#sub harry styles

**

After the love-making was done you kept Harry company in the kitchen while he had his tea- dunked cookies. He said he felt fine, but in your eyes, he'd gone a little off-beam after his orgasm, so you kept him close. Holding his hand over the tabletop and playing with his fingers. Something else in his mood was off though. He seemed… impatient. Nervous about something. What brought your mind back to what he might've been up to in your bathroom when you got home.

Whatever it was, you knew it was unlikely that he’d left evidence behind that would help you ferret out the truth… or at least that was your impression until you saw his eyes pop as you excused yourself from the table to go pee. Scratch that first thought. There was definitely something in there.

What was it? You asked yourself as you stared around the room. Nothing seemed out of place. There was nothing hiding behind the shower curtain... none of your bathroom trinkets were broken or missing...

Everything looked right as you had left it.

The only thing that stood out to you was a tiny foil edge from one of the Sephora samples you kept but never got to use. It was peeking out of one of the counter drawers. You were guessing Harry shouldn't have anything to do with that, but you still opened the drawer to fix it.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked inside. There had clearly been a stir up in there since the morning. You snorted. Had Harry been going through your face stuff? Was that it?

Chuckling at his silliness, you began to fix the jumble he’d left behind. Only you never got the chance to get far into your tidying, because your hands grasped something that made them go motionless. There was a silicone-textured thing stowed at the back. One that certainly didn't belong at the bottom your bathroom drawer. It was still lukewarm too…

Harry. That sneaky, dirty little shit…

**

It was cruelly amusing for you to watch Harry’s uneasiness for the next 2 hours, since you had taken it upon yourself to basically make it impossible for him to do what he so obviously wanted... which was to put your toy back in its proper place without you noticing.

When you asked what he wanted to do after dinner, he suggested watching a movie in the living room. Most likely hoping you'd fall asleep on the couch halfway into it, but you said you would prefer to do that in bed by using the half-assed excuse that it was much comfier for cuddling.

So the bed is where you ended up, although you hadn’t put any movie to run yet. And speaking of running, that was what you did when Harry asked if you could go microwave some popcorn. His face lit up once he saw you get up to leave the room. “You must really want that popcorn, huh?” You asked, unable to pass up the opportunity to mess with him a little.

“Huh?” He asked back, a little confused by the question.

“You look really excited about them.”

“Oh uh, yeah. I am. You know… my sweet tooth and all...” There was a smile on his face as you left the room, but it faded back into a moue once he realized you hadn’t waited by the microwave for the popcorn to be done like he was expecting you to. Instead, once he was sneaking back inside the bedroom from the bathroom, he was met with you already plopped over the mattress again.

You could hear his feet doing a quick one-eighty back to where he had come from. The microwave dinged then, and you didn’t miss a beat. “Since you're halfway there, you don’t mind going to get our popcorn do you?”

Even though you couldn’t see Harry's face, you could practically feel the frustration steaming from him as he replied. “Yeah fine. I’ll go get it.”

The following time he walked into the room with his adorable fretful face and a bowl of popcorn in his hands was the moment you became aware that you were physically incapable of carrying on containing your smirk for longer. Up until then you'd been concealing it with covert bites to your lip, but your facade was crumbling. The annoyed frown on his face was too cute to ignore. “Baby,” You called him, patting your lap. “Come here.”

He froze by the door. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just wanna talk to you.” Your reply did little to nothing to break the ice from his features. “Come come.”

He looked hesitant but still went, straddling your lap just like he had earlier. “I know you have been playing with my toys.” Even if you didn't know for sure, the way he buried his face in your neck and clung to your shirt would have given him away. And yet, despite the truth being self-evident, he still shook his head. “No? Are you sure? I feel like you have…” You pressured, running your hand through his hair. “You can tell me, you know that don’t you? I won’t get upset or think it’s weird…”

Harry’s voice was small when he asked, “You promise you won’t?”

