x Reader x Sirius Black

Part 1, Part 2

Warning: 18+, Minors dni!, Voyeurism, Stepcest, Daddy kink, Limits, A slight of Degradation, SoftDom! Regulus, Innocent!Reader, Pervert!Sirius, Handjob, Spitting, Overstimulation, and pet names.

Word count: 2.6k 

Sirius felt ghastly sick to his stomach as he held a letter in between his fingers that was sent by his brother. Must’ve been one of the occurrences that Regulus sends him a letter saying that someone might be dying.

It has been two years ever since his father died. Sirius hated him for sure, but the least that he could do is respect him at his funeral. He thought something might've happened to his mother yet he got the chills of shock when he read the letter from his brother.

Mother wants you back. She’s getting married in a month and she wants us to meet his groom-to-be and his daughter. 

Regulus,

Sirius merely laughed at the scribbled words before dropping them onto the kitchen table of the Potters and resting his hands on his hips. He laughed at how at the end of the day, even though he was thrown away from the tapestry by his own mother after he left home. 

And now, she wanted him back for her white veiled occasion in a month? And a month before to unwillingly meet his mother’s new lover and soon to be stepsister.

“Go, she’s the one who wanted you.” Sirius scoffed at Remus’ incredulous statement. “I bet you she does," he sarcastically said. Rolling his eyes, placing down the cup of coffee Lily just made for them.

“It must not be that bad,” Lily chimed in. “Just go and meet them then at the end of the day you can leave.” Sirius thought about it for a moment before all of them heard Harry’s cries. 

“He must be up.” She leaves the kitchen to go and grab Harry. “She’s right Prongs,” Sirius declared.

“Isn’t she always?”

“Not always.”

“Welcome back, Master Sirius.” Sirius gave Kreacher, the house-elf that had been most loyal to the family, a big grin. Kreacher took his coat from his arm. He scanned at Sirius as if trying to find something. 

“You don’t have any luggage, sir?” he asks. Sirius shakes his head, “Not planning to stay long,” he states, walking into the manor with droopy eyes. He doesn’t know what to feel by inspecting the manor that has been changed up for a bit. Lights were now around, not the old darkened and shadowed surfaces of the area. More paintings to what he assumes were either bought or made by his mother. Antics of gold vases and more objects that signify decorations.

“But sir, the mistress instructed you to stay for a month.” 

“To what? There’s-”

“Father, have you seen my slippers!” 

A slight hindering voice caught the ear of the older son, making his head turn to the staircase that was set to his upper right. There you stand barefoot in your simple little sky dress that has sparks of gold accents on the hem of the dress. 

That’s her?

It seems as though Sirius can’t move nor shift his eyes away from you. From the very beginning when your voice was heard, he couldn't take his attention away from you. It’s as if you’re the opposite that attracts him.

“Dear, it's with me. And please, don’t shout in the manor.” The atmosphere of a calming presence was gone as he saw his mother running after you with black shoes in her hand. You swivelled around to face her, with a soft grin swelling over you. 

“I’m sorry ma’am, I forgot. Thank you for bringing these to me!” Sirius watches as his mother hands you the shoes with a smile that he had only seen once or twice in his whole life. “It’s all right dearie, no need to fuss about it. Call me Walburga, please.”

“Mistress,” Kreacher said, “master Sirius has arrived.” Both you and Walburga turned to look to your right to see him, a boy with gracefully long black hair. You’ve heard about him. And honestly, it was tragic the way that Regulus describes him. A blood traitor. You can’t even perpetuate if someone from your family had called you that. 

“Sirius, you’re back.” It was meant to be in a happy and excited tone of greeting. But you only heard of what seems like flat pace boredom. “Mum,” said Sirius.

“Good to see you back,” searching for a hint that she meant it sincerely but it’s like hidden away from a dungeon. Sirius only nodded in response, flaking out and appearing to be wanting to leave the manor in a matter of seconds.

When he turned to look at you, you gave him a dashing smile — wanting to have a first impression like what you did to Regulus. And honestly, it fulfilled a brilliant relationship with him. Sirius returned the smile but with a sprinkle of a smirk that he can’t seem to remove.

Walburga, seeing the interaction between the two of you said, “I’d like you to meet Y/N. She is the daughter of Charles. Don’t you know him?” Sirius shook his head up and down, side-eyeing you without caring if his mother saw it. 

“Well then, come along dear. I’ll help you with your hair.” She says, smiling once more before turning her head to Sirius again. “Go and clean yourself up.” With that said, Walburga pulls you gently by the arm. You waved him goodbye first, then followed the mistress of the manor back to your room.

Sirius stays still, watching as the last strand of your hair is gone. He takes a deep breath and then turns to the house-elf on his right. “I’ll go ahead.”

“Have a nice stay, Master Sirius.”

Finishing his shower, he goes ahead to wander around the manor, trying to reminisce about what it looked like back then. However, as he can remember, it still looks the same with lights flickered on. With a towel on his shoulder, he dries his hair down, whistling a tune. That is until he heard someone. Particularly his brother.

He heard him muttering through his door, he stepped closer to Regulus’ door, pressing his ear on it and listened carefully. 

“Spoiled little brat aren’t you?” 

He was shocked. More than shocked that he will hear those words from him. He wants to know who he was saying those vicious words. Just to his luck, the door was slightly crooked. He moved closer to it, making sure his presence is still nowhere to be found. 

Then there he sees you. Bent over at the end of Regulus’ bed, dress pulled upwards with your hands tied by his hand as he strongly slams his cock to you. Hair splattered everywhere, as cries echoed in the room.

His eyes broadened at the vulgar scene being set in front of him. And really, he doesn’t know if he should be either proud or stay surprised. 

Regulus pulls out for a minute and flips you over to your back. His body loomed over yours, his right arm lying flat beside your head for balance and the other roaming from your throat up to your cheeks. As you were facing the door, Sirius could see your face very well. Disorganized, crying, mouth flew open to catch heavy breaths. Overall, a fucking shit of a mess. 

“Look at me,” says Regulus, wiping the tears that keep streaming down your face. It took time for you to finally calm down and glance up to meet his eyes. It held softly for what seemed like affection. Something that is expected when someone is making love with Regulus. The only difference is when Sirius caught his brother making love with another woman, he didn’t hold any mercy at all. No talks, no wiping their tears, not saying that they should look at him. 

Sirius can’t see if Regulus is staring down at her. But he can feel him. If he was being honest, he would be too if was given a chance. Regulus’ head dropped at the crook of your neck. Inhaling deeply your scent that made him furious since day one. The scent that pulls him over to you to this explicit moment with you. And does he regret it? No. Not even a bit.

“You drive me crazy, y’know that?” he continues to trail burns up to your neck. Sirius adored how you reacted to it. Gasping slightly as if it wasn’t expected. Well, it wasn't foreseen from Regulus after all. The way that you bit your lip to secure the erotic sound leaves your throat. 

“D’you?”

“Is it bad, Reggie?” He chuckles heartedly, smiling down at you as he glares contently at your worried expression. “It is love, it is.” Both of the boys eyed you as you said “Oh no.” It was adorable of you to worry like that. But then it hits Sirius. You’re innocent.  

It’s mental of him to even have his pants get tightened just by the thought of it. No wonder Regulus is mad about you. He thought as he heard his brother chuckle once more. 

“Worried?” he asks, his thumb swiping over your bottom lips, daring to push it in. Your head nodded, eyes glistened over the fact that you might be hurting him in some way. “Want t’help me?” you muttered a yes but as soon as you did Regulus can’t help but be drawn over to your lips. After tasting it a million times already, he can’t help but be addicted to it. Like he’s dependent on it for life. A day won’t and shouldn’t go by without him having a taste once again. He can have your lips for breakfast and lunch. Merlin, he can have you for dinner and he would be content.

Sirius also can’t encourage himself to stop his hand from rubbing the bulge in his pants. The scene was too much to not be adored. You were too much. Too much for them.

Regulus’ pulled the bottom of your lips with his two sets of teeth, causing a soft moan to escape. That dear moan that makes the Black brothers be seduced right now. Your hands finally climbed Regulus’ hair, locking your fingers in between curls, pulling them slightly if you want to. Regulus likes that. Very much.

He continues to grapple with your lips, swiping his tongue on its lower part — asking for permission for you to open up. Or more like demanding you to open those lips so he can taste every being of you. “Put your tongue out,” he hisses, eyes closing as his hand travels down to your clothed breast, kneading it the way his hand likes. You displayed your tongue out open for him to see. Sirius too, watching carefully as your droopy eyes anticipated what Regulus is about to do. And it surely caught the older brother off guard.

