Author's Note: One day I got a request for Harry and Y/N to have rough sex and Y/N accidently pulls Harry's hair too hard that he says the safe word. Coincidence enough, I had boxer!Harry in my mind. So here's smut based on those ideas. Enjoy ;) xxx M
"Again!" Ross said to Harry.
I watched Harry dodge another punch from Ross. I looked away from them boxing and back down to my phone. I let out a sigh, leaning back in the chair. I didn't know why I even came to watch Harry box. With the first few times, it was fun to watch but now it became a waste of time. The first time I came to see Harry box, I couldn't take my eyes off him. Mainly because I was worried and scared of him getting hit. But after my first few times coming to see Harry box, I was thrilled to watch. Thrilled because Harry turned me on.
I had to admit Harry being rough during boxing made me feel some sort of way. Watching him get angry was a sight to see since he was rarely ever pissed off with me. Besides that, I took pleasure in his body getting all sweaty. It reminded me of us during sex. Mostly, I was amused by how strong Harry was. I always found myself drifting apart while he boxed thinking how he could easily carry me or push me against a wall. Harry could probably pin both my hands together in only one of his hands and I wouldn't be able to break free. And I wouldn't mind. But this was reality. He was the kindest person on Earth and the kindest person wouldn't even do something like that. Despite realizing that, I still continued to sit in on Harry's boxing lessons. I chose to to show my support for him. Recently, it had become a waste of time.
I was reading a book to help pass the time for Harry's workout today. When Harry pulled the book out of my hands, I realized it did help. Harry's workout today felt faster than other days.
"Bored of me boxing?" Harry asked me.
I kicked my feet off the chair next to me and I stood up. I noticed Harry still had his hands wrapped up.
"Your hands are still wrapped up" I pointed out. "Are you finished?"
"Yeah, love" Harry said. "He had a family emergency. Thought you would hear his phone go off"
"I didn't" I told Harry.
"Take it your book must be too good to notice" Harry said, handing my book back.
Probably better than having sex with him too, I thought.
I took my book from him.
"Do you want me to unwrap your hands?" I asked Harry.
He smiled, looking down on them. He looked back up to me.
"Of course" Harry said.
I sat back down in the chair. Harry pulled a chair and moved it directly across from me. He sat down. He put his hands out for me. I started to peel off his bandage wrap. I had a deep desire for Harry to tie me up with his wrap.
"Why you have that sad pout on your lips?" Harry asked me.
I didn't even notice I was pouting.
"Oh, nothing" I lied. "Just thinking"
"Thinking about what?" Harry asked me.
I smiled, knowing if she told Harry, he wouldn't believe it. He would think I was lying if I told him I wanted to be rough. Probably because I never gave signs I wanted to be rough with him. I finished unwrapping his hand and moved onto the other one.
"It's stupid" I said, trying to brush it off. "You probably don't want to hear it"
Harry lifted his eyebrows at me.
