cheeky harry

HP Pick Up Line #1
  • <p> <b>Harry:</b> Hey, Malfoy!<p/><b>Draco:</b> What is it now, Potter?<p/><b>Harry:</b> Are you the Heir of Slytherin?<p/><b>Draco:</b> Potter, for the love of-<p/><b>Harry:</b> Because I'd like to get my 'basilisk' into your 'chamber of secrets' *attempts to wink* *achieves a weird eye twitch*<p/><b>Draco:</b> <p/><b>Harry:</b> <p/><b>Draco:</b> You're lucky you're beautiful.<p/></p>
2

stupid sexy draco malfoy 

taking place after harry’s bi awakening

Kitchen Table

You’re drunk and horny and Harry just wants to get home before you get it on but you need it now

The bar was loud; you were pretty sure it was louder now than what it was when you first got there. Or maybe it was just the alcohol making your head throb slightly and every sound seemed intensified. Although this sound sensitivity was applicable to the music playing, it also affected how easily you heard Harry’s small groans in your ear as you danced. Your ass was pressed harshly against his front as you moved your hips, not caring that Harry was struggling to move his with the same, unsteady rhythm you were dancing to.

You weren’t plastered drunk, no, but the couple drinks built up your confidence just enough so that you could temporarily put aside your usually nagging insecurities. Instead, you felt less afraid to dance like this with Harry. Less afraid of telling him what you really want. This mix of being just drunk enough to really know what you’re doing and not stumbling all over the place, and being just tipsy enough to let your anxiety fade was a beautiful mix. And you had plans to make tonight as fun as you could.

The song changed, and Harry leaned in to put his lips by your ear and speak,

“Your rhythm is terrible.” He chuckled, and you spun around dramatically.

“My rhythm? No way! I’m a great dancer.” You laughed loudly, smiling up at him. He was quick to return the smile.

“Maybe you just think that ‘cause you’re drunk.” Harry was the designated driver, but he didn’t mind. Seeing you tipsy was always so entertaining to him.

“I’m not drunk.” You pouted, a little drunk.

“Yeah, sure babe. You’re completely sober.”

The smile on his face momentarily surprised you by how beautiful it was. Whenever you drank, he seemed that much more attractive, if that was even possible. You matched his smile and daringly ran your pointer finger down the expanse of his chest.

“Don’t make fun of me!” You demanded playfully as your finger now made its way to his hard abdomen. His eyes slightly widened as you kept the movement downward, and once your finger brushed against the button on his jeans his large hand moved to grab yours.

“We’re in public, pet.”

You could tell he was trying his best to maintain the playful mood from earlier, but the lust in his eyes was threatening to take over.

“I want you now, Harry.” You spoke as you looked up at him through your lashes and brought your bottom lip between your teeth. His eyes widened for a moment as he processed what you said. Instead of taking your request seriously, as you’d anticipated, he instead laughed loudly. It only caused you to pout more and yank your hand from his grip that he had on it.

“Is it funny to you that I want my boyfriend? Is it funny that all I want is for you to bend me over and fu-“

His hand quickly covered your mouth and you continued your filthy speech into his hand. His gaze was serious, and you smiled into his hand at the response you were finally getting. Now that your hand was free again, you wasted no time moving it to palm him through his jeans. It didn’t take long before the hand that wasn’t covering your mouth moved to roughly pull your hand from the crotch of his jeans.

“Stop it.” He ordered, and the tone of his voice made you quiver and press your thighs together. Tonight, all you wanted was this Harry. The Harry that told you what to do instead of asked. You gave him the best puppy dog eyes you could as his fiery green ones stared into yours harshly.

“We’re leaving.” He demanded, and removed his hand from your mouth to start to pull you through the crowd and outside. His hold on your hand was soft enough that you knew he was being careful not to hurt you, but hard enough that there was no way you could escape it had you wanted to. But you didn’t want to.

Once outside, his free hand ran through the curls on his head and he let out a deep breath. The parking lot wasn’t large, so it was easy to find the car.

He opened the door and pushed you in, buckling the seatbelt over you. You felt like you were getting punished for something, but it didn’t bother you. Instead, you giggled to yourself as he made his way to the driver’s side and got in. Before he started the car, he looked over at you and shook his head.

