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thigh highs

Y/N chuckled softly when Harry let out a shaky moan as she slowly pushed her strap-on into him. She moved slowly, letting him adjust the more she moved. She loved how Harry was already whimpery because the night was just starting. His little noises were so cute and pretty, she adored them.

"Does that feel nice?" She asked him as her lips curved up into a smile and he gulped, nodding quickly.

Her knees were digging into the soft mattress below her. Her one hand was on Harry's hip while the other was around his neck. Harry's back was arched a little bit, her gentle grip on his neck making him flustered. His hands were placed on his thighs, sometimes digging his nails into his skin and gripping the soft flesh there.

"Did you wear these just for me, hm?" She leaned in and spoke into his ear, her hand traveling down to his thigh. She gently gripped the soft fabric of the thigh highs he was wearing, also giving his neck a soft squeeze to make him answer verbally.

"Yes." Harry breathed, letting his eyes fall shut. He let out a soft gasp when Y/N gently thrusted in and out of him, sinking his front teeth into his lower lip. He let out soft whimpers when she did that a couple more times, his cheeks burning in arousal. He eventually released his lower lip and let soft moans spill from his lips, tilting his head back to rest it against Y/N's shoulder.

"Faster. Can take it." Harry murmured and Y/N hummed, obliging. She thrusted into him faster and deeper, making him let out louder noises. She gripped his hip, digging her nails into the soft flesh there, leaving crescent moon-shaped indents onto his skin. She removed her hand from his neck and gently touched his bottom lip, admiring his features as she fucked him.

"Open." She said and Harry parted his lips, allowing Y/N to slide her fingers between them. He closed his lips around her two fingers, whimpering softly. He sucked and licked them, making her moan softly.

"Gonna fuck you nice and good, yeah? And you're gonna take it since you're a little slut." She groaned softly, thrusting into him hard and fast.

"Harder." He choked out and Y/N wrapped her fingers around his neck once more, gripping softly.

"Where's your manners?" She chuckled softly and Harry whimpered, his breaths coming out in soft pants.

"Please. Please fuck me harder." He pleaded and Y/N fucked him harder, just like he wanted. She let out soft grunts and moans, relishing in the pretty sounds he would let out. She let filthy things roll off of her tongue just to see how flustered it would make him. She liked seeing his cheeks turn into a shade of pink and his eyes roll to the back of his head.

"You're such a pretty little whore."

"Just always begging to be fucked, aren't you?"

"You're so fucking filthy, I love it."

The way she would degrade him would send Harry into a spiral, and when he would reach the very end it was just pleasure, pleasure, and pleasure. He liked being her "little slut" and her "little toy" because he liked pleasing her. He liked making her feel good. He thrived off of the pleasure she gave him and it was always so dirty, so sinful.

Her deep thrusts hit all the good spots in him, and he couldn't resist the moans and whines he would let out. He was loud, high-pitched whines leaving his wet and bitten lips. His stomach was swirling with pleasure, his orgasm slowly building up. His mind was clouded with thoughts, euphoria in every single place on his brain. His eyes were struggling to stay open, his eyelashes fluttering.

"C-can I touch?" He stuttered out.

"No. You're gonna come from me fucking you and that's it, understand?" She said and Harry groaned softly, his cock hard and throbbing with the need to come. He tried his best to fight off the urge to just touch himself to come but he wanted to be good for Y/N. His tip was leaking precum and he was so hard it almost felt painful.

Harry's thighs started to tremble a little as his high slowly came closer and closer, his moans getting shakier and whinier too. He struggled to get words out of his mouth and he could barely even think straight.

"Gonna come. 'M gonna come." He whimpered and Y/N smiled.

"Come for me, pretty boy."

Harry's eyes closed tightly as pleasure washed over him, making a mess all over his thighs and stomach. He let out soft cries and whines, the pleasure only building up more and more because Y/N kept fucking him hard and fast.

•••

Harry sighed as he buried his face in the pillows beneath him. He closed his eyes, coming back down from his orgasm. He was in a daze and his tummy was still swirling deliciously.

He let out a soft whine when Y/N slowly started thrusting into him from behind again, still sensitive.

"S-sensitive." He gasped, gripping a pillow.

"I know, my love." Y/N said, gripping his hips as she thrusted into him, wanting to make him come again. Her thrusts were slow and deep, pulling whines and moans from the boy beneath her. She liked overstimulating him because he would be so whiny and whimpery and pouty.

"Y/N." Harry whimpered softly.

"Shh, it's okay. Want you to come for me one more time, can you do that for me?" She asked and Harry only nodded, moaning softly from the feeling of her filling him up. He pushed back against her, wanting more even though sensitivity was running through his entire body. He just couldn't get enough of the pleasure and he was chasing it as fast as he could.

Y/N leaned down and pressed her chest to Harry's back, thrusting into him slowly. She brushed his curls away from his face, seeing his face contorted in pleasure.

"You're just my dumb little whore, aren't you? You always think with your dumb little cock." She chuckled softly and Harry's cheeks grew warm.

"Say it. Say you're my dumb little whore." She whispered softly.

"'M your dumb little whore." He mumbled and Y/N gripped his hair, making him whimper.

"Louder."

"I'm your dumb little whore." He said louder and Y/N's lips tugged up at the corners.

"Good boy." She said and leaned back onto her knees, thrusting into him faster, keeping her tight grip on his hair. Her grip made his scalp sting but he liked it, he always liked the pain. Her kind of pain felt so good and pleasurable. He spread his legs a little wider, starting to get loud again because he was getting close.

Y/N used her other hand to give Harry a firm spank, then gripping the soft flesh of his ass. She gripped his ass tightly, moaning softly as she fucked him. She watched the fake cock slide in and out of him with ease, her hips snapping against his ass, creating a repetitive sound that bounced off of bedroom walls.

"C'mon, baby, want you to come for me." She moaned softly and Harry whined.

"'M gonna come for you." He breathed and she hummed.

•••

"You should wear thigh highs more." Y/N said, out of breath. She laid down beside Harry and he giggled.

"I should." Harry murmured softly.

a/n: sorry for not posting in a while! requests are open over on tumblr :)