after re-reading some smut done by other writers my self-esteem for smut-writing has dropped drastically. BUT I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY THIS!

[WARNING: HEAVY HEAVY HEAVY SEXUAL CONTENT👅💦😏]

For those who don't like sexual content just don't read the damn chapter because the whole thing is just sexual content nothing else happens😌

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S C A R L E T T 💣

"Do you want to try something different?" Harry broke away from the kiss to speak, gazing down at me with bright wild eyes.

"Like what?" I responded, breathless from the heavy making out we were currently doing.

After the 'lap dance' Harry gave me, we did nothing but lie in bed and make out, occasionally grinding every now and then but we weren't taking it further than that for now. I supposed we felt like we had all the time in the world, deciding to take the foreplay slow and see where it goes from then on. Harry's raspy voice pulled me out of my thoughts when he suggested something I have never tried before.

"How do you feel about being tied up?" he asked me with a smirk, his words sinking into head as I frowned lightly.

"Like bondage?"

"Exactly," he murmured lowly, staring at me with this dark lustful look in his eyes as he grasped my wrists with his hands and pulled them over my head. "I could tie your wrists up like this and have my way with you, give you the best birthday present ever," he whispered huskily into my ear, lips brushing it lightly as a shudder ran down my spine due to his words.

"Let's try it," I said without hesitation, watching Harry's smirk grow while he pushed himself off the bed to search for something to tie my wrists up.

He swung open the doors of the wardrobe, before rummaging through what was inside. He turned around, a sleek black tie wrapped around his ring-clad fingers. I was quickly reminded of the time I walked in on him and Natalie together, the shock was evident on my face when I found out he was into BDSM, or at least a mild version of it. I cringed inwardly at the memory, but it quickly disappeared when my gaze landed on Harry who crawled onto the bed.

My wrists were pulled above my head, secured to the headboard with the tie laced up tightly. Again, another memory flashed before my eyes causing me to inhale sharply. I was painfully reminded of the time I almost got raped by Andrei, the way my wrists were tied up now reminded me of how they were shackled over my head. My eyes squeezed shut as I pushed the memory away, locking it up and telling myself that I should forget it and relax. I reassured myself that when Harry starts doing whatever he was gonna do, I'll forget about the horrific memory quickly.

"Ready?" Harry's voice brought me out of my thoughts, a sweet smile dipping into his lips as he stared down at me. I managed to smile back, before his eyebrows shot up and a huge smirk crawled onto his lips.

"What?" I questioned, knowing he just got an idea. That was his 'I got an idea' look.

"I think it'll be more fun if you're blindfolded," he suggested, his bright eyes glinting with mischief.

I contemplated the idea over, pursing my lips as I remembered the numerous times I was blindfolded while training at Omega. It was a piece of cake. But this, blindfolded while being teased and most probably while being fucked. Part of me wasn't sure if I could handle it, but the other part of me was excited, urging me to try something new for once in my life. I nodded in agreement once I made my decision, watching Harry's smirk widen before he left the bed again.

He came back with a black blindfold in his hands, where he got that from was a mystery to me, but my vision was soon blocked when he pulled it over my eyes. My lips were soon captured by Harry's soft ones, his tongue dragging lazily across my lower lip before sliding into my mouth. He swiped his tongue against mine lightly, before pulling out and sinking his teeth into my lower lip gently. He tugged it backwards, before letting go, popping it back into place.

The loss of sight was already frustrating me as I felt his lips trail along my jawline, leaving soft wet kisses in his path before he came down to my neck. My breathing got heavier as he gradually began to leave more hot messy kisses onto my skin, sucking and rolling his tongue to create love bites. He moved onto my chest, his wet ruby lips kissing the skin of my collarbones while his calloused hands ran up the sides of my bare thighs, his touch arousing me further.

"Harry," I whimpered unintentionally, my wrists automatically tugging on the tie as my back arched when he bit into my collarbone. All I wanted to do was to run my fingers through his silky locks while he did what he did.

He hummed in response, his hands and lips leaving me momentarily. I frowned at the loss of contact, wondering what was happening. But then he came down over me again; pressing his body against mine, dipping his head into the curve of my neck to bite the skin there as he lightly rolled his hips, bulge rubbing against my sex. My lips parted at his sudden actions, realizing that he was shirtless when I felt his bare skin touch mine through my exposed slip on.

His lips shifted low once again, kissing my torso through the satin as his hands came up to squeeze my breasts through the lace part of the slip. A soft moan escaped my parted lips as I felt my arousal pool in my panties, my wrists tugging again at the tie while I felt anticipation building up inside of me. I felt his hands pushing my slip on up, revealing my lower half. Soft whimpers tumbled from my lips when I felt his mouth leave wet open-mouthed kisses on my flat stomach, right over the band of my panties.

