in which...

...the roles can sometimes switch

In which the roles can sometimes switch

request: Is Harry more daddy or baby boy when it comes to sex and/or nicknames? 

I think he's a bit of both actually

He likes control and likes to know he's in charge of everything; of how his girl shakes, how loud she is or when she gets to do things, like touch, move or cum. He's also the type to demand stuff, asks for his hair to be pulled when he's in between her thighs, or else he'll stop; he wants deep scratches from her nails down his back and teeth marks on his shoulders.

He's also the biggest tease; whenever he's got her on her knees in front of him with a lustful look in her eyes and lips parted to fit the head of his prick in her mouth, he tugs her back by her hair because "good girls wait" and he smiles when she's subconsciously trying to lean forward, even though he's got a tight grip. He frowns deeply when he's got her thrown over his lap and he tries to focus on reddening her perky bottom, enjoying the sound of her pained gasps when he delivers a loud spank (with the rings on because she'd gotten particularly out of line that evening) and having a firm grip on her to stop her from rubbing her thighs together, "Think y'deserve to feel good right now?"

He whispers in her ear when she's sitting on her knees on the bed, front pressed to the mattress because her elbows gave out long ago, and he's tilting her head back with a loose grip on her hair, "what's tha'?" and all he does is smirk when he hears the pained whine leaving the back of her throat, tears prickling the corners of her eyes, "come on, baby, bit louder fo' me." His hand trails between them and toys with her swollen clit, making her flinch back, gripping at his wrist, "please, please, can't-", at that he just moves his fingers faster and ignores the slight sting from her nails digging into his skin, "I said louder, dinn't I?" he grits in her ear and her forehead falls down on the pillow, chocking out repeatedly, "fuck me, daddy, please!" until he feels satisfied and decides to stuff her full.

He likes being on top, likes to watch her writhe and tremble underneath him, and being able to control how she moves and how she touches on him. When he's going soft on her, he lets her cling onto him, fingers running through his hair as he places gentle kisses on her cheeks and thrusts slowly, with encouraging coos in her ear, "That's it, so good fo' me, poppet." , "God you're tight, so warm and snug", "Oh how I love you, peach." It's nights full of gentle touches, squeezes of hips and thighs, any part he could possibly reach, and soft breathy whispers of "oh daddy" in his ear.

And there are also times in which he's not all so soft on her, he's rough and harsh, he doesn't stop until he's sure she sees stars and her throat gets all dry and scratchy from screaming and breathing through her mouth so much. He doesn't let her touch, holds her hands in a tight grip behind her back and rams into her from behind, gritting through his teeth, "S'what you get, what you wanted, innit?", "Always asking for it, taking it like a good cock slut, aren't you?" Nights like those are filled with loud moans, pained whines and wet gasps, shouts of the words "please" and "yours" and "yes, daddy".

But there are times in which he might let himself slip and give Y/N control (although they're rare). And it's only because she knows exactly how to do it; knows all of his soft spots and the right way to bring him to his knees. She switches roles, having him for once be the one pinned against the wall as she sucks harsh hickeys on his collarbones and slaps his hands away when they try to pull her face back up. She pushes him down on the bed, even though usually her shove wouldn't have even made him budge, but he's intrigued so he does as she wishes and falls back on the mattress.

And those are the kind of times in which he can honestly say she's just cruel. Tugs on his hair hard just as he likes, bites on his bottom lip until it feels raw and swollen and rides him painfully slow. Makes sure to tease him before she actually slips down onto him too, patronizing him with his own words, "Think you deserve it?", "Be a good boy and ask nicely." And Harry hates it, he hates it so much, but he's willing to do anything because she feels so wet against his thigh and his cock is so hard, he's leaking all over his tummy, just wants to slip into her tight cunt and feel her walls squeeze around him.

So he does everything she asks, because how could he not? Squeezes his eyes tight and gives pitiful ruts of his hips upwards, "please, angel, please." His eyes are glossy and lips wet, the color of raspberries, cheeks and chest flushed as he glances up at her and tries to plead, "have mercy on me, yeah?" And if it were the other way around, he would usually just let her beg until tears were spilling down her cheeks and she lost all sense of herself, but he knew she wasn't like that. As much as she tried to hold control, he still had the upper hand; just had to ask nicely a couple times, call her a few sweet names and that would get him anything he desired.

She rides him slowly, taking in all of his groans and gasps, with fingers wrapped tightly around his soft curls as he clenches his hands into fists by the bedposts, where his wrists are tied with soft silk. And he shakes underneath her, hips trying to thrust upwards at a quicker pace, but he stops himself when she threatens him, "I swear I'll just get myself off and make you watch if you keep doing that" and just keeps whining lowly, grinding his teeth together when she leans away from his mouth as he tries to pepper her chest with kisses, anything to keep him distracted.

He's a mess, and he's not in control for once, but he swears there's something about it that he likes, it hits a certain point in him knowing that he's on the receiving end for once and it makes him curious about what else she could do to him. "You'll do as I say, right?" She asks him, gripping his jaw when he doesn't reply, "Answer me."

"Yes, baby, oh God, please-" He trashes underneath her, but comes back to look at her with widened eyes when her fingers wrap lightly around his neck, squeezing like he would usually do with her.

"You might be daddy tomorrow night, but for now," he chokes on a gasp, wet lips parting in surprise, "you're my baby boy."