Pegster part 4 (Patreon)

Not the last part!! We're gonna have some soft, fluffy aftercare coming at you :) 

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iv. 

Y/N’s always been a tease. 

At this point in their relationship, he’s almost a hundred percent sure that she doesn’t even have to try; by nature, she works her way beneath his skin in the best way. Makes him needy and greedy for her by nothing more than a cheeky smile and a wink—- and she’s turned him into a puddle. Usually he was much better at handling it, telling her she better watch herself before she gives him a reason to bend her over his lap. 

Now, however, with her buried three knuckles deep inside of his bum, he has very little room to act even remotely dominant. Not when he is squirming and whining as she curves them down, rubbing against that sweet spot inside him. Especially not when he’s begging, pleading, muffled words wetting the satin pillowcase with each gasping moan that leaves him. His fingers are dug deep into the pillow, his hips thrusting mindlessly as he grinds back against her -- a move that he so often scolds her for when their roles are reversed. 

Y/N must understand how he’s feeling though, because she doesn’t chastise him. Instead her hand rests on the soft, smooth skin of his bum that she pets at almost lovingly, a murmur of, “I know, I know. . .doesn’t it feel so good? You just can’t keep these lil’ hips still, hmm?” Harry nodded, pushing his face against the pillow and shuffling his hips back against her some more, shoving her fingers even deeper inside. His toes curl hard into the air, and he can feel himself pulsating around her fingers in rapid little squeezes. “I bet it feels good.”

“It does,” he groans, his breathing bated, the coil of heat that swirls within his lower abdomen as precum drips from the head of his cock, leveling down to the pillow that she had shoved beneath him as it bobs helpless and heavy between his legs, “So good baby, I can’t stand it.” 

Y/N huffs a laugh through her nose, “You wanna cum, don’t you? Are you close?” 

“Yes.” He whines, because of course he wants to cum -- god, it’s all he can fucking think about right now --and he knows she’s just asking to rile him up, since that’s what he does to her, but fuck. . .fuck, he can’t stop the pitiful, “Please, m’so close,” that leaves him following it. 

However, Y/N begins to slide her fingers out of him and while a long, drawn, “Nooooooo,” leaves him. 

“You can’t cum before I get my cock in you, babe,” she lets her fingers slipped out of him, wiping them sticky against the back of his thigh, “Silly thing.” 

Harry suckles his bottom lip into his mouth, gnawing hard at the plushy flesh as he feels her moving around behind her. His heart is hammering in his chest, the excitement tingles through him but his nerves tickle along his stomach as he listens to her. There’s a sound of velcro tearing, the Astroglide bottle’s cap popping open, the spurting sound of it that made him shiver. 

Just as her hands slant against his hips, squeezing into his sides and giving him a small tug back, he feels the dildo brushing up against his thigh -- and he’s hit with a very sudden, and immediate need to see her. It flushes over him like white hot fire, zipping through his bones, the corners of his eyes feeling wet. Harry feels like he’s falling but floating and he wants to cling to her, to ground himself, because he’s slipping into a soft, fluffy place that he’d never been privy to before. It was sudden yet gradual, and nerve wracking but relaxing.

“Lemme --” he begins, a small whimper at his mouth, “Please, lemme see you I -- I need t’a see you, please? I’ll be good, I. . .I just need’a see you.” 

Harry feels her hands, gentle as ever taking him by the sides and guiding him slowly to flip around. It feels like a weight has been lifted off his chest when he blinks his eyes open, not having realized he’d shut them, to see Y/N staring down at him softly. She had rid herself of her shirt, breasts looking soft and round, and his mouth waters at the thought of getting them in between his lips so he could suck on them makes him shiver. She had the black harness, attached, the dildo waving around aimlessly as she moves up towards him. The worry that threatens her face is replaced with a soft smile, as she leans forward and skates her fingers against his face, pushing strands of sweaty hair away from his forehead. 

“D’ya feel floaty?” She questioned him and he nodded just a little, wondering if his eyes are as big and glassy as they feel, “Makes sense, hmm? Been taking care of you for nearly an hour, haven’t I?” He nods again, and she cooes at him, “Don’t be scared, Sweetheart, just ride it yeah? S’nice feeling. . .like you’re on a cloud.” She keeps stroking the skin of his cheek carefully, “I’ll take care of you.”

