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cohnfusedarling · 9 months ago

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Patience Is A Virtue*

Summary: In which he finds a road between punishment and pleasure.

Trope: CEO!Harry

Warnings: usage of sex pills, edging, usage of toys, anal, mastubration.

WC:4.1k

A/n: Just a reminder that this is an old writing and I tried to edit as much as I could.

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Harry sat in his home office, his fingers tapping on the keyboard and body relaxed in sweatpants and a white cotton shirt rather than a suffocating but of course stylish suit. That is what he considers the perks of working from home.

Every two weeks he grants his entire company a vacation of two days, whether they work in the company building itself, the factory, or in shipments and delivery services, every single employee is awarded a break. Not even security guards work, instead the building gets activated with advanced security methods: a laser security system, sensors, and Pleasing robots designed specifically for protection.

He is supposed to be resting, but he is far too enthusiastic to do that. Harry understands the importance of breaks very well if he was overtiring himself, he wouldn’t be doing this right now.

He is preparing a report concerning the plug he experimented with Y/n earlier last month during their little role-play incident. It is by far one of the best products he ever invented and he smirks knowing she is the muse behind it.

Each time they had sex, she’d whine and pout when he pulls out, even when he comes inside her or tucks himself in all night, she’d wake up irritated because he slipped out due to her wetness and his cum as lubricants.

That boosted his ego, it really did. He thought of Y/n as his amazing girl who was obsessed with his cock just as much as he is in love with her sweet cunt. And well, for her he’d do anything.

He is almost done with the report, he only needs to send it to the lab and then plan a meeting with the board for advertising purposes. He glances at the clock which indicates it’s half past two.

He moves around the room, stretching his muscles to release the knots from the uncomfortable seating then heads to see where Y/n is. She’s been quiet this whole time. Too quiet.

His feet guide him to the kitchen where an empty cereal bowl lays unwashed. Odd, he thinks. She hates messy areas.

She can’t be working out since they have a gym routine together that most of the time ends with sweaty sex. Perhaps she was doing some yoga, and God he worships the body it gave her.

He makes his way up the stairs, to their shared bedroom and finds the door half open with low unusual sounds sounding from inside.

He peaks his head in slowly and supports his hand on the wall to find Y/n laid back against the sheets, one hand holding a Pleasing vibrator to her cunt and the other roaming between her breasts, as she touches her body reaching her clit.

He is already hardening inside his pants, his cock straining against the fabric of his sweatpants, it’s like her arousal and need for pleasure calls for his.

He loves that she enjoys discovering her body and experiencing the bliss of orgasms, her soft skin shuddering when she cums and her puffy cunt spasming around nothing.

Harry backs away from the door feeling himself go through many emotions, he loves the way she pleasures herself; he can’t be upset about that yet he aches to be the one to provide it.

At least he’d want to be there while she does it, guide her through it, and tease her. Perhaps she assumed he was too indulged in that report and he really was, but his mind is always with her.

He cooks up something inside his head, not a punishment but both a patience and pleasure test.

He slowly goes down the stairs, into his office, and closes the door behind him.

Y/n stared at the messy kitchen that was left after their breakfast, Harry had locked up in his office since the morning but she couldn’t complain. He said it would take a few hours only then he’d spend the entire day with her doing whatever her heart desires.

The kisses he left on her collarbone still linger as her necklace (his initials) grazes against her bare neck.

“When did I ever lie to you? I promise it’s only a couple of hours, do what you like, and when I’m done whatever your heart desires will happen.” Harry mumbled quickly leaning in to leave wet kisses starting from the curve of her breasts, softly pecking her nipple as he moved up to her collarbone, groaning at the sight of his initial.

“I know but I’ll just miss you.” She swiped her fingers through his curls, feeling her heart shudder from his kisses.

“If it gets too much, come to me and sit in my lap, I’m never busy for you.”

He is everything she could ever ask for.

After he left, she did some yoga and listened to songs but soon enough she found herself needing him in other ways.

She rarely resorted to her fingers and vibrator but desperate times call for desperate measures, if she teased her fiancée now, he’d fuck her all day long till they pass out and wake up tomorrow with a sex hangover.

She returned to her bed where the sheets were still messy and tangled, and fetched her vibrator from the secret room attached to the bedroom that’s designed for extreme pleasure. But that’s for other times.

She managed to get two mind-blowing orgasms, the aftermath was weird though. She felt more achy than before, it’s like her cunt knew nothing will suit it except her fiancée’s cock.

She clenched her thighs together and realized that a third orgasm would be pointless unless given to her by Harry. She put everything back in place and distracted her mind with cleaning up and an episode of a documentary. He must be done by now.

She decided to wait for him as she could feel herself experiencing symptoms of sex deprivation or should she call it withdrawals from not having his cock?

Harry shut down his laptop with an audible sigh, the excitement of playing with Y/n added to that of the initial one revolving around finishing the report.

He can hear the faint sound of the TV as he steps inside their living room, Y/n’s head is pushed back against the cushions, and her legs are across the table.

“So what are you up to?” He stood behind her and began massaging her shoulders, making her choke on popcorn.

“Just a random documentary.” She managed to mutter trying to ignore the way his hands felt against her skin.

“Really? I’m not sure that’s what you were doing a while ago, using the very same product I designed to get off.” He whispered in her ear as his hands shifted to her neck, slowly rubbing at her skin.

Her breath got caught in her throat—he saw her? Not that she was trying to hide it, but she wasn’t sure how he’d feel about it.

“I asked you something dove.” He pressed at her neck tilting her head backwards as she met up with his face.

“Hmm, you were busy, if I told you, you wouldn’t have finished that report.”

“Fair point, but here’s what love, I cooked up something for us.” He trailed his finger down to her chest, removing the straps of her top before touching her bare breasts.

“Not a punishment, can’t say I’m a fan of these.” Her skin was covered in goosebumps as he pressed his lips to her temple.