“I promise.” You assured, before having a try at asking something to which you also already knew the answer to. “So which one did you use?”

“I don’t know.” He responded, sniffling before offering a few more details. “It was like, a small orange one? It got warm when I turned it on…”

“Oh. That's a good one.” You praised, genuinely enthusiastic. “Did you use up the whole battery?”

“Uh… I don’t think so?!” He said, pulling his head off your shoulder to see you. “I- I barely got to start ‘cause you, you know…”

“I interrupted didn't I?” Your voice filled in when his trailed off. He nodded fickly. “I’m sorry lovie... If I had known what you were up to, I wouldn’t have bothered you. It must’ve felt so good over the tip, right?” You noticed his face turning red, before he hid it in your neckline again. “What is it baby? Did you use it somewhere else too?” He let out a groan. His nose pushing deeper into your neck. “You don’t wanna tell me?”

You felt his head shake firmly. “Can we put on the movie now, please?”

“Yeah, of course.” You let up, resolving that you would wait and approach the topic again later, whenever he was in a more relaxed headspace.

That was the right thing to do.

In theory.

In practice, it was proving to be much more difficult than it should be.

The mental image of Harry using your toy to get off was making your brain restless. You wanted to know how it looked like against the pinkness of his tip. You wanted to see him shake and moan from all the sweet vibrations. You wanted to see... but most of all you wanted to help.

You weren’t upset that he’d gone and explored a little by himself. It was only natural and healthy... but you also couldn’t help but want to be there next time he got off like that. You had to be there. Whether you would be using the toy on him or waiting for him to finish to call him a messy boy and clean off his mess with your tongue was just a minor detail.

You sighed. Someday, maybe.

After shaking the thought away from your head for the millionth time that night, you got up from bed to go grab a glass of water from the kitchen while you waited for Harry to come back from the shower he’d went for after the movie ended. As you walked by the bathroom, his voice startled you, coming from the door you werent expecting to be ajar. “Where are you off to?” He asked.

“Kitchen.” You replied as you stood and watched him.

“Hm.” He hummed, “Why did you stop here then, found something you'd like to eat better?” He had the audacity to ask when he saw you look him up and down as he dried himself. And well, then, your mind sorta went blank.

One second you were standing by the bathroom door watching him run a towel down his legs, the other you had him sat on the bathroom counter while your mouth sucked on his neck.

“I haven’t put it back.” You mumbled against his skin. “The toy. I saw it and… haven’t put it back. I was hoping you'd let me see or um… maybe I could use it on you? If you want.” Harry’s grip tightened around the roots of your hair. His yes was murmured as he craned his neck to the side for your lips. “Are you sure? You don’t have to say yes just because I asked…”

“I want,” He stuttered. “I want you using it on me. Have been thinking about it all night.”

Harry’s towel hit the floor, leaving him bare to your ravenous eyes and hands. You ran them all over him, before blindly reaching in your drawer to pull out your poorly concealed sex toy. You turned on its buttons with owner familiarity and applied the same concept to his body. Making use of your knowledge on his soft-spots to trace a path down the skin of his chest with the toy. One you knew would give him goosebumps...

“You’re nervous?” You asked lowly, noticing him wince once he felt the vibrations you were ruling dancing over his pelvic region.

He swallowed and nodded. “Just ‘cause we have never done this before.” He assured you, curling your fingers together with his. “Don’t stop, okay? I want it. Ah fuck-” Harry moaned once he felt the vibrations progress down his pelvis and reach the place he was most sensitive in. He squeezed your hand tightly. So tightly that you felt his nails dig sickle-shapes over your knuckles.

“Do you like it here, like this?” You asked, lightly coursing the vibrator throughout the sides of his length. You smiled once you noticed his body stiffening, in more ways than one. He moaned, and with a pleased hum you drove the vibrations up to his tip. “How about here?”

