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Summary:

“After everything you’ve done today,” Louis pauses, grabbing both of Harry’s ankles and spreading his legs further apart, leaving everything on display, “You deserve to have your legs tied up too.”

Or, Harry is greedy, and Louis did not train his sub to be a brat.

BHFICFEST Prompt: smutty smut with belly bulging, bonus points for crying, choking, maybe even a sparkle of degradation

Notes:

there is definitely more than a sparkle of degradation

I have researched as much as I can about the events that happen in this fic, but of course it is not a point of reference in regards to learning about the BDSM community. Do your own learning if you want to participate in the BDSM scene. BE SAFE!!!

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy this very dirty and kinky fic!

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Harry is needy tonight. And not his normal neediness where he is mostly being clingy, no, it's more on the verge of nothing that Louis does is good enough.

Currently, Harry is lying flat on his back with the soft warm glow of the bedside lamp hitting his skin. His legs dangling around Louis’ back as Louis gently sucks the head of Harry’s cock into his mouth. A light sheen of sweat coats both their bodies as Louis slowly works their new vibrator into Harry, making sure that each push rubs against where Harry wants the vibrations most.

“Please, please. Lou-mmph, sir, please-”
“Patiences, little one,” Louis speaks into Harry’s thigh, “begging can only get you so far.”

The vibrator is turned on to the highest setting, the tip curved up to hit Harry’s prostate straight on. They just bought the new toy a few days ago when they were out in the city. Louis had been waiting for the perfect time to put their new device to use, and when Harry came home from work and instantly kneeled by Louis’ feet, whining into his thigh, Louis knew that tonight was the perfect night.

Except for the fact that Harry is being a brat.

Every lick or suck that Louis graciously gives to Harry’s red cock falls onto pathetic and ungrateful lips. Every whine and impatient sigh that comes from Harry only riles Louis on more and more. Harry just wants everything, thrusting up into Louis’ mouth, grinding down onto the vibrator, doing everything he is not supposed to do.

Louis keeps his right hand on the vibrator, as he moves his left arm to lay across Harry’s abdomen, further stopping Harry from squirming.

“Stop fucking squirming or you are not coming tonight,” Louis grunts out against the head of Harry’s cock, eyes like daggers piercing into Harry’s.
“Yes, sir,” Harry barely stutters out, voice shaking from the physical excursion Louis is putting onto him. Harry’s body is a sight, his moth tattoo moving up and down along with the quick breaths that he is taking in. The whites of his knuckles contrasting against the black sheet of their bed, the pink of his cheeks creating a heavenly view.

Louis continued to kiss at Harry’s leaking cock, slowly moving his hands up and down Harry’s soft thighs. Feeling the way that the skin ripples underneath his palms. Even though Harry agrees to stop, he continues with his unruly hit movements, thrusting up into Louis’ wet mouth all the way in.

At the intrusion into his throat, Louis rips out the vibrator, throwing it down right by the lube on the comforter. Getting up from his spot, Louis marches over to the other side of the room where their cupboard stores all of their equipment.

“You’re being too greedy,” Louis digs around in the cupboard, “Always wanting more, even when I give you plenty. Why can’t you be grateful, Harry, huh? You’re such a fucking slut that a vibrator up your ass and a blowjob isn’t enough. You just want my cock, don’t you, love?”

“Yes, Louis, sir, I always want your cock.” Harry says before thinking, his brain gradually becoming spacey and unfocused.

Louis tuts at Harry’s words, “Even now after everything I said you still want more,” Louis turns around with the items from the cupboard, “so you’re getting tied up.” The first item is a pair of faux leather handcuffs. They are not as rough as the mental handcuffs that leave dark circles, but if Harry pulls hard enough he can nearly get the same effect. The second item is their bundles of Japanese cotton rope which is not strong enough for suspensions so at least Harry knows he is staying on the ground, and a pair of scissors. Lastly, dangling amongst the rope is Louis’ favorite riding crop to use on Harry and a blindfold, both items that can lead to an extremely intense spanking session.

An involuntary whine leaves Harry's lips before he can stop it, Louis’ eyes go sharp and icy, “No, please sir, I will be still, I don’t need the ties, please, sir, please,” Harry starts to plead.

Louis knows that Harry enjoys being tied up, but he also very much enjoys the ability to touch. Particularly, Louis knows that he takes in the liking of dragging his hands down his back, just to dig his nails in, deeper each time Louis thrusts in. Louis knows that he wants to be close, so tying up his hands will take away what Harry wants the most right now.

Louis moves closer to Harry, disappointment blaring in his eyes. His hands tighten around the rope before he drops it along Harry’s side. Leaving the rest of the items on the bedside table.

“Like I said, little one, begging only gets you so far.”

Louis starts to find the d-rings connected to the bedpost, dusting his finger along one of Harry’s clenched hands. Slowly working the tension out, gliding both their hands to above Harry’s head, leaving open mouth kisses as Harry’s side opens up, then switching to the other side and repeating once more. Once both hands are placed above Harry’s head, Louis takes the handcuffs that lay beside him and takes away Harry’s ability to use his hands by putting the cuffs around Harry's wrist and then connecting the cuffs to the center d-ring.

Once Louis is done with Harry’s hands, he steps to the end of the bed, left hand running down Harry’s leg until he is holding onto his ankle. All Harry can do is try and control his breathing. His chest rising up and down quickly with the feeling of his arms being restricted.

“After everything you’ve done today,” Louis paused, grabbing both of Harry’s ankles and spreading his legs further apart, leaving everything on display, “You deserve to have your legs tied up too.”

Harry knows he is utterly fucked. Louis rarely ties his arms and legs at the same time. He honestly wouldn’t be surprised if Louis went all the way and put a blindfold on him, turned the vibrator back on, and left. Harry fucked up, and now he is getting punished.

Slowly, Louis begins to bend Harry’s right knee so his foot is flat on the ground, dragging his fingertips down over the shin bone to create more goosebumps to lay on the trail. Once Louis reaches the ankle he grabs the cotton rope to start creating a column tie around Harry’s ankle.