I felt his hands and lips leave me again, the bed creaked indicating that he was kneeling between my legs now. His finger hooked into the side of my panties; pulling it up before letting it go to snap back against my hip, a tiny groan of satisfaction leaving Harry's lips.

"I wanna fuck you with these on," he growled lowly, moving his hand to cup my clothed sex firmly, causing my breath to halt in my chest.

"Then do it," I said impatiently, pressing my lips together as I felt that throbbing ache down there for him. The lack of vision and my restrictions were getting on my nerves now, I wanted nothing more than to rip this tie and blindfold off me. But I guess this was part of the whole bondage and blindfolding thing.

"Patience my love," he murmured lowly, his thumb tracing my hipbone while he grasped my hip. "Getting a little restless are we?" he teased, running a finger down my clothed slit, feeling the area where I was soaking through the material.

"Harry, do something," I let out a little whine, my hips twitching he pressed his thumb against my clit through my panties.

"Hmm, beg for it," he commanded, his voice incredibly low and raspy as I pursed my lips. His demeanor changed now that he had more control over me, I was kind of excited to see where this would go if I didn't listen to what he said.

"I don't beg, Harry," I let out a chuckle, already imagining a scowl appearing on his face due to my words.

I gasped in surprised when he suddenly grabbed my hips, twisting my body to the side. I was laid on my side, my brows pulling low in confusion before they shot up, a gasp flying out of my lips when his hand came down sharply on my ass. A loud smack echoed throughout the room, the flesh of my ass stinging wildly. He did again. Three times. When I was moved onto my back again, I hissed lightly at the ache in my ass from making contact with the mattress. My ass was sensitive.

Even though his rough actions hurt me, I was majorly turned on, over-whelmed, as I had never experienced something as sexually exciting as this. The change in his demeanor excited me too, the way he was acting rough with his actions and words causing my arousal to pool in my panties as I breathed heavily, waiting for his next move. I felt his lips pressed against my ear, parting to speak.

"Don't worry baby girl. I'll make you beg," he rasped lowly, before pulling away.

Excitement flooded my body when I felt his fingers tug my panties down my thighs, leaving me bare except for the satin slip on that covered the upper half of my body. The bed shifted and creaked, giving me the impression that Harry was moving downwards, confirmed when I felt his lips against my inner thighs. His tongue dragged up the skin of my inner thighs, the heat making my cheeks flush as he pulled my legs apart and spread me wider.

A soft moan escaped my lips when I felt Harry's tongue dip into my dripping sex, the wet heat causing me to fall into a dull haze. His tongue moved in a slow sultry motion, dragging up and down my slit, never neglecting my c.lit. My body flushed with heat every time he shifted his hot tongue in a zigzag motion down my heated core. Whimpers and moans tumbled from my swollen lips as my back arched, wrists tugging on the tie that had me bound to the headboard as my head fell back in pleasure.

"Harry, fuck, right there," I inhaled sharply, my hips jolting when the tip of his tongue teased the area underneath my c.lit.

He smirked against me, his lips placing a sloppy kiss on my c.lit, before sucking it into his mouth nosily. The sinful sound of his lips on my sex filled my ears, arousing me even further as I began to imagine what he looked like at that moment. My orgasm was inching closer as my mind started thinking about the way his sharp jaw would move as he ate me out, eyes closed to focus solely on making me release.

As soon as I thought about the way he would usually flick his gaze upwards to meet mine, pupils dilated and full of lust and desire while my fingers would lace into his curls, had me gasping loudly when I suddenly hit my high. My hips bucked into his face, before he pushed the palms of his hands firmly down against my hips, holding them down as he finished me off with his tongue. With another swipe of his tongue against my c.lit, I was done for, heavy breaths escaping my lips as my head fell back, tired from the orgasm I had just experienced.

He placed a final kiss on my bare pubis, before I felt his touch leave me again. I knew what was going to come next; it was blatantly obvious when I felt the head of his cock glide up my still wet folds. He tapped my c.lit with it, making my hips twitch as he dragged the head of his cock down my dripping sex before sliding right into me with ease. A low groan was emitted from his throat as he shifted his hips forwards, driving into me slowly and deeply.

My back arched off the mattress, legs spreading wider as I inhaled sharply, feeling the blood rush in my veins as he fucked me hard and slow. His pace grew faster gradually; his cock pounding into me with force as harsh grunts escaped his lips while soft moans tumbled from mine. His hand dipped under my lace slip, hot palm dragging up the side of my body before brushing his thumb against my nipple. I sucked in a sharp breath at the feeling, jaw slackening when his fingers wrapped around my breast and squeezed.

"Scarlett," he groaned heavily, moving his hips sharp and fast, the tip of his cock striking that spot inside of me that had my bounded wrists tugging hard.