“It’s a game of patience and pleasure, you couldn’t handle waiting for me, but you’re still wet, I can smell it. So let’s add intolerance?” His finger was circling her perky nipples, giving them a slow pinch and a tender massage.

Harry is big on pleasure and testing out each other’s limits, he loves exploring his sexual life, but the plot twist is that she does too. Like a match made in hell.

“Did you eat after breakfast?” He asked caressing her cheek.

“Hmm I did, had a bowl of fruits.”

“Atta girl, I’m going to get something that we’ve done before but in a different way, if you don’t want to tell me immediately.” She nodded as he gave her a last kiss before heading off to their bedroom.

“And strip down, I want nothing on your body.” He ordered before disappearing inside.

She smirked knowing this was what she wanted, to play all day, he already promised to do what she desired and he was doing it despite not telling him. What a man she had.

He was right, she was still wet. Nothing can beat being fully naked as the breeze along with the sunlight from the window wraps her body in an embrace.

Harry returned with a grin planted on his face. He was also fully naked, walking around with his cock swinging, and tattoos on display.

“Nice ass.” She teased him as he filled up two cups of water.

“Thanks love, it loves your tongue.” He approached her and gave her the cup of water, revealing a pill in his hand.

Cheeky motherfucker.

It was a Pleasing sex pill.

“You’re in a mood today.” She took the pill, swallowing it down with a big gulp of water.

He did the same and placed both cups in the sink. He also brought a box with him, she assumed the sex hangover might last longer than a day.

She tried these pills once or twice before; they’re designed for both men and women by his scientists’ team. She never faced any problem with them, they helped her experience an immense amount of pleasure.

Harry helped her relax against the sofa in a nice position and proceeded in one of his routines.

Kissing her body.

His lips puckered against her right leg gently, up to her thigh where he kept prepping kisses, his mouth hovered over her wet cunt breathing it in and allowing his nose to graze the wetness before letting out a loud groan.

He placed a delicate kiss on her clit continuing to leave love bites on her inner thighs, up to her pelvis. Soft wet pecks to every inch of her skin, giving extra love to her pelvis and tummy because ‘his child will be there one day’.

He pushed her on her stomach to give her love from behind, he also managed to bite her ass cheek while at it and traced her back whilst loving on it, then hoisted you up again to resume his work on your chest.

He went at it slowly to not forget or ignore any inch, from left to right with his cupid-shaped mouth, and hand roaming between her thighs rubbing at them up and down.

“My woman’s perfect body, so divine.”

“I love this— a goddess is what you are.”

“You’re my person, and this body is what I worship.”

“I can’t believe you’re mine, I’m so blessed, aren’t I?”

“The great gods sculpted your body, and I get to love on it.”

“My woman, my lady, my fiancée, my lover, let me kiss your body every day please.”

He mumbled against her skin, sentence after sentence nonstop till he reached her breasts and fondled them giving them extra love. He littered her neck with love bites, till they looked like big bruises.

Eventually, he hid his face in the crook of her neck allowing his hand to rest on her hip. She kissed his face exchanging ‘I love you’ as she waited for the pill to kick in or so she thought.

“I have a feeling that the pill is for something else.”

“You’re a minx, you know that?” He lifted himself off the sofa and left her lying down as he glanced at the clock to see that it had been 20 minutes since they took the pill.

He propped himself down on the sofa facing her and the grin on his face told her that her sentimental man was gone, and his devilish side was out

“Here’s what darling, before we begin, you’re not allowed to touch yourself. The pill will kick in now and I want to watch you squirm around, helpless and wet. Just a tolerance test yeah?”

His arms were stretched widely showing his biceps, his cock was erect reaching his stomach and his plump thighs were a sight.

“You’re going to watch me touch myself because I have to compensate for the orgasm you had without me.”

Her face flushed red upon hearing him. He wants to edge her till she’s shaking, she’s done that before but not with a pill that makes her horny in ungodly ways.

“Hey H, that’s not fair.” She whined feeling the effect of the pill begin.

“Open your legs facing me, I want to see your cunt.” She did as told, groaning at the neediness that was rising out of her pussy.

Harry’s cock was not only erect and red thanks to the pill but leaking precum too and engorged with veins. It looked painful.

He wrapped a hand around his shaft, moaning loudly at the feeling before spitting on the head and moving slowly from the base to the tip.

“How does it feel to see me touching myself? It feels so good with the pill, I’m edging myself too you know? I could be buried inside your warm pussy now.” He spoke as he panted, his curls covering his face and his abs contracted as his whole body tensed at the teasing.

“Harry this isn’t funny, just fuck me.” She squirmed around, digging her nails into the cushions as the subtle breeze blowing at her cunt felt like torture.

He didn’t listen to her, only smirked and kept going, gritting his teeth at the feeling of his precum sliding all over his cock. He picked up some on his finger bringing it to his mouth sucking them off as he held eye contact with her.

“You honestly look like a cat in heat and I love it.” He thrusted faster and spread his legs wider to give her a clear view of his cock.

“Poor baby, about to pass out because she needs her man’s cock. Is that what you want me to do? To stick it in and relieve you?” He teased even more with a grin, she was drooling at his cock that was so erect and she could feel her wetness dripping.

All the blood was rushing to her clit that’s now engorged and swollen, it hurts. He was right, she felt like she was in heat, aching and urging to hump on something, anything for some friction.

Her breath was unsteady and her whole body was heating up as she whined on and on, swaying her legs from side to side and getting shouted at if she closed them together.

“What a pretty puffy pussy, so sensitive and all for me, it’s waiting for my cock. That’s all it needs all day, for me to keep fucking and using it.” He whimpered as he gripped his cock harshly before arching his back and cumming all over his hand and thighs.

He released a big load, covering his whole shaft in white glistening cum as he pushed his head back in ecstasy and breathed heavily.

She almost drooled at the amount of cum, she wanted to suck it all off him and swallow it down her throat. The pain was getting unbearable—her cunt was clenching and pulsating.

