#subharry

You didn’t remember Harry ever mentioning any Roses… and you took pride in your ability to memorize names, if that was indicative of anything...

You weren’t planning to go all psycho mode on him over something like this though…

So you ignored the pinch of jealousy and focused back on the pile of strawberries you had been chopping into quarters.

Harry had never given you any reasons to be jealous. He was always good and devoted… and clingy, which you loved. He would never jump an opportunity to curl up against you on the couch after dinner, cuddling up to your side and even nuzzling his nose against your shoulder anytime he wanted kisses... or back rubs, or something else. Whatever it was, you always made sure to give him it. Because yes, Harry was spoiled but so were you. And that day you were feeling extra spoiled by your boyfriend, since he had decided to surprise you by stopping on the supermarket on his way home from work to get strawberries and chocolate spread just because you’d told him that you were craving crepes the night before.

So yeah, Harry really did love you. You knew he did. But this girl on his phone… It was like she was mocking you. You would turn your gaze away and try to mind your business, but the buzzes kept on coming one after the other. You weren’t trying to be that girl, but frankly… 5 texts in a row?! What was there for her to talk to him so much about?

You weren't going to ask about it but as it turns out, as soon as your boyfriend stepped back into the kitchen, the dominating side of you decided it couldn't not poke its nose a little into the matter, so you opted to do it in the simpler, most innocent looking way. “You got a few messages while you were in the bathroom.” Petty, yes... but affective.

“Did I really?” Harry sighed, lazily reaching for his phone. “I hope it’s not Grayson asking to swipe shifts again...”

You noticed he didn't seem concerned in hiding his phone from you while he went through the unread messages, which was a good sign, of course... but you couldn't say you found a lot of amusement in the way he was smiling widely at the screen. Your eyes narrowed, although Harry was too busy typing away to notice it. “Is it Grayson?” you asked as you poured another ladle of creamy batter into the frying pan.

“No, it’s an old friend from high school.” You hummed at that, swirling your wrist so that the batter would spread evenly. He stopped talking for a little while typing his answer, and you continued to cook your crepes in the meantime. “She’s moved to the city a few weeks ago and remembered I lived in the area. So, she was asking if I’d like to show her around one of these days. Introduce her to the cool places and all that.”

Your eyes narrowed again, even deeper this time. “Oh, really?” You feigned surprise as you flipped a crepe onto the serving plate. “What’s her name?”

“Well… her name is Rose, but we used to just call her Ro ‘cause she didn’t much like her name. Thought it was too old lady-like... She must like it now I guess, since she has it on social media...” He told with his eyes still fixed on the screen.

God. He was completely oblivious to the uneasiness making your belly churn uncomfortably, wasn’t he?

It didn’t surprise you that much though.

You had a feeling Harry often pictured you as some sort of confident goddess who never doubted herself… which, to be fair, was true to an extent. You usually felt quite comfortable and happy in your skin and everything regarding your relationship… but of course, you also had your insecurities like everyone else does. And lately you had been struggling a little with… feeling sexy, so to say. Not because of Harry or your sex life... that was still great, but with telework and everything else going on, you couldn't even remember the last time you looked in the mirror and got to feel pretty... Instead, you always lounged around the house in sweats, messy hair and no make-up on. Which felt nice for a while, but lately was beginning to take a toll on your self-esteem… and was apparently starting to give you trust issues now, too.

“Can I see her picture?” You requested casually, secretly hoping her profile would show you that she was so obviously vanilla that it would be impossible that your boyfriend's needs and hers would ever align, which would in turn lower the likelihood that he would be interested (according to your logic anyway). That would give you some comfort if it turned out to be true.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t.

She was pretty… and had that dripping with eccentricity charm and bubbliness about her that most men are sweet on - with short, bleached hair, a round little nose, and pretty doe eyes. She looked like someone who could easily be into the kinky scene too… because of course she did. Just to leave you even more unsettled than you already were.

“So, I take it you’re planning to go meet her?” You guessed, turning off the hob and taking the dirty dishes to the sink as you walked around the kitchen to go back to cutting fruit again.

“Yeah, I was thinking maybe tomorrow would be a good day 'cause I finish work earlier. So I could give her a walking tour while it’s still bright outside, and then once the sun starts to set I’d take her to go see the bridge and the lake ‘cause the view is always prettier at that time.” His eyes lifted in search for you. “What do you think, does that sound fun?”