He spits directly in your mouth, some splattering onto your lips. “Swallow,” he says, like the way that you obeyed instantly without any hesitation. Your mind was clouded. You weren’t sure if you liked it or not. Who are you kidding? Although you are innocent, you know that you loved it.

Both men watching your throat swallow his spit moaned ever so slightly. Sirius had to cover his for many reasons. His brother then proceeded to push his mouth closer to you, both of his lips shoving them onto your tongue, sucking on it as if he needed it to survive. Moving his head up and down, sucking and kissing your tongue just to have every taste of you not missed. 

As of now, your legs were pulling each other closer. Your pussy going into a whirlpool of need. Itching for his touch. Wishing for him to touch you like last time. To fuck you there into oblivion like last night when everyone was asleep. “Open your legs my little serpent.” His voice just seems to propel you more and more into this madness. You heeded his request, opening them just how he likes them. 

Sirius can’t help but finally reach into his pants for his length, rubbing it up and down as he listens to your moans when Regulus slid back in. His tight grip on himself is as if it was not enough. He held onto the door frame so that he couldn't just barge in and have to explain why he was there. But really, there’s no other reason but you.

Eventually bottoming out. You held on Regulus’ shoulder for dear life. Scared that you might break into pieces if you don’t. Regulus continued to thrust into you slowly, pace becoming faster and faster — testing how loud you can be for him. However, he can’t do that just now. So he had to cover that sweet voice of yours with another coaxing kiss.

Moans and sobs getting louder by the minute, and the way that you kept on squeezing him tells him that you’re near. He pulled away from the kiss but not before mumbling that you should be quiet or else your father and his mother will soon see how you are such a whore for your soon to be step-brother. He pushes your dress further up, then holds your hips for balance as he rams back into you. 

His head falls back, a groan joining in. Your hands gripped onto the sheets as he fucks you like a vice. Sirius ran his hand up and down faster, following the rhythm of his brother’s thrusts.

“I’m c-close daddy-” 

“Go ahead. Come undone f’me. Fuck,” like the obeying sister you are, you came undone, legs shaking up and down with mouth open and an erotic moan choked your airway as your eyes rolled back. Sirius also came in his pants, biting his arm to lessen the volume of his groan. Regulus followed after, shooting his seeds right in you, throwing his head back once more. 

As Sirius finally calms down, he left the two of you. You are still stuck in his mind. As he took another shower, pulling his clothes off him and throwing them somewhere in the bathroom. He can’t help but do it once, twice, or three times more with your pornographic look clouding his head. Surely, he won’t be letting his brother take all of the fun.

You’re still sensitive to everything so when you felt Regulus dragging his cock down on you again, you pushed him away slightly. “Too much,” you mewled out. Regulus finds this charming of you. Yet he’s far from being done with you.

He lowered down on your frame, soothing your still shaking legs by rubbing them. “I know love, but just one more for me. Please?” you hesitated for a bit but nodded after. 

As you came down to your second orgasm, you felt incessantly tired. But again, Regulus wants more. “Please love, just more ‘kay? One more and we’re done.” 

What one more turns into another, and another, and another. Coming down to your fifth orgasm for the day. “Don’ want more daddy. 'm tired.” “One more fr’daddy. Please princess, just one more. Then daddy will take care of his little princess.” You sighed, knowing that you just can’t resist him. “‘kay, jus’ one more, daddy.” He smiles, kissing down on your forehead as he slides back into you. 

Finally coming undone for the last time. For real this time, with hinges of calls for your name and saying I love you. The side of Regulus that was barely shown to anyone. Just as promised, he cleans you up and massages your legs whilst you sleep peacefully. He then went under the covers with you, spooning you to the side with his hand pushing your hips down on him. He closes his eyes, listening to your small little snores, smiling happily. Hopefully, dinner comes late.

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[solarisstyles]

WATER VESSEL

Pairing: Sub!Harry Styles x SoftDom!F!Reader Word Count: 1.5k+ Warnings: subrry, masturbation(m!receiving), mommy kink(if you squint), orgasm denial, sub/dom dynamics, smut, 18+ MINORS DNI Summary: Harry has a stressful day and seeks you out to help make it better. And who are you to deny him? A/N: none!

One of your favorite features in your new home with Harry was the giant jacuzzi tub. When you saw it, you instantly fell in love, planning out the amazing baths you could take in it. Harry had to calm you down and remind you that you still had two more homes to look at that day. And the other homes were nice but none of them stole your heart like the one with the tub.

As you laid back in the hot water, you inhaled the aroma of the candles burning around you, feeling all the stress melt away from your body. 

“Baby?” Harry called, walking into the bedroom. 

“In the bathroom!” you called out for him. 

Walking into the bathroom, he smiled at you, then joined you by sitting on the side of the tub. “Stressful day?” you asked, looking up at him.

His jaw seemed clenched and his eyes looked tired, “very.” he sighed. 

“Want to join me in the bath? It’s been a while since we both took one together” you said in a sultry tone to try and convince him. 

Harry chuckled, nodding his head, “Sure I’ll join you.” He said, standing to undress himself, setting his clothes aside, he stepped into the tub, gently sitting himself down between your legs and leaning back against your chest. He sighed feeling the hot water start to relax his tense body. 

Lying his head back on your shoulder, your arms wandered around his shoulders, softly rubbing his chest “You feel so tense baby boy.” you whisper into his ear. 

The nickname made his breath falter for a second. You only used that nickname when you were feeling dominant, and he was in the perfect position to give you that power. His eyes fluttered closed, your hands softly rubbing his pecs and shoulders. Gazing down his body, you could see his half hard cock laying against his stomach. 

“That feel good?” you asked. 

“Yes, Mama.” he all but whined. 

A pleased hum vibrated against your lips, bringing one of your hands to his jaw, you angled his face away from you so that you could kiss at his neck. Your hand slowly slid further down the front of his body as you whispered in his ear, “You’ve been working so hard recently my love.” pressing your palm against his cock then slowly wrapping your fingers around him and stroking slowly. 

Harry felt like the air was stuck in his lungs, forcing himself to breathe out the air he was holding with a soft whine “Mama.” he softly said, turning his face to hide it in your neck. 

“I know baby boy. I’m gonna take care of you.” you promised, kissing his forehead. 

The beautiful thing about Harry was he was constantly starved for your touch in any way he could get it. Without fail he would be putty in your hands each time you touched him. 

Alternating your strokes between fast and slow, Harry found it nearly impossible to keep his hips still. Your thumb would teasingly rub the tip of his cock, putting just enough pressure on his most sensitive spots. 

“That feels so good.” He moaned softly, letting his eyes slip shut and his head lul to the other side. His hands resting on your bent knees, rubbed them softly. One of your many favorite things about Harry was that no matter how much he wanted your touch, he always wanted to touch you back, to make sure you were pleased as well. He was such a giver when it comes to showing affection. 

“I’m glad you’re enjoying this baby. It’s all about you tonight.” You said, using your free hand to turn his head towards you so you could press your lips to his. 

He was quick to respond by deepening the kiss, pressing his tongue into your mouth. You couldn’t help the soft moan that echoed from your mouth into his own between your attached lips. 

Moving your hand down from his cock to fondle his balls gently, he softly gasped, sucking the air from your lungs as your lips gently ghosted against each other, gentle kisses shared between labored breathing. 

“Tell me how fast or slow you want me to go, my love. I want to please you the way you want it.” Softly dragging your fingertips along his shaft all the way to the top before grasping him again, keeping your hand there till he instructed you. 

You watched as Harry’s eyes squeezed closed, trying to find the words amongst the cloud of lust he was riding on. “Tighter.” He said, in reference to your grip. 

“What else baby boy?” You asked, giving his cock a tight squeeze. 

Thrusting his hips in a desperate attempt to get you to move your hand, he whimpered out “Faster.” 

Flicking your wrist quickly along him with your tightened grip, Harry cried out in the most high pitch whine you’d ever heard from him. 

Smiling at him, you hummed in satisfaction to his response. Pressing your lips softly against his warm cheek, trailing your lips down his neck, moaning softly while you sucked on his tender skin, leaving bright red and slightly purple marks in your wake, painting his neck with them. His cock twitched in your grasp along with his hips arching from beneath the water as he babbled incoherently, “Cum, I, I’m gonna cum.”