“Look at your tight pussy, opening up and clenching inviting my cock in. No wonder you’re a cockslut.” He walked over to her with his hand still wrapped around his leaking shaft.

He gathered some of the cum on his hand then smeared them all over her cunt and slapped her clit before spitting on it.

He watched her pussy pulsate and his cum drip all over it reaching her asshole. He proudly strolled around to the box pulling out her plug.

“Harry just fuck me come on.” She begged as the pill’s effect was getting more and more painful.

He went down on his knees in front of her, stretching his tongue out and lowering it down as he kept eye contact with her. He barely let the tip of his tongue graze her cunt then smirked and shifted to her asshole.

Teasing and edging was all he did.

His tongue massaged her second hole before pouring a generous amount of lube on it, the cold gel made her jolt since her whole body was warm, he then gently inserted her plug inside as she whimpered at the stretch.

Harry lifted Y/n off the couch with his hand around her throat and pulled her mouth into a heated kiss. “Get on your knees and suck your fiancée’s cum, only lick it off nothing more.”

She immediately did as she was told, feeling the burn of the rug on her knees as she wrapped a hand around his shaft initiating a broad lick from the base to the tip. His cum slid on her tongue as she gathered all of it, leaving his cock shining with its remnants.

“Swallow all of it but share some with me.” She stood up on her feet as he helped her to balance herself wrapping an arm around her waist before joining her lips in a kiss filled with tongue clash and an exchange of his cum.

“Such a good girl.” He pressed a peck to her cheek, then her temple, and checked with her safe word.

He led her to the sofa where he ordered her on all fours, her eyes were welling with tears from the amount of neediness.

He removed the plug resulting in her whining loudly at the emptiness and grabbed the bottle of lube again to squirt some on his hand, making sure to give her hole a good massage and fingering before thrusting his cock inside.

When it came to anal, he pushed in one swift motion because he knew she loved the initial burn of it, he also knew deep down that she was a slut for anal.

He brought her body up to his chest securing it with an arm around her waist, she held on to his pumped bicep as she moaned feeling his other hand cup she cunt with the cold metal of the rings riling her up even more.

“I want you to stay still, a whore like you will hump my hand which is why I won’t let you move. Just take my cock inside your ass like a good slut.”

She tilted her head backward against his shoulder as he began plunging in vigorously, the stretch of his cock in her ass made her see stars, she reached the highest level of pleasure especially with his large veined hand cupping her pussy not allowing the poor thing to breathe.

A deep tight feeling in her lower abdomen settled in the more he plunged. She brought his hand to her throat and guided him to manhandle her.

“Dumb whore can’t even speak, do you want me to choke you?”

She squeezed at his biceps earning a growl from him. “Ah I see, you want me to choke you with my muscles, you get off the fact that I can manhandle you the way I want and that I’m bulky yeah?”

He brought his bicep near her throat and choked her just enough to turn her on, the position she was in made it seem as if he was strangling her, but it was quite the opposite. It felt even better than his hand, despite how much she loved his rings leaving bruises around her skin.

“All of this and you’re still dripping over my hand, made it soaking wet. What do I do with you hmm?” She smiled at him as a form of defiance since no matter what—even she can’t control her cunt around him.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? I bet you’re ready to take my cock in your ass and pussy all day.”

“That’s the plan.”

He slapped her clit, hitting it with his rings making her jolt against him as her bundle of nerves was so swollen. Her eyes rolled backward while he kept itching that one spot in her hole.

“That’s it yes please fuck my ass.”

He moved his hand to her hip forcing her to keep still with a grip so tight it’ll leave bruises around her skin. He thrusted in a primal way and he was breathing against her ear igniting goosebumps in your body.

Their naked bodies were flushed against each other, skin to skin, and she could feel the room fill up with the scent of sweat and sex.

“Fuck I’m cumming, where do you want it?” He asked breathing heavily as she felt his cock twitch inside her.

“Inside please.”

“Knew you’d say that. It’s what good sluts want, besides the way your little hole is pulling me inside tells me what I need to know.” He bit into her shoulder growling audibly while his hips stilled as he emptied his cum inside her ass.

“H—harry ohh” She closed her eyes as his cum filled her up, rope after rope while her ass swallowed it all up taking it in. Her pussy pulsated harder around his hand, he can even feel it beating loudly and sense how warm and snug it was.

The bite mark he left made her whine since she loved a little pain and branding during sex. He prepped kisses against her skin while they both came down from a mind-blowing orgasm.

He slowly helped Y/n to lay on her stomach before pulling out, allowing a load of cum to drip down her thighs and cover his entire shaft.

He rubbed at her ass diving in to lick what leaked as she gripped the cushions tightly feeling so overstimulated. His tongue meeting her rim made her scream so he pulled away licking his mouth to savor the taste.

Harry inserted the plug again and she felt it go deep inside as his cock stood proudly against his stomach at the sight of a plug designed according to his initial ‘H’.

He was foaming at the mouth.

His initial plug in her ass, a bite mark on her shoulder, bruises over her hips and waist, his release deep inside her, shaky legs, and tears on her face.

He loved some branding too.

“No cum gone to waste in this household.” He lay beneath her on the sofa wrapping her around him as he kissed her head and wiped her tears. He rubbed her back soothingly and intertwined their legs together, with soft pecks to her lips.

“Harry?”

“Yes, my dove.”

“Will you fuck my pussy pretty please?” She earned a deep chuckle from him as he lifted himself and smiled at her.

“You still want me to use your cunt?” She nodded at him while he gave her puppy eyes.

He hoisted himself up on his elbows and strolled to the kitchen, she enjoyed the view of his naked body, saving it to herself. Maybe they should have a nude photoshoot on their film camera.

He returned with a cup of water and a protein bar urging her to have them or ��no fucking’. She took both of them as she slowly restored her energy trying not to think about the unbearable ache in her lower abdomen.

