h.s. ❁ one shots

// bound

i wrote the basis of this at 2 am in a full-on kinky fling so.. enjoy y'all

includes: toys, submissive!harry, mommy kink, tied up harry, good boy, begging, dildo riding, loooots of teasing, doggy, rough, daddy!harry, squirting, ETC

WARNING: STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT

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[m/c pov]

It was a common occurrence. Not unorthodox for Harry to wake from an erotic slumber and stir me up after. Mumbling incoherent phrases into my warm, cuddled body. Not minding my whines for him to leave me alone. Taking my shifts and struggles with ease, only to hold me down to the bed. Sticking his greedy hands into my panties to stimulate me enough not to be able to smack him. Enough for me to cave in and let him dick me down. Yet once his hard on is gone, I'm left with a peck on the lips and an 'I love you'. Nothing more.

For the past weeks he'd been doing it more often, waking me nearly every other night. It was obnoxious, unnecessary when we'd fucked less than a few hours prior. He'd rouse me from much needed slumber, my sleeping schedule off and fucked up from his desires. He'd do whatever he wanted with me, throwing me into any position with no fight back on my part. Fuck me quick and hard to get me and himself off, and then droop back to sleep with a now restless girl wrapped securely in his arms.

Yet whenever I want to go down on him, he shrugs it off. Inquiring that he's not into being the submissive one in the sheets. Which is bullshit. After nearly two years of being with Harry I can personally vouch that if I were to suck his dick with his hands tied he would only beg for more. He knows his way around the sheets as well as I do, but both of us always have the same roles. I have little experience with being the dominant one over Harry, but know basic knowledge from previous relationship flings during my teen years. He, however, knows me like the back of his hand. I can't deny that having my hands bound while he makes me beg for his c.ock isn't mind blowing, but every once in a while it'd be nice to switch it up.

So, as I sit, propped up on my elbow in the heat where he lays, I watch as he unconsciously pops his lip with heavy breaths. Brows furrowed and nose crinkled lightly, feverish puffs of air fanning over my flushed chest. His umber fringe lays in a heap over his head, a single curl dangling over his nose. Feathery eyelashes kissing the skin of his rosy cheeks in the most delicate way. Body bare and exposed to me with the flick of the sheets.

But my panties are still wet. Soaked from the second I woke from my carnal dream. The feelings rendering so real that now I lay, hopelessly aroused in our mess of sheets. Left with nothing to do but rethink over how Harry pulls my hair, his face when he climaxes, the way his breathing gets heavy when he watches me strip.

At first I pushed off the vivid images circling my brain, squeezing them as deep into the corner of my mind as I could. Shutting down the sensual part of me until Harry was awake and aware. Postponing pleasure for him to be up, and for it to be convenient for him. Until I realized how fucking dumb that was. My throbbing ache was not to be ignored. And I was determined to get off whether Harry agreed or not.

My hands clutch around the warm skin of his left forearm slung lazily over my waist, shifting it gently to lie it on the plush mattress between us. His other arm is flush to my puffy pillow, extended in the gap where my neck would typically rest. He's stirs when my fingers wrap around smooth, bare shoulders, breathing going erratic and lip quivering before steadying again seconds later.

I wait cautiously to make sure he's knocked out cold again before pushing him down onto his back. The sight of lengthy locks falling to blanket his face, with his mouth agape and drowning in snores has me nearly giggling. His left hand now drapes over his butterfly ink, right unmoved from its previous place. I let out a breathy sigh, ecstatic my plan is working.