You moaned softly at the sight of him slowly coming unraveled in your hands. His chest heaved as he gasped for air, his green eyes full of desperation for you to give him permission to release. 

Softly pressing your lips to his own, you wrapped your free hand around his neck and squeezed softly, “A little longer my little songbird. You’re doing so well for mama.” 

Your response to his plea caused him to whimper like he could cry, fighting the urge to selfishly cum even though you told him not to. 

Slowing down your hand on his cock, you watched his body respond the way you hoped it would. His hips lowered themselves back down into the water, his breathing still labored but not like it was when he was close to cumming. 

“My good boy.” you praised, softly kissing the side of his head. “I’m so proud of how you restrain yourself and listen to me.” 

Gliding your fingertips softly over the hickey’s you left behind on his neck, you could feel his Adam's apple bob beneath your touch. 

He rubbed his hands along your shin all the way from your ankles to your knees, his gaze never leaving your face. 

Looking into his eyes you smiled, “You look so pretty like this.” you said, moving your soft touch up nis neck and along his cheek. “Should I let you cum now?” you asked in a curious tone even though you already knew the answer. 

He quickly nodded, moaning softly “Please.” he choked out in the most raspy tone you’d ever heard from him. 

Slowly building your pace back to the quickness it had before, Harry was quickly brought back to the edge. His impending orgasm was so close that he could cry. 

“Cum for me baby boy.” you softly commanded. 

Harry’s hips arched out of the water again, his head thrown back further as he finally reached his peak. Moaning your name loud enough for the neighbors to hear. His stomach and chest was painted white with his release. Tears streamed from his eyes as the stimulation from your hand became too much. 

You were determined though with a tight hold on his twitching cock to milk him dry. Once you’d seen that he was starting to come down from his high, you softly let go of his now limp cock and let it rest softly against him. 

“Hey, open your eyes hun.” you instructed, instantly going into after care mode for him. 

Looking up to you with wide, wet eyes, you smiled softly, “There you are. You did so good, baby. Are you okay?” you asked after praising him. 

He nodded slowly, his chest still rising and falling fast as he attempted to catch his breath “I’m okay.” he said. 

Reaching behind you to grab a dry wash cloth from a basket you had sat on the tub, you dipped it into the water then used it to wipe off his stomach and chest softly. Setting the rag aside, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding him close to you as he fully came down from his high. 

You could slowly feel his body relax more against you as he laid there. “How do you feel?” you asked him after a few minutes of silence. 

Harry smiled, looking over at you with eyes that held a sparkle to them that you haven't seen in a while. He seemed genuinely relaxed right now and you were savoring this moment, tucking it safely into your memory to look back on. 

“I feel so good mama. You take such good care of me.” he answered. 

Softly caressing his cheek, you pressed a long slow kiss to his lips in a silent way to express your love for him which he easily returned back to you. “I’ll always take care of my baby boy.” you promised in a whisper against his lips.

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[angstrry]

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[banquetwriter]

Hi! Are you doing requests? If so, could you please do a softdom!Ron x sub!reader? And if at all possible, could he call the reader puppy, or pup? 🥺

୨୧ Puppy days ୨୧

pairing: Ron Weasley♡︎Fem!Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡, 

summary: ʚ After late-night quidditch practice, Ron gives his little puppy some love ɞ

words: 880

AN: No I'm not gonna talk about how this request is from APRIL OF 2022. Ahem, deepest apologies anonny <3

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Ron was sore and agitated. He stepped out of the boy's locker rooms. “See you later guys!” Dean called back to Harry and Ron. A few more goodbyes were shared, as the captain and seeker of the team left for their common room. “You gonna stay with y/n tonight?” Harry asked, walking up to the fat lady. “Oi, what are you lads doing out this late?” she asked, appalled. “Quidditch," Ron shot back. He was tired and just wanted to go lay down. 

“Oh good lord,’ she mumbled. “Password?” she asked, yawning afterwards. “Mimbulus mimbletonia," Ron sighed. The common room door swung open. “I think so mate. Haven’t been with her much this week with the positions test and all. She’s been studying,” Ron said, plopping down on the couch. Harry nodded. “What about you? I expect you have some very nice words to say to my sister right about now," Ron said, wiggling his eyebrows. “Shut up," Harry jabbed, sitting on the arm of the couch. “She is at a sleepover and besides, I’ve been studying for that test, Ron. I just wanna sleep s-so, fuck off mate,” Harry said, shaking his head, sitting up off the couch, and walking off to his room. 

“It was a fucking joke,” Ron mumbled. He let out a deep sigh, watching the fire crinkle and crack. It was early January and school had just started back up again. Ron would give almost anything to go back to Christmas vacation. Sitting alone in the common room. y/n snuggled on his chest. The fire going. It was a blissful silence. 

But it was time for him to go up to his room. Well, it was technically y/n’s room. She was the prefect that got her room to herself. He sighed. He needed a shower, but he was so exhausted… ‘No, a shower is what I need tonight,’ Ron thought. He entered the room to see his sleeping girlfriend cuddled up in his clothes. She was fast asleep, snoring. He let a small smile spread on his lips. He set his gear down in the corner of the room.

He quietly trailed to the shower. Scrubbing his body and hair thoroughly. He hated to admit it, but y/n’s hair products always made his hair feel amazing. But he always felt bad when she had to buy more of it because it kept running out so often. He got done with the shower, stepping out, drying his hair, and wrapping the towel around his body.

He heard light and slow pitter-pats leading up to the bathroom. He opened the door to see y/n holding one of her stuffies. “Sweetheart, it’s well past your bedtime pup, watcha’ doin’ up?” he asked, walking up to her. Her eyes hovered over his bare chest, water beads dripping down his stomach. She took a deep breath, managing to look at his eyes. “Just heard something, wanna make sure s’ you,” she said, rubbing her eyes. 

“Tsk tsk, puppy,” he murmured, turning her around, his hands clamped down on her shoulders. “Let's get your cute butt back in bed ok?” he joked, pinching her butt. She let out a whimper and swatted his hand away. He let out a small laugh, helping her climb into bed. He finished drying off his body.

He looked over at y/n, who was staring intently at his dick. “Puppy?” he asked, waving his hand slightly, trying to get her attention. She looked up at him with a small smile. “Sorry, Ronnie, got a little distracted,” she mumbled, slowly bucking her hips forward. 

Ron let a shit-eating grin paint his face. “Yeah, puppy? Distracted huh?” he asked, and dropped the towel, climbing on top of the bed. “Well baby, that's a shame, you were being soo good for me too. Now look at you, staying up past bedtime, 'n staring at my dick. Not how proper girls act at all, huh?” he asked. He made his way up to the bed where he had both of his arms over her. 

But she didn’t answer. She just sat there. Her breaths were bigger and deeper. “Oh puppy, let's not be even more of a brat. Just answer me, ok?” he whispered, getting closer to her face. But still, she couldn't answer. “Y/n, answer me,” he said in a low voice. He had positioned himself close to her face, his red hair tickling the side of her face. y/n let out a small giggle as his hair moved along her cheek. “Oh, now you're giggling, huh?” He let his face hover over hers.

“I’m sorry, Ronnie! Just so tired, and I missed you lots this week,” she mumbled, turning over. “That's alright baby. I will let it go tonight, ok?” he mumbled, standing back up, reaching for his boxers. “That sounds alright to me," he heard her mumble, already falling asleep again.

Ron pulled his boxers on, moving the blanket so he could slip under it, lifting the other side for his beloved, who immediately darted to his chest. “I love you too,” he mumbled under his breath, giving her a small kiss on the top of her head. “Good night Ronnie," she let out through a whine. “Goodnight pup.”

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[rosebudfics]

~PLEASE READ BEFORE REQUESTING~

Minors DNI or lerk in the shadows

Hello fellow snape lovers! This is a new blog however I am not new to writing! I have a separate blog specifically for writing but I will not let anyone know what it is due to the fact that I am afraid I will receive hate/threats because I enjoy Harry Potter. And before anyone comes at me, no I do not condone to the actions that JK Rowling has done!!! I simply just enjoy the series because of how much comfort it brings me.

Request Rules:

I WILL write: smut, fluff, angst, suggestive, female and sometimes gender neutral reader unless its spicy, and domestic stuff!!

I will NOT write: Incest, pedophillia, rape/no consent, racism, homophobia, abuse, professor x student, daddy kink, piss/shit fetish or anything related to those!!