“Kiss me,” he pouts at her, “Please kiss me.” 

She doesn’t make him wait for it. Swiftly, she moves in, tucking her lips around his bottom lip and pressing close -- Harry moans against her mouth like she’d just stroked every erogenous zone he has at once. It’s like drinking water in the middle of the night, after waking up with a dry throat and a sweaty neck. He reached out for her, his hand at her hips and some of his fingers press against the rough fabric of the harness while the others on her smooth skin. Y/N starts to smile, drawing away but Harry follows her mouth greedily, all but refusing to leave her. 

Her fingers snake at the nape of his neck, tickling the soft hair there before sliding into his curls and giving a sharp tug. Their lips part with a smack, but Y/N busies herself by burying her face in his throat. She licks and suckles and nips at his skin, and he can feel a mark blossoming in the place of her mouth. When she withdraws, rubbing the pad of her thumb over it and humming low when he jumps, Harry decides to ride it as she told him to. He figures this is the place that she gets to, when he’s worked her over until she was sore, whimpering, and wriggling. That special spot where he gets so gentle with her, even if he’s fucking her hard, deep, and fast -- he calls her sweet words, and only gets any rougher if she asks for it. 

Harry can understand why she likes it so much, when he finally loosens his grip on the ground and allows himself to feel it. It is pleasant; like stepping through clouds and wading through strawberry milk kind of pleasant, where everything seems just. . .just good. He knows Y/N will take care of him, because she knows exactly where he’s at in his headspace, and once it feels less like sinking on more like floating, he succumbs to it wholly. 

“I love you,” his voice is a thick rasp as her tongue curls over the soft, little pink bud of his nipple, pulling it into her mouth and suckling hard, “I love you so much.” 

She moves, pecking a kiss just above his belly button, then scooting down more, before looking up to him, “I love you too, Sweetheart,” she states, before spreading her lips and pulling the tip of Harry’s stiff cock into her mouth. 

He cries out. The feeling is so delicious that his back arches up and his throat feels raw from the low, loud groan that drug from it as her tongue strokes against the crown of his prick, while she sucks like she could be drawing the essence out of him. No matter the submissive state he’s in, his heart squeezes when he sees how her lips have to stretch around him -- he’s big, he knows as much, and Y/N’s poor little jaw would ache if he kept it in her mouth too long. Harry feels like he might cum -- especially when she wraps her hands around his balls, full and heavy. His fingers dig into the mattress, heart hammering in his chest, the warmth is swelling and welling so rapidly that he thinks he might just burst. 

But Y/N slips off with a sound pop and Harry deflates back into the bed. 

“Please, baby, god -- please,” he rattles and Y/N only giggles, repositioning herself between his thighs so that the fake cock she wore strokes against his already lube stickied thigh. The silicone is smooth, glossy, and from the way it glints off the moonlight that casts a white glow through the window. Had he lived in a more densely populated area he would be worried that the sounds of his pleasure were surely bouncing off the walls, echoing into flats beside him, but he’s had no neighbor’s on either side since he’d moved in a year or so ago. Instead, he is able to freely speak his want as loud as he wanted, reaching down and grabbing at her hip, giving her a tug closer, “Want you to fuck me.” 

Y/N giggles, repositioning the pillow beneath him so it sets his hips up a bit more, “Don’t worry, Sweet thing,” she hummed, taking ahold of the dildo in her hand and the head buds against the rim of his hole, her smile only widening when his breath catches, “M’g’na fuck you real good.” It’s the last thing she says, before she is slowly sinking into him, stretching his walls around the girth of it. The burn of it is not as intense as he had worried, and the bite of pain that it provided had worked to keep him hard (Harry had always liked a bit of pain). The visual helped keep him stiff as well, Y/N zeroing in on his whole, focused with her lip tucked between her teeth as she pushes forward, burrowing herself to the hilt. 

Her fingers wrap around his cock loosely, giving one stroke up before giving a mocking gasp and shaking her head, “Naughty boy,” she squeezes his shaft and he moans, his hips bucking, producing another low moan as it registers just how full he feels, “You like being so stretched open, don’t you?” 