She walked around a bit to stretch yourself while Harry relaxed on the sofa with his legs spread and cock miraculously still erect. She noticed the box he got still laying on the table, she skimmed it for anything fun laying her hands on a cock ring.

She brought it with her and showed it to Harry whose face shined at its sight. “You want to control my cock inside your pussy.”

“Hmm I do, wanna feel it vibrate against my walls.”

She helped him put it on and snatched its remote from the box trying not to get down on her knees again at the sight of your fiancée all spread out on the couch, waiting for her to ride him.

“Plug check.” He ordered her, making her turn around, as he hummed an approval before spanking her and dropping her on his lap.

“Now let my cock choke with that warm cunt of yours, will ya?”

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cohnfusedarling · 9 months ago

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Can’t kill myself cause what if 1D actually do have a reunion one day

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cohnfusedarling · 10 months ago

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a moment in history

snack time

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cohnfusedarling · 10 months ago

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oh this is so bonnie and clyde coded 🤭

Let It Burn

Hey….. now this is unhinged and dark but I figured why not give you a bit of crazy H AND Crazy Y/N 🤭

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WC- 2.5k

Warnings: whew… dark Harry and dark y/n, toxic relationship and other elements, mention of murder, blood, mention of an abuser (not h), theft, they are not stable lol, breeding kink, rougher sex, tattoos, a hint of anal… it’s a ride :-)

Obviously this does not depict any real people or events!

Artwork is not mine, credit to owner

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“Did you find him?” Fingers slid over the back of his wrist, alerting him to the woman’s presence behind him. “Look surprised to see me.”

Following instruction, he put on a believable show of raising his eyebrows, letting the smile take over his face before he brought her in for a hug. Playing a role was something the both of them felt increasingly comfortable in each and every time they did it. It should be habit by now, 3 years into it.

“I did. He’s down here, red tie in the second booth to the right.” A stealthy swipe of the button of her purse, he slipped the key inside of her bag. “It should be clear when you go up there. The combination for the safe is in your notes app.” Returning to full height, he leaned his hip against the bar. His voice spoke clearly now, letting the bartender overhear his words.

“It’s been so long since we caught up, hasn’t it? How have you been?” He flagged the man down, giving a charming smile. “Can we get the lady a vodka sprite, please? Thank you.”

“It’s been ages, hasn’t it?” She giggled, playfully swatting his chest. Like they hadn’t seen each other naked in the rumpled sheets of the bed just this morning before splitting up in order to achieve the goal they’d been working towards. “I’m so glad you reached out. I didn’t know you’d be in town.”

Creating an alibi wasn’t really difficult, all things considered.

In all fairness, so was this life of crime. The natural skills they possessed had led them to this moment, led them to one another and bonded them at the seams. A couple infamous and yet unknown, their stories told all around. The wealthy clutched their pearls at their names while sitting at the same tables as them, sharing appetizers. It gave them a sick sense of satisfaction each and every time.

“It was a bit of a surprise. I had hoped you’d still be here.” He moved a bit closer, letting the heat sizzle between the both of them. It was always like this before they completed their goal. ¾ths of the way there, their finish line was so close they could almost taste it. “We do have some history, hm?” Biting his lip, he stroked over her hip. It was always difficult for him to keep his hands off of her- his one true weakness.

“Oh, stop.” She let out another fake giggle and pushed his chest. It took everything in him not to laugh too, considering she was definitely milking it now. Realistically no one was probably listening in to their conversation, but if they were? They didn’t want to leave any room for questioning. “We do. And you know… it’s been a long time considering I’ve been divorced.”

“Oh?” A roleplay of sorts. Harry always leaned into these, smirking down at her. The sparkly eyeshadow glimmered in the low light of the bar, mascara coating her lashes with a slight smudge on her lowe lashline- giving him a glimpse of his future. He loved when she got all dressed up just for him to ruin her. Make a whole different idea of art on her face. “Well, I did hear that through the grapevine. I was hoping you’d be single again.”

Y/N shivered at his gaze. Just one look and he could eat her alive, they both knew it. They were each other's world. Their only weaknesses. A package deal since the day they’d met, there had never been a connection quite as strong as theirs and they both knew not to take it for granted.

In reality, if Y/N wasn’t single it wouldn’t matter to Harry. He’d claim her anyway. Take her again and again in the same bed her husband slept in if need be, because there was no universe that they wanted to exist in that they didn’t belong to one another. It was something a psychologist would probably deem unhealthy, but considering their professions and personalities, they didn’t plan on seeing any of them anytime soon.

“Well I am.” Running a manicured finger down his chest, she stepped into his space. Not uncommon for bar spaces, people getting closer and alluding to what would happen once they reached privacy. “Are you interested?” The coy look through her lashes went straight to his cock, a reminder of the night they’d met. It had been instantaneous, like a moth to a flame. No one else existed in the room once they’d caught eyes for each other, but they played cat and mouse in their banter. It had ended in her coming to Harry’s place and never leaving his side.

His playboy days ended the day they met. No other cunt would feel as good as hers, no one would moan as pretty, and certainly no one would be as filthy as she was. Letting the passion overrun them, letting her nails dig into his back and opening her mouth for his spit, he had met his match in the back of his car where round one of four that night had happened. Meeting each other, kissing, fucking, being partners in crime? It just made sense.

“More than.” The energy crackled between them, igniting his stomach as she brought the little red straw between her lips and sipped on the drink. “I’ve got a room, if you want to go talk up there. It would be a bit more….’comfortable.” And he did have a room-

One booked under a fake name, under a fake identity that wouldn’t be traced back to them. But they both knew Y/N wasn’t going to go straight to his room.

“I think I’d enjoy that. Will you pay the bill so we can go?” Dragging her French tipped claws down his pale skin and tiny thatch of chest hair, she sent the saucy smile up at him before letting her eyes fall down to his lips. “It’s a bit too cold down here for me. I think I’m going to warm up.”

