The Vault |H.S|

Dirty Laundry (sub!h) *

Harry was alone all day. You left this morning to go run some errands, leaving Harry home alone. He woke up without you, face smushed into his pillow while his hand reached out for you, but he was met with a cold spot where you lay accompanied by a note saying you'll be back soon.

He groaned when he realised he was hard, his head feeling fuzzy as he nearly cried over not having you to make him feel better. He knows you hate it when he gets off without you, so he tries to be good.

The ache in his stomach and the aching cock in his shorts didn't go away after he made some breakfast and even cleaned up the house a little. He sighs deeply in frustration when he's doing laundry and still nothing had worked to ease his ache. It only made everything worse when he pulled your underwear from the dryer.

He knew he had to do something.

The washer rumbles loudly beside him, the sound of it vibrating on the floor had him looking back at the laundry room door to see if you were home or not. His heart was racing as he looks at it, he curiously puts his hand on it and the vibrations were so strong it shot through his body like lightening.

Next thing he knows, he's sat up on the washer, in only his underwear and his head is tilted back releasing loud moans as he pinches his nipples moaning louder at the sensation.

You were met with silence as you walked in the door, hands holding many grocery bags as you stumbled through the hall into the kitchen, no sign of Harry anywhere.

You call his name, one, two, three times but nothing. You become confused as you now walked towards the laundry room, moans and whimpers peeking your interest as you walk.

There is where you see him, sat up on the washer, head thrown back and hands now behind his back steadying himself as he rocks his hips back and forth in a pattern to get himself off. He looks completely fucked, body covered in sweat and hair all over his face.

"I leave you alone for a few hours, and here you are." Your voice makes him jump, but the sudden movements only cause him to moan louder and look at you in the eyes as he doesn't stop.

"F-feels so good." Is all he says, a moan escaping his chest as he now palms himself over his underwear to help get himself off.

"When you're done here, I want you upstairs and naked on our bed." Your words had him moaning louder as you walked away, smiling at what was to come next.