He then starts to wrap the soft rope around Harry’s upper thigh, close to his leaking cock. Afterwards he loops the rope around to then wrap the rope in the opposite direction to create another tie above the column tie.

Through the next knot, Louis threads the rope through to create a line of rope going up towards the outside of the knee where he loops the rope and wraps around just below the knee and the top of Harry’s thigh, leaving the mid-thigh bare with no rope covering it.

After another knot and then repeating the line of rope and knots to the inside of Harry’s leg, Louis ties off the rope and kisses the top of his knee, Louis grabs another bundle of rope to repeat on Harry’s left leg, going through the same motions to Harry’s leg are both tied up in a beautiful ladder futomomo tie.

Louis had gotten into learning about Shibari bondage a few years before he had met Harry and before he had discovered anything BDSM related.

After another unsatisfying night with a random hookup from a random club, Louis was scrolling on a dull pornsite when he found a couple experiencing different Shibari bondage. After a deep dive into learning about different ties, ropes and techniques, Louis discovered something he never knew before.

He wanted to tie people up. He wanted to make people beg for more, to beg for him.

And, well, he found Harry three years after that, and now they are here.

“Now Harry, why do you think you are tied up right now?”

“I was being too greedy. I wanted too much sir,” Harry quietly spits out.

Louis looks down at Harry from the end of the bed, admiring the way Harry’s body forms to the position that Louis put him in, that he automatically submits to.

Sometimes Louis gets too into his head where he thinks that he doesn’t deserve to have Harry, not only as his submissive, but as his partner in life. Harry does so much for him everyday. He makes his tea just as he likes it, he kisses him just right, he texts him throughout their work days, and most importantly, he is always there at the end of the day.

And sometimes this is why Louis ties Harry up with intricate patterns, just to see the pleasure that courses through Harry’s being. Louis may love to cast Harry up, but Harry loves to me tied up so much more.

The simple euphoria that Harry receives to have the rope or cuffs or whatever is tying him up to squeeze him into a new position so he can fully submit to who he wants to.

And at the end of a long week, sometimes all they need is each other.

“Okay baby, I’m going to play with you until I get bored and you’re going to be a good boy, right baby?”

With his eyes closed, Harry nods his head into his pillow, quickly letting out a “Yes, sir.” A verbal answer was in the rules, along with not being a brat, but he didn’t follow that rule and now here he is, cuffed to the bed with his legs spread open obscenely, and wrists cuffed to the bed.

 

Still at his feet, Harry hears the snap of the bottle of lube, followed by the trinkle of the substance wetting Louis’ fingers. The next feeling of Louis’s dry finger presses against Harry’s skin makes goosebumps trail up his thigh. In the back of his head, Harry can hear the thump of the lube bottle landing on the piled up comforter, but what fills his mind is the tip of Louis’ finger pressing circles against the base of the vibrator. The dull pressure of the tip shots tingles through Harry’s lower abdomen, causing him to pull on the restraints on his arms and squirm, a low moan stuck in the back of his throat.

“Stay still, Harry,” Louis’ sharp command causes Harry to still instantly, his hands relaxing for a split second in his cuffs right before Louis wraps his hand around the base of the vibrator while pressing the button to bring the vibrations back.

Harry’s arms instantly tensed around the cuffs again, the air in his lungs dissipating into the room. Harry was a sight from Louis’ position. Cuffed arms, flushed chest, rosy pink cock, and beautifully tied up legs all the while Louis slowly fucks the vibrator in and out until Harry is right on the edge of pleasure.

Right before Harry pleads to come, Louis pulls the blue object out, setting it on the bedside table. A quiet whimper on the brink of a beg leaves Harry’s lips, almost too quiet for Louis to hear.

“Fucking greedy slut you are tonight, huh?” Louis loudly scoffs at the sound, “You are really testing my patience, should’ve just left you here with the vibrator, probably would have gotten you off better than I can.”

A wrecked sob leaves Harry’s mouth at Louis' words. Nothing is as good as Louis is to Harry. No prostate vibrator or his purple dildo that can suction to the floor, nothing is as good as Louis’ hands, cock, and words and his brain. God, what Harry would do to look inside Louis’ brain.

But the sounds coming from Harry only makes Louis move away from his side.The air from where Louis was at turned cold, leaving Harry to miss the warmth from Louis' body.

Seconds later, the mattress divots in at the end of the bed as Louis’ rough hands drag along the naked skin of Harry’s thighs, one hand still damp from the lube, as he presses Harry’s legs up and open to create an obscene look.

Louis definitely does not deserve Harry and his fucking stretchy body.

“You’re going to be a good boy for me from now on, right, baby?” Louis moves between Harry legs so his breath hits Harry’s thigh, just like before when Harry whined and begged for more.

“Yes, yes, your good boy, always your good boy,” Harry rambles into the air just as Louis finally pushes his finger in. Dragging the tip against Harry’s walls, feeling the warm heat surrounding his finger, all the way until his knuckle hits Harry’s rim, causing a whimper to fall from the boy’s lips.

Louis keeps his finger still inside of Harry, testing the boy’s patience to make sure there is no more begging. Louis watches Harry’s face, watches as his lips twitch, and eyebrows crease above his scrunched eyes. With the silence from Harry, Louis starts to slowly drag his finger out, feeling every millimeter inside of Harry.

“You’re being so good, love. Just how I trained you to be, just how I know you can be. You look beautiful all spread out for me, baby.”

More moans and grunts spill out of Harry as Louis continues to slowly finger him. He was already open, so one finger is not a stretch, but the pleasure is still building with the pace of Louis’ finger. Harry wants to watch Louis, but from his position Harry can’t see anything but the top of Louis’ messy brown fringe. A whimper bubbles out at the thought of Louis’ mouth right at his rim.

“Do you want another finger, baby,” Louis sits up from his spot on the bed, allowing Harry to see his bare chest and the hair that lingers all over and down to where Harry wants to touch the most.