“Go ahead, Angel.” He nodded. “Room 308, when you’re done.”

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“You are so fucking sexy.” Harry panted, the bag of jewels and cash off to the side. His hands were too busy running over the arch of her back as she ground herself over his lap, fingers tugging his belt off.

“Yeah? How sexy am I?” She purred, head falling back as his lips ran over her sensitive throat. Teeth grazed it, making her inhale sharply before working harder to get him out of his damn trousers.

“The most beautiful… alluring… sexy…. Sensual… evil woman I’ve ever come across.” His words were kissed into the skin, both palms finding her ass and dragging her dress up to bunch over her waist. “And I own you. You belong t’me. You’re never getting away from me.”

The promise would probably turn most people off, make them scramble off his lap and ask what he meant- but for Y/N, it only made her more aroused. Being reminded that there was nothing and no one that would come between the both of them was reassuring, a welcome sensation as she managed to fish him out of his pants. “Fuck me then. Prove it.” Her taunts always worked. Y/N knew how to push his buttons, as he did hers, no surprise in when he flipped them over and pinned her down, giving little time to prepare before lining himself up with her cunt and pushing in.

The groan between the both of them was loud, but their frantic need was overcoming the need to be quiet. “Fuck you?” He cooed. “Every time I’m inside of you… I-own-you.” The last sentiment was emphasized by thrusts that jostled her body. Her toes curled as her legs fastened against his lips, the feral smile on her face growing as the hand not holding her wrists together ripped the top of her dress down to expose her tits.

“Yes, you do.” She hiccuped. “And I own you. You’re mine, and you’re so….” Her words stuttered as each deep thrust got into her stomach. “You’re so obsessed with me. You’ll never let me g-go.” Her last sentence was hissed out. “I won’t let you.”

“Never.” He snarled, rutting into her poor cunt like he was crazed. He sort of was, to be honest. Every time they did another little mission, he got increasingly turned on afterwards. Knowing they pulled it off, they they were richer, that unstoppable feeling only made his cock harder and his need more desperate each and every time. “Never going to let you go. I’d kill someone before letting you go…” he let out a crazed laugh, connecting their mouths for another kiss. “I have, haven’t I? Fucked you with their blood on my hands and you fucking loved it, you crazy bitch.” The word wasn’t an insult, but the highest praise.

Y/N moaned, nodding at the accusation. There was no way either of them were sane, not in the slightest, but they were smart. They were practiced and cunning and no one had a clue who they were. Equal obsession with one another had only resulted in a secret empire of wealth and blood that they would be craving forever.

“I did. I love when you’re mean.” Her cunt was slick and hot, clenching around him as he thrust into her with a fervor that was only matched after their missions. “I love when you hurt people for me, Sir. I love when you fuck me in their blood, I love when you-“ her neck fell back and she arched her body as he shifted and hit the spot she had been waiting for. “Oh- fuck. I love you.”

“Yeah, you do. You love me so much, don't you? Think it even compares to how much I love you…” the man panted. “Got your name tattooed right above my cock so you can see that you own it. Get it wet with your cream every fucking time….” He wrapped his fingers around her waist, pulling out momentarily to flip her over. “Let me see it- let me fucking see it.”

Y/N’s face buried in the mattress, she shakily put her hand back to ride up the dress and show the stamp above her ass marking his name. “That, Sir?” She cooed, knowing it was exactly what he wanted to see. The script that marked her ass as his as he fucked into her weeping hole, his intensity moving up as she felt his thumb trace the outline of it.

“Yeah- that’s what I want. Never going to forget who you belong to, hm? Who owns your heart, your body, your soul. M’nothing without you.” His tone darkened, spreading her ass open and spitting over her hole and pressing his thumb inside. “You’re never allowed t’leave me. I’ll follow you anywhere, I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you. There’s nothing I want without you.”

As toxic as the words were, it sent her over the edge. Hand slamming against the duvet, curling her fingers into it as she sobbed out his name, the white hot pleasure rushed over her body and shook her core. Slick dripping from her cunt and both holes clenching around the intrusions, she felt her eyes roll back as the bullying of her pussy continue.

“That’s my girl. Cum around my cock again.” He commanded. “Can’t fuckin’ wait until I can knock you up. Want you full of my babies, all the fuckin’ time.” Considering their lifestyle the babies had to be put on pause until they amassed enough wealth to feel comfortable stopping full time, but Harry had been dreaming about getting her connected to him in that way for ages. “Full of me. My cum is good, but it isn’t enough. Need to own you that way.” He was crazy, yes, but he loved her.

“Soon.” She gasped, feeling as his thrusts got harder. That talk always made him more aroused, and based off of the pulsing she felt inside of her it wouldn’t be long. “I’ll let you do anything you want to me. Gonna be the b-best. You’ll take care of us, won’t you?” She panted into the air, face turned to the side as he added another finger into her ass. Her eyes flashed with colors as he pounded into her, surely making her sore for tomorrow but neither of them cared.

“I’ll burn down the world for you.” He promised through his grunts. “For you and our little family. Watch the entire thing go down in flames like that one time…” the first time they’d realized they were as crazy as one another. When he had set the car on fire with her abuser inside of it, and she had kissed him for it. “I’ll do it again, and again, and again… fuck, I love you.” Harry’s voice strained as he felt her clench up around him. “Give it to me, baby. Give me your pleasure. I’m so fucking close.”

They needed to get the fuck out of there before their signal blockers ended and the security team caught on to the looping footage. Before the bastard they’d stolen from realized the riches he had brought with him were gone. But neither of them could stop themselves from making their own fucked up version of love before they finished and got into their getaway car.

Y/N could feel how wet she had gotten him, feel the knot in her belly expand as he bullied that one spot in her channel over and over again, each pound making her get closer and closer to the edge. “H-Harry…” she plead for him, putting a hand back for him to hold. Immediately he took it, squeezing her hand in his own.