As for the characters I will write for, I will mainly write for Severus Snape however I am open to recieving requests for Colonel Brandon from Sense and Sensibility, Sheriff Nottingham from Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, Hans Gruber from Die Hard, and David Friedman from Judas Kiss!

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I will write head canons, drabbles, and short fics! Possibly full length fics if an idea that i really like is either requested or i think of!

Masterlist Below the cut!

Severus Snape

New Professor - Snape x Professor! Reader

Sick Days - Snape x Wife! Reader

Girl Dad - Dad! Snape x Mom! Reader

Relieving Aggravations - (SMUT) Snape x Reader

An Amazing Birthday - (SMUT) Snape x Reader

You're Beautiful, Don't Forget That - (SMUT) Snape x Wife! Reader

Good Boy - (SMUT) Sub! Snape x SoftDom! Reader

Secret Lovers - Snape x Wife! Reader

Colonel Brandon

Your Last Night - (ANGST) Colonel Brandon x ill! Reader

Sheriff Nottingham

Nothing yet!

Hans gruber

Nothing yet!

David Friedman

Nothing yet!

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[freedomfireflies]

Tell Me*

Summary: An extra for Teach Me*

The one where your best friend Harry suggests a fun, friendly little game of horny Simon Says.

Word Count: 1.8k

Content Warning: 18+, smut, choking, Daddy kink

The look on his face is absolutely feral.

Your heart is in your throat. Pounding between your legs. Racing beneath your chest. 

And he’s looking at you like he’s ready to take you over his knee and show you exactly how much he’s missed you.

He takes a step forward, expression firm and never wavering. He studies you. Studies your trembling thighs, your quivering lips. He studies and he plots and he grins because he knows you’ll do anything he fucking asks.

He reaches the bed and his chin raises. “Are you gonna be good for me, Bee?”

You nod quickly. Of course. Always.

“Good.” He smiles and it makes your insides wrench. “And you still wanna play our little game?”

You nod again. “Yes, please.”

“Good girl. Then are you ready?”

“Yes.”

He smirks. “Harry says…lift your pretty skirt up.”

Quickly, you oblige, pulling the black fabric along your thighs and toward your hips. An easy task and you're eager to make him proud.

You can tell he's tempted to look. But he doesn’t. He keeps his attention on you. Only. Always. “Harry says pull your little panties to the side.”

Again, you obey. Hooking a finger around the already damp fabric and peeling it away from your cunt until the cold air finds you.

You shiver. He grins.

“Harry says spread your legs.”

You do. Easy.

He nods and his arms cross and he’s oddly calm. Focused. He takes another step closer and you could almost grab him. “Harry says show me how wet you are.”

You lean back and now he looks. He’s intrigued. Pleased. Proud. 

And the devious grin that splits his face is enough to ruin you.

“Good girl,” he murmurs and then he’s crouching down between your knees. Lining his eyes up with your cunt in the most intimate of ways. “Touch your clit for me.”

Your fingers twitch and you almost do, but you don’t. You follow the rules. You know better.

He chuckles and places his hands on your thighs, keeping you open. “Smart girl, too, hm?” He dips down and presses a kiss to your knee that has you sighing. “Harry says touch your clit for me.”

You do, instantly, and it’s everything. Even the slightest brush of contact has you reeling and you whimper as your thumb sweeps across the sensitive nerves.

He watches you for only a moment—the way you circle and pinch, the way you gasp—before he’s jutting his chin up. “Harry says stop.”

You whine. Breathless. Needy. “Harry—”

“Stop,” he repeats firmly, eyes flicking to yours. You mewl dejectedly and pull your hand away. “There you go. See, you can behave when you want to, hm?”

You nod weakly.

“Good.” He’s smiling again—coy, evil—and kissing your inner thigh. “Harry says suck your fingers.”

You bring your slightly soaked digits toward your lips and you’ve never felt so enamored. Because he is sex and he’s nipping at your skin in a way that reminds you of how good his mouth is. And you love his mouth. And the way he tugs on your body as though tempting you with the idea of tasting you but never actually giving in. 

You suck and you moan and you make a show of it.

He hums. “Harry says give me your hand.”

You relinquish your trembling hand to him and he licks a long, slow stripe up your palm. All the way to your fingers while your eyes nearly roll back.

He hums again. “Always taste so good for me, Bee. You know that?”

You watch his lips. You don’t speak. And this is an evil game, a cruel game, and even if you win, you lose. But you don’t mind because he is your prize and that's all you've ever really wanted.

He drops your hand and returns his hold to your thighs. He smiles at you. “Harry says spread your pussy for me.”

With a strained inhale, you slip your fingers down and pull yourself open. His soft, warm breath fans across your dripping cunt and you whimper quietly. Desperate to weave your fingers through his curls and bring him closer.

And he knows you, knows what you really want, so he taunts you. Kisses up your thigh, over your hip, along the band of your underwear. Everywhere but where you need him most. 

He watches you soak the bed below and he’s so incredibly smug. “Harry says tell me what you want.”

“You,” you breathe instantly. “You, Daddy, please.”

The use of the nickname surprises him. You haven’t slipped into your subspace yet but you quite enjoy the way his expression grows dark at the use of the moniker. And, truth be told, you also happen to love the way it tastes to say. 

His eyebrow lifts and his hands curl tighter around your legs. “What do you want Daddy to do, Bee?”

You swallow. Thick. “Want you to fuck me. Please.”

His lips part. He’s mesmerized and wildly intrigued. And even if he knows you’re trying to cheat by using the more dominant nickname, he doesn’t seem to care. 

He stands up. “Daddy says lay down.”

Suppressing a grin, you slowly crawl back toward the pillows and settle onto the mattress. And he looks at you like he’s never seen anything so beautiful, so enticing. You imagine if this were a cartoon, he’d be drooling, and you don’t miss the twitch in his fingers as he attempts to resist chasing after you.

Instead, he’s deliberate. Practiced. Following you onto the duvet and hovering above you before nodding again.

“Daddy says take me out.”

You reach for his belt. Pulling it through each loop before tossing it toward the floor and continuing to his zipper. Once you have enough room, you slip into his briefs and find him. Hard, heavy, and leaking in your palm. You almost drool, too.

You take him out and your lashes flutter as you glance up at him. Looking for his approval which he gives you almost far too easily.

“Good girl,” he whispers. His voice is labored. Thick with lust. “Daddy says put me in.”

You bring him closer and run him up and down your pussy a time or two while you both shudder. And then, just when you think you can’t take it anymore, he slips in. And everything changes.

He curses and you gasp and the game is over. It doesn’t matter who won because this is why you play. For this feeling, this moment. This familiar and addictive stretch as he pushes in and sends you over the edge.

He puts a hand on your throat and his mouth finds yours. He kisses you—hard, hungry. Sloppy and rushed but full of love. He adores having power over you, but he loves you more. Getting to take you anyway he wants you.

He squeezes your delicate neck and your vision blurs around the edges in the most delicious of ways. He knows what you like and he knows that you’d gladly put your life in his hand any goddamn day of the week. So, he holds you, and he chokes you, and he waits until your gasps are shallow before loosening his grip ever-so-slightly.

“Shit,” he exhales before he’s pulling back and thrusting in. “God, you’re so tight today, lovie.”

You arch off the bed and reach for his back. Nails scraping down his spine while his dark shirt wrinkles beneath your hands. “Daddy, please—”

“I know.” He bites your neck. Pulls the skin between his teeth and laps at it with his tongue. “Fuck. I know, baby. Feels so good, doesn’t it? Poor little cockslut was just so empty while I was gone, hm?”

You nod fervently. You hate when he leaves, hate when his job takes him on trips away from you. And fucking yourself isn’t nearly as good as when he does it.

And he knows it.

“Say it,” he hisses. “Fucking tell me how good I feel.”

You reach for his ass and grip. “So good, Daddy. Needed you so bad.”

He nips at your earlobe and then returns to your mouth. The sound of his cock fucking into your pussy is loud, almost as loud as the sound of him sucking your tongue. And it almost ends you, right there.

He smells like vanilla and sex. A musky, familiar scent that seems to seep into your bloodstream and go straight to your clit.

You don’t imagine either one of you will last much longer, not after being away all this time. But you try, you do. You meet his thrusts as best you can and you kiss your name into his neck until he groans.