“Yes, sir, if I deserve it,”

Louis doesn’t respond to Harry, just adds another finger, pumping in and out twice before adding a third and a fourth in one go.

“Ahh, feels good, sir, thank you,” The vibrator that Louis used was thinner than Louis’ four fingers. The stretch quickly goes from being not enough, to borderline too much, a burning sensation coming and going in trails. Louis’ pace is still slow and deliberate, searching for Harry’s prostate.

When all four fingers hit Harry’s bundle of nerves, all he can do is let out a silent scream, hands curling around the chain of the cuffs, his lower body unable to move by the position of his legs. Tears threatened to spill as Louis rubs small circles into his prostate persistently.

Each movement from Louis’ fingers on his prostate sends sharp stripes of pleasure to course through his body, leading to not being able to decide whether he wants to relax fully into the satisfaction of Louis, or to hold tighter on the restraints above his head.

Choosing the former, Harry lets himself get into his headspace, enjoying the way that his body is shaped into a position because his Louis commanded him into it. He can be good, be Louis’ good boy.

The pleasure is easy until Harry starts to feel Louis’ second hand brush along the rope closest to his cock. Louis’ fingers continue to trail down until he is floating right against Harry’s taint.

Just when Harry was getting used to Louis’ four fingers curling against his prostate, Louis begins to press deeply into his taint to add an external prostate stimulation.

After being on the brink of an orgasm for most of the night, the fiery path of pleasure is quick to fill Harry’s core, spreading through his legs and toes, a blush deepening from his cheeks to his chest. His breathing became erratic as he tries to control his orgasm. He just wanted to hold his orgasm at bay and to stay at the brink of pleasure, but the way that he can feel Louis looking at him intently, and the movement of his fingers both inside him and outside, make it hard to control any of his body.

“Louis, sir,” Harry pleads, “It’s too much.”

“What’s too much?”

Unable to form words, Harry just shakes his head violently back and forth, tugging onto the cuffs attached to the bed, trying to close his legs.

“If you come, Harry, I’m not stopping. You were begging earlier for more,” Louis jabs his fingers straight into Harry’s prostate, moving his hand on Harry’s taint away to force Harry’s legs open, “and now that I’m giving you more,” another jab,” you insist that it’s too much. You can come Harry, just know your consequences.”

At Louis’ words, Harry feels the wave crash through him. Every fiber of his body feels like it is drifting away on the ocean, letting the tide push and pull him until he is lost in pleasure, eyes tightly shut. True to his word, Louis continues to rub his fingers into Harry’s prostate, his other hand now stroking Harry’s cock as it shoots out stripes of come along his restraints and stomach.

All too soon, the bliss of Harry’s orgasm turns to overstimulation as Louis continues his work in Harry. He felt like the tide threw him onto shore with a sunburn rubbed raw on the scorching sand. The tears of pleasure turn to tears of pain, his hands turning white like the pillow under his head as he grabs the cuffs. He wants everything in his body to move away from Louis’ ministration on his prostate and cock, but he wants to be good. To be Louis’ good boy.

Louis’ good boy, Louis’ good boy, Louis’ good boy, Harry repeats in his head.

Louis notices the pain etched onto Harry’s face, and the death grip that he has on the cuffs, so Louis slows his fingers on Harry’s prostate, still keeping a slight touch on Harry’s cock, not wanting to give in to the boy below him. “You can always color out if you need to, baby. You are doing so well, being so good, and that’s not going to change if it becomes too much, okay?”

Harry continues to keep his eyes closed, his chest raising and falling to the pace of Louis’ fingers still going. Louis takes his hand off of Harry’s cock to move up to cup Harry’s check, tilting the boy’s head up.

“Hey, Harry, can you look at me please?” Louis asks soft and gentle, Harry opens his eyes to find Louis face to face with him, Harry’s legs trapped between their bodies.

“What’s your color baby?” Louis asked in the same soothing voice as before.

“I’m green, sir, I promise.” Harry nods his head along with his words, tilting his head up slightly at the last word.

“Good boy,” Louis finishes off his praise with a light kiss to his boy's pouty lips. Moving off the bed so he is standing beside Harry.

Louis turns around to go through the cabinet again, searching for something out of Harry’s sight. Laying on the bed, Harry has his eyes closed, laying in the bliss of his fresh orgasm, the freedom he feels when he is restrained and the praise that he has just received.

Finding the item in the cupboard Louis turns around to see his beautiful boy taking in his headspace as he slowly unbuttons his trousers to slide them down his legs, along with his pants too so he is naked beside Harry.

Louis’ shuffling causes Harry to open his eyes, a small moan leaving his mouth at Louis’ new appearance. Louis’ chest has a light sheen of sweat covering his torso, light hairs that Harry wants to lick trailing down to his dick. Louis’cock is half hard and red, a small drop of precum right on the brink of dripping down his uncut dick.

If the sounds are anything to go by, Louis can tell that Harry wants his dick in his mouth so with the item in his hand Louis takes the step to the bed, grabbing Harry’s restrained legs so that his feet are laying flat on the bed, his knees pointing straight up to the ceiling.

After he is done changing Harry’s position, he moves to hoist himself onto the bed, bringing one leg over Harry to straddle his chest. His pulsing cock hovering over Harry’s collarbones. Deliberately, Louis bends over so his cock brushes right along Harry’s lips, purposely not giving him permission to touch. Harry’s hands tighten into a ball involuntarily as the ability to not lick the dripping dick right in front of him lessens by the second.

Louis reaches his free hand to loosen Harry’s grip to move the device in his hand to the boy below him.

Sitting back up, Louis looks down at his sub, “I have put a clicker into your hands, baby. You know the rules, click once for a breather, click twice for green, three times for yellow and four or more for red.”

Harry's chest quickens its pace as he realizes what Louis is implying.

“Can you show me what you do if you need to take a breather for me baby?”