“Yes,” he mewls, “Love being stretched open for you.” 

Though she’s doing good of not showing it, Y/N is turned on. From so long of him taking care of her, licking her, fucking her -- he could tell that look in her eye from meters away. There was no way that underneath the harness, she wasn’t soaking and practically dripping, but she was neglecting her own pleasure to take care of him and that only turns him on further. It makes him want to bury his face between her legs and lick her clean. 

Y/N readjusts one more time, taking hold of his hips as she begins the first thrust, drawing out slow and steady just a little at first and rolling her hips to settle back inside of him. A small noise feels like its been jabbed out of him, his cock bouncing from the movement, and lurching when she pulls out a little further this time before rolling back in. She continues this gradually, until just the tip of the dildo is inside of him, and she’s sinking back into him. 

Harry would have had to be actually stuck in the clouds to not recognize this is how he fucks her. She’s mimicking what makes her feel good, to make him feel good, and somehow that just makes it feel even better.

Once she gathers a steady pace, getting used to the idea of thrusting her hips forward, Harry feels like he’s unravelling. The air around him is less heavy and his worries wash away, like mud off rock in a rainstorm. Every breath gets caught as a moan while she fucks into him, keeping her fingers loose around his cock rubbing at the head with the pad of her thumb. The other hand she’s using to hold his hip, keeping everything steady as she sped up her pace. 

Writhing and wriggling, Harry grinds down against her, and the squawk that leaves his throat when the head catches at that spot inside him -- it was embarrassing. His face splotches red, a blush that crawls down to his chest and Y/N’s brows raise, her eyes widening as she pauses her hips. “What was that baby?” 

Harry turns his face into the pillow and squeezes his eyes shut tightly, feeling self-conscious and had it been anyone else he would have been absolutely mortified. Though Y/N tuts her tongue at him, cooing and skating her palm down his chest, resting it where his heartbeat hammers. 

“Is that it? That’s where you feel good?” She questions him, and Harry nods weakly as she repositions, raising his leg and tucking her forearm underneath his knee, bending his leg and continues rutting against that spot. Harry’s a mess then, each buck of her hips forward nudging him in that spot, and he knows he’s going to cum. God, there’s no way that he wasn’t going to cum if she kept it up -- and this is only punctuated when she tightens her grip on his shaft and starts tugging. It all feels so good, a sizzling fire shoots through his veins and coils through his being as his thighs begin to tremble. 

“I’m g’na cum,” he gasps out wetly, trying to meet her thrusts, “Fuck, fuck -- m’g’na cum, please lemme, please.” 

Y/N nods, “Go ahead baby boy, you can cum. Make us messy.” 

That’s the only push he needs, as the heat coiled in his abdomen, spreads through his entire body and the first shot of cum spurts through the tip high, dropping onto his stomach. He can barely catch his breath with each mewled moan leaving him, “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he repeats, as he continues to cum, and it feels like she’s milking him, every little bit if not shot up into the air was soaking her fingers as it slid down the head. She continued rubbing and prodding at his prostate and pulling at his cock until he felt like he had been squeezed dry. Until his cock lay soften and spent against his thigh, and Y/N is petting at him, telling him how well he did. 

“So good,” she murmurs, “Such a good boy, that was so beautiful. I’m gonna pull out alright, sweetheart? It’s g’na feel weird.” 

Harry nods, still feeling weightless as she slides out of him. Being empty is weird, as his hole flutters around nothing and Y/N is unstrapping herself from the harness. He watches how wet she was, her juices clinging to the harness as she pulls it away and his mouth waters but she doesn’t even seem the least bit concerned with the fact. No, instead she crawls up to his level, carding her fingers through his hair, “Cutie,” she hums softly, “You’re perfect. . .you did so perfect.” 

He bristles with the compliment, letting his eyes flutter shut as her hand cradles his cheek, and he pushes into it, tilting face against her, “I love you,” he murmured, “God, I love you.” 

“I love you too,” she hums, “G’na fill the tub up, have a nice, warm bubble bath.” 

“What about you?” He asks her, “You’re so wet.” 

Y/N pats at his sweaty chest. 

“We’ll worry about me later. Right now, we’re gonna have a bath.”