“Why do you have to do things like that when we’re out?” He questioned, although his stern demeanor from earlier was long gone. In its place was a smirk, an angelic smirk that put his dimples on full display. For the second time that night, you had to press your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure building inside you. He was just so perfect, that it blew your mind he was with you. Before you responded, you took your sweet time looking from his face down to his chest, clad in a plain black tee shirt, and down to the growing bulge in his jeans. Involuntarily, you bit your lip and slowly moved your eyes back up to his waiting gaze.

“It’s just ‘cause I want you inside me is all.” You tried to act innocent as you spoke, but you knew it failed miserably. Without responding, he started the car.

“Waaaiiitttt” you slurred, and he halted his actions to allow you to speak, “I need you now.” You finished, looking up at him hopefully. Unfortunately, he didn’t look to be interested in your offer.

“I’m not fucking you in the car in this shitty parking lot.” He grumbled, but the growing hardness in his jeans told you otherwise. He shifted the car into drive and began to drive from the parking lot as you frowned at him. You were certain he could sense the frown you were giving him as he drove.

“If you aren’t gonna touch me, maybe I’ll just get myself off.” You huffed loudly, hoping to get a reaction from him. Yet, he didn’t even look over when he responded.

“We’re like ten minutes from home, can’t you wait?”

The alcohol in your veins definitely was what allowed you to prop your right leg up on the dashboard. The dress you were wearing quickly rode up to your hips and left both of your legs bare, and your black lacy underwear on full display for both you and Harry.

His head turned to look at you, his gaze lingering a little longer on the panties you were wearing, before he moved his eyes back to the road.

“Don’t even think about it.” He spoke harshly, and you smiled to yourself. He finally was understanding just how bad you wanted him. The whole night, all you could think about was how good it would feel to have him bend you over the bar counter and pound into you until you couldn’t remember how to walk. The thought drove you to move your finger to the wetness between your legs.

Without bothering to move the fabric, your finger began to circle your clit in a motion similar to the way Harry normally does it. He didn’t realize you disobeyed his order until his wide eyes abruptly looked over to you. Your eyes were closed, but you knew he struggled to keep his eyes on the road. The quiet car was now filled with your breathy moans. You pressed harder into your clit and it elicited a drawn out whimper from your throat.

“Oh, Harry.” You breathed out his name loudly. By now, your hips were moving up to meet your fingers with each circle.

You opened your eyes to see his grip on the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were turning white. His jaw was clenched. Outside, you noticed you were no farther than a couple minutes from home. This is when you had to make it count.

Moving your panties aside just enough to press one finger into your throbbing heat, you began to repeat his name over and over with a string of curses connecting them.

“Stop it. Now.” He barked the order at you, and instead of continuing the prior rebellious attitude you had, you obeyed. Once your legs were back where they should be, he visibly relaxed.

“I’m dripping for you, Harry.” You turned to face him and run your finger across his forearm.

“Are you gonna take good care of me when we get home?”

He gulped loudly. Now, the driveway was only about a hundred yards away.

He didn’t answer as you pulled into the driveway. He took his time shutting the car off and getting out. You didn’t have time to think before he opened your door, unbuckled your seatbelt, and helped you out of the car. His wrapped his arm around your waist as he unlocked the door and walked you both inside. You stood in the hallway awkwardly, not sure what exactly to expect from him tonight. Normally, he would’ve fucked you by now, either up against the wall or in the bathroom stall at the bar. Instead, he kicked his boots off and went into the kitchen to fill up a glass with water from the faucet. You gulped, now nervous.

“A-are you mad at me? I’m sorry I d-“ you began to ramble, but the look on his face stopped your speech.

“You want to be bent over, huh?” He said it casually, almost as if you were talking about what your favorite color was. You coughed, not sure what to say to him now.

“Uhm, well yeah.”

The confidence from earlier was now wearing off, and you didn’t like it.

“You want me to bend you over and fuck you from behind, that it? Is that why you had to put on that little show in the car?”

You didn’t respond as he finished his water, put the glass in the sink, and walked over to stand in front of you. You nodded shyly.

His thumb and forefinger gripped your chin to force you to look up at him; his eyes were dark.