Still in his head from the new knowledge of being able to taste Louis’ dick tonight, Harry is slow to register what Louis is asking.

A sharp slap echoes through the room as Louis’ hand meets Harry’s right check. The burn tingles down his face, through his neck, a blush covering down to his chest.

“Don’t make me repeat myself Harry, what do you do if you need a breath?” irritation rolls off from above Harry as he quickly moves his thumb to press the clicker down once.

A small click is then heard from Harry’s hands.

“Good, now if you are red?”

Four rapid clicks go off right after another.

“Good boy baby, now what’s your color?”

Silence fills the room before Harry pushes his head up again, lips protruding out towards Louis. Deciding to give in to his boy, Louis bends down to connect their lips in a sweet, soft kiss, his hands moving to caress Harry’s rosy cheeks

Two clicks then fill the room.

“I’m green, Daddy,” Harry quietly says, his voice barely breaking a whisper. Something in Louis shifts with the title that Harry just called him. Daddy is saved for times when Harry is feeling vulnerable. When he needs to be roughed up but also put back together again, intricately.

“You wanted Daddy, baby? Well you’ll get Daddy tonight. Remember when you were begging for my cock? Well, you have two choices,” Louis’ fingers slowly drag down Harry’s arms starting with his hands down to his armpits. The touch is just between a caress and a tickle.

“I can leave you here not being able to get anything, and I will leave you here, hard, tied to the bed with no ability for you to do anything.”

“Or, since you wanted to beg so much earlier, why don't you beg for your Daddy’s cock. You chose.”

“Please Daddy, I need your cock. I need to suck your cock and swallow every last drop of your come. I need to feel it slide down my throat Daddy. Please Daddy, I need it, I need you so much.” Harry pleads, the need for his Daddy’s cock overtaking his body.

Louis just looks down as Harry pants below him. His tongue sticking out, wanting to lick whatever he can reach, but he is waiting for permission, being a good boy.

“It’s all yours, baby”

And just like that, Harry lifts his head as far as he can with his arms tied above him, tongue following to circle around the head of Louis’ dick, tasting the precum that falls onto his lips. Continuing to push his head as far as he can to get as much of Louis’cock into his mouth, but failing every time to get more than an inch or so.

Each desperate attempt from Harry only makes Louis more eager to grab the back of his boy’s head and push his dick into the warmth and wetness of Harry’s godly mouth. But he lets Harry's distraught movement encompass his dick for a moment longer, knowing that Harry is getting just as turned on as he is with his constant struggle.

After a few minutes of Harry’s attempt of sucking his dick, Louis pulls back and sits against Harry’s propped up legs, Harry’s cock resting against his back. Louis can feel the wetness leaking from Harry’s tip, pooling against his back.

While Harry lay there wide eyed and breathless, Louis drags his fingers through the spit that has gathered around Harry’s mouth, slowly entering his pointer finger into Harry’s hungry mouth until his knuckle hits Harry’s lips.

Sucking on Louis’ fingers as if it was the real thing, Harry spills out a needy whine, stuck between wanting Louis’ throbbing cock pulsing down his throat or being grateful for the pressure that Louis is adding with his finger on his tongue.

“I know you want my cock baby,” Louis continues to swirl his finger along Harry’s tongue until he says, “Tell me why you want it.”

“I want…”

“Oh, come on baby, I know that you can do better than that.”

“Daddy… I-”

Perched on his lap, Louis patiently waits for Harry to gather his words. Petting his warm cheek just to feel the small smile that comes along with it.

“Daddy, I-I need to feel your cock downmythroat,” Harry rushes out, his cheek increasing in warmth against Louis’ fingertips.

Louis tuts at Harry’s words, his fingers stopping his petting to switch to pinching Harry’s check.

“Now I know you did not just get embarrassed for what you want Harry. You can do better than that.”

With a shaking breath, Harry opens his mouth again to steadily repeat what he wants. His ears filling with the sound of his heart thumping hard in his chest, the burn from Louis’ threatening pinch residing into his cheek as he moves it around.

“I need to feel your cock down my throat.”

A devious smirk crawls onto Louis’ face. His dick twitching to the words that are rolling off Harry’s tongue.

“What’s your color”

“Green”

Loud and clear.

“Good,” and with no hesitation, Louis shifts up Harry’s torso and shoves his dick into Harry’s waiting mouth all the way so Harry’s lips are quivering against his short pubes. Both their breaths rush out of their chest at the intensity of Louis’ movements, each person quickly adjusting to the new feelings.

The hot, wet enclosure of Harry’s mouth leaves Louis breathless and wired, the easiness of his sub to trust his actions turns Louis on even more, causing Louis to buck his hips further into Harry’s mouth.

Harry sputters for a second before he adjusts again and allows Louis to control how much he deserves, keeping his lips tight and his tongue curved up to feel the veins that sprawl across Louis’ godly dick. His eyes are tightly shut as Louis’ hands come up to support the back of Harry’s lifted head, leisurely raising Harry’s head up and down in time with his own hips, pausing every now and again to push his hips into Harry’s face.

This time around Harry feels the tip curve down into his throat, unable to control his reflex he starts to gag around Louis’ dick, spit dripping down his chin. His hands become tingly as he continuously pulls on his restraints, gasping for air.

Understanding that Harry would use the clicker if he needs a breather, Louis continues to thrust into Harry’s mouth, watching as Harry’s eyes turn red and his tears mix into the saliva pooling around his chin.

Every time Louis feels his cock hit the spongy part at the back of Harry’s throat, he can feel the boy below him shake at the intrusion. Each time that Harry chokes on his dick only spurrs him to push in deeper, repeating his motions until he hears one single click from the headboard.

Pulling away from Harry, Louis watches as Harry gasps for breath, his chest rapidly raising up and down under Louis’ legs. His face is messy with tears and spit, his cheeks rosy that continues to a flushed neck. Louis just watches as he rubs his fingertips along any surface of Harry’s skin that he can reach.

