Britt :)

She could hear needy little sounds through her screen; whimpering, for fuck’s sake, as his tatted hand wrapped around the base of his dick. He was pink and leaking from the top, a line of cum dripping down towards his knuckles. Y/N held her breath as he delivered the first stroke and at the same time whined lowly, “Fuck, fuck— baby, please. Please, miss you, miss fucking you— shit,” Another stroke and his hips thrusted into his fist, “Miss you on my cock, on my tongue, on my fingers. Please, angel, I’m so horny for you,” His voice was gravelly and rough, how it usually got when he was aroused. It made butterflies stir in Y/N’s tummy.

Just as things got really good and Y/N trailed her own fingers towards where she throbbed, the video ended. She groaned out loud, already feeling pent up. It was not fair that her boyfriend sent her these borderline pornographic videos all while being inaccessible on the other side of the world.

It’d been three weeks since he left, and they were the longest, driest three weeks of Y/N’s life. She was so used to being around him 24/7— waking up with him, cooking breakfast with him, shopping with him, even showering with him… she felt as if she was in the middle of a drought, the way she thirsted for even a drop of him. Just a moment with him.

Thus it was safe to say that the video he sent had her bent in ways she’d never been before for anyone in her life. Feeling quite desperate and needy herself, she geared up to send him a text back.

why are you so horny

spot a pretty girl in the audience?

12:40AM

Y/N knew the text was lowkey toxic. But she also knew that when Harry was really turned on, he got sweet and begged her nicely, so she was hoping to get some of that out of him. It didn’t happen that often, yet when it did, she always enjoyed it more than she anticipated. A smirk played at her lips as she watched the three texting bubbles appear and disappear four times in a row; it was clear to her that he was having trouble stringing a reply together.

no of course not baby

only have eyes for you

12:41AM

idk hun i think youve got someone else in mind

12:41AM

Y/N and Harry had been dating for quite some time now, and she knew he would never do anything like what she was insinuating, but it was fun to be a bit bratty and run her mouth from time-to-time. What was he going to do, fly to her country right that second and punish her? The physical distance between the two of them was what gave her the confidence to keep playing along with this bit.

Biting back a grin, she waited as the bubbles appeared and disappeared again. After a minute of this, she was worried he fell asleep or something, until her phone pinged with another video.

In this one, his legs were spread wider. He held the phone with his left hand weakly, the right one squeezing the base of his painfully hard cock before slowly stroking up towards the tip. He traced his thumb around the plump pink muscle as another drop of precum coated his knuckles. Again, in the back, he whimpered her name, bucking into his own hand, “S’only ever like this for you, lovey, I promise. Only ever want to fuck you— wanna fuck you forever. Never leave that perfect pussy. Shit— Please, baby, send me a photo, anything, need to see you—” He was cut off by the sloppy wet sound of his hand stroking himself, “Anything, please.”

Now that was something.

Y/N’s whole body was practically buzzing. She could feel herself getting more worked up as she replayed the video at least three times— each one appearing better than the last even though it was the exact same thing.

It was very rare for him to get like this; normally it was her who did all the begging and pleading. Watching and listening to him being so whiney for her always did her in. Deciding to be a tease, she purposefully left his video on seen. She wanted him to wait for her, get more desperate for her, because then she knew when he finally had her, it was going to be good. 

Y/N (regretfully, yet optimistically) put her phone on Do not Disturb and shut it off. After all, she had to be up earlier than usual tomorrow.

She had a bloody flight to catch.

-

London was unbearably hot during this time of the year.

Y/N’d seen people post about it on social media and on weather reports, blazing red on the telly warning people about the massive heatwave that was going to hit the city these couple of months; but it was so much worse than she expected. She was lucky she was dating an international popstar, though, because that meant she got access to the best of the best rooms and condos and suites whenever she stayed with him. The aircon at Harry’s house was fucked, sadly, so he had to stay at a nearby hotel which was close to the stadium. Y/N didn’t mind— as long as she was with him, that was all that mattered.

It was just after his last show when she arrived at Wembley to surprise her boyfriend. Y/N tried to keep the whole ordeal as hush hush as she could, and when he caught sight of her waiting by his dressing room after the show, he all but ran to tackle her in a sweaty hug. Seeing him after a long time was always very sweet— sometimes they got teary-eyed as they embraced, told each other how much they missed the other, kissed (heavily)— all over sometimes; Harry liked to start at her eyebrows, go down to her nose, her lips, her chin, peppering them everywhere until she pushed him away.

Now, actually, Y/N physically couldn’t push him away.

Well, it wasn’t like she really wanted to anyway— she may not show it with her tears and her incessant whining, but the truth was that this was exactly where she wanted to be. 

Exactly where she hoped to be when she sent Harry that mean, toxic text and then proceeded to ghost him.