“Does my baby girl want me to fuck her so good that she’ll feel me for days?” He questioned, his tone softening ever so slightly. You took a deep breath and tried to muster some of the confidence from earlier.

“All night I’ve been thinking about how good your cock stretches me out.”

At that, his grip on your chin only tightened, and you would’ve flinched had you not been positively aching for him.

He didn’t answer but instead led the both of you into the dining room. The only light was from the hallway, and it barely illuminated the dark wood of the table.

“Bend over.”

Him saying it now, with the rasp in his voice he only got when he was ready to fuck you, made you let out a heavy breath. His words alone made your insides clench.

You were quick to do what he asked, and you bet at the hips to lay your stomach flat against the table. From this position, you couldn’t see what he was doing behind you. But the vulnerability of it all made you shiver in anticipation.

“Good girl.” He murmured, and moved to pull your dress up around your hips and pull your panties down your legs, letting them pool at your feet. You couldn’t help but squirm under his gaze.

“You weren’t lying. You’re actually dripping for me.” He spoke in awe, and he trailed his hands up the middle of your thighs to brush against the pooling wetness. He hadn’t even touched you, and you were already ready to explode. His large fingers now brushed against your folds and the soft touch was enough to make your knees buckle. It took a moment before you could straighten them again.

Now, his fingers began to run up and down your slit, not yet pressing into your clit or entering you. He was teasing. And even though he was hardly touching you, you were practically panting against the table beneath you. You squirmed and attempted to move your hips against his fingers.

At this, his thick finger pressed inside you. You let out a prolonged moan at the sensation, and your thighs began to tremble. His finger began to leisurely move in and out of you.

“Is this what you wanted, baby girl? Wanted my fingers knuckle deep in you? I can feel you clenching around me already.” His voice was incredibly husky, and you knew how much restraint it took him to not just pull out his cock and fuck you already. Instead, he wanted to tease you just like you teased him in the car.

His words made you clench harder around him and a loud “please, Harry” to escape from your lips. Your hands were now stretched above your head to grip onto the edge of the table to keep you from collapsing.

Without warning, his other hand moved to put pressure on your throbbing clit. You gasped loudly, back arching. The combination of his two hands moving in synch was too much for you and you immediately neared your orgasm. He was watching you closely, however, watching for the tell-tale signs you were about to come. Once your thighs began to shake and your grip on the edge of the table tightened, he suddenly stopped. At the loss of contact, you let out a guttural groan of disappointment.

“Shhh. Patience, baby girl.”

You heard the sound of fabric hitting the floor and the sound of a zipper. You didn’t dare look back at him, it was too risky that he would tease you again. Instead, you waited for him, and it wasn’t long before you felt his thickness pressing against your opening.

Without entering you, he moved his head up and down your slit, collecting your wetness on the tip.

“H-harry, I need you inside me.” You breathed out heavily, desperate.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and take all of me?”

You let a string of yes’s fall from your lips. That was all the answer he needed as he pressed into you. His cock stretched you out so much better than his finger, and the sensation made the muscles in your stomach flex.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He gasped. The new position allowed him to thrust deeply into you, reaching spots that made your vision blurry. His hips harshly rammed into yours as he gripped onto your hips to guide himself. You were certain you would be able to see his fingers on your flesh tomorrow due to the strength of his hold.

His pace only seemed to quicken, and you couldn’t hold back your whimpers for him. One of his hands moved to grip the hair at the back of your head and pull. You gasped at the uncomfortable position you were put in, but the overwhelming sensation of him throbbing inside of you occupied your senses instead.

“You take me so well, fuck.” He groaned loudly behind you. His words made you clench around him. His breathing sped up as a result. Although the position you were in was amazing, you couldn’t help but wish you could see his face. You knew his jaw would be clenched, and that little wrinkle would be prominent between his eyebrows.

As your climax edged closer, your moans got louder and louder with each thrust. When he moved a hand around your hips to press a rough finger against your clit, you pressed your thighs together and screamed his name. He pulled out so just his tip was inside you before pushing in again, seemingly deeper than before. He kept at this pace for a few more thrusts as you felt your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach.

“Be a good girl and come around my cock.” His voice was tense, and you could sense he was nearing his high as well.

