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Warnings/summary: unprofessional work relationship, oral(m receiving) under the table, slight drug use😛
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"Y/n! Boss wants you in the back."
Your head turns at your name, rushing to set down the drinks that the table you were serving had ordered.
As you make your way towards the back rooms, you ignore the obnoxious cat calls of drunk men. Working in a nightclub wasn't always ideal, but the pay was good enough.
Plus your tattoos, piercings, and skimpy outfits always brought in good tips.
You knock once you've arrived at the room, hearing a gruff, "Come in."
Sitting behind a desk with two monitors, is the owner of the club, Rafe Cameron.
Aka, your boyfriend.
"You asked to see me?", you ask when he fails to say anything after you enter.
He pushes his chair out from under the desk, turning to the side and signaling for you to come to him.
You walk into his spread legs, still confused as to what he wants with you. His hands raise to your hips, massaging the exposed skin there before he pulls you into his lap.
You feel your face flush at the sudden closeness, not melting into his touch yet since you know you have to get back to work.
"My shift ends in an hour, you couldn't wait?", you ask to which he subtly smirks at.
"Baby, I own the place. Can afford to see my favorite employee when I want.", you roll your eyes at his arrogance, turning to look at the security cameras on his desk.
From here you can see all areas of club, and you can't help but wonder if Rafe had been watching you the whole night.
He brings one of his hands to your face, slowly turning your attention back to him.
"I missed you.", he finally says, eyes scanning your face and lingering on your deep red lipstick.
"Missed that lovely face of yours, and these gorgeous lips.", his thumb traces your slightly parted lips, smearing the color onto your cheek before allowing the digit to slip into your mouth.
You instinctively close around his finger, causing Rafe to let out a groan.
"Shit, I've got you trained well don't I?"
Nodding around him, you let your hands rest on his chest. His attire doesn't seem like a normal club owner, but it doesn't fail to have you practically drooling.
A simple black polo is stretched around his muscular upper body, his toned stomach peeking from where the shirt is slightly scrunched up at the bottom. It's paired with khakis, and his signature backwards hat.
"I've had a pretty stressful day,", he starts, "and nothing would cheer me up more right now than feeling that throat wrapped around me."
How his bluntness shocks you, you're not sure. Given that he's like that 24/7.
Rafe smirks slightly at your expression, already backing his chair up. "So, how about you get under the desk for me while I finish up a few things, yeah?"
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"Mhm, just like that. Flatten your tongue-"
A knock interrupts Rafe, a frustrated groan escaping him.
His hand never leaves the top of your head, instructing you to keep sucking while he decides whether or not to answer the unknown visitor.
When they knock again he finally grunts out a "come in", and you hear the door open. You don't have a chance to panic, Rafe just patting the top of your head and moving you further under the desk.
After the initial shock, their conversation drowns out and all you can focus on is staying quiet for Rafe.
Not that he'd mind if you were caught, he's not shy by any means, but it's a fun little game the two of you like to play.
You're dormant for a while, trying not to fall asleep as you listen to them talk business.
Rafe must get bored too, a small tug to your hair signaling for you to move and of course you're eager.
You struggle to make as minimal noise as possible, while Rafe struggles to maintain his poker face, his flushed cheeks and few visible hairs sticking to his forehead are the only indicators. Lucky for him, people assumed that was the coke. The thin white lines on the desk only fueled the assumption.
It seems their conversation is never ending, your jaw already becoming tired, and you can sense Rafe's impatience with the man. His teeth grit with every word and his responses grow shorter and shorter.
Finally, you hear the man get up and exit, and the door closing calms your nerves.
Rafe is quick to rush you on your feet, pulling you into his lap. He joins you in a kiss, groaning into your mouth at the taste of himself.
"I love you, you know that?", he asks, lewdly kissing down your neck while his hands make their way up your shirt. You're both in a rush to get you undressed, your heels and mini skirt coming off easily so that your bare center is pressed against Rafe's.
You take the hat off his head so that you can grab his hair, pulling him closer to you as his kisses go lower and lower.
He slides the shirt over your head, not surprised at the lack of bra, his tongue eagerly lapping at your pierced nipples.
Moaning unashamedly, you grind against him, wanting him to take the hint.
"I know you want it baby, take it.", he says while offering no help, kissing you once again.
The confirmation is all you need, reaching down to stroke him, before lining him up with your dripping pussy.
It's messy and uncoordinated, Rafe's mouth doing nothing but making it even harder for you.
You moan against each others lips, the intrusion startling both of you with how good it feels and Rafe grips your hips with fervor.
He paces himself, letting you get adjusted to his girth since he's being nice today.
Rafe lands a firm, non-threatening hit to your ass, as he smiles. "You wanted to get caught didn't you?"
Your cheeks flush even as you deny, "What? No."
"Mm don't lie darlin' you know I always know.", he teases as he lifts his hips just a little.
You try to distract him with a kiss but he denies you, taking a handful of your hair and holding your lips inches away from his.
"Tell me, and I'll reward you.", he offers, glancing at the precut lines on the table and your eyes light up at the mention.
Coke wasn't really your thing, but once in a while didn't hurt.
"If you always know, why I always gotta say it?", you say breathlessly.
The smack on your ass is harsh this time, grip on your hair getting tighter. Pushing his buttons was a dangerous game, but one you liked to play often.
"Talking back won't get you a damn thing, you know that baby."
He's right, and you know his patience is wearing thin.
You relent, "Maybe I wanted to get caught. Just a little." He smirks at your playful attitude, eyeing your face as he readjusts his hips, regaining your attention.
"You want your reward now?" He asks, redirecting you to the narcotic on the table, hand dragging up your body before resting comfortably on the back of your neck.
The possessive grip makes it slightly difficult to shake your head yes, but Rafe knows. He guides you down to the table, watching you use your finger to plug one nostril before dragging your face against the surface.
When your head pops back up there's a flushed look on your face, lips immediately finding Rafe's. He's almost taken aback at your sudden movements but he's quick to return your energy, tongue so clashing with yours.
Warnings/summary: dom Harry, slight angst, getting back together(?), a little fluff, L bombs, they’re not the best people morally, mating press
A/N: this’ll probably be the last part? I wasn’t really sure how to end it given it was supposed to be a one shot lmao
Part 1 Part 2
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"I know you're in there Y/N, your cars outside. So let me in."
You were still stuck on the couch, debating whether or not to let Harry in. After two more harsh knocks, you finally get up.
When the door opens you see Harry's fist lowering, a small smile appearing on his face.
He pushes his way in before you can shut him out again, taking a seat on the couch.
After closing the door, you stand awkwardly in your living room, waiting for Harry to break the silence.
"I'm sorry.", you both end up saying at the same time.
He goes to speak again, but you cut him off, finally coming to your senses.
"No no, let me apologize.", you sit next to him on the couch, body facing towards him while you begin to pick at your nails.
"I felt guilty, and instead of owning up to my shit and acting like an adult, I just wanted to blame you.", you glance up to see Harry watching you intently before looking down again.