Once Harry takes a few deep breaths, he opens his eyes to find Louis’ intense blue eyes looking down at him through blurry vision and a light head caused by the roughness that he just received, but focusing on Louis’ eyes helps to center him.

Looking into Harry’s eyes, Louis can tell that Harry is beginning to float a bit. A moment passes where Louis balances between coming into Harry’s mouth and stripping him off and cuddling for the rest of the night, or continuing with what he had planned for tonight and allowing Harry to fully float in subspace.
Brushing his fingers along Harry’s lips, Louis asks, “How floaty do you feel right now baby?”

Relishing in Louis’ touch, Harry whimpers low in his throat, taking a few breaths before he answers with a small shake of his head.

“I don’t know what that means, love. I need to know how you are feeling right now so I can decide how the rest of the night will go.”

With a few disgruntled huffs, Harry opens his eyes, “I feel a little light but I just got there faster than I normally do. I just want what you will give me, Daddy.”

A pleased rumble leaves Louis' chest, his hands continuing to find new pathways along Harry’s soft skin.

“Of course, baby. You take what I give you, and only what I give you. Open up.”

Following his Daddy’s orders, Harry opens his mouth as far as his jaw will allow, his tongue sticking out too. And just like before, Louis wastes no time to get his dick back into his baby’s mouth. Quick and choppy hip movements leave Harry gagging on his cock in no time. More spit and tears mixing together and more and more breathy sounds escape between Harry’s lips.

The energy that runs through Harry’s body with his submission and the feeling of being used leaves Harry’s own cock to be hard, very hard. Each pump of Louis’ hips sparks arousal that flows through his body and into his dick.

The need to come quickly pulses through his body. The deep pleasure that courses through his being from his fingers to his toes, builds up at the bottom of his dick. Harry is quick to press the clicker once, begging for Louis to stop.

“I need to come, Daddy. Can I come please? Please?” Harry rushes out breathlessly, his voice hoarse from Louis continuously pounding into his throat.

Shocked by Harry’s behavior, Louis purposely sits back to grind down onto Harry’s dripping cock, his fingers reaching into Harry’s mouth to press his fingers down onto Harry’s tongue.

With the slight stimulation that Harry receives, he instantly bucks up onto Louis’ ass, desperately wanting to release the built up pressure in his body. His body’s needs overriding his ability to think about his actions as he continues to search for release.

Harry gets lost in the pleasure that he is able to get until he feels another stinging slap bloom over the left side of his face. Opening his eyes, he sees Louis’s right hand preparing to take another swing, his eyes radiating anger.

“Always begging for more but when I give you more it’s too much. Why the fuck would I allow you to come right now?”

Louis quickly moves off of Harry’s lap to stand over him, facing the bedside table. Even though Louis can hear Harry’s tiny whimpers, he focuses on the items left on the nightstand: a black blindfold, a pair of scissors and a split riding crop.

“You have had too many warnings today. If you would stop being such a greedy slut and be thankful that I am still here, even though you don’t deserve any of it, then maybe I would have let you come tonight, but now I have to punish you.”

Seeing the items on the nightstand again, Harry begins to squirm with the thought of the riding crop hitting his sensitive skin, his vision becoming blurry with unshed tears. He becomes restless in his restraints, trying to free his hands and straighten his legs. Just to get on his knees and beg Louis for forgiveness, but he can’t do either and as he continues to struggle, Louis just watches from above him, knowing that there is no way that he can get out of this.

Stopping his motions, Harry takes in a few shuddering breaths, trying not to allow the tears to escape his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ll be good now, I promise. I will be good for you”

After one long sigh, Louis grabs the items and moves so he is by Harry’s head. Lifting his head like earlier, Louis begins to pull the headband like blindfold over Harry's head, securing the black fabric over his subs eyes to make sure he has no way of peeking.

With the riding crop in one hand, Louis moves to the end of Harry’s propped up feet, using his free hand to spread Harry’s legs apart, still keeping his feet planted onto the bed.

“I don’t want your excuse of an apology. You continued to beg for more even when I was giving you enough. You are an ungrateful whore, Harry. You have really disappointed me tonight.”

A few gut wrenching sobs spill out of Harry’ lips, but for the first time that night, his body is relaxed in his restraints. No tugging or pulling or gripping, just limp with the few occasional hiccups that ricochet throughout his body.

“I’m sorry Da-”

Louis’ strong hand flies through the air to land on Harry’s thigh in between the rope, effectively cutting off his words.

“I said that I don’t want to hear your lame ass apology, Harry. You are so close to not being able to come tonight. One more mess-up and you will have to fall asleep with your hard fucking dick.”

Louis can’t believe his sub’s actions tonight. Never before has he repeatedly disobeyed his rules, and yet tonight, he has disobeyed multiple. Before tonight, Harry has only received 10 hits of the split ended crop, but Louis knows that Harry needs more to understand that his actions from tonight do have consequences.

“You are going to get 30 spanks with my hand on each thigh and then 15 with the crop on each. I don’t want to hear one word from you unless you are saying your color. What’s your color, Harry?”

Underneath all the sniffles, Harry whispers green into the room. Because of the blindfold his senses all feel heightened. He feels like his blood is trying to vibrate out of his skin. The hair all over his body is raised, goosebumps littering his skin. And every movement from Louis causes the sheets to ruffle.

Louis watches Harry’s miniscule twitch as he waits for Louis to start his punishment. Wanting to keep Harry on edge, Louis quietly moves to the side of the bed where he lays the riding crop down, right at the angle so he can see Harry’s right thigh wrapped in rope. Without saying a word, he brings his right hand up aiming for the bare part of his sub’s thigh.

Effectively finding where Louis wants to hit, he brings his hand down, hard.

Harry’s back arches off the bed, his mouth coming to an open as he tries not to make a sound, however he fails as a low groan escapes his mouth.

Louis begins to repeatedly alternate his spanking on each thigh, each swat and smack leaving nasty red handprints. Every hit causes Harry to jerk or clench, waiting for the next hit to come.