With a final thrust of his hips, you finally came hard around him. Your eyes squeezed shut as you tensed around him, raising up on your tip toes as you rode out your high. His thick cock inside you was positively pulsating as your walls clenched around him and his fingers rubbed you through your climax, dragging the sensation on for an incredible amount of time. Above you, you heard a loud groan as he came inside you. It took a couple seconds before either of you were down from your high enough to move from the position you were in.

After he pulled out of you and helped you stand up straight, he yanked his boxers back up his legs. His jeans were at the floor with his shirt and your panties. Before he could so much as speak, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. The fire behind it was undeniable, and although it wasn’t meant to lead to anything, the real love behind it made you shiver. You really did love him so much.

The kiss deepened and it was cut off when you began to smile against his lips. He pulled back, a similar smile on his face.

“What?” He laughed, moving to push some stray hairs behind your ear.

In that moment, looking deep into his happy eyes, you had never been more content.

“I just love you is all.”

“You’re just saying that ‘cause I fuck you good.” He laughed loudly and pressed a kiss against your nose. “But yeah, I love you too.”

British Culture Gothic
  • Some say that his tears are adhesive, and that if he caught fire he’d burn for 1000 days. Some say that his ears aren’t exactly where you’d expect them to be, and that once, preposterously, he had an affair with John Prescott. We suddenly realise that we have no idea what the truth is. Who is the strange creature? What does he want from us? All we do know, is that he’s called The Stig.
  • It’s the year 2056. Bruce Forsyth is now 141 years old. He’s outlived his family, he’s outlived his old co-stars. He’s outlives everyone he knows. He’s outlived all of us. The apocalypse happened 10 years ago and Brucie is the only one left. He is the last man on Earth.
  • You’re in Tescos just before Election Day. You stop by the news and magazines section expecting to find some quality political analysis on the front page of your favourite paper, but all you find is rows and rows of the same image. Ed Miliband eating a bacon sandwich. At least that’s what the headline says he is doing. But you look closer. And that most certainly is not bacon.
  • You’re on the settee. You’re sort of half asleep-half scrolling Facebook for quality bants. ITV is on in the background but you haven’t been paying attention since Jezza Kyle went off. Something suddenly forces you to snap back to reality. In the corner of your eye you see an oversized white collar, thick rimmed black glasses… No, no, I thought it was over, please tell me he isn’t back, isn’t it over?? You turn to see the collar is now poking through the telly, and he’s there. Staring. There’s only one way to find out… FIGHT
  • LAD culture is taking over. Every word in the English Dictionary is quickly being replaced to include with word “bant” in it somewhere. All dinosaurs have been renamed Bantersauruses. At Christmas the only thing you can watch at the theatre is a Bantomime. Law dictates that the only things we can put in our gardens are blants, particularly of the chrysbanthemum variety. We don’t even wear normal underwear anymore. We literally wear bants. 
  • I wonder what ever happened to Dec, you wonder as you watch Ant presenting Britain’s Got Talent solo. You’re suddenly very aware that you haven’t seen him in a while, but Ant has never mentioned where his counterpart has gone. But wait. Ant looks different. The more you stare at his face the more obvious it becomes, but somehow only you can see it. Dec is trapped inside Ant’s massive forehead.
  • It’s been a long time since Freddos were 10p. A long time. And the price of them is no long a humorous topic used to express faux-indignation at the ever rising cost of living. They are a sad subject now, and it is deemed rude to even bring up the topic of Freddos in good company. Every time your gazes flickers to the £1 label beneath the untouched stack of Freddos at Morrisons, you die a little bit inside, a tear rolls down your cheek.
Vitamin D
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Ron:</b> What's wrong, mate? You're really out of it today. We're losing to the Slytherins by 180 points!<p/><b>Draco:</b> *zooms toward ron and harry on his broom* What's the matter, Potter? In dire need of Vitamin Me?<p/><b>Ron:</b> <p/><b>Harry:</b> <p/><b>Harry:</b> What?<p/><b>Ron:</b> Don't you mean Vitamin D?<p/><b>Draco:</b> That also can be easily arranged *winks*<p/><b>Harry:</b> *blushes profusely*<p/><b>Ron:</b> *throws broom in the air* *rips hair off his head* *double back flips away from everything*<p/><b>Hermione:</b> You can't blame him. You walked straight into that one.<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
An Actual Angel
I was listening to Sign of the Times while I wrote this so idk what to tell yaA story where Harry first plays you the song and things escalate from there if ya know what I mean ;)

“I’m sorry, pet, I’m just so tired.” Harry mumbled as he stood from the couch you were both sitting at. You frowned slightly, and stood to wrap your arms around him from behind. You pressed your cheek into his back.