"We're bad people, Harry.", you sigh frustratedly. "Liam was your best friend and my fucking boyfriend, and we betrayed him.", you can see Harry's head fall a bit, probably ashamed of himself.
"I tried to shut you out, thinking that maybe I'd feel better, that it would somehow make Liam feel better.", your teeth clench, head shaking as you rant. "Because how am I supposed to deal with myself, knowing that I'm in love with the man I cheated with."
Your head finally lifts at the same time that Harry's springs up, tears in his eyes.
"What?", he asks while his voice cracks. "You love me? But I thought- you said it was just a fling. That it wasn't anything real.", he uses the sleeve of his shirt to wipe his tears, a few still falling down his face.
"I know, I know what I said, and I'm sorry for lying to you. I just didn't know how to deal with how I was feeling.", you move even closer to Harry, hands coming to cradle his face.
"We can be together now though, yeah? It's not a perfect start, but I can't let this be over."
His lips join yours in a soft kiss, almost like he was scared to do it, a subtle taste of salt from his leftover tears invading your mouth as you melt into the kiss.
"Now, tell me you love me too.", you say once you break apart, referring to your somewhat spontaneous admission.
"You couldn't tell that all this time?", he says with a slight laugh.
"Just say it, please.", you playfully whine.
"I love you.", he says sincerely.
Harry reaches to cradle your face just how you did his, pressing small kisses all over it, muttering "I love you" after each one.
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"Say it again love, let me hear it."
"I love you."
"Yeah? You love the way I fuck you, don't you?"
You were on your knees, back arched and face down into a pillow as Harry took you from behind. His hand fisted into your braids, tugging on them to anchor himself.
He'd been holding back his orgasm since the moment he slid in. It'd been a long couple weeks, in which he refrained from touching himself. It just didn't feel right without you.
"Missed this.", Harry said through gritted teeth. "Y'miss me baby?"
You nod your head as much as you can in Harry's grip, wishing he'd cut the small talk and just fuck you already.
You damn near cry when he pulls out, feeling yourself be flipped over and silenced with a kiss before you can even question anything.
"Wanted to see your face." He admits before pushing back inside you, his head falling into the crook of your neck as he lets out a shaky breath.
It's not long before his pace picks back up, the sounds of skin against skin filling the room. Your hand travels down in between the two of you, landing on your clit and the pressure immediately draws a moan from you.
Harry notices and pushes your hand away, replacing it with his own.
"Let me take care of you, hm? Wanna make you feel the way you make me feel."
You try not to seem too affected by his words, or the feeling of his skilled fingers on your clit, "Yeah and how is that?"
You're surprised to hear how breathless and raspy your voice sounds, but Harry seems to like it with the way his hips press against yours a little harder this time.
"Good, honey. You make me feel so. fucking. good."
He punctuates each word with a hard thrust, one hand coming to grab the side of your neck, forcing you to look him in the eye before kissing you.
The two of you continue to swallow each other’s moans, you being the first to break so that you could catch your breath.
Harry can feel you tightening around him, he knows you’re getting close.
“Y’know,” he says before standing up slightly, removing himself from the bear hug position. You watch him grab hold of your legs, pushing them towards you so that he can go even deeper. “last time we fucked, I realized something.”
The sentence somewhat pulls you out of your haze, the fact that he’s referring to the day Liam found out catching you off guard. “Y-yeah?”, you ask.
“Yeah. It was right before you began to panic. Felt this pussy grip me so tight baby, if it weren’t for the circumstances I’m sure I would’ve came right then.”
Your brows furrow at his unspoken accusation, trying to focus on your pleasure instead, but Harry stops moving.
“Oh no sweetheart, you can’t ignore me.”
“Harry please.”
“Please what?” He taunts.
“Please make me cum.”, you cry out. The ache in your legs is only making your frustration worse, and Harry couldn’t care less.
“I will.”, he states. “But only if you admit that you wanted to get caught.”
“What-”
“Don’t play dumb baby.” He says paired with a circular motion of his hips, giving you a slight taste of what you could have. “Tell me how dirty you are, how you wanted him to see me fuck you.”
There’s a roughness to his voice, alongside the playful tone and you want to call him crazy. Tell him that he’s imagining things, and of course you’d never want that to happen, but you can’t. Because you know he’s right.
“Okay, okay, you’re right. I liked it, I wanted him to see us, I did.” Your voice is pitiful, airy moans following your admission once Harry begins thrusting again.
“I know love, I know. You just can’t help yourself, can you?” He coos, and you shake your head, causing him to let out a chuckle.
“Sluts never can.”
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I honestly feel like there could have been a better ending, but I’m not used to series’ so if anyone has any ideas, let me know ! Thanks for reading <3
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Are you ever gonna write more about Chase Davenport? Its ok if you don't, I just love how you write for him <3
Hi sorry it took me so long !! Hopefully you like this one<3
Jealousy
Chase Davenport x Reader
18+
Warning/summary: dom chase, secret relationship, dumbification
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Having Chase as your boyfriend and dom was amazing. He took care of you, made sure you were always happy, always knew what you needed, and made sure you were okay with everything the two of you did together.
His only "problem"- it wasn't even a problem, you loved it about him- is that he gets jealous. Pure, unbridled anger that arose in his chest at the sight of what he thinks is you with another.
So you, a person with a very flirty personality, plus a whole house full of sexy ass heroes? Not ideal.
For Chase at least.
He'd insisted on keeping your relationship private, not wanting to put too much pressure on the two of you. Even with your sneaking around, some of the team already knew.
Leo, Bree, and Sebastian(who'd been staying with y'all for a while now) were bionic humans and downright nosey for gods sake, not too much got by them, and Adam, poor Adam, just needs to learn how to knock before entering a room.
They'd cornered him one morning in the kitchen, commenting on the fresh hickey you'd just planted on his neck the night before.
"Oh my- Chase Davenport, is that a hickey?", Leo said, hand on his chest and imitating a voice that sounded a lot like Tasha.
Chase froze for a sec, his cheeks turning that beautiful shade of pink, before deciding to not respond, and keep on making his coffee.
"Jesus Christ, we're gonna have to start calling Y/N the human vacuum. Look at the size of that thing!", Bree had laughed out, causing the others to join in.
Chase froze for the second time that day, coffee mug still in hand and turned around to look at his friends like a deer caught in headlights, "You know?!"
They all just laughed more at his facial expression before he turned to Adam, "You. I knew you knew already. You told them?"
Adam's hands quickly came up in defense, "Don't look at me, I had no idea they knew."
Chase hated the fact that they knew because the once harmless flirting was now purposeful. You were unaware of the extra cheekiness but Chase definitely wasn't.
The way Leo would make sure to refer to you as "Doll" whenever speaking to you, causing you to giggle, the way Sebastian would sensually guide you through your training, a few more touches to the arms and hips than usual, Bree taking any chance she could to cuddle up with you in the common room, and Adam was unaware of the whole thing.
They loved seeing the interaction between the two of you as you tried to figure out what was wrong with your boyfriend, his jaw clenched and face a light red color.
