Hit Me Like That - PoynterJudd - Standalone
Title: Hit Me Like That
Author: Olivia
Part: 1/1
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: PoynterJudd
Genre: Smut with some fluff at the end
Summary:Harry teaches Dougie that yes, he really is his whore.
Disclaimer: Not true. Don’t own them, if I did, would I really be writing this?
“Harry listen to me” I yelled, trying to grab his attention from the cricket match flicking across the television. “Have you forgotten what today is?” I walked in front of the screen, trying to force Harry to listen.
“Uh… Saturday?” he said without blinking, taking a swig from his beer before placing it into the pile of rubbish that has accumulated from the past couple of days.
“Its our anniversary” I yelled, switching the television off. Sure I loved my boyfriend, but sometimes he could be such a pig. It had been days since Harry last shaved-or showered. He had been sitting on the couch in his own filth since the cricket started and he hadn’t changed his clothes since god knows when.
“I was watching that” he spitefully said, his eyes glaring at me.
“You WERE watching that” I yelled, anger unintentionally spilling out from me, my hands running through my sandy hair in frustration.
“Turn it back on or else,” he said through gritted teeth, opening another bottle of beer and sculling it.
“Or else what, Harry?” I yelled back, I could feel the veins in my neck sticking out. “You’ll PAY some maid to do it for you?”
Harry’s wealth had always been a sore topic between us. Our house was furnished with only the finest, most expensive things Harry could find. All I had wanted was a small house with basic furniture. But no, Harry got his way, as per usual, and I was miserable.
“I paid for everything in this fucking house” Harry roared, finally rising onto his legs, “And you better fucking appreciate it”
“Oh I do Harry” my voice was thick with sarcasm as I moved over to a table were a crystal vase sat. “Like this vase, for example” I said picking up the heavy vase in my small hands. “I really don’t know what I’d do without this vase,” I said simply before throwing it into the ground near Harry’s feet and watching it shatter into a million pieces.
Harry glared at me, stuck to the spot as I walked into the conjoined kitchen area, the only one on this level of the fucking mansion.
“Or these plates” I picked up the porcelain plated Harry had imported from god knows where. “I’m not actually allowed to use these plates,” I said admiring the pretty pattern decorating it. “I can’t imagine what my life would be like without them”.
I threw the pile of plates on the floor below me. The pieces scattering everywhere somehow eliciting pleasure from deep inside me. I was sick of living like a fucking royal. I was tired of the expensive items that were never used, just purchased for Harry’s own sense of achievement.
“Or these glasses” I said fingering the delicate crystal of a full set of alcoholic glasses. “I don’t even know what half are these are supposed to be used for” I picked up an odd shaped glass and flicked it to the floor. “I’m really going to miss that glass” I sighed, staring at the rainbow reflected off of the slithers of glass, before pushing the rest of the glasses onto the floor.
I looked back at Harry, his eyes plastered on the marble bench top beside me. That bench top being one of the most expensive pieces of stone ever, it was coincidently the ugliest. I smiled, I was about to ruin Harry’s beloved bench top, and I was going to enjoy every second of it. I moved over to the knife block and pulled out the largest knife, and sat on the bench top.
“You wouldn’t dare” he spat, slowly walking over to me, his hands clenched by his sides, his teeth gritted together.
“Wouldn’t I?” I said before bringing the tip of the knife down to the marble and scratching the stone.
“You fucking bastard” Harry growled, running towards me and throwing me off the counter and onto the ground. I lost my breath as my body pounded onto the glass shards, my skin tearing and blood staining my shirt.
“Who do you think you are?” He spat at me, kicking me in the ribs, pain surging through my chest “Your just a whore to me” Harry tried to kick me in ribs again, but I grabbed his leg and pulled him down into the shattered glass.
I slowly leant over to Harry, the only sound being the clatter of glass dropping from my back and onto the floor. He was lying on his back, his eyes closed in pain. I rolled on top of him, straddling him, my chest pounding.
I grasped his shirt in my hand pulling Harry up, his body lifting from the floor before I slammed him back down.
“I’m not your fucking whore,” I yelled at Harry, slightly worried. His eyes were closed and he wasn’t reacting to the pain I inflicted on him. “Harry” I yelled pounding his chest.
I gasped as Harry suddenly moved his arm out, clenching a shard of porcelain before taking a swing at my face. I could barely feel the pain of the gash; all I could feel was the warm blood sliding down my cheek.
