Updated: 4/21/2021

I feel like Harry is rlly into sloppy sex like he would be fingering you and would over stimulate you to the point where he’s roughly rubbing your clit as his rings brush against you or sum and you cum so hard ugshsg

I couldn’t come up with a title, so the one where Harry makes you cum so hard …enjoy!!

Harry would definitely be into sloppy sex.

He’d be fingering you so good, pushing his fingers deep inside you, getting you nice and ready for his cock. He knows you like how his rings feel against your clit so he makes sure to keep his rings on when he’s playing with you.

Then he’d start to rub your clit roughly so you can cum around him. You thought you were done, but he gives your cunt a few slaps, making sure he taps on your clit, and he pushes his cock into you and immediately starts to roughly thrust into you. He loves overstimulation, he loved how you chased your releases and how wet you felt around his cock. You loved how the continuous pleasure crashes down onto you and how good it felt. The combination of his fingers roughly rubbing your extremely sensitive and throbbing clit along his cock deep inside of you, mans you completely done for. The next thing you knew, you were gushing around him. Harry had made you squirt before, but it never hit you this hard. Before you knew it, you were gushing around his cock. Your juices were flowing out of you, dripping onto the bed and onto Harry.

This made Harry cum so hard, harder than ever before. Watching you let go like this, made him go crazy. So crazy that he was shooting ropes and ropes of his cum inside of you. By this point, you were so sensitive that you felt his cum deep inside of you, and it sent a shiver up your spine.

He slowly pulls out of you, intently watching his cum mixed with your juices were flowing out of you. He lets out a deep groan at the sight, and then starts to smear it across your pussy with his cock. When he gives the slightest bit of attention to your clit, you whimper, immediately trying to close your legs.

“Y’did so good f’me baby.” He kisses your parted lips and he looks down at your spent pussy. He looks at your swollen clit and he bites his lips at how pretty you look with his cum on and inside of you. “So pretty” he mumbles staring down at you. He kisses you on the forehead before making his way to the bathroom. He comes back with a warm washcloth to clean you up. He makes sure you’re all cleaned up, making sure to soothe you whenever you make the slightest sound or whimper.

He grabs a pair of your panties pulls them up your legs, he throws a pair of boxers on himself and gets into bed with you. He pulls the covers over your bodies and he pulls your body into his, smoothing his hands up and down your back. You both then fall asleep pretty quickly, given the fact that you both were tuckered out from your previous activities

So in conclusion, do I think Harry’d finger you and fuck you so good you pass out?

Yes. 

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Saturday Night Live with host and musical guest Harry Styles - 16/11/2019

LOVE ON TOUR (HSLOT VERSE)

LAS VEGAS 🔥

DENVER

DALLAS

HOUSTON

SAINT LOUIS 🔥

PHILADELPHIA

WASHINGTON DC 🔥

DETROIT 🔥

SAINT PAUL 🔥

mmmmm thinking bout harry being a little shit ab seeing your hard nipples in a baby tee or tank top. like it’s summer and ur not wearing a bra & he notices and smirks slightly and being all boyish like going to pinch and kiss them. bonus points if ur at a party & he presses his cold drink to ur nipple while smirking to rile you up further. yea just thinking thots!! 😵‍💫

oh fuck yeah titty stuff !!!

Music thumped through the walls of the house, people crowded in the living room that trailed all the way out the door to the pool that had people swam in to cool down in.

It was a miserable, hot summer. Harry and Y/N had gotten invited to a party, one with close friends only. It was one of those summers where you kicked the AC on and sat on the couch naked in hopes to cool down.

Harry wore a loose white shirt with yellow shorts that came up to his thigh, while his girl decided on a crop top tank top and shorts. No bra. No bra whatsoever. She didn't care, people knew she hardly ever worn them.

"No bra tonight?" Harry whispered into her ear from behind her, his hands traveling up her stomach slowly before cupping them carefully. He jiggled them softly, a smirk on his lips. "Teasing me, I see."

