or the one where Harry is the sub and gets denied. THIS IS REALLY DETAILED AND FOR MATURE READERS ok yolo lmfao i'm sorry for this
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"I think you can give me one more," she says, running the back of her knuckles over his shaft, watching him as he twists his body away from her, letting out a broken moan.
His dick twitches, cum sadly leaking out from the pink head. His chest and thighs are splattered with his previous releases already, drying as the seconds pass. He feels dirty and apologetic, but that's how she intended on making him feel. He wanted to keep in mind that he brought it on himself and she was being generous if anything, but it was so hard to not pity himself.
"Please," he whispers, breathing labored. "Please, baby, I can't. I really can't."
"No?" she says with a frown, withdrawing her hand from him, sitting back on her knees.
His hands are useless, tied to the headboard, just hanging there as she continues playing with him. Well, "play" is a loose term. Torture is more fitting. His chest is flushed, sweat dripping down his entire body, baby hairs matted against his skin, framing his head cutely, and all that's missing is a tired smile, but he's not there yet. He doesn't think he'll be there for the night, especially when she shuffles closer to him, placing her hand on his chest, leaning in for a kiss.
"It's not fair," Harry slurs, craning his neck so he can reach her mouth. "I don't deserve this."
She huffs, immediately moving back, settling her hands back into his lap. He's sitting upright, head against the headboard, and she's right besides him in just a shirt and panties. She looks innocent and so adorable with her pretty eyes and his shirt adoring her torso, but her actions are quite the opposite. She was here to break him.
A coy smile spreads across her face. "You weren't nice to me today," she reminds him softly, pushing her hair to the side, draping it over her neck as she bends down and comes face to face with his thigh. She nips at his skin without warning, and Harry jolts, a strangled moan falling from his lips. "You were bad."
"I told you," he whimpered. "I was busy!"
"You said you'd spend the entire day with me." Her hands came to play, flirtatiously skimming over the inside of his thigh and he jerks again, slamming his head back against the frame. "And you didn't. You know, I would have let it slide...had you not ignored me for the past week."
"I was really..." he tried again, voice cracking, "busy!"
"Too busy for me? That's not how this relationship works."
She moves her hand past his prick and she smiles again when she hears him sigh with relief, shoulders sagging submissively. "I'm not too busy for you, baby. S'just this last week..."
"I don't want to hear excuses. I just wanted some attention, H. Is that too much to ask for?" Her voice is sweet and small.
"No, princess," he groans out when she licks her fingers and wraps her hand around the base of his dick. "Please, be careful, darling."
"You should have been careful when you were hurting me," she teases, bending down again, blowing gently over his angry red tip. "Don't want me leaving you, do you?"
His heart sinks. He knows it's an empty promise, but he can't help the thought of her running away from him from making his mood drop, lip forming into a pout.
"Answer me!" she demands in a harsh voice, tightening her hold around him.
"No! No, please don't leave me!"