“Don’t be sorry, I just hate to see you so worn out”, you spoke into his back and took a step back to allow him to spin and face you. His eyes looked deep into yours, and his hands rested on your hips. He slowly leaned in to press a gentle kiss on the top of your head. The kiss lasted for a couple moments; you could feel his soft breath against your scalp as his lips stayed pressed there.

“Do you want to hear the song?” He breathed out against your head and you froze in your spot. He had never offered to let you hear one of his newly recorded songs. Maybe he just finished and perfected the one he wanted you to listen to today?

You stepped back to look him in the eye and search his facial expression. His brows were furrowed and his bottom lip was brought under his top teeth as he genuinely looked at you.

“Oh, Harry” you sighed and moved in to hug him again. “Of course I want to hear it!”

“Are ya sure? I mean, I like it and all but I don’t know if-“ he began to ramble, a nervous habit of his, before you interrupted, “Harry. I would absolutely love to hear your song now play it for me you bumbling idiot.” He grinned, the look of worry began to disappear from his face.

“Okay, okay, don’t bully me” He laughed and leaned down to pull his laptop from his bag next to the couch.

You squirmed in excitement. Obviously you had heard Harry sing before, and you could only imagine how a studio recording of a song of his own writing could sound. As he searched through his laptop to find the audio, you were lost in your thoughts. You watched him scroll through files and you reached out to run your nails gently down his back. It seemed like your fingers always ached to be touching him.

He turned to face you, a nervous smile on his face. His green eyes were lit up with a sort of hidden excitement, and you couldn’t help but to return the smile. “You ready?” He asked, hand hovering over the touchpad of his laptop on a file entitled ‘Sign of the Times’. You nodded enthusiastically in response, and his finger tapped the touchpad to play the song.

For the next couple minutes, time seemed to move in slow motion. Although you didn’t know exactly what to expect from his song, the sound surprised you. An almost spacey rock anthem began to play through the speakers, and you gazed off into the distance as you listened. As you looked, you could feel his eyes on your face, but you were too physically moved by the song to return the eye contact. His flawless vocals practically made you shiver as the song continued.

You didn’t even realize you were crying until his calloused thumb brushed gently against your cheek to wipe the tear. After he wiped that tear, you were quick to run the length of your index finger underneath your eyes to remove the wetness and hopefully prevent your mascara from running all down your face.

“Do you like it?” Harry asked, his voice soft, before the song was over. In response, you smiled at him and put your fingers over your lips and shushed him in order to listen to the rest of the song.

The ending resolve, his high notes in particular, gave you goosebumps. And as the song came to a close, your tears return again, and were even larger. You were forced once again to wipe under your eyes, and once you finished you finally returned Harry’s stare. Although you had wet eyes, you smiled at him and nodded wildly.

“So you liked it?” he murmured beautifully, his voice was low and his gaze was strong.

“I can’t believe you wrote that! I feel like I just listened to an actual angel.” You giggled, only half-joking. The song had completely exceeded your expectations. “I absolutely loved it. You’re absolutely amazing and I love you so much, oh my God.”

Any hint of hesitation or nervousness was completely gone from Harry’s face, and in its place was the biggest grin you’ve ever seen on him. His eyes were slightly squinted due to the intensity of the smile, and it was contagious. He leaned in, his hands pressing around the back of your neck and his thumbs rubbing both of your cheeks.

“I’m so glad you like it, pet” he spoke and immediately leaned in to press a kiss against your lips. His soft lips moved against yours passionately, not exactly rough, but not exactly soft either. Instead, you could feel the palpable love between the two of you. It wasn’t exactly surprising, the love you had from him was so strong you weren’t even sure it was even possible. His tongue pressed your lips open slightly and the kiss deepened. Your fingers moved to tangle themselves in his hair, and after a slight tug a groan escaped his lips. When he pulled back, he was breathless.