"It's fuckin' hot, weirdo," She chuckled out, leaning her back against his front as she looked down at his hands. She let out a small huff, biting down on her lip as he watched his fingers slide under the shirt.

"You're very fuckin' hot, you got that right," He whispered into her ear, peppering kisses down her neck slowly as his fingers rubbed softly as her nipples. She let out a soft whine, feeling her core started to heat up from the sensation.

"God, there are people around the corner, Harry," She mumbled out, her eyes scanning around the area, "Like, literally right around the corner--"

"Let them see, then," He mumbled as he pulled from her to stand in front of her. He pulled her tank top up, pushing her against the brick wall as his hand laid flat against the wall.

"What are you--oh, fuck," She hissed as Harry's lips caught her nipple. He sucked on it slowly, his tongue lightly flicking against her nub. She ran a hand through his hair, hissing out as she pressed her core against his waist.

"Jesus christ," He muttered, pulling off her nipple with a small pop, "All these just for me,"

He started to kitten lick her nipple, his other hand having a tight grip onto her titty. His cock started to harden in his pants, and she felt that against her thigh.

"S-Stop!" She laughed out, placing a hand onto his shoulder before pushing him away playfully. She pulled her shirt down, letting out a huff, "I'm going to get a drink, you freak,"

"Freak for you, baby, c'mon, don't go." Harry laughed as she walked away, but he followed after her with a small shimmy of his shoulders, "Baby love!"

Later on that night, Y/N was standing next to her friends while she talked with them. Harry was off doing whatever the fuck Harry does at parties, and she hadn't seen him in sometime.

It wasn't until he had stood next to her that she felt more at ease. Parties usually gave her anxiety, but Harry helped her a lot through it.

He had a cold glass of tequila in his hands with a couple of cubes in it. She looked at him with a perk of a brow.

"Where did you get that?"

"Inside," He hummed softly, pointing towards the door, "They brought out a new bottle."

"Can you get me a glass, please?" She pouted towards him.

"No," He said as he sipped his drink slowly, "But you can have some of mine,"

"Dick."

Harry smirked softly as he placed the drink in front of her chest, his eyes staring down at her nipples that showed through the shirt. He licked over his lips, pressing the glass to her nipple.

"Harry!" She jumped, "Shit that's cold!"

He watched as her nipple started to harden, biting back a smirk as his hand gripped at her hip.

"Hell yeah it's cold," He muttered lowly into her ear.

"Weirdo! Give me your drink!" She chuckled as she took the drink from him, clutching it to her chest before taking a long sip.

"Just let me play with your titties, we can go back to the corner--"

"God, you are so horny tonight," She chuckled again, stepping away from him as she crossed her arms.

"I can't help it," He whined, "I love them so bad--"

"How many shots of tequila have you had tonight?" She perked her brow with a teasing smirk. Harry's face straightened, eyes wide as he gave her a lopsided smile.

"....Six?"

"Yeah, you're cut off."

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(Request: Maybe more catholic school H but there bestfriend and there both v innocent and its their first time trying _______ (whatever you want) just a thought? (For the possible blurb night.)

“Did you hear what Lily was saying about Connor?”

y/n looked up when she heard Harry’s voice, the two of them in his room trying to finish their shared art project. They had to do a joint painting of the schools logo for the competition being held to pick a new art piece for the Catholic school. Y/n was currently trying to fix her minor mishap of mixing the purple too dark on the lower corner of the canvas.

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I've read that harry likes it rough and that he and zayn had the most hookups w fans and they knew what they wanted

Of course 🏃🏽‍♀️ freaks and players

doubt us

Summary: Harry is less famous than y/n, causing the whole world to believe he’s using her for her success.

Tags: angst, fluff, famous reader x less famous harry 

A/N: thank you so much @littledreamybeth​ for this request! I appreciate it so much xx 

I am taking blurb requests at the moment (this one just ended up being a bit long) so please send them in!