Once Louis gets to 15 on each thigh he walks away from Harry, making sure to create different sounds as he walks so Harry knows that he is still in the room. Once he gets to the opposite side of the room, Louis decides to prolong Harry’s wait, since he wants to make him anticipate when the next hit is going to happen. He wants Harry to not know when Louis will start again.
Instead of going back to the bed, Louis noisy walks over to the cupboard. Inside, Louis moves around a few items, pretending to grab something as he closes the door and walks back over to the side of the bed.

Louis gives Harry no warning again as he begins to slap his hand down onto Harry’s thighs. Each hit leads to another whimpers or moan or sob as Harry’s thighs grow a deeper shade of red. Since the inner thighs are an extremely sensitive area of the body, Louis keeps close attention to how Harry is reacting to each spank. Even though Louis trusts Harry to know his limits, he doesn't want to push Harry too far tonight since they did not plan ahead of time.

Usually they prepare a snack to have afterwards and leave it on the bedside table so Louis does not have to leave Harry once their scene is over, but tonight they did not prepare anything to have. And the last thing Louis would ever do is leave Harry when he is vulnerable in deep subspace. He would not forgive himself if he was the reason why Harry had a subdrop.

Even though Louis doesn’t want to push Harry too far over the edge, he does not go easy as he does the last few spanks with his hand. The handprints aren’t noticeable anymore since both of Harry's thighs are completely red and hot to the touch, but every hit of Louis’ hand leaves a white blob.

With the last spank Louis puts more force into it than all of the other ones. Instantly, Harry yelps out a sharp moan, his hands coming together to pull against the leather handcuffs, his legs falling completely open so his feet are no longer flat on the bed, instead they are in a butterfly like shape.

Laying his hands down onto the burning hot thighs, Louis bends down to brush his lips onto the sensitive skin. He is able to feel each twitch and sharp breath that Harry involuntarily lets out with his lips. He is able to feel what he did to Harry through his lips, and god, Louis loves this boy so much.

Once Louis is able to feel Harry’s breath calm down, he moves to pick up the riding crop. As if Harry is able to sense what Louis is doing, he begins to audibly sob.

“Why are you crying right now?”

More sobs leave Harry’s mouth. He becomes restless in his restraints again, trying to move as much as he can with his limited mobility.

“ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTION HARRY,” Louis yells in Harry’s face.

“I’M SCARED, DADDY!”

Louis just scoffs at Harry’s words. Through the past two years that they have been together, Harry has never disobeyed his Daddy as much as he has tonight. Harry decided to get himself into this mess, and he definitely is going to get his punishment for it, no matter how scared he is.

“This punishment is because of your actions, Harry. If you hadn’t begged for more repeatedly than we would not be dealing with this right now. Instead, I have to punish my greedy whore because you can’t be grateful for what you gets.”

“Unless you are coloring out then you are getting this punishment no matter what. What’s your color Harry?”

A few beats go by where the room is silent except for the heart that is beating in Louis’ ears. He has never pushed Harry this far as the longer Harry takes to answer, the more Louis becomes anxious that Harry is going to color out.

Instead, Harry confidently says “green,” silently bracing for the inevitable to happen.

With the riding crop in hand, Louis takes a few deep breaths before he tilts his wrist to slap the riding crop down onto the center of Harry’s thigh.

Harry’s reaction is instant as the leather meets his skin. The burn radiates from the center of the hit that blooms over his entire left thigh. The design of the crop creates an extra “bite” unlike the other crops that Harry has had on him, and the first hit creates unshed tears to roll down his cheeks before the blindfold soaks up the salty liquid.

Louis is relentless as he swats the crop down onto Harry’s abused thighs. Each hit causes Harry to try and bring his legs together to protect his thighs, and after the second time of Louis pushing his legs open, Louis gets into the bed so Harry’s feet are in between his legs as he kneels.

Putting his left hand and right knee on Harry’s knee, Louis continues with his swats, each hit all having the same force behind it. Just as Louis gets to 10 hits on each thigh, Harry lets out a piercing yell, his body shaking with the pain that he is receiving.

Louis immediately stops, dropping the crop onto the bed by Harry’s side.

Shakily, Louis asks, “What’s your color baby?”

“I CAN TAKE IT DADDY. PLEASE LET ME TAKE IT. I’M GREEN, DADDY I PROMISE. I DESERVE IT. I DESERVE IT. DADDY, PLEASE LET ME TAKE IT,” the boy yells out, his body still shaking persistently.

Louis takes a moment to himself. He can’t believe that the boy below him is his sub. He can’t believe that Harry so willingly submits to him, that he wants to be with him. Harry is a gift that was brought to Louis, and he feels so fucking grateful.

Picking up the crop again, Louis starts his spanks at the same velocity, never putting less force into a hit. Each hit causes Harry’s sounds to become louder and desperate, until his sound turns into a constant stream of yells. His body is no longer jolting with each hit, like his body has given up on fighting the torture.

With the last hit, Louis puts the most force into it like he had done with his hand. Right away he throws the crop to the ground, moving so he is right beside Harry. Removing his blindfold, Harry quietly sobs as he looks past Louis, tears running freely now that the blindfold is gone.

Louis brings his hands as they are cradling his subs head, actively causing Harry to move his eyes so that they meet together. Louis can see so much emotion swirling around, and all he wants to do is kiss the worry away.

“You did so well, baby.” Louis swiftly bends down to connect Harry’s wavering lips to his own. A gasp breaks out of Harry as the actions of their connection results in the dam that was holding back everything to come crashing down.

Heart wrenching sobs break through, neverending streams of tears trailing down Harry’s blotchy face. His body fights against everything that has happened. He fights against his restraints, his punishment, his actions. Harry’s mind starts to race through everything he has done, every order he disobeyed and every rule he broke.

Harry starts to whisper out unintelligible words. Louis can tell that his mouth is moving, but over the sobs that are echoing throughout the room, the few words do not make sense.

Louis moves even closer so there is nowhere else to look at other than each other's eyes. “What was that, baby?”

