FINE LINE (Harry styles comfort imagines)

TWENTY NINE

                      WET DREAM

Reader has a wet dream and gets caught by her boyfriend of four years, Harry.

Tw's: degradation, smutty stuff... very smutty.. oral. Male receiving. Fingering. Please also note this is my first time writing this kind of smut so please be kind.

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"That's right" his voice was low and slow, his hand slowly grabbing a fistful of your hair until his fingers had grabbed your hair into a makeshift pony tail "get on your knees" his voice was dominant and demanding it made you feel all tingly... you couldn't help it. Fuck he was so beautiful. You slowly lowered yourself down onto your knees gazing up at your boyfriend his body glistening— chest raising and falling slowly and carefully as he examined you gazing up at him through your eyelashes "fuck. Keep looking at me like that and I'll fuck your mouth." His voice was hungry his eyes saying it all, yet you couldn't help it a whimper leaving your mouth "please." His green eyes grew impossibly darker and he tilted his head down at you, a smirk tugging upon his lips "oh you want that hm? You want me to fuck that pretty mouth of yours? Yeah? Man handle you? Tell you what the fuck to do? Tell you that you're mine" his grip tightened on your hair as another whimper passed your lips— that's exactly what you wanted. "Naughty girl" a low chuckle left his lips as he smirked "y/n.." he spoke yet his lips didn't move "y/n.." again but still his lips didn't move he was just smirking at you grip on your hair tightening...

"Y/n!"

Your eyes snapped open finding Harry stood next to the bed— brow quirked in concern. "Y/n?" He questioned again staring at you noticing how dazed you were. "You alright y/n? You were whimpering in your sleep?" That was a dream? Your eyes widened ever so slightly your lips parting as your cheeks which were already red heated up some more "w—what?" Your voice cracked slightly as you stared at him. You hadn't ever had a wet dream whilst he was close by. Sure a few when he was on tour but not when he was literally at arms length... it felt embarrassing but you couldn't help what your brain made up. His eyes searched your face, you begging- praying he didn't notice the way you breathed, the slight layer of sweat on your forehead the tingling in between your thighs... "oh I know that look" his words grabbed your attention and you looked at him with wide eyes "what look?" You asked worriedly "oh sweetheart.." he smirked not answering your question "y/n did you have a dream? About me?" Your breath hitched slightly and he knew he had hit the nail on the head a low chuckle leaving his lips "I— I don't know what you're laughing about Harry I didn't have a dream about you..." your cheeks remained red hot as he smirked at you "y/n, my love, I think you forget how in tune I am with you... your body language..." the bed creaked slightly as he sat down beside you— hands slowly touching against your hip fingers tracing up and down your side as he felt the way you shuddered, a small mischievous grin tugging at his lips. "I don't know what you're talking about..." you denied it once again, eyes slowly meeting with his and he smirked gazing into your eyes,

"So you're telling me if I..." he slowly leaned in, lips touching against the sweet spot on your neck as you whimpered another shudder ripping throughout you "did just that. You wouldn't react?" A low chuckle left his lips the chuckle ripping straight throughout out like the chuckle you heard in your dream a shaky breath leaving your lips "tell me... what was the dream about?" He murmured to you softly lips remaining against your ear as he pulled you in between his legs sat just between thighs as his fingers strummed lightly against your stomach. You wore one of Harry's T-shirts that came down to the middle of your thigh, that smelt just like him... maybe that's why you had a dream about him... his voice continued murmuring sweet words to you before his fingers suddenly brushed against the front of your panties— your breath hitching again as your body suddenly jerked "ahh... still no dream hm?" He let out a low chuckle as he smirked "no.." you shuddered out and he chuckled "keep denying it baby.... Go on....." his fingers slid past your panties stroking up and down your slit your back arching off of his chest at the touch you craved so desperately.... "So wet" he murmured lewdly into your ear a whine leaving your lips "did you touch yourself?" You shook your head slightly "then why, my sweet girl are you so fucking wet?" The way he spoke to you drove you utterly insane... you didn't know what to do... you couldn't control it.

"I had a dream.. a naughty dream" you whined out feeling Harry's pointer finger circle against your clit continuously your body attempting to move away from his finger yet attempting to grind against it trying to get more friction. "Told you I knew you..." he murmured to you softly listening to your sweet moans and whines as he continued teasing against your clit "are you hiding some fantasies from me? Some desires?" He chuckled out your breathing heavy and desperate bad your hips rolled pathetically against his hand "mhm.." "yeah? Tell me about them baby" his hand continued working against you making your hips jerk desperately his lips kissing and sucking against your neck as he toyed with you "fucked my mouth..." those words practically bounced off of each wall in the room crashing straight back into Harry making his cock twitch in his jeans... holy shit you were a dirty fucking girl. "Oh I see.." he chuckled out lowly continuing to nibble against your neck "you want me to take control of your body, yeah? Tell you what to do? Drive you crazy like you drive me crazy?" He murmured into your ear smirking "let's call it a little bit of revenge hm? You leaving early in the morning every day for work not being here to satisfy me... oh baby... how the tables have turned... you need me to fuck your mouth? Use you?" He growled out the lewdness and filthy words that left his mouth made you feel weak.... You liked degradation sure but this was the perfect amount that you needed. That he was giving to you in the best way possible.

"You want that?" You nodded your head desperately and he smirked "verbal sweetheart." "Yes.. harry... please... fuck my mouth. Control me."

That was all he needed to hear as he practically stood you up off of the bed, dragging you almost as he forced you down onto your knees— hand gripping onto your hair tightly as he forced you to look up at him "keep your eyes on me at all times. I want to see your eyes water." You nodded desperately your lips parted as he smirked down at you before he began removing his belt, tossing it down on the ground. Your eyes watched his skilful ring covered hands expose himself before his large hand grasped onto your throat "eyes up here baby. Look at me." You kept your eyes on him his grip on your throat gentle but firm enough to let you know he was in control. Soon enough your mouth was full, Harry's hand gripping at your hair as he fucked in and out of your mouth— your moans and whines echoing around the room, groans of pleasure leaving Harry's lips as he had to constantly try to keep his head from being thrown backwards, wanting to see how good he was making you feel. "You like this hm? Being dominated yeah?" He let out a low chuckle, continuing to toss lewd words your way "play with yourself whilst I fuck your mouth. Go on. Make yourself cum as I fuck your pretty fucking mouth." He demanded, your hand instantly as if pulled by a puppeteer snuck in between your thighs as you began playing with yourself— fingering your self desperately imagining it was him touching you your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he continued to fuck your mouth, groans of pleasure continuously leaving his mouth which drove you insane. Soon he had pulled from your mouth- watching you pant, a mess on the floor his eyes searching your face almost worried he had gone too hard on you but as you let out a small laugh, satisfaction on your face he smirked slightly "oh who knew you could be so naughty, y/n." He chuckled lightly before he crouched down in front of you, brushing his knuckles against your cheek lightly "you've got one more in you haven't you?" His words were soft as you studied him through hazy vision "for me?" He studied you carefully as you nodded before he carefully helped you stand your legs trembling slightly his arms wrapped firmly around your waist, your arms around his neck as he walked you to your bed— laying you down so your hips were over the edge...

"Remember what I said baby. Eyes on me."

He spoke simply kneeling down in front of you— hands grasping onto your thighs keeping them spread as he slowly lowered himself down to your heat, green eyes remaining locked with yours knowing you were a mess in his hands, he had you wrapped around his finger... but you had him wrapped around your finger just as much. You were both fools for each other... fools in love.