It wasn’t the instagram comments that affected Harry.

Though they were on every photo he posted of his love - whether it be a picture of the two of them backstage at his concert, or a picture of y/n fast asleep on the couch, having crashed after her own - he paid little attention to them.

Sure he saw them, read a few.

“Usually such a private person… and yet he’s posting all these photos of y/n… couldn’t possibly be chasing clout,” commented one of y/n’s fan on his photo of his love, smiling in the sand and drowning in the widest brim beach hat to exist.

“Can’t wait for y/n to realise he’s just a gold digger looking to elevate his career,” another wrote, bringing a frown to his face.

He shook his head at himself.

These people didn’t know him. Didn’t know y/n. They were either just over-protective, devoted fans or jealous ones. They didn’t affect him.

With that thought, he locked his phone.

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It’s the truth - Harry Styles blurb

a/n: this one just popped into my head since @pastequeharry​ and I were once again talking about harry’s tiddies (no surprise)

warning: explicitlanguage, basically that’s it 

word count: 483

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“What the fuck?!”

Harry’s deep voice beams through the house and you can’t help the laughter that falls from your lips upon hearing your boyfriend’s reaction to your latest little joke on him. Holding your phone in your hands you hear his naked feet tap against the hardwood floor as he makes his way from the study to the bedroom where you’re lying in bed currently. His tall figure appears at the door and he looks at you with raised eyebrows as he holds up his own phone, the conversation with you open on the screen as he points at it.

“Would you explain why you changed my name to…” He has to check again, just to say it right. “Jumbo tiddies?!”

Now you’re laughing like a hyena, hearing it from his mouth just makes it even more hilarious for you. He is keeping a straight face, trying to make you believe he is upset, but you can see the tiny wrinkles in the corners of his eyes that always come out when he smiles.

“What? It’s just the truth!”

He places his hands to his hips, narrowing his eyes at you as he walks into the room, stopping at the end of the bed.

“You can’t blame me, your tiddies have been all over the internet since last Sunday, I just… had to!”

Harry shakes his head huffing at how much you’re enjoying it. But then he lifts up his phone and starts typing. When his fingers tapping on the screen your phone buzzes in your hand and you gasp at the notification that just popped up.

“You did not just change my name to WAP!”

“Oh, I very much did,” he smirks, so full of himself for getting back at you for the little joke you played on him. “What? It’s the truth! I know, because I’m the one who was knuckles deep in yo—“

“Harry!” you cut him off throwing a pillow in his way, but he just smirks, licking his lips. “Well in that case I know your tiddies are jumbo sized, because I was the one grabbing them last night.”

“And you don’t like them?” he pouts his lips at you.

“Oh no, I love them!” Climbing to the end of the bed you kneel in front of him, wrapping your arms around his torso, placing your head to his chest. “They are perfect, I love your big tits!”

“Aw,” he breathes out, circling his arms around your shoulders as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “And I love your wet ass pussy, Darling.”

“I can’t believe you just said that out loud,” you mumble into his chest as he shakes from his laughter.

“You started it,” he answers and you just know he is smirking.

“You are such a baby,” you huff. “My big tiddie baby,” you add, kissing both his pecks.

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prompt: It’s not very often Harry gets triggered by the events of their past in the same way that YN does. 

warnings:  smut, cheating, flashbacks, mentions of abuse, this could just be overall triggering if you have experienced trauma or family struggles. please take these warnings seriously.

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It was a lake, on the outskirts of London that one of Harry’s friend had found a long long time ago and now that the friend was back in town - they decided on a lake day.

It was tucked into the woods, on private property that nobody had cared for - overgrown and foresty- it was a bit of hike to find it.

The sun was hot, unusually warm, even in the summer, and it was perfect to spend their afternoon in the grass and water.

Harry, as always, had offered to pick up YN but she refused like she always did when he was driving Anna as well.

He felt a bit anxious when they arrived and YN wasn’t there but all of his other friends had arrived, laid out their towels, and were sunbathing to get nice and toasty before getting in the water.