As one singular tear falls down, Harry begins to whisper louder. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“There is nothing to be sorry for anymore. I gave you your punishment baby and what has happened is forgiven now, okay? I don’t want to work yourself over this, baby.” Louis is quick to reassure Harry so his emotions don’t escalate to the point where they need to immediately stop the scene.

Luckily at Louis’ words, Harry begins to slowly take in breaths, maintaining eye contact the entire time. After a few deep breaths, Harry’s eyes start to clear up, the rich color of green becoming prominent under the warm glow of the bedside lamp.

Wordlessly, Louis moves away from Harry’s face, looking over the comforter to find the discarded lube and prostate vibrator exactly where he had left. Grabbing both items, Louis moves back over to Harry, this time in between his legs.

From his position Louis can see Harry’s full body. The way that his skin ripples with every shuddery breath, the light sheen of sweat that covers his entire body, and the drops of sweat that are rolling down his forehead.

Fuck, his beautiful face. Louis swears that every time he looks at Harry he falls in love over and over again. His face is so soft and rigid all in the perfect places, and his eyes are also a safe space for Louis. Everything about Harry is a safe place for Louis.

Quietly opening up the lube and slicking up the vibrator, Louis moves his hand so the tip is aligned with Harry’s open hole. Slowly Louis moves the vibrator in so the tip is resting is resting right along Harry’s spot, causing a soft exhale to release from him.

“You’re going to be a good boy this time, right baby?” Louis unhurriedly moves his hand so the tip drags against Harry’s walls. Every time Louis hits Harry's spot, he can feel Harry’s thighs switch with arousal.

Falling into a spacey headspace, Harry lazily moves his head up and down. “Yes Daddy, I’ll be a good boy for you.” He continues to move his head around, feeling the warmth of the stimulation flow through his body. His small movements don’t stop until Louis turns on the vibrator, swiftly moving the tip to align back with his prostate. All Harry can do in that moment is allow the pleasure to glide through his body, subdued whimpers filling the air every now and again.

Harry completely submits to Louis’ action, even when Louis moves his head so his mouth is hovering right over Harry’s forgotten cock. Harry doesn’t try to push his hips into Louis' mouth or start to beg for anything more. Instead he waits until Louis moves down so he can fully take in Harry’s dick.

The pleasure intensifies as Louis moves the vibrator around in minuscule circles to increase the pressure that is being put onto Harry’s swollen prostate. The tightness from Louis’ mouth also increases the difficulty to not thrust up either into Louis’ mouth or onto the vibrator.

But Harry does neither, he just lays there trusting Louis with his body, completely letting Louis have his body. He is not squirming or whining about needing more. His head is rested on the pillow, eyes softly closed and his legs stay spread open. Everything about Harry screams serene, even if his arousal is about to bubble over.

Louis switches his mouth to roughly jerk Harry off in time with every buzz that emits onto Harry’s prostate, testing to see how Harry reacts to the intense creation. But Harry continues to be good, his only reaction is the hitch of breath that echoes through the room, his breath momentarily stopping as he tries to control his orgasm.

Louis can tell that Harry is close and with each abrupt movement from his hand causes Harry to climb closer to the inevitable. Just when Harry is about to reach his peak, his mouth opening up to ask for permission, Louis releases his hand, leaving the vibrator pushed against where Harry wants it the most.

From in between Harry’s legs, Louis drags his teeth along Harry’s tortured thighs. “Do you want to come, baby?” Louis continues to drag his teeth, moving his now free hand to Harry’s thigh to leave pinches and Harry’s precum everywhere.

“Yes please, Daddy.” Harry squeaks out, his voice in between a beg and a whimper. Harry’s body becomes stiff as he tries to keep his orgasm at bay. With the vibrator and the reminder of what Louis did to him on his thighs pushes him to be on the edge of the cliff.

“Come.”

Instantly, Harry's body scrunches up as much as he is able to with his current predicament, and releases strong stripes to his torso. Each wave that courses through his body creates more come to shoot out, his orgasm feeling never ending.

Louis leaves the vibrator on, working it in and out of Harry’s quivering hole as his body shakes through his orgasm. Each pass of the tip causes Harry to convulse with the overstimulation. But Harry is good and doesn’t beg for Louis to stop. He takes the passion that Louis gives him even when the vibrations border on too much, even when his body works against him and involuntarily goes through another orgasm.

As the second wave hits through him, Harry lets out a sharp moan, his wrist pulling against the handcuffs as his entire body jolts through the surprise release. With his third orgasm of the night, he barely drips out any come as his spent cock lay tiredly on his frantic stomach.

From between Harry legs, Louis moves the vibrator out in shock of how Harry’s body reacted to the overstimulation. Moving the vibrator back onto the comforter, Louis sits up so he is able to fully look at Harry’s flushed face. His entire body is red, except for the white spots that are covered with the aftermath of Harry’s pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. I am so lucky to have you.” Leaning all the way up, Louis connects their lips for a sweet kiss. “You did so well.” Harry lets out a pleased hum, his eyes fluttering with the static that is floating throughout his head. His body feels light under Louis’ body, like he is floating above the bed.

Grabbing the lube again, Louis quickly wets his cock before he grabs under Harry’s hips and enters all the way until his hips are flush with Harrys. With Harry’s state, he only lets out a pastel breath as Louis on the other end lets out a deep groan as his dick finally gets some stimulation.

The warm lighting and the blurred distance between their two bodies creates a sensual experience between the two. The night that Louis had quickly planned turned out to be nothing like what is happening now. His plans went from wanting to pound Harry down into the mattress to only wanting to give him loving sex.

Harry is completely blissed out as Louis lifts Harry hips onto his lap, somehow allowing Louis to push in deeper. Just when Louis begins to thrust his hip into Harry, he is able to see the outline of his cock move in and out of Harry’s stomach.