"Harry," I moaned, rolling my head to the side as I felt my body lurch, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he pounded into me. "Untie me, please," I breathed, frustrated when he didn't respond.

I felt his hand rest near my head, his body hovering over mine as his lips captured mine, moving in rhythm with his hips as he slowed down his pace a tad bit. I felt his hand cup my jaw firmly, before reaching behind my head and pulled the blindfold off. His lips broke away from mine to gaze into my eyes, the sudden access to my vision having me overwhelmed for a second, before I quickly adjusted and lifted my head to push my lips against his.

He kissed me for a few seconds, tongue rolling against mine sultrily as I felt his cock push into me, pulling out a bit before pushing back into me again. He pulled away from me, staring down into my eyes with a dark lustful look as his hips snapped, driving into me. I was glad he finally took the damn blindfold off me, even though I was still tied up, I could at least watch him while he continued with his movements.

My bottom lip was caught between my teeth as my gaze studied him. I was mesmerized by the way his bottom lip hung low, soft grunts escaping his mouth as my eyes travelled down his body. His tattooed bronzed skin had a thin sheen of sweat covering it, making him glow in the dim light as my eyes lingered around his lower half, watching the muscles in his stomach contract as he moved his hips fluidly.

Our orgasms inched closer as he tugged my leg over his shoulder, holding my other ankle near his right hip as he drove his cock impossibly deep into me. When our gazes met, my eyes held a pleading look, wanting nothing more than to touch him and feel him under the palms of my hands.

"Harry, please, untie me," I cried in pleasure, my wrists tugging and twisting harshly. "I want to touch you, please."

"I don't beg, huh?" he teased with a smirk, mocking me using my words from before when he told me to beg. I grunted in frustrated, staring up at him with a tight glare on my face before it contorted with pleasure when he sunk his cock deep into me. "Beg again, I wanna hear it."

"Harry," I spoke lowly, in a warning tone, but he remained unfazed, his cheeky smirk covering his flushed face as he suddenly stilled his hips. "Harry!"

"I'm not moving until you beg again baby," he responded huskily, cock still deep inside me as he waited with a smirk. "C'mon Scar, beg," he whispered the last word; sliding his hands under my lace slip and up my body as he smirked maliciously at me.

My body heated up at his touch, aroused to the limit when he suddenly squeezed my breasts, before rolling his thumbs over the hardened tip. But I remained grounded, part of me wanting to see what he would do if I resisted, the other part of me screaming at me to beg for the pleasure. His face stayed an inch away from mine, his devious jade eyes gazing deep, glinting mischievously as he shifted his hips ever so slightly, cock impaling me even further. I inhaled sharply at the feeling, the part of me wanting to beg almost winning, but I still resisted, gazing up at him with a tight expressionless face.

"All you have to do is beg, my love, then I'll make you cum so hard, you'll remember it for days," he murmured lowly and sultrily, just the sultry tone of his deep raspy voice making me quiver, the feeling of his cock inside of me driving me insane.

"Fuck," I cursed unintentionally, feeling my body shake, surprising me completely that I was about to orgasm just by hearing his voice and feeling his still cock inside of me.

"Scarlett," he sang huskily, his hand trailing down to press two fingers against my clit. I inhaled sharply at the feeling, my face flushing as he began to rub. "Don't make me make you beg."

"Harry," I whispered as he began to rub harder, keeping his hips still as he only worked his fingers against my c.lit, teasing and torturing the sensitive nub. I was losing control now. "Harry, oh fuck!"

"You know what you have to do," he responded with that damned smirk of his, drawing harsh circles into my c.lit as I felt my orgasm inching closer than ever.

I began to move my hips automatically, drawing them back to feel his cock pull out but he immediately gripped one of them tightly, pinning it down to the mattress with a growl as he continued to play with my c.lit. His fingers worked mercilessly, the way he flicked them against my c.lit immediately causing pleas and moans to escape my lips. Tears dotted the corners of my eyes as my body began to shake, thighs quivering, cheeks flushing wildly while he pushed me to my orgasm. The pleasure was mind-blowing.

But suddenly, it all stopped. Everything began to fade away. I was so close.

A breath was drawn into my lungs as my eyes shot open after being screwed shut in pleasure. Harry gazed down at me with a cheeky smile, sucking on his arousal-covered fingers when I felt a huge mixture of emotions flood my body. He was only touching me to make me beg. Fucking bastard.

"Hearing you beg is like music to my ears," he chuckled with a wide smile when my face formed a vicious glare.

"You're so lucky my hands are tied up right now," I snarled, feeling the frustration build up in me when he laughed even more. "You're fucking sadistic."

"I'm sorry baby," he apologized, no sincerity evident in his tone at all.

"Apology not accepted," I huffed, wanting nothing more than to strangle this man for not letting me cum.