The man groaned internally with annoyance when Anna tugged off her sun dress and had an extremely revealing bikini on - tits spilling out and her bottoms just a sad scrap of fabric.

They weren’t at fucking Miami Beach, it was a casual day where everyone was dressed in a comfortable, some old suits to laze around in.

Anna was waiting for Harry’s eyes to trace down her full chest, flat tummy, the hint of her bum from the cheeky bottoms.

Instead, he just shucks of his shirt and lays down his towel without a word to her about it - he wasn’t stupid, he knew what she wanted.

“Harry,” Anna grits out, squeezing his bicep harshly, and pulling his attention to her with force, “You can’t even compliment my appearance?”

He doesn’t want to argue around his friends, he sucks it up and sighs, eyes on hers - not roaming down once.

“I like y’suit, y’tits look nice,” Harry replies blandly, giving her no emotion but she beams and giggles none the less.

“I can give you a peek later,” She teases, brushing her chest against his arm before reaching for her towel - he could sense his friends ogling her and he didn’t give one fuck.

He doesn’t respond, peeking back at the woods to see if YN was trekking through. He would have texted but there was no service.

After about fifteen minutes of laying out, Anna chattering him and his friends’ ears off with boring shit about her gym and nail tech.

Harry sits up when he hear rustling, spots his love stepping in the field in a oversized old shirt of Harry’s, jean shorts, and her tennis shoes - bag slung over her shoulder.

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I would but I can’t feel my legs

A/N: This is prompt 27 <3 Hope you like it lovely anon! 

The sexual tension had been too much for anyone to stand. You had seen him, because you had texted him we’re at 5 things I like. It was a tradition by then since six years prior when your friend Ellie had turned 18, you had created the biggest bar hop of all times and then you did it every year. People had summed up during the years and so had Harry, just three years ago. 

You had met Harry through Suz. She had met him, at some set where he was shooting something and she was the lighting technician, and she had had this big, almost senseless crush on him for so long until this one day, she didn’t know how to attract his attention anymore- cause for him she was nothing but a friend- and so she had called you because you were fun, she had said, and everybody loved you. You weren’t sure whether that was true- after all, Suz had been your best friend for years- but the truth was Harry and you had immediately hit it off. 

All your girlfriends had joked about it, about how you had stolen Suz’s crush unintentionally and despite the fact that of course you found him attractive- you weren’t blind- since Suz was your best friend, and you knew she was only half joking when she said she would kill you if you ever flirted back, you had kept your distance from him. Granted, you were friends, you were good friends, you would hang out, have pizza at his flat, have a few beers at some pub when he was in town, sometimes with Suz and sometimes alone but you always kept things strictly friendly. 

Suz used to complain about how he barely texted her back and you nodded along, never letting her know he texted you almost every day. Suz was your best friend and you would never do that to her but at the same time, you knew her obsession with him was something physical and it kind of bother you a little that she would see Harry that way, as a piece of meat, when he was so much more than that. She used to say he was plain, boring, the typical guy with the typical guy’s conversation but that was not true, that was not true at all, it was just that she wouldn’t get to know him because she was annoyed that he had rejected her in a sexual way- Suz wasn’t used to rejection- she was beyond gorgeous. And it kind of bothered you, that you had to reject him yourself despite the way you felt- something you couldn’t help however hard you tried- simply because she wanted to be wanted by him. 

So you had texted him that day, because she had encouraged you to do so so she could see him and you felt, and it was bad of you to say it, you felt a little belittled by her because she didn’t even see you as a threat, did she? For she was so much more gorgeous than you and yes, she was your best friend, and yes you knew that- all your other friends would say that Harry must have been gay to say no to Suz for she was a goddess, but it kind of made you feel insecure even though it shouldn’t but…

What am I doing here then? He snapped you a picture of the pub he was with lots of your other friends and it made you smile, that he wouldn’t care about any of that. If you weren’t there, then he was in the wrong pub. You had seen Richard was with him so you had encouraged Suz to change pubs and meet him there instead of making him come and because she wanted to see him that very minute, she had playfully forced you to down your drink in a minute. Enough to have you tipsy that was. 