“So many things I wanna do to you,” he whispers and he’s gentler now. “God, Bee. You have no idea what I wanna do to you. All the things I imagined as I fucked my fist just thinking of you.”

“Tell me,” you whimper. “Tell me, please, Daddy—”

He curses again. “Want you to sit on my face until I can’t fucking breathe. Wanna taste you—gotta taste you, baby. Missed it so fucking much.” He reaches for your clit and you moan. “Wanna eat my cum out of your pretty pussy and I wanna make your thighs fucking shake.”

God. You tug on his curls and you’re so close. So fucking close.

“Then I wanna watch you bounce on my cock,” he says. His thrusts are harder now. Faster. Sharper. “Wanna bend you over and watch this pretty little ass shake for me.”

Your leg hooks around his hip and you whine his name.

“Wanna have you in the shower, in the kitchen, in the living room, in the car, against the window so they can all watch. Fucking everywhere.”

A strangled sound leaves your throat and you know he means it.

“Want you to fucking own me, Bee.” He slips his hand around the back of your neck and pulls on your roots. “Cause you do. You know that? You fucking own me. I’m yours. Always—”

“Harry,” you gasp.

“Show me you know that,” he hisses. He’s almost there. “Show me you fucking know that I belong to you—”

You come and when you do, everything changes. Lights are brighter, sounds are louder, life is sweeter. You see stars and you see him and you don’t need to see anything else ever again. 

He follows right after, unable to resist the way your pussy clenches around him as you come. He’s warm and it feels like heaven. You hold tight to his shoulders and you ride each other through. It’s not until you writhe away from the ministrations on your clit that he slows to a stop and drops his face to your neck.

“Fuck,” he exhales. You have to agree. “M’sorry. I tried to make it last longer, I swear—”

“No,” you whisper. You take his cheeks between your hands and lift his face to yours. “No, it’s okay. It was perfect, I promise.”

He sighs. “I know, but after all that time, I just…I wanted to do better—”

You shush him and nuzzle your nose against his. “Harry, it was perfect. Trust me. That’s exactly what I wanted.”

“Yeah?” 

You grin. “Yeah.” You kiss him. “That was quite a fun game.”

He laughs now and the sound is like magic. “You think so?”

“I do. Love it when you tell me what to do.”

He smiles again but you notice the devious expression returning. “Is that right, lovie?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He hums and it’s wicked. “Then maybe we should play another round, hm?”

Your stomach flips. You nod.

He smirks.

“Then Daddy says…on my fucking face.”

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priestrry's coming this week??? i just saw the schedule and you have it listed! EEELKjdka;dka;jkfdj;akldj;aflkdj;k

i'm so excited! what day do you think? can you give us a hint of what's to come? i'm so fucking excited! forgive me father is my favorite!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

😂 yes it is, babe! I'm so glad you're excited!

I'll post the check-in tomorrow because I'm pretty much done with it. I just need to re read. I'll give you a tiny teaser below... 👀

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teaser for tomorrow's update for Forgive Me, Father

“Is that all you want? You’re going to be in the cage for another few hours so if you get thirsty that’s going to be on you.” Harry always made sure she stayed hydrated even when she wasn’t going to be locked in her cage. He always took care of her the best he could.

She nodded silently and looked downward again.

Harry nudged her toward the bedroom and made her turn to face the cage. She half expected him to spank her or something but instead, as he walked away and then returned put the leather gag belt over her face, “Open,” he said plainly.

She opened her mouth and the silicon ball fit between her lips and silenced any noises she might have made. He secured the belt in place behind her head and removed his hands from her completely. Which she hated. She wanted him to spank her or manhandle her or something. But he was rather cold and his touch was missing completely.

“We’re going to put these in,” Harry put his hand out showing her the weighted Ben Wa balls, “take them.”

Y/n took the balls in her hand as her priest pushed at her low back, causing her to bed forward the slightest. She heard the snap of a cap and then felt his fingers on her entrance as he smeared lubricant over her.

The set of balls were connected with a thin rubber-like string. The first one was larger and the lightest, which aided in keeping them in place inside of her, while the other two were smaller and heavier. The cord would stick out and make pulling them out easier.

Harry took the balls from her hand and pushed her thighs further apart, “Relax.”

She felt him push the first, larger ball inside, his finger plunging into her deeply to secure it before inserting the next two one by one. It was a pretty sight. He loved stuffing them inside of her. Plus it was good for her pelvic floor muscle so he felt like he was doing her a favor really.

“Get in,” he gestured toward the door of the cage.

She climbed in, clenching to keep the balls in place, and got to her knees as she looked up at Harry with big, pleading eyes. He knew that if she weren’t gagged she’d have somehow found her voice in that moment and begged him to spank her or stay with her. But he didn’t have time to argue with her or listen to her soft voice and whimpers as he left. The gag was for that purpose. More for himself than to punish her.

Harry locked the cage and shook his head, “Had plans to love on you but instead, this is what you deserve. Had a hard day today, pet, and I still have to go back and endure more hours away from you yet you chose to act like a bratty child so I didn’t get to come back home to my pet and hold her and kiss her like I wanted. I needed you. Maybe when I return later on you’ll be better behaved.”

Harry sat the glass of water down next to the cage for her so she could reach out and grab it if she needed it. Her heart swelled at his kind gesture and his words. Now she truly felt awful. Felt so bad for being so mean to him when all he wanted was her love. Now she’d really gone and done it.

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FEEL BETTER? ˗ˏˋ P.B.P ´ˎ˗

“all you have to do is ask”

confident!peter parker x shy!gf!reader

WORD COUNT: 3.0k

REQUESTED: no requests are open! fandoms: marvel, stranger things, harry potter (any era), scream

WARNINGS: fem reader, shit writing, established relationship, peter and reader are implied to be in college/uni, SMUT (18+), very little plot tbh, heavy praise kink, softdom!peter vibes, fingering (f!rec), very light nipple play, SUPER slight dacryphilia if u squint, peter is talkative, not proofread and written instead of sleeping, lmk if i missed smth!

A/N: is it 8am? yeah. did i just spend the last two hours writing this mess? also yeah. enjoy!

ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE 18+ remember to like, comment, and reblog to support my writing!

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Six hours. That’s how long it’s been since you showed up at Peter’s front door. Six hours spent right next to him, talking to him, touching him, and yet you still find yourself longing for more. Even now as you sit between his legs, back to his chest, his hands kindly twisting at your hair, your thoughts have you squirming in your seat.

The two of you had set up this study date a few days back, anticipating the opportunity to spend time together (without sacrificing your grades). Unfortunately, you were having a hard time focusing on schoolwork.

No matter how much you tried to focus on your paper, you couldn’t stop your mind, and your eyes, from wandering. You caught yourself staring at how pretty his hands looked as he hurriedly wrote down equations, admiring how cute he looked sitting crisscross in his plaid pajama pants and science pun t-shirt, how his voice sounded just slightly deeper when he was concentrating, or how soft his lips look right now. You actually thought you were going to lose it when the praise “Good job, babe. This looks perfect!” fell casually from his lips while reading your completed assignment, sealing it with a kiss to your temple.

You felt like you were going insane, but the thing is, so was Peter. You hadn’t seen each other for nearly three weeks prior to this study date, outside of passing in the halls or a quick call before bed. Between you trying to prepare for a major presentation coming up and Peter’s multitude of responsibilities, neither of you had much energy, let alone time, left to spend on anything else.

Of course, you love everything about Peter, unconditionally. That includes his web-slinging alter ego. However, it can get a little frustrating having to go weeks on end without being able to hold a conversation with him. Especially when all people talk about is the amazing spider-man, listening to girls fawn over your boyfriend for hours a day, and feeling just as fangirl-ish. You found yourself daydreaming about him to pass the time, acting like a schoolgirl with a hopeless crush.

Seeing him again after so long with so little contact is like a wake up call for your senses. You'd been so buried in your studies that you didn’t even realize just how much you missed him until you knocked on his front door.

- “Are you okay?”

Your thoughts dissolve as Peter draws your attention back to the present. When you snap back to reality, you’re immediately reminded of what caused the spiral of daydreams to begin with. You can feel the warmth of his body behind yours, the contour of his toned chest pressing against your back. You feel your whole body heat up.

“Mhm, I’m great!” you squeak out, internally wincing at the shakiness in your voice. Your usually bright and vibrant tone is completely gone, replaced with something resembling more of a whisper than anything else.

Safe to say, Peter isn’t buying it.