As he spoke his hands were still pressed against your neck. “I love you so much” he breathed out heavily. There weren’t enough words in the English language to fully elaborate on all of the love you had for him in that moment. His eyes were lit up with love and lust and pride and all you could think about was how absolutely and genuinely perfect he was.

You didn’t respond immediately, and instead moved to press your lips gently against his neck. You licked a small stripe and gently sucked on the spot on his neck. His breathing sped up considerably.

“I love you more than I can even tell you” you gently mumbled into his neck, not wanted to move from the heat he was radiating.

Since you weren’t going to move, he had to physically grip your shoulders to pull you back. His eyes met yours.

The lust in his gaze was evident. “If you can’t tell me, then show me”, he whispered huskily. You gulped before standing up slowly and gripping his hand to lead you both to the bedroom.

He deserved to feel exactly how he made you feel by playing his song for you. Once the door to the bedroom was closed behind you, you spun and pushed his shoulders to allow him to fall back onto the bed behind him. His eyes widened, and he looked you up and down in an approving manner.

Harry was almost always the dominant one in the bedroom, so standing here, above him, was quite the bizarre feeling. However, seeing him below you on the bed was a hefty feeling, and you attempted to swallow any nervousness.

“Baby girl…” he trailed off as you began to crawl up his body until you were straddling his hips and your hands were pressed against his chest. Denying the deep urge within you to kiss him, you instead pulled his tee shirt up off of his chest. The skin of his torso was slightly tanned. Your hands made their way to trace the outlines of the ink across his skin, and your lips were soon to follow. He tasted so distinctly like Harry, and you couldn’t get enough. You dragged your tongue across his chest and onto his collarbone to place a soft bite there. Underneath you, Harry had started to breathe a little heavier, and the bite you gave him made him jump with a small groan. You smiled into his chest and moved to run your lips across his neck now, licking and sucking as you moved across.

Without warning, his large hands gripped you tightly and flipped the two of you so that you were now underneath him. You could tell it was the dominant side of him wanting to take control of the situation, but tonight was going to be about him, not you.

Groaning in feigned annoyance, you sighed “Harry, why would you do that? I was trying something different!”

He laughed and pressed a kiss to your nose before he replied, “Baby, you were driving me crazy,” as he spoke his hips grinded into yours and it led to a small gasp escaping from you lips, “don’t be mad at me.” His bashful smile was adorable, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Let me back on top” you smiled at him, plans already forming in your head about what you could do to him in that position.

“Must I?” he chuckled, not yet moving.

“Yes. You must.”

He quickly flipped you both back into the original position, and you couldn’t help but wildly grin.

“Thanks, baby cakes.” You laughed, and leaned to press another trail of kisses across his chest. No matter what the situation, your skin always craved to be touching his, especially his toned torso.

“Hey, don’t call me baby cakes.”

Without raising your head from his chest, as your lips were almost unable to move from his skin, you asked, “Why not?”

“Because I’m not a ‘baby cake’. I’m a big, strong man.”

You laughed into him before looking up to meet his eyes.

“Yes, Harry. The biggest and strongest man.”

His eyes lit up at the comical response, but you weren’t finished. Before continuing, you moved your hips down hard to press against the growing bulge beneath you.  A rhythm naturally picked up at you began to grind against him. “I love how big you are.”

He groaned, eyes temporarily squeezing shut as the pressure between the two of you built up. You could see in his face that he was searching for a response, but the constant grinding motion was distracting him. Slowly, you moved to sit on your knees between his spread legs and started to unbutton his jeans. He watched you closely as you did, making no move nor speaking. It wasn’t long before both his jeans and his boxers were pushed down his legs and thrown across the room to who knows where. In an effort to make him more comfortable, you removed your shirt and threw it across the room as well. His eyes greedily roamed over your bra-clad chest. You smiled to yourself, and leaned to lick across the tip of Harry’s cock. His eyes widened as he watched you pull him into your mouth. You sucked gently at first, simply just to tease him and watch his face contort so slightly as you continued.