“Ngh! Yes!” He breathed into the space between you, with his eyes fixed on the place your toy was circling his pink glans. Its lumpy, vibrating edge now dampened by the watery fluid deriving from his pleasure.

It left behind a wet trail as you drove the toy down, pressing it right between his balls. It gave him a spasm and made him giggle, which made you laugh too. So he was ticklish there... you'd make sure to remember that next time he acted like a brat. The possibility of using a vibe to turn Harry into laughing, crying, bouncy mess would add a fun twist to your punishments for sure. But, for the time being, you were going to play nice and make him feel good. Hence why your hand guided the toy a little further back, to massage his perineum. “Do you like it here better?” His confirming answer was groaned into your ear. “Yeah? I bet you put it somewhere else too while you were playing by yourself though, didn’t you?”

Harry nodded frantically. “L-Lower.”

“Where’s lower, baby?” You played dumb, even though you knew exactly where he meant. You wanted to hear him say it, which he didn’t, but his body was telling you all you needed to know. He had leaned back against the mirror and pulled up the heels of his feet to rest over the counter’s edge. He’d done it unthinkingly, but for a reason. The reason being that he wanted his pretty, puckered hole to be showing. He was showing it to you… trying to lure you into going there.

“It would be easier if you used your words, pup.” Harry let out a fussy whimper at that, reaching to grab your hand and guiding it there himself just so he got the vibrations right where he needed them. “Oh... there! That's the spot isn't it?” You smiled mischievously, whilst gently moving the toy around his opening. “Did you put it in, earlier? Can't imagine a greedy little thing like you not taking things a bit further than this.”

“I tried but it was too tight. It hurt, so I stopped and... used my fingers. I was going to try again after, once I was a bit more open.”

“Was it your first time trying that?”

“Yeah.” He answered through a sharp inhale. “I don't know why but... the other day when you used your plug in front of me, I- I got curious. I wanted to know what it was like…” His breathing stuttered. “I’m sorry I went behind your back. It wasn't very nice... especially since it was your toy.”

“It's okay, you have nothing to apologize for. You can use my- well, our toys whenever you want.” Harry’s eyes pressed closed as he leaned over to kiss you. His lips were still flavored from the popcorn, sticky sweet and buttery. The taste matched his kisses perfectly. “Did it feel good, with your fingers?” He nodded, despite the blush in his cheeks. “Do you wanna try mine?”

“Yeah, I wanna.” He murmured. “Sex stuff always feels better when it's you doing it.”

“You better remember that next time you feel like playing without me.” You bantered as you passed the toy to his hand. “Don’t turn it off, keep making yourself feel good.” You said as you bent down between his legs to collect a bottle of lube from the cupboard. This one was still new, but it was best for toys than the silicone-based one you had on the bedside table. You poured a generous amount on your fingertips and gently spread it around Harry’s rose colored button until it was glistening with a syrupy glow.

“Feels good?” You asked while using your lube- coated fingertips to massage around. Trying to coax his muscle ring into relaxing.

“So, so good.. Please k-keep going.” Harry’s eyes looked glossy, like your fingers slowly pushing into his hole did. The fit was tight, but the extra lube you added helped smooth the thrusts of your hand. “I can’t believe you’re actually. Fuck- you’re really fingering my ass right now.”

“I am.” You smirked, “And one day I’m going to fuck it- fuck you, just like you do me. But I’m gonna have to stretch you out first. Ruin you a little.” Harry moaned at the filthy promise. His tight muscle throbbing around you fingers. “You’re going to love it, I know… and I’m going to be gentle. I’m going to be so slow and gentle with you that you won’t even realize you’ve been ruined. Not until you’re face down, ass up with a strap all the way inside you, anyway...”

“Fuck, Y/N… you’re killing me.” Harry whispered, arching his back against the mirror. Making it rattle loudly against the wall. “Please. Please, I want it now. I want you to fuck me now.”

“Not yet love. You're still too small for that. Can’t you feel how tight your hole is? I can barely move my fingers… you’re clutching so hard.”