But my anger soon started to dissipate when he moved his hips, cock slowly driving in and out of me. His lips came down to kiss my flushed face, almost like he was apologizing for his actions with every tiny kiss he left before his lips captured mine again. I was being resistant again, but he soon forced his way into my mouth with his tongue, dipping in and kissing me slowly and gently. All anger and frustration disappeared when the pleasure started to fill my exhausted body again, soft moans tumbling from my lips while my wrists tugged again and again.

Harry noticed this; his movements paused once again momentarily, his hands moving to quickly untie the tie that had me bounded to the headboard. As soon as my hands were free, I grabbed his face, tugging it downwards to kiss him roughly. As our lips stay joined, his arms wrapped around my torso and pulled me up, tucking his arms under my thighs and lifting me up while he kneeled on the bed. My arms automatically circled around his broad shoulders holding onto him as he began to lightly bounce me on his cock.

The noise of my ass hitting his balls and thighs echoed throughout the room as he fucked me in this new position, sinking into me incredibly deep and hitting my g-spot. My forehead was pinned against his as we exhaled heavily. I was surprised I was managing to hold onto my second orgasm for quite some time. I was pulled out of my thoughts when Harry suddenly let out a hot moan, breathing heavily against my lips as he released before me.

His thrusts were sloppy as he pushed himself to the edge, riding out his orgasm while I felt mine approaching quickly. He paused his movements for a second to catch his breath after his exhausting orgasm, smirking when I let out a tiny whine, silently begging for him to continue so I could release. He set me down again, much to my confusion, before quickly flipping my body so I was on my stomach.

I quickly scrambled to my hands and knees, pushing myself up just as his cock pushed back into me. His pace was rough and fast this time, solely focused on making me release as he slammed his hips into me. Tears of pleasure blurred my vision as my moans grew louder, completely overwhelmed by how this intimate session turned out so rough and hot. A spank to my already reddened ass ripped me out of my thoughts as Harry drove himself so deep, he hit that magical spot inside of me that caused me to moan out loud.

"You like that, huh baby?" he rasped lowly with a smirk, breathlessly chuckling as I flicked my gaze over his shoulder to watch him.

"Yes, oh fuck Harry," I gasped, feeling my body shaking wildly as I struggled to hold myself up.

Harry noticed this, pushing his knees between my legs to keep me spread apart as he pulled my body up. My back was pressed against Harry's front, his cock still pounding into me from the back as his hands tugged the top of my lace slip on downwards to reveal my breasts. Both of his hands squeezed them firmly as I cupped his cheek from the side, before sliding my hand to grip the nape of his neck.

His hand moved down to grip my hip, before I held it there for support, feeling the fingers of his other hand tease my slit. I gasped when he rubbed harsh circles into my clit, encouraging me to cum; and I did. My orgasm hit me out of nowhere, a mix between a gasp and a moan escaping my lips as I squeezed my eyes shut, my bottom lip hanging low. I dropped down onto the bed, fingers fisting the sheets as my back arched, ass pushing back onto him while I rode out my orgasm. It was mind shattering.

My body finally relaxed once I was down, gasps for breath leaving me as I tried to regain my composure, but it was impossible. Harry had completely worn me out. He pulled out of me, allowing me to plop onto the bed on my back. A grin made its way on his face, his dimple popping out as he moved on top of my body, holding himself up as he stared down at me. He ducked down to kiss the corner of my lips, before moving to kiss my own, only giving them a firm peck because he knew my breathlessness wouldn't help me in keeping up with a kiss right now.

"Fuck," I breathed euphorically, my entire body in bliss as I tried to form any thoughts on what just happened. I still had my lace slip on covering my sweaty body, which miraculously stayed on after all our intimate activities.

"You're crying," he murmured worriedly all of a sudden, his thumb coming up to drag the tear away from the corner of one eye. "Did I hurt you? Maybe I was too rough-"

"No, Harry it's nothing. Still pissed at you for what you did though," I told him with a disapproving frown. He pouted in an apologetic way, lips coming down to kiss mine sweetly.

"I'm truly sorry. I kind of got carried away, you know I used to be into this stuff a lot," he mumbled sheepishly, his words clearing away my annoyance for what he did.

"It's fine. You made up for it anyways," I murmured reluctantly, watching his sad pout transform into a grin.

"I was that good, huh?" he snickered, biting his reddened bottom lip as he stared down at me. I simply hummed in response, still pretty overwhelmed to say anything.

"It was the best orgasm I've ever had," I whispered, watching his smirk widen.

"Good because that was your real birthday present from me," he smiled cheekily, before speaking again.

"Thank you," I murmured with a smile, raising my head to kiss him.

"Happy birthday, baby girl."

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can I like pls have this birthday gift? Harry included of course😫😫😫

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