Harry grinned like a child opening a present when he saw the three of you walking inside. Suz had brought his new friend with benefit, this John guy from Belgium she had been sleeping with and it was your job to keep him entertain as she tried to attract Harry’s attention but as usual, Harry grinned and hugged you tight. 

“Bird!” 

He had started calling you bird after a month of knowing you, because a bird had actually shitted on your head while the two of you were having a cup a coffee. He had cleaned it off your hair but he had laughed for a long time after that and ever since then the nickname had stuck with you. 

“Suz!” He grinned and hugged her as well, shaking John’s hand and introducing himself. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders immediately after and smiled at both Suz and you. “Come on, I want you to meet some people.” 

Suz was walking behind you and you weren’t sure if he had meant you as in you or as you and Suz. You had noticed John’s face dropped and you almost felt bad for him even thought you knew he didn’t really care. Harry introduced the two of you to his band mates and your stomach tightened when he started to say this is Suz and this is my bird because you didn’t want it to happen again. You had lost your best friend when you were sixteen because her boyfriend, who was your best friend as well, had fallen in love with you- or so he said. 

So as soon as you met Harry’s friends, you saw your chance of mingling with them, so Suz could have Harry for herself. You were casually chatting to Sarah when Harry took your drink and placed it on the table, grabbing your hand and taking you to the dance floor. He smiled as he placed your body against his, his hands on the lower part of your back. 

“I knew you’d get along with the band.” He smiled. “I’ve been waiting forever to introduce you guys.” 

“Well you don’t stop touring the world, mister.” You smiled. 

“I know.” He chuckled. “And I’m having the time of my life but I’m so happy to be here now, to see you, you know? I miss you when I’m on the road.”

“Yeah, we all miss you too.”

“I was talking about you.” He pointed at your face. “I mean of course I mean everyone else too but…” He shrugged, smiling sheepishly. “You know.” 

You only nodded, your heart was beating faster than it should and he was getting closer but you turned your head and scaned the crowd to find Suz, looking at you with puppy eyes. You hated that this was probably hurting her and so you started joking with her, telling her she had the best dance partner because she was dancing with John and after joking about it for long enough, Harry got the hint and changed dance partners, grabbing Suz’s hands and giving you a tight smile. After a couple more songs, he made his way to the bar with the rest of your friends were drinking. 

“She’s just not into me, eh?” Harry whispered to Ellie as he glanced at you and Richard dancing like the scandalous idiots you were. 

“Who?” Ellie asked, hoping he would say Suz but knowing he was going to say your name. 

“Y/N.” He said as if it was obvious. “She looks so perfect tonight and I just want to hold her you know? But she’s just like elusive.” 

Ellie knew it all. You had talked to her about it and she always support the fact that you didn’t act on those feelings and kept avoiding him so she and Molly where the two people in charge of keeping the two of you apart when you had had one too many but that was enough, she thought. It had been nearly three years, three fucking years, you had been respectful enough. 

“She likes you too.” Ellie blurted out as she brought her beer to her lips. “It’s just… Suz, you know.” 

“So who’s this John then?” He asked, glaring at the way he was apparently flirting with you. 

Their conversation was cut short as both John and you walked towards the bar, laughing.  

“Well Claire is beautiful, eh?” You wiggled your eyebrows. 

“I guess.” He shrugged. “But so are you.” 

“Well thank you.” You laughed. 

“Good dance?” Harry interrupted, snapping. 

“Yeah.” 

He was jealous. Of course he was jealous and he would probably sound ridiculous if he said it out loud because as much as he wanted you, all the time, there was nothing more than one of the best friendships he had ever known between both of you. You were his best friend, simple as that, but he also thought of you in the mornings when he would wake up with a hard on only to realize he had dreamt about you. Again. 