“But it feels so good…‘m so close…” He muttered, getting a hold of the hard cock pressed up against his stomach and stroking it. The vibrator was still being pressed to the underside of it, one of the places where he was most sensitive.

“Stop.” You ordered. Harry obeyed with a deep groan, that melted into a loud whimper once you pursed your lips and spat over his erection. “Now touch it. Doesn’t it feel so much better with my spit all over it?”

Your spit added a wet shlick to every drag of his fist. “Yeah- your spit feels so good…” The hand he had stroking at the base squeezed tighter. “I’m gonna cum. Can I- Can I cum?”

“You wanna cum, pretty boy?” You teased, increasing the speed of your fingers just a little bit. “Wanna shoot that load all over your hand?”

“Yes! I- Ngh… I want it so bad! Please, please… let me cum. I wanna cum for you.”

“Go on, then. Cum like a good boy.” That he did. Hard. You couldn’t remember ever seeing his dick shoot spurts into the air like that. There was so much of it one would think he’d been deprived for months… when in reality it had just been a few hours since he’d last orgasmed…

You couldn’t keep from letting your amazement show. Even Harry seemed surprised with himself, “I-um…” He said sheepishly, once he’d calmed down enough to be able to talk. “I think I might need to take another shower…”

“Hm… that might be a bit of a waste…” Your lusty eyes met his for a moment before you leaned down and placed a kiss over his stomach. “Especially when I love to clean you up...” Your tongue lapped up his belly, wiping off a pearly ribbon. “Like this.”

“Can I lick you- after you’re done?” He asked as he watched you lick his cum away. “I wanna say thank you- with my tongue, the way you like.”

Your eyes shot up to stare into his. “Is that the only reason why? You wanna say thank you?”

“No, I just wanna…” He admitted, leaning back over his palms once your mouth moved down to his thighs. “I love your pussy so much. I want my mouth to be on it all the time.”

During the car drive to her parent’s house Y/N kept mulling over what Harry had said earlier…

So that was why he’d been avoiding family gatherings like the plague lately...?

Because he was scared her mom was going to judge him...?

That had never even crossed Y/N’s mind… probably because she already knew the drill when it came to her mom. Y/N’s mom was, well… a classic motor-mouth. Who liked to poke her nose into everyone’s business and then played the prude and pretended to be astounded by her juicy findings, just so she could have an excuse to ask more nosy questions.

So yeah, Y/N’s mom was a bit of a meddler… and even though her motives were more so curiosity than genuine judgment, it got annoying. Especially when she tried to poke into Harry and Y/N's sex life, after she started suspecting they weren’t doing things in the most conventional way…

Of course they’d originally never meant for any of their parents to figure anything out, and they hadn't… at least not entirely, and certainly not overnight - it wasn't as if they'd walked in to find Y/N with a whip in hand.

It was the small clues here and there, namely a few things they’d happened to have caught sight of that they were never supposed to see. Like ever.

And it also wasn’t like Y/N and Harry had a habit of leaving their kinky stuff laying around the house for everyone to see, but sometimes, because they were so used to certain objects, their brains sort of failed to remember those should look strange to other people’s eyes. Hell, most times they even forgot said objects were incriminating at all… until they noticed the bugged look in their visitor’s eyes and realized what they were staring at.

It was never something crazy like a fluorescent dildo. In fact, Y/N is pretty sure the worst experience she’s had was that one time her mom visited while her and Harry had a very, uh... interesting looking set of clothing hanging on the drying rack. Oh, or that time her dad found a lost collar under the couch and proceeded to ask if they’d gotten a pet dog.

Harry’s parents had caught onto some things too, but they knew better than to ask on them… unlike Y/N’s mom,

Who had once, after the drying rack incident, when they happened to pass by a sex shop window while shopping for sales together, turned to Y/N and said something like, “That hideous thing on the mannequin reminds me a lot of a rubbery rag I saw at your house…” Then she’d sighed, before adding in that slightly judging mother tone, “You know, sometimes I still wonder what my daughter could be doing wearing such frippery, but I think I'd rather not know.”