“I know, baby. I know, you’re creaming all fucking over me. Let it go. Let me fill you up the way you deserve.” He pleaded, fucking his fingers into her as his cock followed the rhythm. “Give it to me, my perfect girl. My pretty little wife, cum on my cock.” The coaxing was low, the headboard smacking against the wall and the sound of their sex obnoxiously loud as she came.

“Oh- fuck!” The man growled as he felt the splash of her cumming on him- squirting on his cock as he fucked into her, his thrusts getting sloppy. “That’s what I wanted, you dirty slut. I am so in love with you and this perfect pussy… fuck me.” He wheezed, feeling the crest of his orgasm wash over him. “Take it, take it all.” The sloppy thrusts turned into short, rough ones. Fucking his load into her, little grunts leaving his chest as he pretended it could catch.

One day it would, and that would be the day their dangerous fun on the road would be over, and they’d begin their lives all over again.

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SURPRISE!!! i have a cutesy little one-shot (if you can even call it that 😭) just for you in celebration of my ONE MONTH TUMBLR WRITING ANNIVERSARY WOOH!! thank you to everyone who ever liked, shared, followed, replied, asked I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH THANK YOU for making me fall in love with writing all over again! i hope you like this one!

The one where Y/N is feeling needy, and Harry’s got the perfect solution for her.

word count: 3.6K

content warning: mature. nothing toooo crazy. meandom!bf!harry (WOOOH) but its no specific pairing <3

The first time Harry met Y/N was through their mutual friend, Freya, who essentially forced the two to go on a blind date.

Harry’s constant moping about how sad and lonely he was what finally convinced his considerate friend that he desperately needed to go on a date and be with someone romantically. Freya knew Harry’s sister, and Freya was one of Y/N’s oldest friends, so when she heard that Y/N was single, she didn’t waste another day to start convincing them to go out with each other.

Freya was always sort of naturally gifted— in the sense that she somehow ended up making the right choices based solely on her gut feelings and intuition.

Apparently she saw a dream; one which left her hell-bent on having her two friends date. She knew Harry was a caring, soft-hearted and friendly guy, and Y/N was an intelligent girl who wore her heart on her sleeve— in her eyes, there was no better match.

After weeks of pestering and convincing the two of them, they finally decided to give in to their friend and go out with each other on a single date.

Surprisingly, the date went way better than they both expected. Harry was lethally gorgeous, someone Y/N would never consider pursuing based solely on the fact that she thought he was way out of her league. His brown curly hair and pretty green eyes were roguishly charming, and he had a way with words that had Y/N constantly swooning.

They both drove to the outdoor theatre Freya bought them tickets for, and the whole time there, Harry was a teenage dream; he took her around the little stalls set up by the carpark and bought her cotton candy and popcorn, said something about her eyes and the lights strung up in the dim area which made Y/N’s tummy flip and tucked her right into his side in the middle of the little pallet he created in the back of his car.

She was blushing when he stroked his hand up and down her side, checking in with her after every thirty minutes to see if she needed anything. She was blushing when he stopped staring at the screen and opted to admire her instead, starting up a whispered conversation so as to not disturb the other movie-watchers, and she was blushing when at the end of the night, he cupped her jaw and softly asked her if it was okay to kiss her.

There was no way Y/N could ever say no to a face like his. Harry kissed her and it was amazing, she had butterflies and an infectious smile that just wouldn’t budge. That night was one of the best she’d ever had, and her heart fattened up tenfold the morning after as he gave her a call, promising her another date at his house.

He courted her properly; took her out on numerous dates before sleeping with her, didn’t play any games when he would text her and began every outing with a bouquet of roses presented to her. He was everything a girl could want, and he finally asked her to be his girlfriend on the fourth date, her hand in his and their ankles looped together beneath the dinner table.

Ever since then, Y/N felt satisfied with her lovelife in a way she never was before. Whereas before most of her past partners struggled with communication, Harry made the effort that both Y/N and him talked thoroughly about any and everything that might impact their relationship. Where Y/N previously felt suffocated sometimes because her partners didn’t give her enough space, she was able to have time for herself with Harry after she let him know how important that was to her.

It was a textbook, perfect relationship, where Harry was a doting boyfriend, and Y/N was treasured like the princess she always wanted to be.

That was until it came to their sexlife. Now, that was a whole other story.

The second the door to their bedroom shut, a flip was switched and Y/N was exposed to a side of Harry she never thought existed. He was stern and dominant, firm in his actions and he knew what he wanted every time they were in bed.

He was careful with her and sat her down (in true Harry fashion) before they first slept together to let her know of his preferences between the sheets. Of course, Y/N was still his girlfriend, and he valued nothing more than his partners consent and comfort when having sex.

It also was not Y/N’s first time stepping into the world of dominants and punishments and bondage and whatnot, but it was definitely her first time engaging in it with someone she really liked. She wanted to be perfect for him, and he wanted to be perfect for her.

Harry lucked out with Y/N, because she was immediately on board with his slightly different requests.

That led to their sexual chemistry being absolutely insane.

A couple of nights together later, Harry felt he knew Y/N’s body like the back of his hand, and Y/N felt she knew Harry’s like the back of her hand.

The first night they slept together, it wasn’t too crazy.

Maybe Harry held her wrists above her head as he fucked her into the mattress, and he might have given her a spank or two as they switched when she was on top. She was able to come whenever she wanted and Harry was ready to give her everything she needed.

The second time they slept together, Harry asked her to hold her arms behind her back while she sucked his cock, and Y/N sweetly asked Harry if he would just tie her hands together instead. The proposal had him stuttering for a second— obviously they spoke about dabbling in bondage before they decided to have sex, but he wasn’t expecting her to be ready to indulge in his tastes so soon.

Nonetheless, he did as she asked and took out one of his basic silk ties to bind her wrists together while he fucked her mouth and came all over her jaw.

Every time they slept together, they were able to take it another step further, and now, eleven months into the relationship, Y/N and Harry were well-versed with each other's sexual needs. They were both at a stage where they had discussed most of the kinks they were into, both willing to try new things if at least one of them was interested.