Moving his hand so he can cradle Harry’s face, Louis continues with his slow thrust. “Look at your stomach baby, look at what your Daddy is doing to your body right now.” Looking down, Harry’s eyes widen as he takes in what's happening from the outside of his body. All Harry can do is let out small whimpers as he marvels in the intense wave of emotion he gets from the sight.

With his floaty mind, Harry knows what tonight is for. Tonight is created for marking. For claiming. For love and lust and everything in between. With every dig of a nail and pull of the rope, Louis is claiming Harry as his. And all Harry has to do is completely submit, and right now all Harry wants to do is just that.

Every fiber of Harry’s body was lighting up with Louis’ movements. The pleasure coursed through him, tingling from his toes to the tips of his fingers that clenched the cuffs. Harry’s cock is left untouched on his stomach, but in his state, Harry doesn’t think about anything other than Louis. Louis, Louis, Louis.
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“You can call me that love, but I know we would both enjoy you calling me Daddy instead.” Louis shifts his hips again so the bulge in Harry’s stomach increases and his cock brushes against Harry’s prostate in a delicious stripe.

“Mhh, yes, Daddy. I love you so much Daddy.” Harry rambles on, continuously pouring out his love as Louis moves deeper and deeper.

All of the emotion from his punishment and the softness that Louis is giving him leaves Harry writhing as his strikes of pleasure ripples through his body until he is second away from coming again. Louis quickens his thrust as he becomes close to, sensing that Harry is right on the edge.

‘Come with me baby.”

Immediately, Harry goes through the motions of an orgasm without releasing any come, every drop already on his stomach as Louis pushes in for the last time, releasing his load deep into Harry.

With his fogging mind, Harry feels the room come in and out with every shock and wave of pleasure. Maybe the French were correct to name an orgasm a little death. His body feels strung out and overworked, leaving a lump pile of limbs held together by rope on the bed. He kind of feels like he died and Louis brought him back again.

Still basking in the aftershocks, Louis is quick to grab the knot by Harry’s knee and release the rope around Harry’s thighs. Briskly, each rope unwinds until all is left is the red design left on Harry’s sensitive skin. Once both thighs are done, Louis moves up to undo the handcuffs, taking Harry’s arm one by one to lay at his side.

After each scene, they have both found out their likes and dislikes are in aftercare. Harry enjoys having his limbs stretched out, particularly after being tied up, and Louis needs to make sure that Harry is okay, both physically and mentally.

Softly grabbing at Harry’s thigh, Louis begins to move Harry’s leg at his hip to ease out any tension, repeating on both hips. Louis doesn't move on until he is able to feel both hips move without any resistance. Louis repeats the same motions on Harry’s arms, paying close attention to his wrist where the cuffs had dug in deeply.

Harry lays blissfully as Louis grabs a bottle of lotion from their nightstand, massaging in the lotion to mimic a full body massage. Each rub allows Harry to stay in his bubble of freedom as Louis creates a safe space for him to relax.

Once Louis is done with the lotion, he whispers to Harry that he will be right back. Even though he did not want to leave, there were a few things that Louis needed that were not in the room. Quickly Louis goes to the kitchen to grab a snack bowl and mixer bowl and a fork. Walking over to the fridge, Louis grabs a container of cut up fruit; strawberries, bananas and blueberries. After pouring some fruit into the bowl, Louis moves into the ensuite bathroom to fill up the mixer bowl with hot, soapy water. With two bowls and a washcloth gathered in his hands, Louis moves back into the room.

Still laying on his back, Harry looks peaceful as he continues to float in his healthy headspace, basking in all the happy chemicals that he was able to get with everything that had just occurred.

Setting the fruit and fork onto the table, Louis wrings out the washcloth before beginning to wipe down Harry. Louis starts with his face, wiping off any sweat or tears that had left on Harry’s beautiful features. Then Louis moves down to Harry's stomach, wringing the cloth out again as he wipes away all the come that trailed all over Harry’s torso. When Louis moves down to Harry’s ass, Harry begins to let out quiet giggles. His body is squirmy everywhere as Louis tries to clean up the come that is leaking out.

“What’s so funny baby?”

“I just love you so much!” Harry drunkenly exclaims, making a big show of blowing kisses with his hands.

“I love you so much too, Harry. You were such a good boy tonight, you know that, right?”

“Yes, Daddy. You were good too.” Harry continues to giggle as a blush rises on Louis’ cheek from the praise from Harry. Placing the washcloth back into the bowl, Louis grabs the fruit on the bedside table. “Up you go baby, you need to get something into your tummy.”

“You were in my tummy.”

A shocked laughter breaks out as Louis realizes what Harry means. “Okay, up you go, c’mon.” Louis helps Harry to rest against the headboard, bringing a cut up fruit to Harry's lips.

“Good boy.”

“Mhh, thank you but, you need to eat too, Daddy,” Harry pouts as he looks up at Louis through his lashes. Harry crosses his arms at Louis as he refuses to eat another bite of fruit. Instead, Louis moves the fork to his own mouth, taking in the slice of banana so Harry will continue to eat.

Sharing bites until the bowl is empty, Louis brings the comforter back onto the bed, choosing to forgo the shower until the morning. The last time Louis tried to get Harry into the shower when he was like this, they both ended up with bruises in the morning.

Harry snuggles into the comforter quickly, finding Louis’ body as pressing himself completely to Louis’ front. Louis wraps his arm over Harry’s waist so he is spooning him, creating the position that they can always find comfort in.

Tomorrow they will wake up and they will both think about the night before, and the most memorable part will be the moment right before they fall asleep. Where their heartbeats lineup and their breathing calms down. The moment where they melt into one another until there is no space between them except the love that flows throughout.

Notes:

Again, thank you so much for reading!

Honestly, this was very rushed together as college threw me into a whirlwind. I'm hoping that after finals I can come back and edit anything that I didn't catch the first time, and maybe change the ending a little bit since it feels a little rushed to me (or maybe I will like it once I get my eyes off of the same thing???) Anyhow, If there are any major mistakes please let me know, I will greatly appreciate it!