“Trust me, I don’t think you want to know either.” Y/N had replied, slightly annoyed. “Sides, what Harry and I do in our privacy is none of your business. I don't get why you're wasting your time thinking about that...”

“Oh, so you are admitting it is for sex…” The mother protested, rushing to keep up with Y/N's steadfast walk along the sidewalk. The slight stumble in her footsteps was almost comical in comparison to those of her daughter, who hadn’t had to swerve once, whereas she continually bumped into other walkers passing by.

“Of course it’s for sex, mom. What else would it be for?” Y/N murmured back, once the coast was clear of potential listeners.

“Well, I don't know. You tell me, you’re the one who wears it.”

“Christ mom, it's a corset! Don't need to make a scene about it... didn't you use to have a sheer babydoll? There. It's the same thing.” The girl argued, ending with a click of her tongue.

“It certainly isn't.” The mother grimaced, seeming rather nettled by the comparison. “A babydoll is elegant and modest... that thing you have is... depraved, to say the least.”

“Yeah, so?” Y/N questioned, just as miffed. “I like it and it makes me feel pretty - and good in my own skin, which is something you should be happy about.”

“So you're some kind of deviant, is that it? Like that Fifty Shadows movie. Is that what you're doing?”

“It's Fifty Shades, mom - not Shadows, and no that’s not what I’m doing because what happens in that movie is as far from a good depiction of healthy BDSM as it can get.”

“So you are doing it!” Upon her mother’s accusation Y/N simply shrugged, looking completely unconcerned as she resumed her walk. “Do you have any idea of how dangerous that kind of thing is?!” The woman hissed lowly, dashing after her daughter. “What if Harry flips one day and decides to leave you tied to the bed? Who's going to find you, then? Ever think of that? Of course you don’t. You never think about the consequences of anything.”

“You and your crazy speculations…” The girl sighed, halted, and looked back to face her mom. “When have I ever said I was the one getting tied up in the first place?”

“You didn’t, but you’re certainly not… you couldn’t possibly…” Her words came out stammered, as she scrambled to make sense of what exactly Y/N was implying. “You’re not the one doing the tying, are you?”

In response, all Y/N did was raise her brows once and smirk slightly, before focusing her attention on the other side of the road. “Look mom, Sephora’s doing clearance sales on skincare.” She nipped suddenly, changing the subject. “Should we go have a look?”

“Y/N, answer me.” The mom insisted, body growing dull and distressed.

“I've been dying to try their new cleansers... oh, and perhaps a new moisturizer would be good too...” She carried on rambling to herself, skipping onto the crosswalk just as the pedestrian traffic light turned green.

**

Casting frustration upon her mother had felt incredibly satisfying at the time, but Y/N will admit there were times she’s regretted having been so blatant…

Numerous of those being on Easter evening.

“Stop staring at Harry like that, I bet you’re making him self-conscious.” Y/N hissed at her mother, once they were the only ones left in the kitchen doing dishes after dinner. Harry had been helping them, but he was made to leave halfway by Y/N’s little cousin, who wouldn’t stop nagging him to go play "Guess who?" with him.

“I wasn’t staring.” The mom hissed back, while she arranged the dirty cutlery in the washing machine. “With that said, if he’s feeling self-conscious it’s because he knows he’s guilty of something.”

“Guilty of what, exactly?” Y/N questioned, taking a hand to her waist.

“I don’t know, probably the unspeakable things you two do together.” She said, bending over the machine to add some more dishes. “I hope you two don't get any ideas tonight, because your bed creaks and we have guests at home.”

“Oh my god, you’re insufferable!” Y/N yelped, before picking up a pan from the sink and starting to scrub it - angrily and without a care about the screwing up the nonstick.