Chase let it go, deciding that some flirting wasn't hurting anyone, and he knew it wasn't serious.
That didn't last long.
It happened at one of Davenport's parties. You'd only had two drinks but that's all you needed to gain some liquid courage, going out to the dance floor.
You were feeling a bit loose, dancing with your friends. When the song changed from up tempo, to something a bit more slow and sensual, so did your dancing.
You were currently in between Leo and Sebastian, neither of them touching you in respect for their friend and your boyfriend, but that was as clean as it got.
Chase watched from afar as you rolled your body in between the two men, as if you weren't taken. He knew he couldn't openly say anything, in fear of someone noticing.
But the more he watched, the less amount of fucks he gave. Setting his drink down from the bar, Chase rudely abandoned a one sided conversation some lady was having with him, lying to her when he said "I'll be right back."
He stormed onto the dance area, stepping in between you and his friends. Grabbing your arm he flashes Leo and Seb a fake smile, "Mind if I borrow Y/N real quick?", not even giving them a chance to respond, he drags you out of the room.
"Chase! What're you doing, I was having fun!", you stop in the middle of the hall, upset that he took you away.
The man in question allows you to stop, knowing he could just pull you along if he wanted to, but decided against it.
"I didn't know acting like a slut in public was considered 'fun' nowadays.", he says with a glare.
Fed up with his attitude, you respond, "Yeah well, things have changed. It's called the 21st century, gramps."
You're quickly pushed against the wall in the hallway, where anyone could come and see you. Chase separates your legs with his knee, placing it on your core, his hand finding it's place on your neck.
"Y'know, I was gonna wait until we got to the room to fuck some sense into you, but maybe I should just do it right here. I bet you'd like that. For everyone to be able to see how much a whore you are."
You whine at his words, trying to grind down onto his thigh.
"I fuckin' knew it.", he laughs darkly, releasing your neck and stepping away from you, causing you to stumble from the wall. "Too bad I don't like sharing."
He makes his way to the elevator, leaving you to mindlessly trail behind him like a very horny puppy.
You thought for sure he'd make a move on you in the elevator, the short amount of privacy enough time for him to have you up against a wall, wet and begging, but he did nothing.
The elevator door opened and you wordlessly followed him to his room, he allowed you to walk in first, not even attempting to swat at your ass like he usually does.
Walking into the room, you turn when you hear the door close, fearful of your boyfriends sudden quietness. "Baby-"
"Quiet.", he cuts you off.
"But-"
"Sweetheart if I have to repeat myself, the night will be much worse for you than I already have planned."
His low tone and threatening words convince you to obey him, watching as he stops at your dresser, loosening his tie.
You have no choice but to stand there as he unbuttons his shirt, slowly, practically teasing you. His toned abs peek through and you feel your mouth start to salivate at the sight. Chase looks up and a dark chuckle escapes his mouth at the look on your face.
"See something you like?"
It's a rhetorical question because he knows how much you love his body, and he knows it's killing you to not touch him right now.
He strips down to his boxers, the room completely silent except for the pounding of your heartbeat. Chase walks over to the bed, getting himself comfortable with his hands behind his head, propping him up.
"Your turn." He tells you.
You quickly began to undress, and Chase tsks, "Slower. I want a show."
Obeying him you start to go a bit slower, feeling small under his intense stare.
Once you're completely stripped, he signals for you to come to him on the bed.
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"Cmon baby, don't go dumb on me just yet."
Chase's request falls on deaf ears with you too focused on your impending orgasm. You'd lost count of how many you'd given him tonight, your brain too clouded to keep count of anything at the moment.
"Ohh, you're already there hm?"
Your partner uses his big hands, cradling your neck and face to get your attention on him. His hips continue to slap into yours, jolting you with every thrust.
He has your feet by your ears, body pressed to yours so closely that it's nearly intoxicating.
"Just can't help yourself, can you?", Chase taunted. He ghosts his lips over yours, teasing you even further.
You mumble out a "please" when he does it again, and Chase gives in.
He applies more pressure to your throat when he deepens the kiss, causing you to clench around him. He moans into your mouth, a whimper-like groan escaping him.
"You're mine, y'know that?" He asks and you nod.
“Yeah? But you don’t act like it.” Chase says bitterly
He’s referring to your little dance and you can tell just how mad it made him with the way his thrusts pick up.
“I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry.” You plead with him.
“Aww now that’s sweet.” He chuckles out.
“I am!” You insure. “But, I can’t cum again. I just can’t.” You knew your safe words. If you truly wanted him to stop, he would.
“Maybe if you were good, I’d be more sympathetic but since you weren’t, I’m not stopping.”
Hi, I have a request, can you do a sub! Tom Holland x Reader, where they're trying to get pregnant, and the reader is riding Tom saying stuff like "Do you wanna cum baby?" "Want to fill me up with your cum?" "Wanna get your mistress/mommy pregnant?" While Tom is just nodding his head and whimpering
This is wayyy overdue and I’m so sorry but I love the idea!!
Baby Fever
Tom Holland x Dom! Reader
18+
Warnings/summary: Sub Tom, breeding, mommy kink
A/N: I have a few more requests to get to and hopefully it’ll be soon<3
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It all started after the two of you went to visit your friend who'd just had their baby.
You saw the way Tom got all googly-eyed when you held your new godchild, and you could tell he was thinking the same thing you were: it's time for a baby.
"Off, take it off." Tom was struggling with your tucked in shirt as you stumbled into your shared bedroom.
He was much more rushed than usual, practically dragging you to the bed.
You still took your time though, allowing Tom to move you, wanting to see just how frantic he could get.
"Calm down.", you warn him once he yanks your pants down a little too hard.
"And slow down.", you straddle his lap at the edge of the bed, both of you stripped just to undergarments.
Your hands caress his chest, coming up and lingering on his neck before tilting his head to the side, giving you a better view.
"Why so hyper, hm?"
You begin to leave kisses down his jawline, flicking your tongue against the warm and smooth skin of his neck, leaving marks.
"Let me touch you, please."
You smirk at his strained voice, your hands trailing up to his hair and tugging it for his attention.
"No, not yet.", you tell him and he whines desperately.
The only relief that Tom gets is when you begin to grind onto him, a small movement that has him craving more.
"What is it that you want?"
He stares up at you, eyes glazed as his tongue darts out to wet his pink, kiss-swollen lips. "Wanna- wanna put a baby in you."
"Oh?", although you had gotten the idea about where this was heading, you never expected Tom to outright say it.
"Mhm, darling please."
“How could I say no when you’re asking so nicely?”
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“S’good baby, you’re fuckin’ me so good.”
Tom whines his way through the sentence, jaw clenched and you see his eyes close as he struggles to form words while you bounce on his thick cock.
Bringing your well-manicured nails to the back of his head, you yank it down to look at where you’re connected.
He moans at the sight, hips jerking to meet your thrusts.
“M’not gonna last much longer.”, Tom nearly cries out, hands gripping your waist to try and slow you down.
