in which...

...harry lets y/n have control

request: could u perhaps write one where harry lets the missus take control when u have the time :D

"So what do I do now?"

Y/N is uncertain, her voice very quiet as she worries her bottom lip and looks straight into Harry's eyes. He has to purse his lips together to suppress an amused grin that would most likely make her feel even less confident about the situation they are currently in. It was his idea to begin with, so she needs for him to guide her through it.

"Think of what I would do." Harry says, letting his wrists hang loosely from where they are tied to the bed post.

He tilts his head to the side as he waits and watches her ponder everything in her head, most likely trying to trace his steps. She looks up again at where his hands are tied up with the ropes that would usually go around her wrists and he playfully wiggles his fingers in a wave at her, showing that he's not going anywhere.

"Well, you..." She gets up on her knees and checks the knots once again, making sure it's tied tight enough. "You usually make sure I can't get out of these."

"Hmm..." Harry nods, tilting his chin up towards her. "What else?"

"Uh, usually you trace your fingers on my skin," she follows by her words and lets her index dance along his cheekbone, down to his jawline, "and then you kiss that spot," she leans down, her breath feeling hot across his skin as her lips  brush over his neck, "right here."

Harry swallows thickly as she presses a kiss right over his pulse point, making him draw in a shallow breath. "Go on." He rasps, the tips of his fingers beginning to get cold.

Y/N shifts on his lap, rubbing right over his crotch, making him groan lowly. She  lowers her kisses from his neck down to his collar bones and onto his chest. Harry breathes heavily as she focuses on tracing over his tattoos with her lips, starting to slowly get into the moment and forget about her uncertainty.

"You're a tease..." She whispers over his skin, softly grazing her teeth over his chest, his hips shifting and a sigh escaping from his mouth.

"I am?" He gives an open mouthed smile, eyes falling shut for a brief second.

She only nods, biting playfully on his collarbone, bracing herself by holding onto his sides, nails digging into the plushy skin. Harry tries to subtly lift his hips up, but she stops him by pressing her hand against his stomach, an action that makes Harry's eyebrows raise. She did learn most of her moves from him though, so he can't say he's exactly surprised.

"What else do I do, huh? What do I like to do to you, baby?" Y/N gets visibly lost for a second, eyes boring into his and mindset trying to slip into submission at the demanding tone of his words, but she shakes her head before any of that can happen.

Her small hand comes up to Harry's face, fingers gripping his chin, her touch considerably more delicate than his would be in this situation. "Don't distract me." Her thumb rests over his bottom lip.

Harry's eyes widen in excitement and fill with lust, his lips curling into an amused smirk, teeth playfully biting down on her thumb. She looks flustered for a second, before she pulls back. "You don't like it when I don't behave."

"Yeah? How would I punish you, hm?" He spurs her on, tilting his chin up.

She frowns. "Depends." She lets her hands trail over his chest, carefully tracing the outlines of his tattoos. "Sometimes you give me spankings." She emphasizes her point by slapping the outer part of Harry's naked thigh, making him grunt in obvious surprise. "Other times, you like to..." Her head leans down towards his shoulder, lips brushing over the skin carefully, his chin tilted downwards, trying to see what she's trying to do, "...mark me up." Harry's eyes positively roll in the back of his head as her lips wrap around a small patch of skin, sucking it between her teeth until she's sure it will blossom into a soft pink mark, giving it a teasing lick and blowing cool air over it, the exact same pattern Harry would use.

"But mostly," she pulls back, looking down into his wild eyes, hers just as glossed over with desire, "you don't allow me what I want." Her hips suddenly roll down into his, making him throw his head back at the unexpected action. "What I need."

"Pet." He positively growls the word out, his whole chest vibrating with it. Y/N is too lost in the moment of sudden control to listen to his threatening tone.

"Would you like it?" Harry's eyes almost pop out of their sockets when he picks on the way she's talking to him: is she patronizing him right now? "If I did the same to you?" He narrows his gaze on her face. "Kept you on edge for hours on end," Her hips set an agonizingly slow rotating pace, rolling down onto Harry's straining bulge, his bottom lip bitten raw at this point, "ignoring your cries and pleads?"

"I think-" He pants, looking up at her with a dangerous glint in his eyes, his wrists starting to itch in the hold of the ropes- "you're starting to push it, princess."

Her lips part a little and her hips still at the edge of a threat coming from his mouth, but she tries to mask it by looking away and avoiding his gaze. "It's my turn." Her lips fall into an inevitable pout and Harry laughs, but it doesn't exactly reach his eyes.

"Maybe we shouldn't switch roles, baby. I'm not sure you're enjoying this too much." She shakes her head frantically.

"I am!" She tries to sound confident, but she's unconsciously reaching down for his sides where his hands would usually rest and she'd intertwine their fingers together to bring herself comfort, but they're no longer there. They're still very much tied up above Harry's head.

"Are you sure?" He questions, tilting his head to the side. "You sure you wouldn't much rather be the one in my place?" His thigh lifts a little, trying to slip his way between her legs. "Have your pretty hands tied above your head and your legs thrown over my shoulders?" She gasps and digs her nails into his chest when he lifts his hips up against her own.

"S-Stop." The stutter in her voice lets Harry know he's already won.

"Come on," he tilts his chin up, "let me make you feel good, yeah? Let daddy please you." His eyes narrow when they meet hers. "Be a good girl."

Y/N's hands trail up Harry's torso, eyes flickering back and forth between his tied hands, looking for some kind of guidance. Harry only nods. "Go on." He watches as her arms raise, touching lightly over the pinkish tint on his wrists. "Do what you need to do."

Her fingers tremble as she undoes the knots, taking her time in untying Harry. As soon as he's free, he barely takes one second to rub over his sore wrists from the way he had tugged at the ropes previously, and she doesn't even get to blink before he's switched their places, pinning her down against the mattress, a loud gasp escaping from between her lips.

His hand grasps both her wrists and pins them above her head as his other grips her chin and his lips press harsh kisses over her neck and jaw. Y/N shudders. "T-Thought we were supposed t-to switch." She swallows hard when he sucks into a small bruise right underneath her chin, her nails digging into her own palms.

"Maybe another time." He chuckles breathily, lifting his gaze up to meet hers. He picks the rope back up and starts to untangle it as his eyes never leave hers, speaking in a dangerously low tone that makes Y/N's toes curl. "Say: how about I make sure you recall all the different kinds of punishments I have for you, hm, kitten?"

A/N: I'm currently writing a lof of blurbs from my inbox on my tumblr so if you have any requests of your own, send them my way! <3