summary: harry’s pretty when he cries.
warnings: coarse language, pain kink, edging, overstimulation, humiliation kink
pairing: harry styles x fem!reader
“Kneel. Unless you don’t know how to do that either?”
Harry quickly realized he was sitting back against his calves, wincing from the soreness he could already feel in his knees as he moved up, kneeling properly. His cheeks were nearly red at that point, his eyes casted downwards. His cock was painfully hard, a bead of precum leaking from his tip and slowly dripping down the length of his cock. His hands were behind his back neatly, wrists crossed over each other. His front teeth were digging into his lower lip repeatedly, he was surprised he hadn’t cut it yet.
Y/N reached out and grasped his jaw softly, tilting his head up so he was now looking at her. She dug her fingers into his cheeks a little, squishing them together, rubbing her thumb against his pink skin gently. Harry was about to lean into her hand until she suddenly pulled back, giving him a harsh slap on the cheek. He groaned quietly, moving to look back down, only for her to grab his face once more, only roughly this time.
“Did that hurt, hm? Want more?” She asked mockingly but it only strengthened the fire burning inside of Harry.
Before he could even reply, she gave him yet another slap, and it felt harder that time, his cheek stinging and the pink color becoming more of a reddish tone.
Despite her tough tone and rough touch, Harry was loving all of it. He drank in all of the words she was saying, somehow feeling arousal brewing inside of him as she degraded him. Her painful touch only added to it. The feeling of her slapping his face or her tugging at his hair, despite him wincing, was pleasurable. He would moan softly and she would call him a whore for it.
“Look at you, you’re already a mess.” Y/N chuckled softly, both because of the fact that Harry already looked ruined and she had barely done anything, and also because his cock had been leaking steadily the entire time, some of the precum stuck to his lower stomach.
“What do you do when there’s a mess?”
“Clean it up.” Harry murmured softly and she hummed, crouching down so she was at eye-level with him. She ran a finger up his cock, collecting some of the precum that had drooled down it, bringing her finger up to Harry’s lips after. He didn’t even hesitate to part his lips, letting her push her finger into his mouth, sucking softly and using his tongue to lick. Her eyes bore into his as she watched him suck on her finger, groaning softly as she saw his tongue swirling around her digit filthily.
She eventually pulled her finger out of his mouth, paying her attention back to his aching cock. She rubbed his tip gently with her wet finger and Harry gasped quietly, his body tensing up a bit.
“What do you wanna do about this, hm?” She asked, looking back up at his face.
“Anything you want.” He breathed and her lips tugged up at the corners.
He started nodding jerkily, “Yes, yes, anything. Please.”
“Anything.” She chuckled softly under her breath, using the palm of her hand to start rubbing at his sensitive tip firmly, causing him to gasp and lurch forward a little, nearly knocking into Y/N. She made a soft ‘tsk’ sound and Harry took that as a sign not to move, trying his best to stay as still as he could, his thighs starting to burn and tremble a little as he stayed in place. His hands stayed behind his back, wrists crossed over one another, and his lips were pressed together tightly, letting out nothing but heavy exhales throughout his nose.
“See? You do know how to do things.” She looked back at his face, examining the pure concentration he had. “And if you do know how to do things, how come you were acting so stupidly earlier? Couldn’t do anything except think with this stupid cock of yours.” She scoffed, pressing her thumb into his slit harshly, causing him to break a little and let out a shaky gasp, shifting a little.
“I-I don’t know.” He rushed out, whining quietly in the back of his throat when she stopped the stimulation on his tip, and instead wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and kept it there, squeezing softly. “I just wanted you. Didn’t know what I was thinking.” He said, voice wavering a little.
“That’s right. You didn’t know what you were thinking. Do you realize how many people probably watched you act like a dumb whore, practically begging to get fucked in front of them. Bet you would’ve even let them fuck you too, huh? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yeah, yeah, fuck, just,” He whimpered, “Please, please, please.”
She sighed, as if she was disinterested, but started stroking him anyway. He let out a soft moan of relief, head falling back a little, and his stomach tensing a little from the feeling of her hand squeezing him ever so often as she stroked him.
“Pl-ease, please let me come, please.”
Harry’s voice was broken from all the begging and pleading and tears had started to leak from his eyes a long time ago. His cheeks were wet and flushed, his throat starting to burn from the soft sobs he was letting out. It hurt, it hurt whenever Y/N took her hand away right when he was on the brink of an orgasm, only allowed to throb afterwards and take it. He didn’t know how long she had been doing this—it felt like it had been hours since they first started but, fuck, it could’ve well have been only a few minutes but time was messed up in Harry’s mind now.
“How many times is that now?” Y/N ignored his begs, grasping his jaw softly and forcing him to look at her.
“I don’t- I don’t know, just, please.”
“Oh, fuck, stop, stop, please.” Harry said shakily, trying his hardest to keep his hands behind his back instead of using them to push Y/N’s hands away. Except, he wasn’t really sure if he wanted her to stop or not. He didn’t know if he wanted to keep fucking into her messy, wet hand or if he wanted to pull his hips back and away from it. His mind was beyond messed up now, and it felt like it had melted into mush and was spilling out of his ears.
“Shut up.” She said and it sounded like it was through gritted teeth, continuing to stroke him quickly, trying to get him to another orgasm. “What’s your safeword?” She then asked, her voice a little calmer this time.
“Red.” He replied quietly, “Stop, please.” He sobbed out.
“I thought this was what you wanted, hm? To come?” She slowed down her strokes, but instead used her palm again to start rubbing his overly sensitive tip, causing big fat tears to roll down Harry’s flushed cheeks. “It didn’t seem like you wanted me to stop earlier, you were begging for me to let you come. Gagging for it.”
“God, my knees are dying.”
Y/N chuckled softly, holding her hands out for Harry to hold on to as he got up. He groaned quietly as he held onto her hands tightly, hearing his joints pop as he stood up on his two feet. He sat down on the bed next to them immediately, letting out a soft sigh as he let himself fall back against it, humming softly as it enveloped him.
“I’ll run a bath, yeah? We’ll get clean and relax.” She said softly, rubbing Harry’s sore thigh gently.
She laughed and bent down, giving him a soft kiss, causing him to smile.
a/n: here’s some filth because i like to spoil
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