His best guess is that you’re upset about something that happened today. Maybe stressed about the presentation you have coming up. He knows it sometimes takes you a while to open up, so for now, he decides to let it go. In an attempt to settle your mind, he slides a hand down your arm to lace his fingers through yours.

Unfortunately, it does the exact opposite. The innocent action leaves a trail of goosebumps behind and makes your breathing pattern pick up ever so slightly. You can only hope that Peter doesn't notice.

He does.

“Are you cold?”

You shake your head, taking deep breaths to steady yourself. “No, I’m alright.” Loosely translated, means I actually feel like I’m burning from the inside out.

“Do you not like the movie? We can change it if you want to watch something else.” he offers sweetly, leaning forward to rest his chin on your shoulder. “You’ve been all spacey for the past half an hour.”

Your breath hitches, feeling like you’ve been caught red handed. Of course he would notice. He may be a little oblivious sometimes, but when it comes down to it, Peter knows you better than you know yourself.

“The movie’s fine.” You struggle a bit to formulate a response, feeling your whole body heat up like a furnace. To evade the silence, you stutter out a weak, “I was just… thinking?”

You immediately want to light yourself on fire, deciding the silence would have been better.

“Thinking about what?” he asks. Not prying, just curious. “Must be something pretty important. Your heart is beating a mile a minute.” He softly laughs at his own words, causing you to shrink into yourself. He’s not laughing at you, but it definitely feels that way.

You fidget with Peter’s fingers in your palm, eyes locking on the movie as nerves wrack through your body. “It’s nothing.” You speak so quietly, he’s thankful for his enhanced hearing.

“Doesn’t seem like nothing.” you can practically hear the concerned furrow in his brow as he brings your still interlaced hands to his lips, leaving feather-light kisses to each knuckle. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

His patient and caring nature never fails to make you fall more and more in love with him, if that’s even possible.

Then, as if you weren’t enough of a mess, what really does it is when Peter leaves the faintest kiss to the base of your neck. A gesture meant to signal patience and understanding towards your “anxiety” only causes your thighs to squeeze together against your will, and before you can think enough to stop it, an airy, barely audible whine escapes the back of your throat, so soft it could pass as a sigh to the average ear.

Nothing about Peter is average.

He stills against your skin, causing your eyes snap open in horror as the realization hits you. Manicured hands immediately cover your face to shield you from the embarrassment.

They don’t stay long as Peter wastes no time in reaching up to gently pry your hands away. You feel like you could burst into tears at any moment from the sheer shame and frustration.

“Hey, hey-”, he holds both hands gently, rubbing sweet circles to soothe you, “No need to be embarrassed. You can talk to me.”

You don’t move your gaze from your lap.

“Come on, beautiful. Look at me.” He asks so gently that you comply before you can even think otherwise. His eyes are soft and kind, looking at you with all the love in the world. He makes you feel safe.

“Is that what you’ve been thinking about? Hm?”

You blink up at him owlishly, feeling like there would be a question mark floating over your head if you looked up.

“That’s why you were all spacey? You were thinking about me…” he leans his head down, lips grazing your collarbone, “kissing you?”

Your breath catches.

"Or, maybe..." your eyes are glued as he moves his hand from your hold, delicately trailing it down your stomach, past your hip, and slowly down to the inside of your thigh. So close to where you’ve needed him for the past three weeks. “-you were thinking about me touching you?”

Your heart rate picks up by a tenfold, and Peter can hear it hammering in your chest.

Waiting for a response, he’s met with nothing but your heavy breathing. He carefully digs his fingertips into the doughy flesh of your thigh. “Is that what you want? Do you want me to touch you?”

Another airy whimper tumbles from your lips, reluctantly nodding in response to his questions, needing him too badly to care about the shame you feel at your neediness.

Peter smiles, rewarding your response by trailing his sweet kisses up your neck, taking his time to feel you shiver under his touch. His warm lips finally reach the shell of your ear.

“All you have to do is ask.”

He resumes his attack on your neck, now bolder in his movements as he licks and bites and sucks at your skin, trying to find the spot that makes your eyes flutter shut.

Caught up in the feeling of his warm mouth against your skin, you don’t even notice as he hooks your ankles over his, slowly spreading your legs wider and wider, until your skirt rides up your legs.

Peter smiles against your skin when a shaky sigh reaches his ears, your hips bucking up in sync. He’s found it. Peter focuses all of his attention on that spot, nipping and sucking at it until you’re sure he’s going to leave a mark. The hand on your thigh squeezes gently every time you move your hips, and you have to chew on your lip to stop the mortifyingly desperate sounds from spilling out.

“Is this what you had in mind, baby?” the words rumble against your skin, sending a chill down your spine, “Is this what you needed?”

Your hips buck again at that, pouting with the hope that he takes the hint. You feel your body melt into him when his tongue darts out to soothe the fresh mark he’s left on your neck.

Of course, he does get the hint, but there’s no way he’s letting you off the hook that easily.

He inches his hand higher and higher up your thigh, slipping underneath the pretty little skirt he had bought for you as a gift a few months ago. You tense in anticipation.

“What is it?” amusement evident in his tone as he asks you. He loves that he gets to be the one that makes you this needy. “Come on, baby. Tell me.”

You almost sob in frustration, not wanting to say it out loud, but the ache between your legs is becoming unbearable.

His hand barely brushes against your panties, making your chest tighten as you suppress the urge to grind into it.

“Tell me what you need me to do.”

You can’t handle it any longer.

“Please!” You all-but shout, free hand grabbing at his arm, “Please touch me, Pete!” You cry out, already sounding wrecked and he hadn’t even really done anything yet.

Peter beams at how vocal he had gotten you, leaning his head further down to meet your lips for the first time since you got here all those hours ago. It felt like drinking water after being stranded in a desert for days. You missed the way his lips felt. The way they tasted. You crave more.

Then, he mutters two words against your lips that manage to make your hazy brain short circuit.

“Good girl.”

Your groans are pathetic, being swallowed by Peter’s tongue as he rocks his palm against you through your pretty pink panties.

He can’t help but laugh a little, giddy at the sounds spilling out of you at even the lightest touch of his hand.

“Is that better?” he asks, breaking away for air. “This what you've been daydreamin' about?” He already knows what you really want, he always does, but he wants to hear you say it one more time. Just one more confirmation and he’ll give you anything you need.

Now that your mind is so clouded with pleasure, you don’t give it a second thought. “More-” you can’t barely get out a sentence between mewls, “Please, Peter, I need more-”

Before you can say another word, he’s pushing your underwear aside. Your head falls limp against Peter’s shoulder as he gathers your slick, dragging it up to finally circle your puffy clit.

Without his mouth to drown them out, your moans flow freely from you, drowning out the long-forgotten movie playing in the distance. Peter goes back to kissing your neck, deciding to mark every area of your skin that he can reach.

“I’m sorry, baby.” he soothes, nipping at the skin right under your jaw, his own heartbeat jumping at every noise he pulls from you, “Bet you’ve been achey all day, huh?”

You nod your head, barely registering his words as pleasure rolls through your body.

He lets out an almost mocking “Aww, honey…” as you buck your hips against his fingers, “Been so patient for me, huh? Waiting all day for me to make you feel good?”

“Mhm” mixed with your pants, words tumble from your mouth without a single thought to how eager you sound, “Feels so- ohhh… sososo good-”

All you can think about is the way Peters rough fingertips feel absolutely euphoric as he swirls and flicks at your clit, and how his lips sear every inch of your skin, and how his scent and his warmth consumes and takes over every thought floating around in your blissed-out head.

“You sound so pretty-” he peppers hot kisses across your shoulder, “Making so many pretty sounds…”

Peter bends his legs a little, which in turn, bends yours. The move spreads you out just a little bit more, but its enough to send little shockwaves of pleasure through you, making you jolt and gasp at the feeling.

Peter loves the way you look when you get like this. Skin sticky with heat, eyes screwed shut, mouth hanging open in bliss. He thinks you looks like a goddess.

Your moans start to sound more and more like a plea, hips grinding against Peter’s fingers subconsciously as you feel the heat slowly taking over. You need more.

“Peter, pleaseee-“

“Shh, It’s okay.” his fingers glide down to your entrance, coating themselves with slick, “I’ve got you, pretty girl.”

Your eyes practically roll into your skull as he slips two fingers inside of you with ease. The stretch feels incredible, and you can’t help but squeeze the hand that's still holding yours, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Oh my god-“

Peter kisses back up until he reaches your lips again, grinning as you can barely reciprocate. The gentle nature of his kiss makes your head spin and your core clench around his fingers.