“Aww that’s okay.”, you coo at him, lifting his chin so that he looks you in the eye. “Cause you’re gonna give mommy all of your loads aren’t you?”
His eyes widen at your words, causing you to smile. “You wanna give me a baby right?”, you ask and he nods a bit.
Warnings/summary: slight exhibitionism, degradation, pet names, Loki records them
A/N: yes I did get the title from a 21 savage song
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"Open your fucking eyes. Let them see how much of a dirty whore you are for your King."
Your eyes shoot open at the sound of Loki's raspy voice in your ear, looking out at the poor guards just there to do their jobs in the throne room.
He's got you sitting on his lap, cock deep inside you while you struggle to keep your balance with your hands bound behind your back. You're completely bare while he's clad in Asgard's finest, even a miniature version of his horns adorning his head, Loki's idea of a crown.
"C'mon, I know you can do better than this."
He sounds bored, his sloppy posture showing that too.
With a flick of his wrist your bindings are gone, Loki's large hands coming to grip your hips, effortlessly lifting you.
"I've got to do everything don't I?"
He pulls you off of him until only the tip is left, before slamming you back onto him. A moan is punched from your lungs, your hands scrambling to grab onto something while you collect yourself.
"I should invite the whole kingdom in here.", he snarls in your ear, "Let them see how their precious Queen likes to be fucked absolutely dumb on the sacred throne."
You moan even louder at that, pushing your hips down to meet Loki's thrusts. "You like that don't you darling? The idea of everyone seeing me ruin you."
Two of his fingers appear in front of your lips, a silent command for you to suck on them.
You wordlessly obey, whimpering around his now damp fingers.
The newfound weight in your mouth grounds you, tongue swirling around his slender fingers as you feel your high approaching.
"Let me have it pet, c'mon.", he whispers harshly in your ear.
You hear the slight woosh of his magic and not a even a second later, a camera is in front of your face.
You turn to Loki in shock, or at least try to, but he uses the hand once gagging you to keep your face turned forward. "Look at the camera, yeah? Put on a show for the people."
Loki extends his arm to get a better angle, and he fixes your face to look directly at it. It's not hard to imagine how erotic this must look and you can't help but feel a little shy.
You try to drop your head, to curl into Loki's neck, anything to hide your face but Loki isn't budging. Only spewing out the filthiest things that cross his mind directly into your ear, occasionally angling your head so that he can kiss and bite at your neck, no doubt leaving marks.
Eyes glazed, tears begin to swell as your pleasure consumes you.
Loki notices, a cruel smile adorning his lips. "Poor thing."
He puts the camera directly in your face, "Go ahead, cry while you cum for me."
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ITS FINALLY HERE!!!! This is the CEO!Reader fic I’ve been working on with Sub!Harry and I’m soooo excited.
18+
Warnings: Mistress kink, use of restraints, orgasm delay/denial, tiny food kink
It’s 4.7k words!! That’s the most I’ve ever written omg
Hope you all enjoy!!
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Harry Styles submitted to no one.
-Or at least that’s what he tried to convince himself-
It was getting harder and harder to believe ever since he met you. Y/N Y/L/N. The fiercest, most ruthless CEO ever heard of. Everyone called you mean and heartless, but truthfully you just didn’t take anyone’s bullshit or disrespect.
And Harry loved it.
You were beautiful, the most gorgeous person he’d ever seen. Every time you walked into a room you commanded attention and held it. You wore these different colored blazers and slacks, with either flats or those heels that Harry so desperately wanted against this neck.
Once, you just happened to be at the same bar, and when he saw you his jaw dropped. You wore ripped jeans, an old band t-shirt with a leather jacket, rings that made Harry want your hand around this throat even more, and Doc Martens.
The Doc Martens.
Harry found himself fisting his cock at night to the thought of you dominating him in those boots. Maybe- maybe you would make him clean them with, with his tongue? Yeah. Yeah, that’s what Harry wanted. He imagined you just taking what you wanted from him, and he would allow it. He would let you do anything to him. And that scared him.
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With him being one of the higher-ups, Harry’s office was in the same hallway as yours.
A blessing and a curse.
He heard the orders you spat at people, the harsh phone calls, and the occasional firings of his fellow colleagues.
Harry hated how much hearing you scream at, and belittle people, turned him on.
Made him feel like a teenager again, the way he had to will his boner to go away before getting up from his desk.
The other thing that confused him was that he actually felt jealous of the people who had to face your wrath. He wanted that. He wanted you to be mean to him.
Because of that, Harry started “acting out”. God, he sounded like a middle schooler. Acting out for attention. He started doing little things, nothing that would get him fired, but stuff that would hopefully, get you to yell at him, or at least order him around a bit.
He would turn in paperwork just a day late, use the incorrect colored pen on things, or just simply not stapling in the correct place. Petty things.
You, of course, knew what he was doing. He didn’t know that though. You saw the way he unabashedly stared at you whenever you walked into a meeting. Eyes widened, mouth slightly agape, and damn near drooling.
You saw how he shifted in his seat when you paused the meeting to speak to his coworkers about paying attention. You knew he liked your dominance, the way you kept everyone and everything in order.
With this prior knowledge, plus how he was acting now, which could be described as impatient, you decided it was finally time to make a move.
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It was around 11pm on a Saturday and the office was basically deserted, everyone having gone home to their families. Harry was standing in front of the coffee machine, waiting for it to finish brewing. He had had three cups already, but he needed more so he could stay awake and finish all the paperwork he was swamped with.
After he put his coffee in his little cup, he turned to go back to his office, which was- opened? He remembered closing it, so he warily pushed open the door, only to find you sitting in his seat, looking through some paperwork he had atop his desk, a bored look on your face.
You finally looked up when the door creaked, giving a soft smile to the man before you. “Hi, Mr.Styles”, you say, your smooth and sultry voice sending a shiver over his spine. You loved the effect you had on him.
He hastily stepped forward, closing the door slightly with his foot. “Hello ma’am, can I help you with something?”
“Well you see, that’s what I’m here to ask. I was wondering if you could stop by my place tomorrow evening.”
His eyes widened at that, “For- for what?” He asks, voice cracking a little.
“Dinner. You like pasta?”
Dinner? Were you asking him on a date? This can’t be. You couldn’t possibly like him the way he liked you. Harry was in shock. He didn’t realize that during this mental fight with himself, he hadn’t answered your question.
“Styles. I asked you a question.”, you break the silence with a stern tone.
“Oh um, sorry. I- yes? I don’t fully remember the question?” God he was blowing it.
“Great”, you say, clapping your hands as you get up from his chair, moving to stand in front of him.
You step right up to him, your faces an inch apart, before quietly saying, “Be there at 9. Do not be late”.
Harry struggles to catch his breath as you walk out of his room and close the door. Walking back to his chair, hot coffee still in his hand, he looks down and realizes he has a bit of a ‘problem’.
It’s gonna be one long night.
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It’s currently 8:58 pm and Harry is standing outside your door.
He was quite literally shaking.
Holding the fresh flowers he bought in one hand, he uses the unoccupied one to knock.