“And it comes from a place of worriment.” The mother said, pulling the dish sponge out of Y/N’s hand and turning it over – because God forbid someone would scratch her expensive, fancy pan by cleaning it with the rough side of the sponge. “Maybe if you told me more about your life I would stop prying.”

Y/N sighed. “I got a promotion the other day…” She said, in an effort to deflect the topic.

“Really? That’s wonderful, darling...” She smiled proudly at her daughter. “What kind of promotion was it?”

“The kind that gives you more headaches than money.” The daughter said, placing the washed pan on the dish drainer. “It's been... draining, and stressful, and I'm not even sure I'll enjoy this position as much as I did the previous one.”

The mom peeked at her over lowered glasses, clearly taken-aback by her daughter's lack of enthusiasm. “So what are you doing now at the company?”

Y/N huffed, picking up another pot from the sink. “I went from managing recruitments to being in charge of the HR department.” She said, what prompted her mom to let out a cheerful hum. “Which, I mean… I don't want to sound ungrateful… it’s nice that they asked me, but… I know they only did it ‘cause they didn't want to hire someone new for the position. So, basically they gave me a dry promotion, and hoped the ego boost would be enough to hold me over.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Her mom said, petting her back in consolation. “I’d say you should test it out for a little longer to see if you like it… and if you do, perhaps you can look for another company that is willing to pay more for the same job…” She smiled reassuringly, bidding her daughter into returning the gesture. “How about Harry? Is he still working at that gaming shop?”

“Mhm, he is.” Y/N smiled at the mention of Harry… she hoped he was having an okay time playing with her cousin. If she could bet, she’d say he was currently playing the fool and letting the little guy win all the rounds of "Guess who?".

“It’s a shame he didn’t get to go to college… he’s a smart kid. He could’ve landed a good job at a company like you did if he wanted to…” Y/N's mom said, although she didn't sound faultfinding, just… reflective.

“He doesn’t need to.” Y/N said instantly. “He likes working there, and we make plenty enough for the two of us.”

“Yes, but one day it won't be just the two of you, will it?” She reminded, playfully nudging Y/N’s shoulder.

“Even so, it would be fine. But that's not something for now either… we have enough in our plate as is… don't need shitty diapers on top.” The girl laughed when her mother slapped her arm for cursing. “I have to say though… I’m surprised by how much you want me and Harry to start a family…”

“What? Why?” The woman asked, taken aback. “Oh,” She blurted once she noticed Y/N’s suggesting look, waving the dishcloth in her hand dismissively. “I’ve always liked Harry... and I love you. I can tell the two of you are happy with each other, and that’s all a mom could really care about...” She paused, “And he helps with the house chores – I care about that too.”

**

By the time Y/N left the kitchen and reentered the living room, Harry and her cousin were no longer playing - the kid had flaked out on the couch and was now drooling onto one of her mom’s cushions. Beside him sat Harry, who was leaning against the arm of the couch, with his arms crossed over his chest. By the looks of it, he too wasn't far from catching some z's.

His heavy eyelids opened from startlement when he felt someone sit next to him, but once he realized it was Y/N he smiled contentedly, shifting on his bum just so his body was leaning against her shoulder instead. “Feelin’ okay?” Y/N asked, lovingly fixing a strand of hair behind his ear.

“Yeah, ‘m okay.” He straightened up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Just getting sleepy, I think.”

“Wanna go to bed?”

He nodded, before saying, “But I don’t mind waiting if you want to stay and chat with your family longer…”

“No, it’s all right. We can do that tomorrow, I’m a bit tired from the drive too and uh, miss you. Want to cuddle you.” Y/N said earnestly, getting up with a small huff and extending out a hand to help Harry get on his feet as well. Only, he was such a wobbly sleepy mess that she ended up having to drag him by the hand into her childhood bedroom, where the two of them spent the night.