“It sounds really fun.” Your words were cut by the repetitive sound of the knife hitting the chopping board. “Are you coming home for dinner or are you two going to have dinner together?”

“Uh… I dunno yet. I think I’m coming home, but maybe it’s best I let you know tomorrow.” You hummed in acknowledgment of his words, your chest inflating with further grudgingness as you pictured your boyfriend out having dinner with someone else. Knowing Harry, he would probably take her somewhere intimate too... with alit table decorations and authentic Italian dishes. At least that's the kind of restaurant he usually chooses when he takes you out to dinner... or used to choose. That's more like it. Cause lately he hadn't been asking you out on much, and being honest, you usually didn’t mind it… until now. Now it was suddenly bothering you.

“Uhh... baby, what are you doing?” Harry hesitantly called you out of your transfixed state once he took notice of your unrelenting chopping. “I thought we were supposed to have strawberries in pieces. You've practically minced those...”

“Shit. Sorry.” You apologized, taken aback by your own self as you began to cull at the mess you’d made. “Um- here, I’ll just fish out the bigger pieces for you and I’ll have the smaller, mushy ones. I don’t mind.”

“No, it’s fine. Never mind the strawberries, it’s just- is everything alright?”

“Yeah, of course.” You forced a smile. “Why would it not be?”

“Dunno. You looked like you were pretty caught up in something.”

“No, I was just listening to you.”

“Hm…kay.” He settled, bringing you to smile briefly at him before diving back into what you had been doing – Trying to stay properly focused this time, but right as you picked up another handful of strawberries Harry’s fingers came tugging at the back of your sleeve to call your attention. “Kissy?”

A huffed laugh escaped through your nose at his request. “Don't know, pet. I’m kinda busy right now...” You wanted to make him wait, but the adorable mewl he let out as he nuzzled his chin against your shoulder made it impossible for you to deny him. You swiveled on your feet and pulled him by the waist until your bellies were flush together. “I love you a lot, did you know that?”

Harry’s cheeks blushed pinker than roses, the same they always did whenever you told him anything of sorts. “… Stop that, ‘s giving me butterflies.” He fussed shyly, despite the smile growing on his face. “I love you a lot too.”

***

You were bored.

It’s not that you didn’t have anything to entertain yourself with… there was your phone… the book you’d yet to finish reading on your nightstand… the article you’d been planning to write for your blog… the Netflix account… not to mention all the household chores that needed doing...

But you were still bored - because Harry wasn’t home... and he wasn’t going to be home for another couple more hours, since he’d called earlier on to let you know he was going for dinner with his “manic pixie dream girl” of a friend after all. And although any other day you’d perhaps appreciate the little extra alone time you’d been given, this time it made you let out an annoyed groan as soon as Harry had hung up the call.

You dropped the phone on the table and took an unenthusiastic bite of couscous salad to your mouth, straight from the serving bowl. It wasn't like Harry was going to be eating it anyhow. You could finish the entire bowl by yourself if you very well pleased… but you weren't hungry. You were just jealous... and looking forward to him coming back.

Which was scary, a bit. You'd never felt so dependent on anyone before... but Harry was different. He was your baby. Yes, yours. Yours and no one else's. And it was pissing you off that he was out there treating some other girl with nice things while you, his girlfriend, the one he should be showing devotion to, were left at home feeling gloomy, abandoned and neglected.

And they say Doms are supposed to be the mean, evil ones...

It wasn't like the two of you didn't have a life of your own. You had friends that weren't in common, you worked different jobs and even had a few different hobbies.

You liked reading and working on your creative journal, while Harry enjoyed doing origami. Lately he had also developed an interest in learning languages ​​from a certain fictional universe like the absolute geek that he became whenever he found a new sci-fi movie or series to obsess over.

Sometimes he also liked to combine his two hobbies together to send you “secret” coded messages hidden in paper animals. You still had to turn to Google to decode them most times, but you didn’t tell him that.