It was safe to say that they were both equally satisfied with their sexlife as with their practical life. The relationship just worked, and this was something they both valued greatly.

Tonight was one such night where Y/N wanted to celebrate that, i.e, whenever she saw fit, she was planning to ask Harry to kindly pound her into the mattress until she was silly. She was in that stage of her cycle— where she was drooling at the sight of Harry’s biceps and wanted nothing more than to chew on his veiny hands like a puppy.

She would have done something about it when they both woke up in the morning, with Harry looking like he walked straight out of a romcom in her softly-lit bedroom, but then he got a text from his work, on a fucking Saturday, pleading him to urgently hop onto a Zoom meeting which apparently couldn’t wait another forty-two hours. That way Y/N lost a clingy Harry who otherwise would have kept her in bed for at least two more hours after they woke, just making out and talking, touching bare skin and tangling nimble fingers.

Much to her dismay, the meeting ended up running until super late in the afternoon. By that time, Y/N was wet and sticky between her legs, with an angry pout on her face which depicted her intense frustration.

When Harry spotted her brooding in the kitchen, he came up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, “what’s got my girl all tense?” Y/N sighed and looked up at him, letting him thumb away her bottom lip.

Normally, Y/N would easily tell Harry that she was feeling needy and wanted his attention, but she was in a mood, and she felt like being a bit stubborn with him, taking out all her anger on her poor unsuspecting boyfriend. She crossed her arms over her chest, “nothing.”

She shrugged him off and turned around to grab the croissant she was microwaving when he circled his fingers around her wrist and pulled her to him again, “did I do something? Why are you angry?”

“I’m not angry,” she lied, “just… tired.” She put her croissant on a plate and dodged his frowny face as she sat down by the floating island.

“Baby, you know you can tell me if anything is wrong,” he said, “I’m happy to talk to you about whatever it is.” He sat down next to her and twisted his seat so he faced her.

The look on his face would have made Y/N fold, but she felt really mad at him, which was insanely unreasonable (because how exactly was Harry meant to know his girlfriend was so horny she was borderline murderous), but a girl had to release her frustrations somewhere.

“I told you I’m fine. Just tired,” she snapped. Harry was unfazed though— he knew something was up and she was giving him an attitude for no apparent reason. He didn’t react like she expected him to; instead, he knocked his knee into hers, “okay,” he reached to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

A beat passed.

“I’m gonna go see Sam for dinner tonight.”

Now that made Y/N’s eyebrows shoot up.

She had completely forgotten that Harry had plans with his cousin that weekend who was visiting the country from overseas. Harry had told her about it ages ago, but Y/N probably forgot and didn’t clock that it would be tonight.

She literally felt like she could cry at the thought of not having Harry for the night— what had gotten into her? Since when was she so fucking desparate?

Her thoughts surprised even herself as she masked her emotions as best as she could and frowned, “oh,” she bit off her croissant, “have fun.”

Harry’s eyes slightly narrowed watching her chew and avoid his gaze; something was bothering her and he knew her well enough to understand that she wouldn’t spill so easily. He waited for her to swallow before grabbing her jaw and pressing a kiss to her bottom lip. She tasted sweet, like the chocolate filling inside the pastry, and Harry struggled to pull himself away from nibbling at her lip. A ringed hand came up to her nape as he did, “I’ll miss you.”

The kiss did soften Y/N a little bit, so she mustered up a small, albeit sad, smile for her boyfriend. “Me too.”

The second Harry left the house, Y/N felt like she was going to die.

Not only did she feel all hot and bothered between her legs, but she was mad at Harry for leaving her in such a needy state to go have dinner with his cousin (in all honesty, it wasn’t the man’s fault, he wasn’t a mind reader for goodness sake, (but Y/N was not ready to admit that)). She huffed and puffed a little bit and rolled around her bed, wondering if she should just give in and touch herself.

The issue was that it wasn’t that simple; ever since she started sleeping with Harry, her fingers or any of her toys just didn’t seem enough. She always found herself craving something else— something warmer, and longer, able to touch all of her favourite spots, throbbing—

She was losing her mind.

She needed a way to channel all this horniness, and the easiest outlet at the moment was being angry at Harry.

All these thoughts lead to a sinister idea that materialised in her head. Y/N was quick to get up from her self-wallow spot on the bed and made her way over to her closet. She pulled open her lingerie drawer and fished around for one of her prettier, darker coloured sets. She spotted one of her favourites— a red three piece, with lace panties and an almost see-through bra. To wear on top was a short little nightie, which was sleeveless and mostly lace and pinned together in the middle or her chest where the two cups of her bra met.

Y/N hurried to the bathroom, giddy to execute the plan she was concocting and put on the lingerie. It was a shade of red that especially enhanced her complexion and sat perfectly on her body. The bra made her tits look luscious, spilling over the fabric and the panties sat high on her hips. To top it all off was the nightie, which reached the top of her thighs and flowed when she twirled.

This was one of her sets that Harry had not been privy to— she only recently bought it on a shopping trip with her friends. She was originally planning to whip it out on their one year anniversary which was coming up, but she thought tonight would suffice too; she’ll get another set for their anniversary or something.

Y/N admired herself in the mirror for a bit. The lingerie did look really good on her. She knew a special someone would enjoy it even more than she did. This was the crux of her plan; she was going to show Harry what he was missing.

Quickly, Y/N grabbed her phone off the mattress and faced the full length mirror that hung next to her closet door. She opened the camera app and turned off the lights, so only the soft lighting of her lamp illuminated the right side of her body. The vibe she was trying to give off was sexy and romantic, and she did just that as she took a couple of photos of herself in the mirror in various poses— crossing her legs so her hips looked more fuller, resting a hand on one of her tits and one of her from behind, with her panties disappearing between her ass cheeks.