And his eyes would drop to your mouth whenever you drank from a straw and he would wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close whenever you were dancing and tonight, tonight you looked so beautiful and that jumpsuit of yours, backless and fluffly was driving him crazy so what was that John guy doing telling you you were beautiful? Of course you were beautiful but you were his, not John’s and he had had enough of that so he bought a rose- because there was a woman selling roses on the bar- and he bought one and cut the surplus stem and tucked it on your ear. 

“I shouldn’t have done that.” He whispered in your ear as he placed his hand on your waist, pulling you to him and making sure John saw that. “Because now you look way too beautiful.” 

You were blushing and he was so close so you were sure he was hearing your heartbeat. You swallowed and he smiled against your ear, caressing your bare back with one hand. 

“Sit down with me?” 

He grabbed your hand and you walked towards the table where all his friends were sitting and before you could take a seat yourself, he pulled you on his lap. 

“Just stay close, yeah?” His green eyes looked into yours, moving your hair to the side so he could see your skin. “I’ve missed you.” 

He pressed a chaste kiss to your bare shoulder and you wrap your arm around his shoulders as you sat sideways on his lap. Mitch kept bringing you drinks and you kept drinking because you were happy and Harry was so close. His hand was caressing your thigh and you had tangled your fingers on his hair, making him smile at you before he threw his head back and sighed in appreciation. 

The alcohol running on your blood was making the dim light look kind of hazy and the music sounded louder then so you had to lean on Harry when he talked to you. He’d whisper in your ear as his hands rested on your body, in places a friend wouldn’t really have his hands. 

“I love how you smell.” He whispered and his lips, you weren’t sure whether it was on purpose or because he was intoxicated himself hit your skin. “And this jumpsuit…” He held the fabric on his hand.

“What about it?” You had turned your face so you were facing him then. 

Your faces were so close you could feel his breath hitting your skin. His hand travelled up your thigh. 

“You shouldn’t wear these things around me.” He smirked. 

“You don’t like it?” 

He rolled his eyes before he smiled at you, his eyes dropped to your mouth, once, twice and he leaned in but Suz, Suz, Suz so you turned your head and his lips landed on your cheek instead. You hugged him so he knew, he had to know, and you hide your face on his neck, breathing in his scent. 

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. “I can’t.” 

He just looked into your eyes. He didn’t want to pressured you. He didn’t want you to feel like you had to. If you can’t, or if you didn’t feel like it, then that was that but then Ellie cleared her throat next to you and you looked up at her with a frown. She was smiling. 

“Will you go to the toilet with me?” She smiled. 

You got up from Harry’s lap and laughed as he held your hand playfully, not letting you go for the first few seconds. Ellie gently pulled you to a wall and shook her head at you.

“Go for it.” She said. 

“But-” 

“But it’s been almost three years and he doesn’t like Suz, he doesn’t like her. He’s head over heels for you! And you like him too so how is that fair? The fact that you guys are not together isn’t going to make him like Suz.” 

“But Suz-”

“But Suz will get over him, more so if he’s with you.”

“I thought you-”

“I know what I said but… Listen, Suz sleeps around with other people and she says she’s in love with Sean anyway and then she’s got this thing with Peter and John but…. What about you? You don’t sleep around, do you? You don’t even date because you’re in love with him! So go for it, girl.” 

“I can’t do that to Suz.”

“But you can do that to him?” 

You looked away, at Harry who was scrolling on his phone, and you looked farther away at Suz and Molly who were talking to some guys at the bar. Molly gave you a thumbs up and you rolled your eyes. Suz was in love with Sean. She had said that to you. She was going to visit him in Scotland in the summer and you… What did you have? 

When you got back to your friends, they were all waiting at the door to go to the next club and Harry wrapped his arm around your shoulders as you made your way there. He told you about the cities he had visited and about how much you’d like the people he had met and when you reached the club, you took him to the dance floor as soon as you entered. 