“Doing so good for me, sweetheart.”

You feel your lashes begin to collect tears at the overwhelming feeling pulsing through you. This has been building up for weeks.

“Always so good for me.”

Achey little noises spill from your lips onto Peter’s, breathing labored and heaving as the only thought filling your head is Peter Peter Peter.

Then suddenly your mind goes completely blank, gasping back a choked moan as your body goes limp, jaw slacking against Peter’s deep kisses. Your whole body feels like it's buzzing with electricity, and your head feels static in the most amazing way.

Peter pulls back for a moment to watch your face scrunch up in ecstasy, as he rubs against your spot over and over and over again. “There she is.” he coos, admittedly a little proud of himself, and you’re too fucked out to pick up on the mocking tone. He watches in awe as you start to fall apart.

“Takin’ my fingers so well, baby.”

You start to clench tighter around him, using your free hand to grip his wrist like a vice. Peter goes back to kissing your open mouth, sucking and nipping at your bottom lip as you pulse and twitch under his touch.

Panting turns back into whimpers which turns into tears as Peter massages your walls just right, hitting all the right places and stretching you out sooo perfectly.

You can feel pressure building up rapidly in your stomach, back arching up as your body starts to shake from the intensity. Peter shifts so he can watch the way your hips chase his fingers and your chest heaves for air.

“You’re so close, sweetheart. You can do it.” he praises, coaxing you closer and closer to the edge, “Almost there-“

The knot keeps winding tighter and tighter, and whiny begs and pleads start to pour out of you. Lots of “Oh my god, Pete“ or “Please” and “So good-“

Hand over yours, Peter glides your intertwined hands up your body and over your arched ribcage. He slides your hands under your his t-shirt, using his thumb to push your smaller one back and forth over your peak, a long chant of mumbled Peter’s tumble from your kiss-bitten lips.

“I know, baby, I know.” he consoles you, copying the pouty tone of your voice, “Just feels too good, huh?”

You nod your head frantically, still not catching onto the the tease, only caring about chasing your release.

He presses his lips to your ear, “Waited so long for this, honey. You deserve to feel good.”

He pumps his fingers a little bit faster.

“Gonna make you feel so good-“

You start to grind your hips up again, gasping when his palm rubs against your clit with each thrust.

“Pete-” the knot is getting tighter, “Oh my god, Peter- I’m…“ and tighter, “I’m gonna-”

“Let go for me, babe.”

Thats all you needed for your vision to go white hot, mouth falling open with a silent scream as stars dance behind your eyelids.

“There ya go”

“Just like that, pretty girl”

“Let it all out, baby”

He peppers kisses on your burning skin and slows his movements as he works you through your high. As you come down from it, your body goes limp on top of him, a lazy smile stretching on your lips. Peter can’t help but smile too, chest swelling in satisfaction that he was the one who put that smile on your face.

You wince a little as he slowly pulls his fingers from your core, eyes following as he brings them up to his lips to clean them off.

“Feel better?” this time you can definitely hear the cockiness in his tone, smacking him weakly on the arm. “Shut up.”

You turn around just enough to kiss him. This time, it’s slow, and careful, and loving, and you have to pull away and bury your face in his chest to hide the lovesick look in your eyes. Both of you burst out giggling, and Peter can't stop himself from wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you as close as possible. He’s missed you more than you could possibly ever know.

As relaxation coats you like a warm, fuzzy blanket, you shift your weight to get comfortable.

“Ah, don’t-“

Peter squeezes his eyes shut, hissing at the sudden pressure and gripping your hips to keep you still. “Can't do that...”

Now it’s his turn to get flustered.

His face goes beet red as you jump up in confusion. When you look down, you notice a painful looking bulge in his jeans. Your stomach twists with the knowledge that you did that to him.

You weren’t the only one who’s been touch deprived.

“Oh! Sorry…” you giggle a little at the accidental stimulation, looking back up at Peter with a playful smile of your own. “Your turn!”

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[jarofstyles]

ok concept. pillow princess! y/n but soft dom!harry who loves it cause he just wants to take care of her all the time

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“That’s my girl. Just lay there and take it.” His voice sent chills up her body as her eyes locked with his. Mouth hung open with pleasure, her hand held his wrist as it collared her throat, a tiny bit of pressure making her slick up around his length as it thrust into her slow and deep.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” the whimpers fell from her swollen lips as she was filled with each movement of his hips, legs secured to the footboard of the bed. Forced open so she couldn’t close them, letting her be at his mercy. His eyes held hers as he fucked her, a slow smile rising on his face as he watched her take every bit of him that he wanted.

“S’not a nice word for such a good little girl… but it sounds so pretty coming from your lips. I’ll allow it today.” The dark voice spread through her body, approval and arousal making her clench up around him. She was making a mess around his cock, drippy little thing that she was, and he enjoyed every single bit he could milk from her. It wasn’t too difficult with how he knew how to handle her. “Do you like it when I let you say those things, baby? Just feels too damn good getting filled up the way my princess needs. Doesn’t it? Can’t help the filthy things that come out of the pretty mouth I love so much.” His free hand moved to stroke her lips, tracing them with his thumb.

“Yes sir. I love it… I can’t help it.” She babbled, the pleasure as he stroked right into that spot having her head swimming. He knew just how to manipulate her body to have her acting cock dumb, giving into his every request and thoroughly enjoying it. “Feels so good inside me. Wanna cum soon. Please?” Her glazed over eyes met his again after closing them, finding his thumb on her mouth and sucking it into her mouth with promise.

“Oh, baby…” he cooed, increasing the pace of his thrusts. The eagerness to please only added to his own. “Course you can. You can cum as many times as that gorgeous cunt will let you. But I’m not stopping until I’m done, hm? Told you you’re allowed. Just want to make us feel so good… won’t have any problems sleeping after this, will you?” He pushed and pulled his thumb in her mouth, groaning internally at the tongue rolling around it like she would do on his cock. She was his best girl and he truly wanted her pleasure more than anything else. It got him off. His ultimate turn on.

The thumb popped from her mouth and she let out a keening moan, bucking her hips as the now wet thumb brushed over her clit. “Oh, fuck me. Please- please, sir. Give me anything you want. Make me feel so good, I love how you make me feel.” She pulsed around him as he teased her clit, smirking down slightly at her body. A slight layer of sweat, breasts moving with his thrusts, teary eyes from the pleasure getting to her and the place where they met. Soaked and filthy, a layer of her arousal coating every inch of his cock and dripping down his balls and even a bit of his thighs. The most perfect sight there was.

“Yeah? It does? Feels so good?” He puured, leaned down to kiss her, squeezing the sides of her throat simultaneously. “Feels so fucking good to be fucked by me? Then cum. Show me how good it feels, angel girl.” 

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[watermelonlovershigh]

Can you do one where you cockwarm harry and he accidentally cums

Subrry Cockwarms Your Strap-On and Accidently Comes (SMUT) /blurb/

AN: i love this idea and i hope you like it. let me know by giving me feedback!!!!

This story contains: submission, cockwarming with dildo, crying, comfort

{ boyfriend!harry - subrry - softrry - any era }

word count: 1,141

Harry cockwarms your strap-on during a nap and accidently comes, leading to him getting upset and you comforting him.

"Please," Harry whines, "wanna cockwarm your strap-on. Wanna feel closer to you."

Harry had been feeling subby all day and has been craving your attention. You don't mind really because you secretly love when Harry wants you to care for him and baby him. But cockwarming a piece of plastic, you think that might be a bit too much. You don't know how safe it is to have a large dildo in an anus for an extended period of time.

"But baby, I don't want to hurt you." you respond gently as you hold Harry to your chest on the sofa.

Lifting his head to look at you in the eyes, he mutters desperately, "Just during a nap then. We can go upstairs and you can spoon me while I cockwarm for an hour or so."

Seeing how much he truly wants this and knowing if it was reversed and you were feeling subish one day and wanted to cockwarm his actual cock, Harry would let you, you answer with, "Fine, come on baby boy."

You drag him up the stairs and when you enter the bedroom, you tell Harry to get on the bed naked while you prepare everything. You go to the closet and grab your strap-on followed by shutting the curtains and grabbing the lube.