“You taste so good” you murmured, and leaned in again to lick a stripe up the underside of his throbbing cock. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he let out a labored breath. Then, you pulled his tip into your mouth, and increased the intensity of your sucking. His hands found the back of your head and gripped the hair there tightly as he began to move your mouth further onto his cock. You let him lead your head however he pleased, and the speed at which you were moved up and down the length of him quickly increased.

“Fuck, baby girl your mouth feels so fucking good” Harry groaned below you, and the praise made you internally smile. During a particularly rough tug of your hair, his cock moved deep into your throat and you gagged around him. Stopping immediately, Harry pulled your head off of him so that he could look at your entire face. The fact his hand was still tightly gripping your hair only made you grin; he didn’t even realize that he was doing it, he was just naturally that way.

“Are you okay?” He questioned, searching your eyes. You wanted nothing else than to tell him to quit worrying so that you could have him squirming under you again. Nodding in response, you attempted to lean back down to pull his throbbing cock into your mouth, but his grip on your hair didn’t budge. You whined and continued to pull but his hand was locked.

“Haarrrryy.”

“Baby girl, I’m gonna lose it if you suck me off again.”

“Please, I want you in my mouth” you pouted, giving him puppy dog eyes. It was obvious he was genuinely considering giving in, but after a few moments it seemed as if he wasn’t going to.

“I want to come inside you baby girl, not in your mouth” he whispered, and your legs involuntarily squeezed shut tightly. His dirty words never failed to cause the wetness between your legs to make you writhe.

He sat up now to begin his work on your jeans and pull them off of your legs. After he swiftly removed your bra, you were completely bare above him. His eyes devoured every inch of your skin before he flipped you again, leaving him above you and resting in between your thighs. It was almost cute how he couldn’t help but being in control at all times.

“Harry, I wanted to make you feel good” you whined, looking up into his blazing eyes above yours.

“You always make me feel good, baby.”

With this, his hand moved down to grip his length and run it along the length of your slit. When his tip began to circle your clit, you arched your back and moaned louder than anticipated. Sucking him off earlier had created this intense want in your belly, and each time he spoke, or moved against you, you felt yourself ache inside to feel him.

“But I wanted to show you how much playing that song meant to me…” you trailed off, not breaking eye contact. Half of you desperately wanted him to just thrust inside of you already, but the other half was slightly disappointed you weren’t directly controlling how good he was feeling at the moment. His eyes softened.

“I know how much it meant to you, and believe me, you’ve shown how much it meant to you” he smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. As he lined himself up at your entrance, he suddenly stopped and you whimpered loudly. Your hips were completely lifting up off of the bed to find a way to push him inside you yourself. He laughed at your desperation and used the hand that wasn’t holding his cock to press your hips roughly back down onto the bed and you pouted.

“Do you really want to make me feel good? ‘Cause I’ve been thinking about this-“ he began, but you cut him off. Your voice was slightly shrill due to the all-consuming desperation to feel him

“What? Yes. Whatever you want.” You rushed to speak, and a huge smile spread across his face. He was enjoying torturing you. You, however, were positively aching for him to be inside you. Each time he barely shifted his hips as he spoke, most likely not purposefully, your insides would clench in preparation. Yet, his thick length never pressed into you as he continued,

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”

“Harry, please. If it’ll make you feel good, of course I want to.” You begged.

“Okay.” he started, taking a deep breath and now completely removing his hips from yours. You loudly whined this time, and he smirked down at you. His hands suddenly moved to reach and grip both of your calves. What was he doi- Your legs were thrown up onto his shoulders, and you shuddered. In the new position, he had to press you hard into the bed below you, and it was slightly harder to breathe due to the pressure on your chest. Yet, any thoughts were wiped completely from your brain as he pressed into you slowly. An extremely long, drawn out moan escaped your throat as he buried himself inside you. The pressure inside you only heightened as he pulled out until just his tip was inside you before pressing all the way back in again. A string of curses left his mouth as he held himself up with a hand on either side of your waist. You both began to breath heavier and heavier with each deep thrust.