You danced for a few songs and you kept thinking what if it could actually work? What if you could kiss him right then and there? What if he could grab your bum or kiss your neck or take you home and make love to you? What if you could tell him you loved him? 

So you grabbed his hand and placed it on your hip as you pressed your back against his chest. You heard him swallow behind you and you felt your heart beating faster and faster as you hoped he would be okay with that. You deserved it, you deserved him if Suz had Sean and Peter and John, you could have Harry, right? You deserved him so you brought your hand to the side of his neck and brought your face closer to his, pressing a kiss on his cheek as you swayed your hips against his. Left, right, left, right, and his breath was hitting your cheek and his grip on your hips, both hands now, was tighter. 

“Y/N…” He whimpered from behind you so you turned around, you looked into his eyes, his pupils dilated making it hard for you to spot the green on his eyes. 

And then you leaned in and you kissed the corner of his mouth and that was the closest you had ever been to his lips and you pulled away and he followed, he wanted the real thing, he needed the real thing by the way he was pushing his bulge against you but you looked ahead. 

“Can I kiss you?” His voice sent a shiver down your spine.

“I want you to but I don’t want to ruin Suz’s night.”

He pressed kisses on your neck then, because he could do that without it being so obvious and he couldn’t- for the life of him he couldn’t- stay away from you now. 

“Then let’s go, bird.” He kissed your neck again. “Let me kiss you at home.” 

You squeezed his hand before walking to the door, him following suit, his body still so close to yours. You walked to his place, a little more than ten minutes away and because he had seemed calmed as he walked next to you, not really in a rush, it surprised you the way he pushed you against the wall the moment he closed it, his lips landed on yours with hunger and desperation. You gasped against his mouth and kissed him back with the same passion and you didn’t even recognize yourself as you wished for him to cup your breast. All of a sudden that thought, that had never really crossed your mind, seemed so important, so urgent, and you were dying for him to do just that so you kissed him harder, putting all that frustration on that kissed and he moaned against your mouth, sucking your tongue and diving his in that wet cave. 

“God.” He gasped against your mouth. 

He had never been so needy, so desperate for anything in his life and he almost felt guilty for the things he wanted to do to you. He had thought about it so many times, when he had seen you in little clothes, when you had done something he considered sexy, when you moaned as you took of your heels, when he saw you with wet hair after a shower. 

“You’re so perfect.” He rushed between kisses. “And you taste so good.” 

You fought for air as you surprised both of you, grabbing his hand and bringing it to your breast. 

“Fuck.” 

He squeezed the flesh, he cursed and he was afraid his knees might fail him because he had thought about wrapping his mouth around your nipples and so he had thought about you naked and he had never been this hard in his entire life. He hadn’t seen it coming, when you loosened the knot on the back of your neck and the front of your jumpsuit fell. You couldn’t wait either, you wanted him in a way that made you blushed, especially because he had pulled away from you and he was breathing heavily and he was staring down at your bare chest and maybe it had been too much, maybe you had pushed it.

“Holy shit.” He whispered. “You are actually perfect.” 

He didn’t give you enough time to say yes for he was kissing your neck a second after he had said it, his hands cupping your breasts and your waist and you could not wait anymore you could not wait at all and so you pushed your body against his, desperately, almost aggresively as if somebody had said this was the last time you’d be with him. 

“Harry” You whispered against his mouth “take me to your room.” 

He didn’t even lift his head from your neck and took you to his room, always kissing you as you walked backwards. He wasn’t saying much but then again he couldn’t believe it was actually happening, what he had thought about for years, what he had dreamt about for years. He had touched himself thinking about this, he had constantly reminded himself that you were at home for him to keep going and you had always been that lazy love of his, for the only constant thing in his life was the way he felt about you. 