**

“Babyy…” Y/N cooed lowly, “Baby, baby, baby…” She rehashed, laying soft kisses over Harry’s cheek in between words. It was now the next morning - 10am to be precise - and Harry was still blissfully asleep, unphased by the commotion happening outside the bedroom walls, with everyone talking loudly in the kitchen while having breakfast.

Or so Y/N thought, until he spoke against his pillow. “If you keep giving me kisses ‘m never going to want to get up,”

Y/N chuckled, playfully nipping his ear before letting go. “So you’ve been awake and ignoring me this entire time, have you?”

“Mhm…” Harry still mumbled sleepily against his pillowcase, before twisting on the bed to face his girlfriend. “Good mornin’,” He said, tipping his head forwards to get a kiss from her.

“Good morning,” Y/N murmured against his mouth, still kissing it.

“Wait,” Harry mewled once she tried to pull away, unwilling to let go so soon. “I haven’t finished saying ‘Good morning’ yet…” He said, as his lips tentatively began to move down her neck, towards her cleavage. He tried to draw her shirt down by the neckline, just so his mouth could reach her nipples.

“No puppy, you’re going to turn yourself on…” Y/N scolded, while gently tugging the fabric back up. “We can’t do naughty stuff here. This bed is way too noisy… and so are you, you’re a noisy little thing.”

“I can be quiet…” Harry promised, making pretty eyes at her.

“Or… you can be patient and wait until we’re back home.” She retorted, as her finger reached up to tick his nose playfully. Harry’s hand grasped around her wrist before it could pull away, and gently he guided her fingers towards his mouth. He kissed them all over, before finally taking them inside.

Arousal ran down Y/N’s body at the filthy sight… and the feeling of warm, wet suction confining her skin. It moved up and down. Over and over, until Harry’s lips pulled off and he hesitantly guided her hand to rest over his belly instead.

Then, slowly, he steered it the rest of the way down… until it reached his erection. They both gasped at her contact, “It’s for you...” Harry mumbled, knowing how much it turned his girlfriend on when he got vocal about her owning him.

Y/N shouldn’t let this get to her… in her head she had already decided she was going to make him wait… because this was a bad idea! It was wanton for them to be doing it at her parents' house. They hadn't even locked the door… what if someone accidentally opened it by mistake? Also, the walls in this house were thin… and Harry always got loud - especially when he said he wouldn’t. Not to mention that by doing this, Y/N was only giving her mother reasons for warning her not to have any ideas... So why was her hand rubbing-down?

“This hard just for me?” She whisper-asked, Harry nodded. “Are you going to be good if I take care of it? Do everything I say and stay nice and quiet?”

“Anything- fuck, anything you want.”

“That’s a good boy. A good, pretty boy.” Y/N pulled her hand from between his legs, making use of it to clutch his jaw instead. “Take your pants off and get down on the carpet for me, yeah?”

“Mhm,” Harry nodded, unable to say much with her hand still squeezing his cheeks. She leaned over to kiss him, soft and slow before she pulled away with a final peck and got off the bed.

The pajama pants she was wearing got tugged down her legs, along with her underwear. Harry did the same, getting up to undress himself before he sat on the floor beside the bed, like she’d told him to.

“Lay down, baby.” Y/N instructed, waiting for Harry to get comfortable before she crouched over him, straddling his face. “Lick it,” She requested, “Get it nice and wet for your greedy cock.”

Harry whimpered cravingly in response, tilting his chin up and licking upwards to smear the wetness forming on her hole over to her clit. “Mmm” He moaned once he felt her hips beginning to rock against his nose, but luckily his moan came out muffled. His lips latched around her clit, sucking it repeatedly until her legs began to shudder around his head from the stimulation.

Harry was hungry for it, she could tell by the way he was lapping at her folds like she was pouring sugar on his tongue.

His hands were clasped onto her ass, pulling her cheeks slightly apart just so her pussy was spread too.

