#softdom!h

“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.