“Bastard” I hissed at Harry clenching my fist and colliding it with his jaw. My knuckles cracked, and so did Harry’s jaw. I pulled my fist into my chest, cradling the bloody skin, smirking as I saw the blood trickling down Harry’s wounded lip.
“I’m not your whore,” I said, grinding my crotch against his, to emphasis my point. My heart was pounding like crazy; I could hear my pulse taunting me in my ear.
“Yes you are” Harry breathlessly sneered, his hands moving towards my hips. “And you fucking love it” He said, licking his lips, wiping the blood away from his mouth, thrusting his hips up into mine.
“Ugh” I chocked, I could feel myself hardening, and fuck, fighting with Harry was turning me on so much. I moved off Harry, only enough to rid myself of both my jeans and my boxers. I could hear the clinking of the broken glass moving beneath me with every move I made.
I straddled Harry again, his pants also somehow removed, and our lengths rubbing together causing a wave of pleasure to run through me. I ran my sharp nails down his perfect creamy chest, clawing the stretched skin around his hipbones.
“Fuck” I leant down into Harry’s ear, shuddering as his short nails tear at my bum, pushing my hips roughly into his. “Fuck” I hissed again, this time biting down hard on Harry’s collarbone.
A long animalistic growl left Harry’s throat, one hand leaving my ass and clasped my hair, pulling my lips away from his collarbone and forcing them onto his. Our tongues fought together, lost in the moment, until Harry’s finger starting probing my entrance.
“Stop” I whispered, grinding my hips into Harry’s and away from his finger. “I don’t care about the pain,” I whispered gliding my fingernails over Harry’s chest, skin tearing beneath me. “I just want to be tight for you” I panted into his mouth, our lips grazing each other’s as I spoke.
I pulled myself away from Harry, licking my lips as I did so. The taste of Harry’s blood erotically lingered on my tongue as I spat onto my hand, wiping it along Harry’s cock. I kneeled above him, forgetting the pain of the shattered glass pushing into my knees, and slowly impaling myself onto Harry.
The only noise surrounding us was my heavy pants as I rode Harry slowly, being sure to drag out every slide for maximum pleasure. My whole body, every nerve ending and every muscle fibre screaming for more as Harry’s slick cock moved inside of me.
I gasped loudly feeling Harry move his hands up to my hips and pressing his blunt nails into my skin, destroying the skin. I moved my head back and my hips forward, moving into Harry’s rough touch, loving every second. His nails continually ran across my hips-never hard enough to break the skin while he pushed me down on him.
Harry brought his lip between his teeth, sucking lightly on the blood as he watched, mesmerised by the motion of me riding him. I could hear him growling to himself as he begun moving his hips up to mine, the force of the short thrusts sending short bust of electricity through my veins, and started entering my bones.
I clenched teeth while I threw back my head, closing my eyes in a desperate attempt to hold of my inevitable orgasm. Harry’s consistent thrusts started getting faster, his nails dug into my hips and I could feel a warm explosion running through my body. The warm liquid filled me, intensifying the surges of energy that were coursing through me. I finally came, hot liquid spluttering out over Harry’s chest and a strangled moan fleeing from my tight lips.
“Fuck” I breathed out harshly, trying to regain a normal breathing rate. I sat contently on Harry, not wanting him to pull out, I loved the feeling of him inside me. I looked deep into his blue eyes as I felt his hands slide up my back tangle within my damp hair.
“Lick it,” he grunted, using my hair as leverage and pushing me down onto the opaque liquid I had covered his chest with. I took my time, my tongue lapping up the mess slowly, moving up towards Harry’s hard nipples. I paid special attention to the bud, slowly circling my tongue around it before sucking and nibbling lightly on it. I moved to the other one, which was hidden by my creamy substance, I licked it onto my tongue and brought my lips to Harry’s, pushing my tongue in him and sharing the taste.
“Happy anniversary” I sighed, pulling away from Harry’s rough face and snuggling into his chest. My eyes closed and my body melted into Harry’s, until his loud laugher filled the room.
“Our anniversary isn’t until tomorrow” he chuckled, running his hands through my hair as I buried my humiliation in his chest.
“In that case I’m sorry about the glasses… and the plates… and the bench top” I sighed avoiding Harry’s gaze. I was humiliated enough without him telling me I am overemotional.
“We can always buy new ones” Harry shrugged. His playful eyes connected with my glaring ones. “Kidding… jeez,” he muttered quietly earning a pinch.
“That hurt” Harry pouted, rubbing the skin, which was turning a light red colour contrasting to his silky skin.
“What about your jaw? I hit it pretty hard” I said moving the tips of my fingers over the already bruised skin.