Y/N would spend hours riding Harry's face if she could, but she wanted to take care of him too... and they also needed to hurry the fuck up before people started getting suspicious of their absence. “That’s enough, puppy.” She stated, propping her knees on the floor just so she could scoot back. “You were very good,” She praised, sorting a few sticky hairs away from his face. “But I want to put you in now, is that okay?”

“Yes, yes… please fuck me.” Harry pleaded, although his words got cut off by Y/N - who rushed to cover his mouth with her hand.

“Quiet.” She whispered as she adjusted herself over his lap, using one hand to guide his erection inside while the other remained curled over his mouth to keep him silent. “This dick is such a hassle… always getting hard, always feeling needy.” She huffed, as she slowly sank on it. “I would put it in a cage if I didn’t think I’d miss it so much…”

“Mmmm.” Harry moaned, his voice muffled by her hand.

The seldom noises inside the bedroom were lewd as she rode him, sounding hushed and wet from how slippery Y/N was between her legs. “You know, I think I might like you better this way… Still. Quiet. No whimpers, no pleas… just taking me like a good boy.”

He moaned louder at her words, shaking his head frantically. “Shh… too loud, puppy. Are you trying to get people to hear us?” His cheeks blushed, eyes glinting from arousal. “Shit… you actually like that idea, don’t you? Do you want them to hear you...? Want them to know how much of a desperate little sub you are for me…?”

Harry nodded once again, unable to stop his hips from bucking up with the excitement, “Yes, you do…” Y/N teased softly, removing her hand from his mouth for moment, “Say it out loud. Right now.”

He had on long black boots, a red mini skirt that had white fluff around the end and a black bow around the top, a matching red halter top, complete with a cute Santa hat.

Although he was smiling, Harry fiddled with his fingers nervously. "So, you like?" He asked while doing a little spin.

Standing up, you walk to him, grabbing the exposed piece of his waist. "Baby, I love it." Now that you're close to his face you can see that he's put on a bit of mascara, and sparkly lip gloss.

"I would've been more patient if I knew you were in there getting all dolled up for me. You look amazing, pretty girl."

His cheeks turn a light shade of red at the pet name, his pupils dilating as well.

"Figured that's what you'd be into tonight.", you say as you wink, hands leaving his waist, coming down to grip his ass through the skirt.

He lets out a small whimper, grinding his hips to yours.

"Patience, lovie we'll get to that. But first... how would you feel if I took a few pictures?"

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Using your Polaroid, you took pictures of Harry in his slutty Santa outfit. You'd had him take off the boots after a few pics, knowing how uncomfortable they could be. He was a bit shy at first, but he eventually grew confident, posing for the camera.

"Ooo this looks good baby, bite your lip one more time for me.", you instructed Harry through it.

For the last pose, Harry rested on his spread knees on the bed, his hands pushing the front of his skirt down to cover his hard-on that never seemed to go down due to your constant praise. He leaned forward, biting his lip and he gazed seductively into the camera just as you took the picture.

Laughing immediately afterwards, Harry fell back, getting comfortable on the bed and looking cuter than ever.

You impatiently wait for the last picture to come from the top of the camera, not even bothering to let it develop because you already knew they were perfect.

When you turn to Harry he has that grin on his face that you love so much, and you walk over to him.

"Whatcha smiling about, hm?", you ask playfully, not even letting him respond. "C'mere."

You connect your lips in a heated kiss, hands coming up to tangle in his hair but blocked by the hat. He giggles as you frustratedly rip the piece of headwear off and throw it somewhere behind you.

He starts grabbing at your clothes too, "Off, off." He mumbles against your lips.

Yanking him back by his hair you tsk, "Ah ah what'd I say about patience?" Harry pouts in response and you bring one of your hands down on his ass, hard.

"Enough. Now, you gonna continue to be a brat, or are you gonna be mommy's sweet girl?"

Eyes fluttering, Harry practically whimpers, "G-gonna be your sweet girl, mommy, I promise."