Harry Styles x Reader One-Shots

Payback*

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: You've been teasing Harry all day, so now it's his turn.

Content/Warning(s): edging, choking, degradation, dirty talking, use of the pet name puppy, he smacks your thigh like once

A/N: hey besties!! so sorry that i haven't been updating this as often as i was before!! but here's a smutty little thing from my sideblog on tumblr (@/harrytheewhore) which i'm actually about to delete and just repost my two smut fics on my main so yeah!! here this one is and there will be one more directly after this!! happy reading!!

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In all technicalities, you had been asking for this all day. You woke up this morning and smudged kisses along Harry's pulse until he was pulling your hips closer to him, then got up out of bed like nothing happened at all.

A few hours later, you walked into his office while he was having a video meeting with Jeff and sat across from him in nothing but his favorite set of lingerie. When he slammed the laptop shut and made his way over to you, you held him at arm's length, coyly looking up at him and cooing, "Just wanna know if I still look good in it." before striding out of the room with a sway to your hips that makes him growl in his throat.

The lingering touches across his hips as you walked past and the gentle brush of your lips against his skin as you'd press sloppy kisses to his neck built up throughout the day until he finally snapped. You had strolled up to him, given him a wide, doe-eyed stare and innocently smiled at him before sliding your hand down the front of his plaid pajama pants and squeezing him through his boxers. The fabric was scratchy and cool against your touch, but the flesh directly underneath it was hard and flushed.

As you had gone to pull away again, he laced his fingers through the hair at the back of your head and pulled you back to him. "What do you think you're doing, puppy?" The dominant tone that laced through his words made your thighs clench together and a smile etch its way onto your face.

"Riling you up, baby." You dropped your hand back down to palm him through the thick pajama pants, reveling in the way that he let out a broken whimper at the contact. He had let the pleasure wash over him for a moment before pulling your hair a bit harder, smirking darkly at the quiet yelp you let out at the movement.

"Aw, puppy," he sarcastically pouts, "if you wanted me to fuck you like a brat you could have just asked." Your legs had threatened to give out as his words sent a wave of arousal through you. "But since you didn't, you have to be punished before I can do that."

Now you're spread out on your bed, hands tied to the cold iron of your headboard with one of Harry's favorite ties. You can't be sure how long you've been here, legs spread as he lays between them. He has your favorite vibrator pressed to your clit as he thrusts his middle and ring finger into your dripping pussy.

Normally when you grab the pink silicone vibe, it's because Harry's not home and you need something to get you off faster than your fingers can. When your boyfriend made you walk over to the drawer of toys and pull it out this time, though, you knew it wasn't to get you off easily.

As the ball of pleasure in your stomach starts to tighten, you mumble a weak, "I'm close." and he's pulling the bullet off of your clit and removing his fingers completely. His hands come to your thighs to hold them open as he watches your clit throb and your hole pulse around nothing.

"How many more do you think you deserve, pet?" He brings his slick fingers to his mouth and cleans them of you. He hums at the taste as he continues looking at you, eyebrows raised as he waits for a response.

"However many more you want, sir." Pulling his fingers from his mouth, he runs over the thought in his mind.

"I've already edged you four times, pet, I'm starting to feel a little bad about it." Grasping your thigh, he pushes himself up and moves up your body, stopping when he's close enough that he can look you in the eye. Moving the hand on your thigh to your throat, he squeezes lightly as he lets the other arm prop him up on the bed. "Not really, though. You just look so pathetic laying there waiting for me to give you anything that I choose to." You whine at his words, knowing that he's just getting started with the night, even if he doesn't continue edging you for much longer. "You're such a little whore for me, puppy. Can't wait to make you sorry for teasing me."

"I am sorry, sir." You say, a little breathless as he applies more pressure to your throat. A mocking laugh falls from his lips as he peers down at you with half lidded eyes.

"No, puppy, you're not. If you were, you wouldn't be grinding your hips up to get any kind of friction so that you can cum." You immediately stop the subconscious roll of your hips, your mind reeling trying to figure out when you started. Leaning down to slot his lips with yours in a heated kiss. It's all teeth and tongues, and you revel in the taste of yourself on his lips. "Now be a good little slut and take what I give you."

With that, he's crawling back down your body, trailing teasing kisses until he gets back to your sopping core. Flicking the vibratior back on, he wastes no time before pushing the rounded tip right to your clit. The sudden pleasure makes you thrash a bit, but Harry's quick to place a quick slap to your thigh to remind you to behave. "Don't run from it, puppy, you all but begged for this, remember?"

You nod, trying your best to still yourself as the high that's been stolen from you four times already begins building back up. "Please let me cum, sir. Please, I need it."

"Aw, my little puppy can't even hold it off for more than a few minutes." Placing his middle fingers on his right hand at your entrance, he pushes them in all the way to the knuckle and curls his fingers to find the place in you that will make your legs shake. You jolt once he presses his fingers to the spongy flesh and he smirks, thrusting his fingers into you at a steady pace. He hits your spot over and over again, bringing you closer to your high every time that he thrusts his fingers. "Don't you dare fucking cum, baby."

You cry out as he pushes the vibrator a bit harder onto your clit. "Please, please, I can't hold it off, I'm gonna cum!"

He growls, thrusting his finger into you a bit faster. "If you cum, I'll gag you and make you watch me make myself cum. Then I'll leave you here for the rest of the night."

You nod in understanding as you fight every sense in your body telling you to just let go. All you want to do is be good for him, and you'll be damned if you fail at that.

After a few more harsh thrusts of his fingers, he removes all contact from your body, switching off the vibrator and wiping his fingers on the comforter.

"That's a good girl. Now, since you begged to cum so bad, puppy, I think I'll let you. But you're not gonna stop until I say you're done, okay?" You gulp, preparing yourself for the night ahead of you.