When you make it to the bed, Harry is laid in the fetal position, facing away from you so you can spoon him. Before you climb on the mattress yourself, you slip your panties off (that's all you're wearing on bottom) and buckle the strap-on around your waist. Then you carefully get on the bed and scoot up to Harry's back.

"Gonna rub a bit of lube on your hole, okay. Might be a little cold at first." you warn Harry and he nod in understanding. You squirt a tiny drop of lube on your finger tips and bring it between his cheeks to coat his ass hole. When the outside is nice and slippery, you nudge your index finger inside to get some lube up in there. You didn't need to stretch Harry out because he'd slept in a buttplug the night before. Something he does on occasion.

After his bum is nice and ready, you coat the fake cock on your strap-on with the clear lube so you in no way hurt Harry when slipping inside him. Then you place the bottle of lube on your bedside table when you're done with it and request, "Alright, get underneath the blankets, baby. Want you to be nice and warm during your nap."

Harry does as told while staying laid on his side and once he's settled under the duvet, you slide down until you're lying right up behind him. Being eager, Harry tosses his top leg back over your legs so there is more room between his ass cheeks for you.

You take one arm and hook it under Harry's neck and your other slithers down between your bodies, hand taking ahold of the pink dildo. "Are you ready, H? Ready to have your bum filled with my cock?"

Crying out, Harry groans, "Yes, yes. Please hurry." So you take his pleading as the go ahead and with a quick glance down, you position the head of the dildo to his puckering hole and begin to slide in. He's nice and loose for you which leads to a smooth entrance and no resistance. "Oh fuckin, 'ell." Harry moans out at the feeling of being stuffed with your strap-on.

"Shh," you whisper as you wedge one of your legs between his thick thighs, "go to sleep for your midday nap and then after we can take a bubble bath." With your front pressed tightly to the curve of his backside, dildo deep in Harry's ass, you begin to doze off as well.

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Harry hadn't pictured how difficult it would be to sleep with a hard piece of plastic in his ass. It felt great but it subconsciously turned him on and he didn't know what to do. He could feel your slow breaths fan against his neck so he knew you were asleep. Harry also knew you didn't like him to touch himself when you were playing the dominant and he was the submissive.

As time went on, the more restless Harry became and his now fully erect cock was painful to bare. But being a good boy, he doesn't touch it. He only slightly bucks his hips forward and allows the fabric of the sheets to rub against his leaking shaft. Which in turn also causes the dildo in his ass to move and him to whimper.

Harry really didn't anticipate to be this turned on by an act that wasn't meant to be inherently sexual. By the fifth little grind forward, he felt an orgasm coming with no warning. He tries to stop it but his cock was just that sensitive that the slightest touch of the sheets stimulated him enough to come.

Trying to be as still as possible while also subtly rubbing the side of his dick on the bed, Harry squeezes his eyes shut and before he knows it, small spurts of cum ejaculate from his cock head as well as his anal muscles gripping the strap-on for dear life. His breathing is heavy and his body is slightly trembling as he comes down from his high.

For some reason you stayed asleep during all of that but what did wake you up was the sound of soft cries leaving your boyfriends mouth. You slowly sit up, trying not to move the dildo too much, and peer over Harry's shoulder to see him crying. "Baby, what's the matter? Why are you crying?" you question in a raspy voice due to your nap.

"M' sorry. Didn't mean too." is all he says through tears and you're left confused. That is until you slowly slip the fake cock out of his ass and flip him on his back. When the blankets shuffle down to Harry's waist line, you see the reminits of his orgasm on his belly and the sheets beside where he laid.

"Oh, Harry." you coo, not in a mad tone but in a understanding tone even though you still don't fully know how he came.

"Swear I didn't touch it. The sheets touched it and the cockwarming turned me on more than I expected." Harry tells as fresh tears pour out his eyes.

You scoot up and lean down, encasing your baby boy in a hug. Then mutter in Harry's ear, "Shh, I'm not upset, baby. Know you didn't mean too. It's ok. How 'bout we go ahead and get in the bath and I'll help clean you up. I'll get the lube off your hole and the cum off your tummy."

Nodding his head, Harry agrees.

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[justice4canyonmoon]

I’m begging you for a smut where either Y/N or Harry comes home with something sexy pierced (nipples, tongue, etc) and surprises the other.

soooo uh this request might have been sent in almost two years ago... I'm so sorry! But I've been in a writing type of mood, and we're finally here! thank you @victoria-styles for sending this in, even though it took me ages to answer. I hope it's worth the wait

warnings: smut!!!! 18+ only :) nipple play, piercing kink? handjobs, sub!harry, softdom! reader

wc: 830

Harry has a lot of tattoos. That’s a well known fact. Every time he came home with a new one, you would just smile and shake your head.

“How do you even have space for any more of those, H?”

He would just smirk and say, “Know yeh like ‘em, baby.”

But he had never had a piercing, and he was sort of curious about it. He didn’t want to do something boring though, like his ears, but he didn’t know what to get. 

“Think ‘m gonna get a piercing,” he mentioned to you one day.

“Should pierce your nipples,” you joked.

He laughed, “Yeh know how damn sensitive they are. Don’ think I’d be able to handle it.”

But the more he thought about it, the more he wanted it. He imagined what it would feel like to have your tongue swirl around the cold metal, and the more he imagined it, the more it made Harry desperately need to feel it.

Mitch went with him to the tattoo/piercing parlor that he tended to frequent, and he could only snort in laughter when Harry told him what he was going to do.

“You sure about that, man? Feel like it would feel weird.”

Harry shrugged, “Can’t hurt much more than the tattoos.”

Though he usually came home late, Harry came home even later than you were used to. You were practically asleep on the couch when he came home, but you were startled awake by the sound of the front door opening and his keys jingling in his massive hands. 

“You’re late,” you mumbled sleepily as he scooped you up in his arms.

“Sorry, baby. Was at the parlor.”

You rolled your eyes, “Another tattoo?” “No,” he replied, “the piercing I was tellin yeh about.”

“Show me in the morning. ‘M too sleepy.”

You were asleep in his arms before he even made it to the bed. Harry chuckled softly and pressed an affectionate kiss to your forehead. He got ready for bed, choosing to sleep shirtless so you’d see his little surprise in the morning, before crawling in beside you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

You woke up to sunlight streaming through your open curtains. You glanced over and saw Harry perched in one of your chairs, sipping tea while texting someone. While his pretty face and gorgeous curls shone in the daylight, you could only focus on one thing.

“You actually got the nipple piercings?”

He turned toward you with a mischievous grin, “You told me to.”

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it!” you walked over to him, “how much did it hurt?”

“Not too much,” Harry answered honestly, though his eyes were trained on your face, taking in the darkening of your eyes and the way your tongue slowly wet your lips.

“Kind of hot,” you murmured, “mind if I touch?”

He swallowed, nodding as you sat in his lap, placing his tea on the bedside table. Your pinkie finger trailed from his shoulders down to his chest. Very gently, you hooked just the tip of your finger into the small ring and tugged ever so slightly. You were pleased with yourself when you felt him bite back a moan, trapping his bottom lip with his teeth. 

“Why you trying to be quiet on me?” you teased, gently tugging on the other ring, “make all the pretty noises you want.

“Fuck,” he exhaled, “gonna be the death of me.”

Your lips copied the trail your fingers created, until your mouth was right above his left nipple.

“But what a way to go,” you whispered against his skin before giving him what he wanted.

Harry couldn’t help the whimpers escaping his lips even if he wanted to. The feeling of your tongue on the sensitive bud was making his cock spring to life. You tugged on the piercing with your tongue, swirling it around the bud before sucking every so lightly.

“Fuck,” he cursed again, “so good.”

You smiled, dipping your fingers below the waistline of his pajama pants, “Definitely glad I suggested this.”

He swallowed again, nodding as your hand stroked his cock with teasing, feather light touches, “Y-yeah. ‘S nice. So horny.”

You giggled, “Can barely even make words already, sweetheart. I’ve barely even started.”

“It’s too much-” he cut himself off with a moan as your thumb swept over his swollen head before latching onto his other nipple, sucking lightly around the cold metal.

Harry was on the edge before he knew it, but when he opened his mouth to tell you, all that would come out were desperate whines of pleasure. He came hard, gasping your name in broken syllables as ropes of cum coated your hand. You worked him through it, letting his nipple fall out of your mouth as you murmured sweet nothings to him.

“Shit,” he gasped as he came down from his high, “we’re doing that more often.”

You smirked, “Was already planning on it.”

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