The memory of the last origami message he had sent you had you unconsciously clenching your legs together while you ate. It had been a naughty one, that had led to a good punishment. He had been such a brat that day... letting you spend 30 minutes searching everywhere for a specific pair of green lace panties that you were starting to believe had gotten swallowed by the washing machine. Seriously, you had been so baffled about the mysterious disappearance that you’d even asked Harry if he had seen them by any chance, even though you knew it was unlikely since you were usually the one in charge of the laundry task… he’d shrugged and said he had no idea at the time. Then, the next day while at work, he had sent a text to your phone asking that you’d check a drawer on your desk 'cause he had left you one of his origamis. A yellow dinosaur, with a message that translated to:

“Hi baby :) I lied about your panties. I know where they are 'cause I was the one who stole them from the basket yesterday. Made a big mess over them while you were busy having your meeting.

P.S: Better start thinking of a punishment for when I get home…

P.P.S: Check the washer again if you don't believe me.”

It could’ve flattered you, that your 3 year boyfriend still liked to jerk off to your underwear... had the reason why he had done it been righteous, and not purposefully disobedient. To be more specific, if he hadn’t deliberately done it as a result of you not letting him finish on your belly the other night, because you didn't want him to get those specific panties dirty, just so you didn’t have to scrub them clean and therefore, cause more pilling on the fabric.

But he loved to tease... and sometimes that included challenging your dominance by going against what you said just to see what you would do about it.

But you loved to tease even more, which is why you abandoned your meal after a couple more rushed forkfuls to go to put a mischievous idea into practice that involved 2 things you had ordered and had not yet used due to lack of opportunity. You were planning on taking them out of the bags over the weekend, but then realized that the spontaneity was only going to make things more exciting. Especially for Harry who had no idea that you had placed a random order from a naughty shop during the black friday sales at all.

***

“Baby?” Your boyfriend called from the lobby right as he peeked inside the living room and didn’t spot you all snuggled up on the couch under the microplush blanket, where he’d been expecting to find you.

“In here!” You answered from the en-suite bathroom, biting back a nervous smile as you applied some lipstick in front of the mirror – a cherry red shade. Harry’s favorite. “How was it? Did you have fun?” You pried when you heard his feet stepping into the bedroom wooden flooring.

“Meh. It was alright, I guess.” Harry answered unenthusiastically. You could hear him pacing around the bedroom, and judging from the familiar clacking, you figured he was putting the stuff from his pockets away. “Nothing too exciting.”

You hummed, using your finger to wipe the excess off your cupid’s bow. “Have you eaten properly?” You asked. It was something you always did whenever he got home late. Not that Harry had a habit of starving himself, but you liked to make sure his body's needs were taken care of, especially before starting anything sexual.

“Yeah, I did. We went to that sushi place with the big temaki rolls. I only ate two, but I’ve brought the leftovers home so if you wan-” He choked as his eyes laid on you. Mouth going agape with surprise. “...Are you going out?” He asked upon taking a better look at your figure. You had your bathrobe neatly tied around your waist, like you always did whenever you were getting dolled up to go somewhere. Your hair was done to practical perfection, and so was your heavy make-up.

“Yeah.” You lied, pressing your lips together to smear the color evenly.

Harry’s face scrunched beyond his control. “...to where?”

“Just for drinks, downtown.” You answered dismissively, fixing your hair in the bathroom mirror.

“Drinks?” There was a pause, where he just stood by the door looking at you finish collecting your make-up from the counter and placing it back into its respective section of the organizer. His face was washed in bewilderment, clearly finding it odd that you'd be going out at such hours in the evening, without previous notice and by yourself. “Who are you going with?”

“Some people from work.” You briefed as you passed him by the doorway and entered your bedroom. You sat on the edge of the bed, to pull on the above-the-knee faux leather boots you'd picked to go with your outfit. They had a considerable heel, but the sole was a platform. What made them very comfortable to wear on a daily basis.

As you’d predicted, Harry was hot on your heels… following you into the room like a sad puppy. “Why are you going? You’re always saying their night outs are boring and that all they ever do is talk about work…” You ignored his grumbling, carrying on zipping up your boots in silence. “Just so you know,” He hesitated once your eyes shot up. “You won't find parking near the bars. Downtown is always crowded on Wednesday nights.”

“That's okay. I was planning to call an Uber anyway...”

He plopped on the end of the bed. “Okay but there are way less Ubers going around at night. You'll probably have to wait out on the street for a long time to get a lift...” You carried on ignoring Harry's speculations as you got back on your feet and pretended to check your hair on the wardrobe’s full length mirror again. “I just don’t think it’s safe for you to be out by yourself this late. I think it’s quite stupid if I’m honest.” Stupid? Oh, he was going to regret that one. He probably thought he was being sly, but you could see right through him – He wasn’t pleased by this outcome. He had been counting on coming home and having all your attention to himself, and now that your plans weren’t lining up with his expectations, he was getting sulky...

