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Harry's being a brat.
This is nothing too out of the ordinary, usually you think it's quite funny to see him act out so that he can be punished later, but right now he's only pissing you off.
He'd decided that he wanted to start teasing you in the middle of a dinner with a few of your friends.
When you first felt his hand on your inner thigh, you thought nothing of it, but as that hand went higher and higher, his knuckles eventually brushing up against your covered core, you let out a small gasp that you poorly cover up with a cough.
"You okay, y/n?", Sarah asks and you can see the smirk on Harry's face from your peripheral.
"I'm fine, just drank too quickly I guess.", you say, motioning to your water that you hadn't even touched. She looks at you a little weirdly but brushes it off, starting a conversation with Mitch.
You give Harry a hard glare and try to push his hand in an attempt to tell him to knock it off, but he doesn't budge. He mimics his actions from earlier, only this time he cups your mound through your shorts.
Your knee jerks up and you quickly scoot your seat back, standing abruptly and announcing to the table, "I'm going get some more lemonade. Harry," you look down to your very amused boyfriend, "could you help me in the kitchen please?" you say through gritted teeth and a fake smile.
"Oh no need, we have plenty of lemonade right here-", Niji tried to say, but he looked up to see you already leading Harry out of the room.
When you reach the kitchen you make sure the door is fully closed before you turn to Harry.
"What the hell is wrong with you? This is not the time to play."
"I have no idea what you're talking about, baby.", Harry responds with a shrug.
He's leaning against the counter, pretending to inspect his nails.
Sick of his attitude, you walk to him, grabbing his chin between your fingers.
"I don't know what's gotten into you today, but you need to fix it before we go back in there. Do you understand me?"
The playful smirk that once adorned his face has disappeared, now replaced by a look of fear and anticipation. Swallowing harshly, Harry opens his mouth to respond, but no words come out.
You give his face a harsh squeeze, "I said, do you understand me?"
His eyes close as he tries to stop a whimper from escaping his lips, "Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, mommy I understand.", he pouts out and you finally let go of his face.
"Good. Now, we're going to go in there and finish having dinner with our friends. You're going to behave, and I'll deal with you when they leave.", you don't even give him a chance to respond before you walk out of the door.
Harry waits a second, trying to calm himself down before eventually following behind you.
"I thought you guys went to get lemonade?", is the conversation Harry walks in on, having completely forgot about the drink.
"Oh yeah, turns out we don't have anymore in the fridge.", you lie quickly. Damn your friends for actually paying attention.
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"Bye, thank you all for coming!", you call out the door as your friends leave. You keep your smile as you slowly close the door, your face immediately dropping as soon as it's shut.
You turn to your boyfriend as he comes out of the kitchen from collecting the dishes. He stops in his tracks when he sees your facial expression, the fear from earlier coming back.
"Baby, look-"
"I'm sorry," you interject, "I don't remember giving you permission to speak."
Harry's mouth snaps shut, eyes watching you wearily as you go to grab your phone and sit on the couch.
Now he's confused. He was expecting more from you, so he comes to join you on the couch.
You ignore his presence even after he cuddled into you, only adjusting your phone so you can see better.
Harry eventually grows frustrated from lack of attention, leading him to grab your phone from your hand.
Only then do you look at him, the look on your face harsh enough to make him want to break immediately.
"What're you doing?", you ask in a low tone, looking from Harry to where he has a tight grip on your phone.
"Why're you ignoring me?"
Harry didn't mean for it to come out as whiny as it did, but he couldn't help it.
Your eyebrow arches at his question, "Do you really have to ask that question?"
The answer is no, he knows why you're not talking to him. He leans over to place your phone on the end table and he sits back on the couch, facing you.
"Well I figured you might be mad about the stuff with dinner earlier but-"
"But what? You figured I'd just punish you and get it over with?", you cut him off.
"... well kind of, but-", he starts sheepishly.
"Exactly.", you interrupt again, moving on the couch until you're in Harry's lap, straddling him. One of your hands comes up to play in his hair while the other curls around his throat.
"I knew that any physical punishment I came up with wouldn't be enough for a slut like you.", you say, lips brushing against his.