He could hear your footsteps as they got closer to the door before opening it. Taking a minute to look him up and down, you say with a straight face, “You’re early.”, and walk away, leaving the door open for Harry to let himself in.
“Well, you said don’t be late, so I thought early would be a bit better.” Harry says timidly.
“Close the door, hang your coat on the rack and wipe your feet off on the rug.”
’Great, ordering me around already’, Harry thought,‘I’m not gonna make it through the night’
After following your instructions, you invite Harry to sit down at the kitchen counter. “I usually just eat here, the table in the dining room just feels so lonely.” You tell him while grabbing plates and glasses for the two of you. “It’s fine, no one eats in a dining room anyways.” He says with a slight chuckle, leaning over the counter to take a look at the pot of food.
After setting the kitchenware down, you reach over to stir the pasta. “It’s Chicken Alfredo, homemade. Wanna taste?” He nods his head so you bring the wooden spoon up to his lips, letting him taste the sauce.
The sight of it is almost erotic.
He closes his eyes and lets out a low half groan, half moan before breaking out into a smile. Those damn dimples were gonna kill you. You clear your throat, as if it would clear your thoughts as well, and ask “I take it you like it?”
“It’s really good. A crime you’re not selling it somewhere.” He says sincerely.
He’s startled when you start giggling and you try to explain why by pointing at his face, trying to get him to understand he has sauce on his cheek. When he still doesn’t understand, you walk around the counter and spin his chair to where you’re standing in between his legs.
“Here, let me do it for you.” You say in a low voice, before leaning forward and licking the sauce off, slowly and sensually. Harry’s jaw drops, unable to form words.
So he does the one thing he can do. Kisses you.
It’s not sweet and slow, like most people want their first kiss to be with someone. It’s hard, messy, sloppy, and Harry loves it.
It surprises you that he’d actually take the initiative and make the first move. You don’t let yourself stay shocked for long though, putting just as much passion into the kiss as he did. You feel his hands start to roam your body, one finding its way to your hair.
You bite his lip softly to catch his attention, resulting in a breathy whimper from the man. Grabbing a handful of his hair, you whisper “Don’t forget who’s in charge.” against his puffy lips, slightly red from your lipstick.
“Fuck.” Harry mutters out, stuck in your trance.
“Absolutely not. A mouth as pretty as yours should not be saying such filthy words.” You tell him, dragging your thumb across his bottom lip for emphasis. You’re about to pull it away when he takes it in his mouth and starts to lightly suck on it.
Groaning, you pull your hand away, only for Harry to grab your wrist, not letting you get too far. “You are testing the very little restraint I have, you know that?” You say with a playful glare.
“Let go of it, I can handle it.” Harry says, his eyes pleading.
“I won’t be nice.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
You hum, pleased with his response, “Good. Now before we move on, have you eaten?”. Harry’s shocked by the sudden change in mood, so he asks “Wh- huh? I thought-”
“I’m the one asking the questions here, so let me ask again. Have you eaten?” You say, a little more sternly than before.
“Y-yeah, kinda. I ate some chips earlier during my break at work and then I had some pop and stuff.”
“Oh. Well I guess my question should’ve been ‘have you eaten real food’, not junk. So, here’s what we’re going to do: we’re going to sit down and have a nice meal, then you are going to go to my bedroom, strip down to your boxers, and wait for me at the foot of my bed. ‘Kay?” You say it so casually, as if you’re talking about the weather and Harry’s head is practically spinning.
You go to make a plate for Harry, leaving him speechless. Even after you set his food in front of him, Harry’s unable to move. It seems like all of his blood rushed straight to his dick, and it’s making him dizzy. You see slight hesitation, so you decide to help him, “How about this pretty boy, I’ll feed you. How does that sound?”
“Good, that sounds good.” He responds with a nervous smile, realizing he liked the name ‘pretty boy’.
A little time goes by as you feed Harry, bite by bite, and Harry finds himself a little impatient. He thought he would be able to get through dinner pretty fast, and get to the ‘activities’, but you were taking your sweet precious time, feeding him and whispering small praises.
He’d take a bite. ‘There you go’. Another bite. ‘Good boy’ Another. ‘So good for me’. As much as Harry loved the praise, it was driving him crazy.
Crazy, because his poor erection was straining in his pants the whole dinner. And you knew it. You thought of brushing up against him, just to see him squirm a little, but instead, you left him completely untouched. So worth it.
It seemed like the last bite would never come, but thankfully for Harry, it finally did.
“I’m gonna clean up, okay? You go ahead to the room.” You tell Harry, taking in the flushed state of his skin.
Harry’s never jumped up so quickly, making his way to your room, walking fast but uncomfortably given the situation in his pants.
You decide to give him some time, so you go to fix your own attire. You go to the guest bathroom to take off your little black dress, leaving yourself in a red lace bra and panty set. You reapply your lipstick, fluff out your curls, and you're all set.
You start to walk towards your room, making sure to announce yourself with the click of your heels you decided to keep on.
Your door is cracked, so you softly knock and wait before you hear a quiet, “Come in.” You enter the room to see a practically naked Harry, sitting at the foot of your bed, just as you requested. His jaw drops when he sees you, but that’s nothing new at this point.
“You look gorgeous.” He croaks out, admiring the way the red contrasts with your beautiful brown skin.
“Why thank you.” You respond with a small smirk as you take off your heels, they were just for presentation. You’d honestly had some ideas on how to use them, but you weren’t sure if Harry was ready for that yet.
You walk up to him, his head at your stomach level, and you can see the excitement in his eyes. You go to straddle his lap, watching as he grips the covers beside him, struggling not to touch you yet. You realize that he’s waiting for your permission and you can’t help it when heat rushes to your core. He’s so perfect.
You let your hands go to his hair, lightly massaging his scalp and his eyes flutter at the gentle touch. You join him in a kiss, softer than the one before, but still very heated. You feel yourself getting carried away when you grab a handful of his hair again and yank it, resulting in a moan from him.
“I know it seems like I’m doing a lot of talking,” you break apart from him and say, catching Harry’s attention, “but I just want to make sure you’re okay, and that nothing happens that either one of us doesn’t want.”
“I understand.” He says, slightly confused.
“We’ll do the color system, okay? Green for go, yellow for slow down, and red for stop and talk. Understand?” You ask, trying to maintain eye contact with him, but his eyes continue to go to your lips. “Hey hey, focus.”
“Yeah, sorry. I understand. Red for stop, yellow for slow down, green for go. Got it.”
He leans forward to kiss you again, and you indulge in one, but you have to break apart again, “How do you feel about restraints?”, your question catches him off guard, and you can’t help but feel unprepared.
Usually you’d talk about it beforehand, but for some reason he has you breaking all your self established rules.
You break out in a grin when he says, “Do whatever you want.”
“Just what I like to hear. Go to the headboard, arms up over your head.” You order, going to grab some rope from your closet. Harry follows your orders immediately, and when you turn around, your breath catches in your throat at the sight.
He looks intoxicated, his eyes hooded, smudged lipstick on his face, and the genuine look of lust on his face as he watches you.