… and bratty.

Little did he know your intentions were far from what he was thinking them to be, and that making him believe you were going somewhere without him was nothing more than the start of a game whose goal was to leave him on edge. “And I think you have a lot of nerve coming home sharing your dumb little opinions I haven’t asked for, puppy.” Your eyes trailed to him, knowing your scolding wasn’t going to stop him from letting out another quip. “What’s that face for, huh? Has the little time you spent unleashed today made you forget who's in charge around here?”

The gaze you were met with was nothing short of challenging. “You’re not as in charge as you think you are.” He shrugged defiantly. “It's not like you own me anyway, is it?”

… And that was when you decided you were done talking.

Without warning, you gripped a handful of his hair, jerking back to force him to stare up. His body shuddered from unexpectedness, while his eyes fixed on yours in complete surrender. “I don’t own you, you say?” You smirked. He gulped, and reflexively pushed his knees together once you jacked up your leg and ducked your boot-clad foot between his spread thighs. Slowly hiking it up the mattress towards his cock. “Spread those legs back apart. I won’t ask twice.” He did so obediently, whimpering softly once he felt the underside of your boot gently pressing right over the fly of his jeans.

“Y/N, I-” Whatever words he was about to speak next died on the tip of his tongue once he witnessed you pull your bathrobe open. Revealing the black bondage bodywear you’d kept hidden underneath it.

It had been quite pricey, but the quality was worth the money. You’d never been a fan of those cheap, rubbery, Halloween-like outfits that looked and felt like they might rip apart at any moment while you were putting them on... besides, those never hugged the body properly like they were ought to.

This one ( * ) on the other hand, felt like it had been designed with your measurements in mind. Its shape was adjustable, satiny, and delicately complemented by a built-in harness, its golden hooks, and a pair of matching strap garters for your thighs.

It was provocative.

Vixenish, without being too vulgar. And considering way Harry’s jaw dropped, and his thoughts began to blur altogether, you were guessing he liked it just as much as you did… perhaps more, even. “…When, I mean where- why are you wearing that?”

“You’re blabbering.” You sighed, stripping off your robe. “I bought it some time ago, but I was waiting for the right opportunity to wear it, where... it doesn't really matter, does it? And why? …Well, it’s your fault, really. Left me by myself for so long, puppy… I got bored and started to want to do bad things to you.”

You turned around to let him get a good view of the outfit’s back also. It was just as detailed and pretty… but showed a lot more skin in comparison to the front. With a strappy G-string that left practically nothing to the imagination, but still enlightened your curves like the good frame does to a work of art. “Looks so beautiful, Mistress.”

“Yeah? I bet you’re dying to get your hands on me, aren’t you pretty boy?” You climbed on his lap teasingly - Not quite sitting, just hovering. The lack of contact prompting Harry’s fingers to curl into tight fists to avoid falling into the temptation of touching you. You knew he wanted to reach out to cop a feel, but you had trained him better than that. You hadn’t given him permission yet. “Oh puppy,” You tsked mockingly, “Look at you… already gone all pokey inside your jeans… and from what? Having my boot pressing on your cock? …Or maybe it was the lingerie...? Either way… ‘s a tiny bit pathetic, wouldn't you agree?”

“Please...” He pleaded with supplicating, crystal-clear eyes. Daring to lean forward and press his face against your chest, nosing at the front coverage of your lingerie, but you immediately pushed him back with a chastising “Ah-Ah.” - “Please... can I touch? Pretty please? I promise I’ll be good and do anything you say… I promise.”

“Anything I say?” You pouted once he nodded, mimicking his expression. “That’s sweet and all but baby, isn’t that what you always do anyway?” Harry grumbled in protest at that, and his fussy behaviour only got worse once you effortlessly slid off his lap and began to walk towards the room’s chest of drawers. “Close your eyes and take your clothes off brat. I got something else for us to try.”

“W-What is it?”

“Hush. Be good and do like I said. And no peeking! or else I’ll tie you up and keep you blindfolded the whole night. I don’t think you want that, do you?” He shook his head earnestly at the question, rushing to undress. You chuckled when you saw him covering himself between the legs with his hands when he was done. Finding it comical that somehow, he still got shy whenever you made him undress all by himself. As if you hadn't already seen all there was to see countless times… even the pinkish, most undisclosed parts inside his body that had never seen daylight before he met you. “I’m gonna put it on you now, okay?”