“I love it when you hit me like that”
Author: Olivia
Part: 1/1
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: PoynterJudd
Genre: Smut with some fluff at the end
Summary:Harry teaches Dougie that yes, he really is his whore.
Disclaimer: Not true. Don’t own them, if I did, would I really be writing this?
“Harry listen to me” I yelled, trying to grab his attention from the cricket match flicking across the television. “Have you forgotten what today is?” I walked in front of the screen, trying to force Harry to listen.
“Uh… Saturday?” he said without blinking, taking a swig from his beer before placing it into the pile of rubbish that has accumulated from the past couple of days.
“Its our anniversary” I yelled, switching the television off. Sure I loved my boyfriend, but sometimes he could be such a pig. It had been days since Harry last shaved-or showered. He had been sitting on the couch in his own filth since the cricket started and he hadn’t changed his clothes since god knows when.
“I was watching that” he spitefully said, his eyes glaring at me.
“You WERE watching that” I yelled, anger unintentionally spilling out from me, my hands running through my sandy hair in frustration.
“Turn it back on or else,” he said through gritted teeth, opening another bottle of beer and sculling it.
“Or else what, Harry?” I yelled back, I could feel the veins in my neck sticking out. “You’ll PAY some maid to do it for you?”
Harry’s wealth had always been a sore topic between us. Our house was furnished with only the finest, most expensive things Harry could find. All I had wanted was a small house with basic furniture. But no, Harry got his way, as per usual, and I was miserable.
“I paid for everything in this fucking house” Harry roared, finally rising onto his legs, “And you better fucking appreciate it”
“Oh I do Harry” my voice was thick with sarcasm as I moved over to a table were a crystal vase sat. “Like this vase, for example” I said picking up the heavy vase in my small hands. “I really don’t know what I’d do without this vase,” I said simply before throwing it into the ground near Harry’s feet and watching it shatter into a million pieces.
Harry glared at me, stuck to the spot as I walked into the conjoined kitchen area, the only one on this level of the fucking mansion.
“Or these plates” I picked up the porcelain plated Harry had imported from god knows where. “I’m not actually allowed to use these plates,” I said admiring the pretty pattern decorating it. “I can’t imagine what my life would be like without them”.
I threw the pile of plates on the floor below me. The pieces scattering everywhere somehow eliciting pleasure from deep inside me. I was sick of living like a fucking royal. I was tired of the expensive items that were never used, just purchased for Harry’s own sense of achievement.
“Or these glasses” I said fingering the delicate crystal of a full set of alcoholic glasses. “I don’t even know what half are these are supposed to be used for” I picked up an odd shaped glass and flicked it to the floor. “I’m really going to miss that glass” I sighed, staring at the rainbow reflected off of the slithers of glass, before pushing the rest of the glasses onto the floor.
I looked back at Harry, his eyes plastered on the marble bench top beside me. That bench top being one of the most expensive pieces of stone ever, it was coincidently the ugliest. I smiled, I was about to ruin Harry’s beloved bench top, and I was going to enjoy every second of it. I moved over to the knife block and pulled out the largest knife, and sat on the bench top.
“You wouldn’t dare” he spat, slowly walking over to me, his hands clenched by his sides, his teeth gritted together.
“Wouldn’t I?” I said before bringing the tip of the knife down to the marble and scratching the stone.
“You fucking bastard” Harry growled, running towards me and throwing me off the counter and onto the ground. I lost my breath as my body pounded onto the glass shards, my skin tearing and blood staining my shirt.
“Who do you think you are?” He spat at me, kicking me in the ribs, pain surging through my chest “Your just a whore to me” Harry tried to kick me in ribs again, but I grabbed his leg and pulled him down into the shattered glass.
I slowly leant over to Harry, the only sound being the clatter of glass dropping from my back and onto the floor. He was lying on his back, his eyes closed in pain. I rolled on top of him, straddling him, my chest pounding.
I grasped his shirt in my hand pulling Harry up, his body lifting from the floor before I slammed him back down.
“I’m not your fucking whore,” I yelled at Harry, slightly worried. His eyes were closed and he wasn’t reacting to the pain I inflicted on him. “Harry” I yelled pounding his chest.
I gasped as Harry suddenly moved his arm out, clenching a shard of porcelain before taking a swing at my face. I could barely feel the pain of the gash; all I could feel was the warm blood sliding down my cheek.
“Bastard” I hissed at Harry clenching my fist and colliding it with his jaw. My knuckles cracked, and so did Harry’s jaw. I pulled my fist into my chest, cradling the bloody skin, smirking as I saw the blood trickling down Harry’s wounded lip.