You crawl to him on the king sized bed, silk rope in hand, his eyes never leaving you. You straddle his waist as you tie the rope around each of his wrists and connect it to the railed headboard.
When the ropes are secured, you see him tug on them a bit to test the resistance. He grins up at you when he sees he can barely move, and you bend down to ghost your lips over his, teasing him before removing yourself from his waist.
You plant yourself in between his thighs, your hands playing with the band of his boxers before pulling them down, releasing his hard cock.
“Would ya look at that, you’re so hard you’re leaking.”, you say, and Harry’s cheeks flush even deeper, “This all for me?”
“Yes ma’am, all for you.” He responds, and you immediately correct the title.
“Oh yeah, I should’ve told you beforehand, I prefer Mistress.” You say before licking a stripe up his cock from the base to the tip, resulting in a moan from him.
“Please- please Mistress.”
You let a line of spit drip from your mouth, directly onto his cock, then using your hand to stroke him, “Poor thing, don’t even know what you’re begging for, do you? What is it you want, baby boy?”
“Want your mouth, please.”, he asks, as his eyes bore into yours.
Your answer is given when you put your mouth on him, swallowing him down as far as you can. He was bigger than you expected, causing you to gag a bit, his tip hitting the back of your throat.
Harry lets out an embarrassingly loud, “Oh my god!”, and you can’t help yourself when you pull off, smirking at him before saying, “God can’t help you now.”
You put him back in your mouth, going all the way down before coming back up to let your tongue circle his tip, collecting the precum.
Harry’s been nothing but encouraging, switching between chanting “Mistress” and your name, and thrashing against his restraints.
You grab onto his thigh with one of your hands for stability, your nails digging in, resulting in a moan from the man above you.
“Who would’ve known you were such a pain slut Styles.”, you say, still stroking him. Harry opens his eyes and groans at the sight of you, with your spit soaked chin, and your breasts practically spilling out of your bralette.
In response to your discovery, Harry didn’t really know he liked pain. None of his previous partners ever did anything remotely “risky” with him, so you were like a breath of fresh air.
You continue stroking him, your mouth toying with his tip, and pretty soon he’s trying to fuck up into your mouth, wanting to feel the wet heat around him again. You take your mouth off of him, and he whines again, “Mistress please, I need to cum.”
“So impatient,” you purr at him, “we can’t have you cumming too soon, now can we? I haven’t even had a chance to fuck myself on this pretty cock of yours yet.”
Harry’s hips jolt up at the thought, and you can’t help but grin at him.
You move to position yourself above him, one of your hands sliding your panties to the side, the other guiding his tip to your folds. You slowly sink onto him, your mouth dropping open at the intrusion.
Harry does his best to keep his hips pinned down, in fear of hurting you. “Fuckin’ hell.”, he whines out, forgetting your scolding from earlier.
Once you’ve bottomed out, you lean forward, your hand traveling from his stomach to his neck and your lips right next to his ear, “Didn’t I tell you, to watch your mouth?”
When he doesn’t answer, you squeeze your fingers around his neck a little, resulting in a soft “ah! I’m sorry, so sorry.”
“Thought so.”, you respond before kissing him.
He gasps into the kiss, not expecting it, and he moans into your mouth when you start to grind yourself on him.
You continue kissing him, swallowing down all his moans when you start to lightly bounce on his cock. You break apart only to say, “Tell me how good I feel.”, before moving your assault to his neck.
“So- so good, never felt like this -ah- before.”
The sounds of flesh on flesh, along with Harry’s rambling, is enough to encourage you to go faster, your head thrown back in pleasure.
You feel yourself getting close, so you put two of your fingers in front of Harry, telling him to “Open.”, and he instantly obeys. He messily wets your fingers, the obscene sounds making you grow even closer to your orgasm.
The weight of your fingers on his tongue, and the feeling of you bouncing on his cock, has Harry practically floating, his only thoughts being about you and your pleasure.
You take your fingers out his mouth, using them to rub your swollen clit, and you can’t stop the moan that escapes from your lips.
“Oh god, I’m gonna cum”, you say and oh, Harry can feel how much tighter you’re getting every second. He wants to- no, needs to feel you.
“Mistress please, please cum for me. Want you to feel good.”, Harry babbles out, unknowingly pushing you over the edge.
You use Harry’s chest for support, your legs shaking to the point where they can’t hold you up anymore. “Holy fuck-”, and god, Harry wishes he didn’t have these damned ropes on his wrists, wanting to be able to hold you through your orgasm.
He tries his best to not thrust up into you, not wanting to make it all about him.
You recover quickly, planting lazy kisses onto Harry’s lips, before starting to grind against him again. You let your hand lightly trail across the bright hickeys you’ve left on his neck. “I wonder what everyone at work will think, hm? Your neck littered with marks. You gonna tell them you got em’ from the boss? From your mistress?”, you tease him, your hand traveling down his toned stomach, tracing his tattoos. His abdomen tightens at your soft touch and he whimpers when you come back up to lightly pinch his nipples.
“So sensitive,” you murmur , picking up your pace now that the sensitivity in your cunt has started to go away.
You can tell Harry’s getting close, the way his moans are getting louder and how he’s tugging on his restraints.
“Is there something you want, lovie? I can’t read minds, you gotta tell me.”
“Choke me again, please.”, he asks and you happily comply.
You love the way your manicured nails look against his skin, how they curl around his neck ever so slightly, and the little gasp he lets out every time. You apply a little pressure at a time, not wanting to truly hurt him, but you can see how much it’s affecting him.
You can see his stomach clenching with every thrust, so you tell him, “If you wanna cum, you gotta ask nicely.”
You love to see him squirm, his pleads tumbling out immediately, “Mistress please, I need to cum, I can’t- can’t go much longer. You just feel so so good, please.”
His begging is like music to your ears, and you decide to take pity on him, not wanting to overwhelm him, so you lean forward until your lips hover right on his, and whisper, “Cum for me.”, before connecting your lips.
You work him through his orgasm, keeping your lips on his to stop him from biting down too hard on his own. -You’d realize that he does that a lot at work, and since he’d arrived at your house.-
He slowly comes down from his high, and you lift yourself off of him, hearing him softly whine. You assume he thinks you’re leaving him, knowing how vulnerable people can be in this state so you put a reassuring hand on his thigh before saying, “It’s alright, I’m just grabbing something to clean us up.”
You opt for his shirt lying on the ground, since it’s close and you don’t want to go too far. You wipe yourself off, and Harry, pulling his boxers back up, then moving to untie the ropes around his wrists, lightly massaging them.
He allows you to maneuver him, following you to the master bathroom. “Do you want to shower with me, or alone?”, you ask while going to the toilet to pee.
“With you, please.” He mumbles, finally turning to look at himself in the mirror above the sink and he can’t help but be slightly taken aback at the fucked out look on his face, and the marks on his neck.
He’s startled when you appear behind him in the mirror, your hand tracing your work. He turns around to look at you, and you say, “I like those on you, let’s people know you’re spoken for.”