“Wait.” Harry sputtered suddenly. “It’s not going to hurt, is it?”

You snorted at the question, shaking your head amusedly. “Dunno pet, maybe it will...” You lied, just to watch his face tense, but your tone soon changed to a more deliberate one, upon noticing his body kept shuddering at the slightest movements on your part. Despite knowing it was a natural reflex of feeling vulnerable and not knowing what was coming, you didn't like the idea of Harry being afraid of you… especially when you would never ever think to cross that line in a situation like this, where it could come off as startling and unpredictable for him. “Have I ever hurt you while your eyes were closed without a warning first?”

“No, I guess not…”

“Then what are you so scared of, silly pup?” You combed his hair back with your fingers as your lips met his forehead, kneeling just so you could fasten the gift you’d gotten for him around his neck and chest. Your face beamed once a stunned gasp left his mouth, realizing what you were putting on him – a leather harness. “It’s not too tight, is it?” You asked, tugging at it with your finger to make sure you’d left at least a two-finger gap in between the neckband and Harry’s skin.

“No, it’s alright.” He giggled, legs bouncing excitedly. “Can I open my eyes now?”

“Yeah. You can open your eyes.” You okayed, getting back on your feet and stepping to the side just so he could get up and check himself in the closest mirror. He did so in a jump, gasping happily once he saw the design didn’t facet the basic black he’d been expecting. Instead, his eyes were met with a lovely, rich shade of crimson red. Why red? Because you knew Harry. He liked the dark shades on you, but for his things he always tended to seek out the most unconventional colors and finishes. When it came to BDSM gear, he usually preferred the gender neutral leatherworks too – That was how you ended up picking a full chest garter: Collared, open breasted and with several 'O' rings designed for connecting attachments: One in the middle of the chest area, another centered with the ribcage, two others in the back, and one in the collar area, where you had chosen to attach your leash.

“It’s so pretty...” Harry marveled, making your heartbeat quicken in your chest, that insisted on swelling with fulfillment upon you spotting the pleased smile stretching across his gorgeous features. “Makes me feel so pretty...” He added once you went to hug him from behind, pulling his body tightly against yours.

You allowed your mind to immerse in gentleness for a moment. “You always look pretty, Harry.” But seeing him so bare and vulnerable… it only increased your appetite to ruin him. “But I won't lie... the harness, it’s making me wanna eat that ass so bad right now...” You whispered against his shoulder, motivating a barely noticeable whimper to slip from him. But you heard it – its delicate nature stirring that lustful fire that brought out your dominance even more.

Your hand kept a firm, tight grip on the leash as your tongue began to lap at the hind of his neck, giving rise to a succession of sharp inhales that carried on escaping him through parted lips. But you didn’t stop there. Your mouth carried on moving down his spine… his hips… his ass. Kissing, flat tongue licking, and even biting at the flesh, until you found yourself kneeled behind him.

Your mouth dove in without hesitation. Focusing on the perineal area first, your warm tongue swiping from his balls to his rim at a slow pace. “Always taste so good for me…” You said it to make him relax, but it wasn’t like you didn’t genuinely love the way Harry tasted… you did, and even craved it at random times quite often. That natural musky sweetness of his skin.

Pulling away, you spat over the slit quietly. Waiting for it to start dripping down his balls before your tongue came out to drag it back up again. “Don’t take your eyes off that mirror.” You growled, noticing him looking back at you through naturally-thick lashes. “I want you to see what I see... how desperate you look when my tongue’s buried in your ass… How big and leaky your cock gets. That’ll show you who you belong to… and I won’t stop until you admit that I own you.”

“Better start eating it like you mean it then, Mistress.” Harry bit back provokingly, words melting into a moan once you wrapped the leash around your fist in one lap and tugged harshly to force his head forwards, and his spine to arch.

Submissively, he shifted his legs further apart and bent over, clasping his hands around the mirror frame and pressing his blushed cheek against the cold, polished metal - that began to fog up immediately due to his panting breaths. “God, I fucking love you.” He mumbled, once he felt you spread his ass cheeks and begin to tongue faster and deeper at his skintight hole.

“Good, 'cause I really fucking love you too.”

**