His eyes flutter at the degrading name, prompting you to continue.
"And with you being the little attention whore you know you are, I just ignored you. You didn't like that did you baby boy?", you ask in a condescending tone.
He shakes his head no, trying to lean forward and connect your lips, but you use your hold in his hair to keep him back. A small whine slips from his lips at the restraint.
"What is it that you want, my needy baby? Hm? What's got you all whimpery?"
"Just wan' a kiss, please.", he murmurs and you can't help but give in, joining your lips in a heated kiss.
You move both of your hands to his hair, tugging at it and eliciting a moan from the man under you, his hands grabbing your waist in an effort to grind you against his lap.
Stopping the kiss immediately, you remove his hands from your waist.
"Did I tell you that you could touch?"
He quickly shakes his head no.
"Use your words."
"No ma'am, you didn't."
"You're just determined to disobey me today, huh?", you taunt as you slowly drag your hips against the prominent bulge in his pants.
"You've been on one all day, why? You hoping I'd fuck that attitude right outta ya?", you don't even give him a chance to answer your questions, knowing how much he loves it when you overwhelm him.
Harry's too focused on the friction that you're creating against his cock, his head falling back as his jaw goes slack.
"Look at me."
His eyes find yours, pupils dilated to where the black replaces most of that pretty green you love.
"Don't go dumb on me already sweetheart,", you say as you drag your thumb against his bottom lip, "we have a long night ahead of us."
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"Let me cum, please!"
Harry's been begging for the past thirty minutes as you bring him to the brink of orgasm, time after time, only to deny him his release.
His arms are raised from where you have him tied to the bedframe, his face and chest flushed a nice red.
"Hmm, do you think you deserve it?", you ask as you speed up the hand that's wrapped around his dick, your head dipping down to mouth at his balls.
"Yes", he squeaks out.
You bring your head back up and look at him incredulously.
"Well, no but I can be better! I can be good, so good, just please.", his pleads are like music to your ears and you can feel your thighs grow slick with your own wetness.
"Yeah? You're gonna be my good boy again?"
And oh Harry's heart hurts at the though that he was ever not your good boy. Your hand slows a bit, but you twist your wrist each time when you reach the tip, reveling in the moans that come from him.
"Yes, yes I'll be your good boy. Never gonna be bad again, swear.", you know he's just rambling, you'll be back in this position sooner or later when he needs to be brought back down to size, but boy is it nice to hear.
Harry takes your silence as a no and a frustrated whine escapes his lips. You see tears starting to slip from his eyes and you start to feel bad, realizing that he's trying his hardest to not disobey you again.
You release your grip on him and his eyes widen, "Nonono, please don't stop."
You climb up to him, wordlessly lining his length up with your bare pussy and making eye contact as you sink onto him.
His eyes flick between your face and where the two of you connect rapidly, as though he can't choose which one to watch.
You let your hands rest on his chest as you adjust to his girth, your mouth dropped open in an "O" shape.
After a moment, you begin to move agonizingly slow, coming all the way up only to drop yourself flush against Harry's hips.
You're leaving hickies all over his neck and chest, and when you start to move your hips in a circular motion, Harry keens, so close to his orgasm he can practically taste it.
"Mo- mommy please, please let me cum.", he asks one last time and you take pity on him.
You peck his lips and say, "Cum whenever you'd like, pretty boy. You've been so good for me."
Harry's eyes flutter as he finally hears the words he's been dying to hear ever since you started. His hips begin to fuck into you, chasing his high and you decide to help push him further, bringing your hand to his throat, applying just the right amount of pressure.
"Fuck, oh fuck, I'm coming.", he whines, tugging at his restraints. "Mommy, I'm coming, holy shit."
His orgasm triggers yours and you crash your lips against his as you slam your hips down so that you're full of him.
You swallow each other's moans, eventually growing breathless and just resting your foreheads against each other.
"Wow.", Harry's the first to speak after several moments of silence and you can't help but giggle, chastely kissing him on the lips and moving to untie him.
"You wanna take a shower or should I run a bath?", you ask him and his brows furrow as he considers his options.
"Shower and then cuddles?"
"Sure, baby."