“I’m not your whore,” I said, grinding my crotch against his, to emphasis my point. My heart was pounding like crazy; I could hear my pulse taunting me in my ear.
“Yes you are” Harry breathlessly sneered, his hands moving towards my hips. “And you fucking love it” He said, licking his lips, wiping the blood away from his mouth, thrusting his hips up into mine.
“Ugh” I chocked, I could feel myself hardening, and fuck, fighting with Harry was turning me on so much. I moved off Harry, only enough to rid myself of both my jeans and my boxers. I could hear the clinking of the broken glass moving beneath me with every move I made.
I straddled Harry again, his pants also somehow removed, and our lengths rubbing together causing a wave of pleasure to run through me. I ran my sharp nails down his perfect creamy chest, clawing the stretched skin around his hipbones.
“Fuck” I leant down into Harry’s ear, shuddering as his short nails tear at my bum, pushing my hips roughly into his. “Fuck” I hissed again, this time biting down hard on Harry’s collarbone.
A long animalistic growl left Harry’s throat, one hand leaving my ass and clasped my hair, pulling my lips away from his collarbone and forcing them onto his. Our tongues fought together, lost in the moment, until Harry’s finger starting probing my entrance.
“Stop” I whispered, grinding my hips into Harry’s and away from his finger. “I don’t care about the pain,” I whispered gliding my fingernails over Harry’s chest, skin tearing beneath me. “I just want to be tight for you” I panted into his mouth, our lips grazing each other’s as I spoke.
I pulled myself away from Harry, licking my lips as I did so. The taste of Harry’s blood erotically lingered on my tongue as I spat onto my hand, wiping it along Harry’s cock. I kneeled above him, forgetting the pain of the shattered glass pushing into my knees, and slowly impaling myself onto Harry.
The only noise surrounding us was my heavy pants as I rode Harry slowly, being sure to drag out every slide for maximum pleasure. My whole body, every nerve ending and every muscle fibre screaming for more as Harry’s slick cock moved inside of me.
I gasped loudly feeling Harry move his hands up to my hips and pressing his blunt nails into my skin, destroying the skin. I moved my head back and my hips forward, moving into Harry’s rough touch, loving every second. His nails continually ran across my hips-never hard enough to break the skin while he pushed me down on him.
Harry brought his lip between his teeth, sucking lightly on the blood as he watched, mesmerised by the motion of me riding him. I could hear him growling to himself as he begun moving his hips up to mine, the force of the short thrusts sending short bust of electricity through my veins, and started entering my bones.
I clenched teeth while I threw back my head, closing my eyes in a desperate attempt to hold of my inevitable orgasm. Harry’s consistent thrusts started getting faster, his nails dug into my hips and I could feel a warm explosion running through my body. The warm liquid filled me, intensifying the surges of energy that were coursing through me. I finally came, hot liquid spluttering out over Harry’s chest and a strangled moan fleeing from my tight lips.
“Fuck” I breathed out harshly, trying to regain a normal breathing rate. I sat contently on Harry, not wanting him to pull out, I loved the feeling of him inside me. I looked deep into his blue eyes as I felt his hands slide up my back tangle within my damp hair.
“Lick it,” he grunted, using my hair as leverage and pushing me down onto the opaque liquid I had covered his chest with. I took my time, my tongue lapping up the mess slowly, moving up towards Harry’s hard nipples. I paid special attention to the bud, slowly circling my tongue around it before sucking and nibbling lightly on it. I moved to the other one, which was hidden by my creamy substance, I licked it onto my tongue and brought my lips to Harry’s, pushing my tongue in him and sharing the taste.
“Happy anniversary” I sighed, pulling away from Harry’s rough face and snuggling into his chest. My eyes closed and my body melted into Harry’s, until his loud laugher filled the room.
“Our anniversary isn’t until tomorrow” he chuckled, running his hands through my hair as I buried my humiliation in his chest.
“In that case I’m sorry about the glasses… and the plates… and the bench top” I sighed avoiding Harry’s gaze. I was humiliated enough without him telling me I am overemotional.
“We can always buy new ones” Harry shrugged. His playful eyes connected with my glaring ones. “Kidding… jeez,” he muttered quietly earning a pinch.
“That hurt” Harry pouted, rubbing the skin, which was turning a light red colour contrasting to his silky skin.
“What about your jaw? I hit it pretty hard” I said moving the tips of my fingers over the already bruised skin.
“I love it when you hit me like that”