He kept pushing you against all walls on his ways, devouring your lips and your neck and grabbing your flesh, your hips, your waist, your bum… You couldn’t take it anymore and the only thought of him being inside you, stretching your walls that had long been forgotten by yourself- because you were somehow waiting or somehow thinking that maybe, one day, Suz would forget about him and then you could tell him and he would know but the only thought, the only thought of him making you yours, of him entering you, his body connected with yours so you were one in that moment forever silent, something exclusively between you and him…

He lied you on the bed hovering above you and you took off his pants- his shirt had fallen somewhere on the way to his room- and his hard on sprung free, red, wet, swollen and you imagined it must be somewhat painful and your mouth watered- for you had never seen someone so big and so hard and thinking you had done that and that was for you made it watered double so you ran your thumb against his swollen tip as you held it in your hand, hot and hard, and he hissed and clenched his teeth. 

You kissed him so his jaw relaxed as you held him on your hand and you caressed the thin skin on his sex as your tongue was running on his bottom lip. He was a groaning, his hands holding his weight over you on the sides of your body as he let you explore him as he had explored you before and with a slow calm unfitting for the desperation in your belly, you kissed down his neck and chest and you seeped down his bed sheets until you were face to face with his arousal and the heat burnt your skin as you ran your tongue down his silk skin making a throaty groan come out of Harry who was trembling by then, still supporting his weight on his hands. 

He couldn’t take it anymore, the way you smelled, the way you sounded, the way you looked, the way you touched him because it had never felt like this, so intense, so wanted, so desperate and because it was you and he had never been more certain of anything in his entire life so the same moment you sucked his sex in your mouth, as if you were trying to drink all of him, he pulled out with a plop sound and grabbed you by your elbows pushing you against the bed. For a second you were afraid- you had done something wrong and he hadn’t liked it- but it was the suddennes and the desperation in which his mouth ravished yours as he pushed himself inside you that cleared that slight concern away. 

“Fuck, you’re soaked baby.” 

He moaned out loud even though he had barely got the tip in and he waited, for you to say something, for you to stop him, for you to make any signal of pain and he would immediately stop, but instead you placed your hands on his butt and pushed him inside you.

“I’m not wearing a condom.” He whispered. “But you were driving me crazy… That mouth of yours.” 

“I’m on the pill, H. Get inside, please.” You cupped your face and kissed him as he groaned. 

“Just tell me if it hurts yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

But you wanted it to sting, you wanted him to thrust into you so rough it made your head spinned for a while and you could tell how hard he was trying to control himself, to go slow because of you but you wanted it to burn your swollen lips and so pressing your hands against his bum, you thrusted your hips forward until you felt him on your stomach and he could barely breathe. 

He looked into your eyes and the moment he saw your pupils and how big they were dilated he understood without you having to say and thrusted his hips aggresively against yours so you shut your eyes and frowned as you moaned out loud, arching your back and he wanted to see that again so he pulled all the way out and all the way in again in one swift movement. Your sex grew thicker and thicker the more he thrusted his hips into you and he kept groaning- he wouldn’t last for long, he would embarrassingly come in no time- because you kept moaning and digging your nails on his back and he was fucking you harder than he had never fucked anyone before and it felt so good and so raw and pure, as if he had finally reached that place he had forever been walking towards. 

He fell on top of you, sweating, exhausted, and you wrapped your arms around him and massaged his scalp as he pressed lazy kisses on your neck. You didn’t say a word for as long as you kept trying to calm down your erratic breathings and even though it had only been a few minutes since he had been inside you, you already felt it sore and you weren’t sure if you could even move but your worries stopped the moment he looked into your eyes, with the biggest relieved grin you had ever seen on him and his hair was a mess and his eyes were dreamy and glossy and his lips red and swollen. He chuckled and pecked your lips once right before he stood up from the bed and walked inside the bathroom. You heard the shower running. 

“Are you coming?” He grinned from the bathroom door and you gave him a look as if saying not moving. He laughed. “Okay, would you please shower with me?” 

You smiled. 

“I would but I can’t feel my legs.”