When his eyes go wide you immediately step back, “Oh- am I reading this completely wrong or something?”
“No no, I just didn’t know you, wanted me that way.”, he quickly responds.
Internally smiling, you decide to mess with him, “Oh, so you thought I was a one night stand type of girl? Hit it and quit it?”, and although there’s nothing wrong with a woman being sexually free, the look of panic on Harry’s face is so worth it as he rushes out apologies.
“I’m kidding, don’t worry.”, you calm him, putting your arms around his neck. He leans and kisses you, the kiss quickly becoming heated.
When he moves to start sucking on your neck, you try to push him away, saying, “We need to shower, remember? We have work.”, but your request is ignored until he’s done, and instead of saying anything, he moves so that you can see yourself in the mirror.
Your eyes gawk at the size of the hickey left on your neck. You turn to him, “You little shit! I have to work tomorrow.”
“I know.”, he smirks, “What happened to ‘It lets people know you’re spoken for’?”
Instead of admitting that he’s right, you just say, “What happened to the shy man that came into my house a few hours ago?”, causing him to giggle.
“Now, if you’re done playing 21 questions, I want to take a shower.”
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Your night with Harry was amazing- and not just the sex part. You stayed up for hours after that, just talking. You went back into the kitchen and actually ate, realizing you hadn’t earlier, too busy focusing on Harry. He sat with you while you ate, and helped put the dishes up when you were done. It was oddly, domestic for someone you had only spent one night with, even though you’d been pining over him for months, and him to you.
He had to leave early in the morning, to stop by his place and get some clothes, giving you a goodbye kiss and a cute, “See you at work.”, before going out the door in his clothes from the night before.
Well, his pants from the night before, you had to give him one of your slightly bigger shirts to leave in, since his dress shirt had been used for something else.
You got dressed for the day, black blazer and slacks, white shirt with some tan heels. Your hair was kind of messy since you didn’t have time to twist it the night before, but you just went with it, sort of liking the Afro look.
When you got to work, Harry wasn’t there yet. Perfect.
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Harry got to work a bit late, going straight to his office and ignoring the wolf whistles from one of his best mates, Liam.
He followed him into the office already talking his head off, “Well it looks like someone got laid last night. Or, mauled by a bear? Is this one of those, ‘you should see the other guy’ situations mate or should I be worried?”
“Liam. I have work to do, I’ll talk to you later.”, Harry says, trying to change the subject and get him out of the room.
“That’s not the only reason I came in here. The boss wants to see you. She looks mad, but not as mad as usual so, good luck.” Liam finishes, a confused look on his face at the small smile that came on Harry’s face when he mentioned their boss.
Harry walked the short way to your room with a small skip in his step, unsure of what was to come. He knocked on the door and heard you say “Come in.”, he opened the door slowly and was met with a neutral face.
He closed the door and said “I was told to come here, Ms. Y/L/N?”
You break into a small smile and motion for him to come to you, “Oh drop the formalities, it’s just us.”
You should’ve known it was a bad idea inviting him in here, because within minutes he’s sitting in your chair, with you atop his lap, your lips on his.
You start to unbutton his shirt, kissing over the marks you left the previous night. It’s not long before Harry starts to moan out your name, causing you to stop abruptly.
One of your hands travels to his hair, yanking a handful and pulling a whimper from the man below you.
Hovering above his lips you say, “Uh uh, who am I, Harry?”
Warnings/summary: phone sex, mentions of rope play
This is based off of s5 Spencer when he got shot in the knee, and the first bit of this is directly from the show!
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"What's this?"
"You told me you were cleared to travel. You lied.", Hotch replied.
All eyes went to the resident genius of the team as Hotch called him out, Emily even going as far to say "Naughty Boy".
His eyes met yours briefly, widening slightly at the subtle glare he was met with before he tried to clean it up.
"Uh, no, I didn't. I am a doctor, so technically it wasn't a lie."
"What was it then?" Garcia piped up from the doorframe.
"Um... second opinion.", he responded with a half smirk.
"Huh, you're my bitch now."
Spencer smiled nervously at her joke, his eyes darting back to you since he knew he was in trouble.
You told the team you'd meet them on the runway, making your way to the gender neutral bathroom, signaling for Spence to follow you.
You waited for 2 minutes, the recently impaired man using his crutches to push the door open.
"Look, I know-"
"Save it.", you cut him off, walking towards him until you're right in his face. He's backed against the wall, resting his weight against it so he doesn't have to use his crutches. You let your hand travel to his neck, adding a bit of pressure. "We have a case to work on, so I can't punish you accordingly, but we will deal with this when I get home. Do you understand me?"
Spence swallowed harshly before answering you, his voice coming out shakily. "Yes ma'am."
You give him a soft peck on the lips, "Good. Now I have to go meet the others, but I'll text you when we land."
About to open the door, you take one more look at your boyfriend, his face is flushed red and when your eyes travel lower, you notice the tent in his pants.
"Oh and Spence?"
"Yeah?”
"No touching yourself while I'm gone.", you say with a wink, watching as his face drops and he's about to plead his case, but you quickly walk out of the door.
You don't see Spencer again until you've got on the plane with the team, his and Garcia's bickering making you giggle.
It's on the last night, when you all had just finished the case and were planning on leaving the next morning, that you got the call.
It's three o'clock in the morning and you groan as you roll over, reaching for your phone on the nightstand and missing it the first few times.
You finally grab it and realize that it's Spencer that's calling, making you panic. He wouldn't call if it wasn't an emergency right?
"Hello? Spence? What's going on?", your frantic but sleep laced voice carries through the phone.
"Y-Y/N,", Spencer stutters out, "you answered." He sounds almost relieved, which confuses you.
"Yeah of course I did, but what happened? Why are you calling?"
You calm down a bit, guessing that it's nothing life threatening.
"I just uh, wanted to call you.", Spencer says and you find yourself almost getting mad. It's three in the fucking morning. But then when you actually take a second, you hear his quick breathing.
"Spencer,", you say, your voice more stern this time "what are you doing?"
He doesn't even try to lie, knowing it'll just get him into more trouble. "M'sorry, it's just- I tried to go to sleep, but I couldn't cause I've been so hard all day. Please, please help me."
You're silent for a moment, making Spencer worry that he may have went too far.
"Y-"
"Oh Spencer,", you cut him off, your tone sinister and mocking. "you poor thing."
His breath hitches, and you know he's probably teasing himself, mimicking what you would do if you were there.
"Couldn't even wait till I got home, such a desperate little whore."
"Fuck." The profanity falls from Spencer's lips as a breathy moan, and you can picture him dropping his head back and arching his back.
"I leave for a few days and you just forget your rules, huh?" You ask, your own hand starting to travel down your body.
"Answer me."
"No, no. I'm sorry I swear, won't do it again."
"Oh I'll make sure of that baby. Wanna know how?", you ask, reaching under the big shirt you slept in, fingers dipping under the waistband of your underwear.
"H-how?"