After she was satisfied with the photos, she took off the nightie and tugged on one of Harry’s t-shirts, grinning down at her phone. She looked hot, and she knew he would think so too. In an act of defiance, Y/N clicked open her and Harry’s chat and sent him two of her favourite photos; one of her from the front, and one from the back.

Her tummy fluttered with anticipation as she stared at her screen, and a few seconds later it showed that Harry had seen the message. Poor Harry, who probably thought his girlfriend would be asking him what time he’d be home, or telling him how much she missed him… except she was telling him how much she missed him, but her means of doing so were a little bit eccentric.

For a while the screen only showed that he saw the picture, until, about a minute later, she saw the three dots that signalled that Harry was typing. The icon showed for about fifteen seconds before disappearing. Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed as she wondered what Harry was possibly about to say. She anticipated a text from him, still waiting for her screen to show the notification but it didn't— not for the next fifteen minutes, or the next hour or three.

She didn’t hear back from him and just that thought alone had her heart in her throat and her nails between her teeth. What was he going to type back? What did he think of the photos? Did he not like them? Were they only good in her horny, sex-driven brain?

The next three hours were spent pacing in her room, and then panic cleaning the living room and the kitchen. She was feeling antsy, unable to sit down peacefully. Y/N wasn’t one to pull risky moves such as that one, so she had no idea what to expect of Harry and what he thought of her little stunt.

By time she was done vacuuming the whole apartment, it was 9PM . Soon enough, she heard the rattle of Harry’s keys by the door. Her fingers twiddled in anticipation and she awkwardly stood by the kitchen island when he walked in.

He looked handsome as ever, dressed in slacks and a black button up. His hair was pushed back and he was freshly shaved, skin as smooth as a baby’s bum. Y/N nervously walked up to him. She was wary as she met his gaze, “hey. How was dinner?”

Harry looked at her intently, literally peering into her soul— and shrugged, “was fine.”

He went into the kitchen and grabbed a glass to fill it with water. Y/N stood dumbfounded behind him.

Did he not remember seeing the photos?

“How was Sam?” She asked. She walked over to him and leaned against the counter next to the sink so she faced him. Harry didn’t say anything as he finished his water and then took his phone and wallet out of his pocket. He set the two on the counter and then began taking off his rings; first the two with his initials on them, then followed the tiger on his left pinky, and then the golden ring with a blue crystal embedded in the middle which Y/N gave him for his birthday.

The sound of the rings hitting the counter felt like bricks falling from the sky in the oddly quiet living room. Just as Y/N was going to ask if he heard her or not, Harry spoke up, facing away from her, “looked like you had fun when I was gone.”

“Um… I d—“

“I was showing something to Sam on my phone when you sent those fucking pictures. He could have seen them.” His voice was cold and biting, and when he turned around to face her, his jaw was clenched. Y/N felt her cheeks burn, “how was I supposed to know that?” she retorted.

Harry narrowed his eyes. “You know better than to text me nudes when I’m in public, Y/N. I thought you needed something and was about to open the fucking message in front of him.”

Y/N was speechless, feeling her mouth open and close as she watched him approach her and wrap a hand around the nape of her neck, tangling in her hair slightly. He didn't squeeze or anything, just held her and tipped her head back.

A look of realisation came over his face as he darted his eyes across hers, “unless you wanted him to see it too,” he started, voice low, “we already know how much of a slut you are.”

She felt that familiar zing in her lower belly at his words, raising her hands to grab his shirt.

“Hands off.”

Hands off. Easy. She knew how to listen.

Harry let go of her neck and turned her around in his grip, holding her hands behind her and pressing his chest to her back. She could feel his hard length pushed right up against her.

He spoke softly in her ear, “what’s your colour?”

She breathed in sharply, “green.”

Green, green, green.

This was exactly what Y/N was craving the whole day, and she wouldn’t be caught dead complaining about her current circumstances.

Harry sighed, scarily calm.

“Y’know, I felt so bad the entire time I was there. All I could think about was m’pouty girl I left at home,” he confessed. Y/N whimpered at his words and his touch as one hand travelled up to cup her breast.

“I jus’… I missed you and then you had that meeting for so long. I was feeling… needy.”

Harry tsked. “Poor baby,” he mocked, pinching her nipple through her shirt and bra. He pressed a line of open-mouthed kisses to the skin where her shoulder met her neck. The sensation was enough to make Y/N close her eyes and let her head fall back against his chest, “s’that why you sent those pictures? My girl just wanted some attention?”

“Yes, sir.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, his hand quickly slipped higher to push his middle and ring finger into her mouth, deep enough that the initial shock made her gag. He stroked his fingers along her tongue shamelessly and tightened his grip on her hands. “I was gonna come home and give you my tongue. Make you come over and over and over, until you were feeling better. But now, I don’t think you should be able to come at all.”

Y/N whined pitifully over his fingers. She was sort of drooling as well, but Harry didn’t seem to mind. He withdrew his fingers and trailed them down her thigh, finding the edge of her (his) shirt. He left a wet line as he inched higher and higher, until he came in contact with her panties.

He groaned right into her ear when he felt the lace under his fingers, “fuck, you’re still wearing it?”

It was not really a question, because Y/N was not given any time to answer him. Instead, she yelped as he shoved her over the counter and flipped her shirt up. His hand smoothed over her ass and forced her into an arch, coming down on the skin with a sharp smack. Y/N cried into the marble, body jolting forward with the force of the impact. He gripped and kneaded the flesh right after, and then dropped his hand between her legs to feel how wet she was.

“Oh, baby… you’re soaked,” he noted and sighed. His fingers pressed deliciously against the lace, stimulating her clit just right. Y/N whined pitifully, “p—please, sir—“

Harry spanked her covered leaky pussy, shutting Y/N up effectively. She moaned.

“I don’t want to hear a single sound from you,” he ordered, “not right now, not when I’m eating you and not when I’m fucking this slutty cunt. Not a single word, nor a stutter.”

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