but imagine the initial burn of H being inside of you after a long time,,,, like he'd be all concerned and worried of how you're feeling yet so fucking smug about it all like "are yeh okay, pet" and "do you need me to stop" while "little to big for yeh, aren't i, kitten" and "like a bit of pain, dont ya" with that fucking smirk and fUCK
Harry pressing inside you slowly at first, stopping at certain intervals to allow you to stretch his fit. He groans lowly, feeling your walls pulsing and tightening around his thick circumference, taking him in so fucking deep he can feel himself nudging up into her tummy.
“God, pet…” He grunts his words into the flushed skin of her throat, smoothing over the sweaty area with his hot tongue and swimming in the sensation of your body shuddering under his influence. “Filling you up ‘til the brink, aren’t I? Nice and heavy and snug inside that tight little cunt of your’s. So fucking hot.”
You whine lightly, squeezing at his hard shoulders in a silent plea for him to start moving. He feels full inside you and you want nothing more than to feel him fucking you raw.
Harry interprets your noise of need, arrogant smirk sticking against your damp juglar, right in the little alcove between your shoulder and neck. “S'big, innit?”
You give your head a weak nod, breathing stuttering as you grope down the tight muscles of his back, tugging him closer in order to feel his warm chest expand against yours with every ragged inhale he takes. Your voice is a shaky whimper against the thickness of his damp curls as he suckles bruises into your sensitive skin. “Fuck, Har, just…just fuck.”
A chuckle thrums deep in his chest, the vibrations passing onto your pliant body, words throaty and raspy. “Y'like m'cock, babe? Like it stretching you out so fuckin’ good?”
He pulls his hips back from between your thighs until only his tip is tucked inside your heat, thumbing over your clit in quick little circles that cause your spine to twist and turn. Then, he thrusts back into you full and hard with a quick, rough ram, resulting in you emitting a strangled squeak.
His hips work in circles against your thighs, pelvic bone grinding up against you folds as his prick nudges every right angle inside you. His head falls forward, lips ghosting over yours as teeny, wispy gasps slam their way out of his throat. “Fuckin’ hell…”
“You feel so good, H.” You whisper, lips quivering as he skims them with his warm tongue, biting the center of your bottom one and loving the way it swells between his teeth.
“Yeah?” Harry grins into your mouth, puffing out a deep exhale through his nose, the hot air tickling your Cupid’s bow. “
“Know you like the burn, kitten. Such a dirty little thing, aren’t ya? Taking my cock so fucking deep and loving it.”