"Well when I get home, once I've taken a nice shower and relaxed myself,", you start, your fingers slowly rubbing your clit. Spencer is completely silent aside from his shallow breaths, clinging on to your every word. "I'll have you strip for me. Then, I'm going to use that nice new silk rope you bought me and tie you to the headboard."
A small whimper carries through the phone and you smile, "You still with me?"
"Yes, keep going please." His voice is just above a whisper and it causes you to pick up the pace with your fingers.
You have to bite your lip to contain your moans, your resolve slowly crumbling with each circle of your clit.
“Put me on speaker baby, you’re gonna need both of your hands.”
Celebrating Valentine's Day with Harry is always fun.
For the first two years of your relationship, the two of you felt somewhat pressured to make the day as perfect as possible, leading to some funny- but awkward, situations.
But here you are now, a year into your marriage and everything just feels right. There's no awkwardness, no anxiety about whether or not the other will like the gift you bought, just no worries whatsoever.
You and Harry have plans for dinner later, but other than that today's simply a day to relax and enjoy each others company.
He brought you breakfast in bed, insisting that he feed you the sliced strawberries even though you're perfectly capable of doing it on your own.
It was when you were wrapping your hair so that it would be ready for dinner, that you first saw it.
You thought you were going crazy. Seeing things maybe.
The bright red that poked out of the waistband of Harry's pants when he bent down to grab the remote from the coffee table , or reached to get something from the very top shelf in the kitchen.
It wasn't until you grabbed his hips to "squeeze by" him, letting your hands slightly creep under his shirt, that you felt the lacey material, making your eyes widen as you try to hide your reaction.
For the rest of the day you made sure to ask Harry to do things that required him to bend or stretch, just wanting another peek at what he was wearing under his pants.
You thought he'd catch on eventually and realize that you knew about his dirty little secret, but he never said a word. Just flashed that bright smile and gave you a kiss on the cheek.
"Harry love, can you come here real quick?", you call for Harry from your spot on the couch, tired of letting your nasty thoughts run rampant when you could just have the real thing.
"Yeah babe?", he asks as he comes to stand in between your spread legs.
Placing your hands on his waist, you lightly tug him down, allowing him to take a seat in your lap.
You wordlessly let your hands travel below the waistline of his pants, Harry's eyes tracking your every movement.
"What's this, hm?" You ask him, one finger pulling the band of the lace before letting it snap back on his skin.
"Your present.", he says cheekily, lustful eyes meeting your own.
"My present?", you ask and he nods. "So should I unwrap it now or later?"
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"Fuck baby, just like that."
Moans echo around the bedroom, your head tossed back onto a pillow while you struggle to keep your legs open, not wanting to crush Harry's head between your thighs.
You tug at his hair, trying to pull him impossibly closer and Harry moans at the feeling.
You've stripped completely and Harry's shirt and pants are long gone, leaving him in only his lingerie.
Harry feels like he's in heaven. His face is buried in your sweet pussy, he hasn't even thought of coming up for air yet. You catch the way his hips dig into the duvet, the lace of his panties giving him the delicious friction he craves.
He's moaning into you, letting you fuck his face.
"That's it, make me cum."
And that he does. Harry’s mouth is relentless, never leaving your clit even after your first orgasm. You gently push his head away, but he doesn’t budge.
“Wan’ more.”, he mumbles against you, those pretty green eyes flicking up to yours. “Let me have more, please.”
There’s no way you could possibly say no to a request like that, a wordless nod giving Harry the green light.
“You’re so good f’me,”, you moan out, back arching and hips bucking further into Harry’s mouth,“Mommy’s greedy girl, hm?”
“Yes- fuck yes.”, Harry whimpers against your pussy, the vibrations causing you to cry out.
“Yeah?”, you taunt with a breathy laugh. “Is mommy’s girl gonna cum in those pretty panties of hers?”
A whiny “Mhm.”, is all Harry can manage before he’s moaning consistently against you, hips bucking wildly into the bed.
His head rests against your thigh as he recovers, eyes fluttering shut.
“Feel good baby?”, you ask and you get a tired confirmation from Harry.
You reach a hand down to stroke his messy hair, pushing it out of his face before grabbing a handful, tugging lightly to wake him up.
His widen eyes meet yours, lips falling in a slight pout.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
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“I can’t- Mommy please, I just came.”
Harry’s whimpering complaint falls on deaf ears as you palm him through his soiled underwear.
He’s half hard again and handcuffed to the headboard, preparing for you to ride him.
“I know honey, I know.”, you reassure him condescendingly. “You sensitive?”
Harry nods his head, biting his lip to contain the pathetic sounds wanting to spill out.
He lifts his hips as you pull off his last piece of clothing, stroking him a few times before straddling his legs.
You align yourself with his cock, sinking down slowly to adjust to his girth.
Your mouth is hung open in a silent moan, while Harry hisses through his teeth, tugging at his restraints.
“Fuck.”, he groans when you’re fully seated around him.
There’s a small break, your head rested against his chest as the both of you catch your breath. It’s short lived though, your hips raising and slamming back down against his.
Harry cries out at that, handcuffs rattling with every movement he makes.
You’re not much better, guttural moans being pulled from you with each thrust.
“Please please please, let me cum.”, Harry begs.
“Already?”, you ask, hands traveling up to his neck. “But I’ve only cum once, how’s it fair that you get to cum again?”, you pout, teasing him.
“I’m sorry- you just feel so good. I need it, please.”
“You need it? Hm?”, you say as your hips start a slow grind. Harry nods at your question, eyes low.
He watches as you lean forward to kiss up his neck, stopping right by his ear.
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being a fic writer can be hard because sometimes you’ll get a random scene in your head and be like “oh this is neat! can i get some context?” and the characters go “lol no, figure it out” and so you need to shake your own brain like it’s a piggy bank like come on, there’s gotta be some more quarters in here . . .
Reader can be GN but Toji does refer to them with male targeted pet names!
Warnings: Throatfucking(?), slight degradation and praise
It’s pretty short tbh
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"Cmon pretty boy, there ya go. Take all of it, mhm."
You hear the encouragement from above you as you struggle to fit all of Toji's cock in your mouth. Your jaw aches from how far you've stretched it, but the groans that fall from his lips make it worth it.
He has one large hand on top of your head, not quite pushing down but letting you know to not come back up.
"Oh you're doing so well for me. Suckin' me like a good whore. S'what you're here for ain't it? Nothing but a nice set of holes, ready for me whenever I need you."
You hear the strain in Toji's voice on some words, his grip in your locs tightening slightly when your throat closes around him. He's always been very vocal in bed, that dirty mouth of his being put to good use.
Toji's eyes roll in annoyance when you begin to choke, hands flailing about when you try to pull off and he keeps you there.
"Calm down,", he tells you somewhat sternly, "and breathe."
You follow his instructions, hands now perched on his knees as you collect yourself.
"Thought I had you trained better than this, no?"
He finally lets you off and you take advantage of the time, taking in quick breaths.
"You do, I just-"
Your breath is cut short once again when Toji's hand creeps around your neck.
"Shh, it's okay babyboy, just means I get to have some more fun teachin' you."