Her wrists were bound to either side of the big bedframe. She was completely bare and at his mercy, nipples peaked and spit slicked from his constant sucking and licking at the sensitive buds. She could feel herself dripping down her thighs and staining the sheets below her. There were gnarly purple marks all over her tummy, thighs, and chest, all placed conveniently so she could hide them if needed.

After playing the perfect, doting boyfriend role in front of the world, he completely switched personas as soon as he had her alone for a moment. She could feel the tension in the air when he clicked the lock shut, told her to strip with a stern expression and set their leftover takeout down on a spare table, all about two hours ago.

 Y/N could taste tears on her tongue though she could do nothing to wipe them off. She’d already almost come three times on his tongue at this point and she was ready to sign her soul away to the devil just to feel the beginnings of a real, followed-through orgasm.

Harry was tucked between her legs, both of her knees adjacent to his ears as he blew a stream of air at her twitching pussy. His hands pulled her lips apart, making way for him to observe how her clit was engorged and throbbing for his attention. “If you weren’t such a brat when I needed you, this wouldn’t be happening,” He said, lowly. His eyes wandered up to her face where she jutted her bottom lip out and simultaneously bucked her hips towards his face. He delivered a sharp smack to her thigh to keep her in place.

“I–,” She began, but was cut-off as he traced featherlight circles on her clit with his tongue. All the sexy scruff that’d gathered on his jaw tickled her sensitive skin, “Fuck— Harry, I’m sorry, please. I was only teasing. I’ve been so good— haven’t even touched myself.” Her back arched off the bed as he wrapped his lips around the bud and suckled harshly once, twice, thrice before popping off, her body chasing him again, “I’m not sure that’s enough, pretty. I was really hurt.” He replaced his tongue with a lazy thumb, resuming the circular motions to keep her heading towards the false hope of an orgasm. 

Y/N tugged against the restraints as he spit on her pussy and mixed his saliva with her juices. She was going to beg him again as best as she could, before he suddenly pushed two fingers into her achy hole, at the same time still going strong with his thumb. Her body jerked when he curled his digits, jaw dropped open in a broken moan of his name. She had to force her hips to be still— fighting the instinct to grind them against his hand. Harry didn’t thrust his fingers; instead, massaged the tips of them against that sensitive, spongy spot inside her. If he didn’t stop now, she was worried she’d come really fast and he’d increase her punishment tenfold.

(Y/N says this having learnt from prior experience).

“I said I was sorry!” She cried, “Please, I’ll do anything. You can use me— use all of my holes, I don’t care, do whatever you want.” Harry continued his minstrations without hesitance. She could hear the nasty squelch every time he curled inside of her, each sound pushing her closer and closer. Her back came off the bed once more, “You make a tempting offer,” He stopped as he noticed her about to come. Y/N was basically sobbing now, wrists sore from his ties digging into her skin, and thighs shaking, “But I don’t think you’re coming at all tonight, baby.”

Harry gave her cunt a break and kissed the skin around her pussy tenderly. He gently set her legs down from where they wrapped around his shoulders and licked a path from her mound up to her marked sternum. Reaching her breasts, he wasted no time cupping one and dragging his tongue along the peaked nub. She struggled to keep her eyes open as he flicked it, drooling over her skin and then sucked on it, hard.

His other hand went up to her mouth, ring and middle fingers dipping inside for her to bite, “Now if I give you my cock, I’m afraid that’s just a nice little treat for you, hmm? Not really a punishment, is it?” Harry asked, parting from her tit. Strings of saliva connected him to her as he spread his spit over her chest, the sight of which was utterly filthy. 

Nodding as well as she could with his fingers in her mouth, Y/N shook her head ‘no’ and mumbled incoherently, “Mm-mm. I just want— just want to feel you,” her voice was muffled, barely audible, and Harry had to slightly pull his fingers back as he came up to face her.

“Sorry, what was that, darling?” He asked sweetly, still rubbing her nipple. Just as Y/N began talking, he stuffed his fingers in her mouth again, deep enough that she slightly gagged. Harry found all of this very amusing, apparently, because he popped a dimple and feigned confusion. He tsked, “Fucked dumb already?” In an act of tenderness, he wiped her tears from her flushed cheeks and neck.

Y/N tried to give him her best sad, desperate, hungry-for-dick look, and for a moment she thought maybe it was working when he placed two gentle kisses on each damp eyelid. He continued kissing down her cheeks, her jaw and then finally her forehead.

“My sweet girl’s all teary eyed,” He cooed, still fucking her mouth with his two fingers. Harry cocked his head condescendingly, “S’a shame they’re all going to waste,” A hand wrapped firmly around her throat, “Even more shameful that I’ll have to fuck my fist right in front if her instead of this perfect pussy to teach her a fucking lesson.”

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