“You’re so deep” you moaned, voice higher than usually due to the tightening arousal inside of you. He grunted in response as his thrusts got rougher, and the sound of your hips slapping against each other got louder.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and come around my cock” Harry groaned, his eyes staring into yours with a lust that shook you to your core. You knew that after a few more thrusts you were most definitely going to come, and you nodded wildly and breathed out a “yes”.

He seemed impossibly deep, and once his left hand moved to rub harsh circles into your clit, you knew you were done for.

“H-Harry” you squeaked, verging on your orgasm, but attempting to hold it back to wait for him. This night was supposed to be for him, and here you were coming too early.

“Come for me, baby girl.”

And that was all it took. The words pushed you off the cliff as seemingly every muscle in your body clenched, and your eyes squeezed shut. A wave of euphoria passed through every nerve, the feeling only drawn out by his continued thrusts and rubbing on your clit. It took many seconds before you came down from your high, and when you were fully aware again, Harry’s beautiful face was the first thing that caught your eye. His bottom lip was tightly between his teeth and his eyes were tightly shut.

“Harry,” you moved your hand up to run your thumb across his cheek adoringly.

“You feel so fucking good when you clench around me. Can you do it again?” his eyes didn’t even open as the words rapidly fell from him lips. You grinned, even though he couldn’t see it, beyond happy to see him in such a state of pleasure that he could barely speak. Without hesitating, you inhaled deeply to clench around him. The muscles in your stomach were shaking from the intense use, and above you, Harry came. His perfect face contorted to one of bliss and he let out a loud, dragged out “fuuuuucckkk”. He remained in this state for a few seconds before gently pulling out of you and collapsing next to you on his back. He took a couple deep breaths before turning his head to press a soft kiss against your lips.

“God, I’m so glad I played you that song” he laughed, and you joined him.

“I bet you are. Maybe you should play me your songs more often” you were only half joking.

“If the sex is gonna be like that, then maybe I should” he replied, with your favorite stupid smirk on his face.

HARRY'S WAND
  • Draco, whilst seeing a cockroach: *shrieks* *leaps onto Harry's lap* *bounces like a smol girl*
  • Harry: Draco- Draco DON'T! No- *tries to push Draco off* Draco, stOP SQUIRMING!
  • Draco: oK OK *takes a moment to compose himself**relaxes on Harry's lap*
  • Draco: Harry?
  • Harry: Yeah?
  • Draco: I think your wand is wedged between your lap. There's something hard pressed against my backside.
  • Harry: Draco, that's no wand.
Cheeky

Inspired by this beauty.

@malfoysscarhead Not sure if this is what you had in mind, but… it just kinda happened? 😂


“WHAT in Merlin’s name is THAT?”

Harry pokes his head out of the kitchen to see what caused Ron to shriek like that. Ah, of course. He should have known this would happen.

“That,” Harry begins amusedly, “is a picture of my fiance, thanks for noticing.”

“How could anybody NOT notice it? It’s a bloody poster! Hanging over your dining table.” Ron sounds almost outraged. Harry can’t help but snicker.

Ron keeps staring at it, open mouthed. Hermione pokes him in the ribs, giving him a sharp look.

“It’s a lovely picture, Harry,” she smiles, “I assume you took it?”

“As if I’d let anyone else see him like that,” Harry snorts.

“You’re letting US see him like that! Why, Harry? Why? I could have died happy without seeing his bum once,” Ron whines.

Harry leans against the doorframe, grinning.

He remembers the day he took that picture vividly…

It was the third day of their trip to Hawaii. Draco wasn’t as excited as Harry at first and complained about the heat. A lot. But as soon as he somewhat adapted to it, Harry often had to drag Draco out of the water and remind him to put on some sunscreen.

“Can we move here? I love it here,” Draco asked Harry excitedly between kisses, while he was carrying Draco out of the water.

“What about our jobs?” Harry laughed.

“Sod our jobs!”

Draco managed to sit beside Harry for five minutes, before he jumped up and ran towards the water again. Harry watched him as he stretched out his arms, as if welcoming the waves. His swim trunks were sitting low on his hips, revealing just the tiniest bit of that glorious arse.

Harry quickly grabbed his phone and took a picture, smiling to himself. His fiance was just too gorgeous for his own good.

Just as Harry decided to take a few more pictures, Draco turned around saw Harry with his phone. Grinning cheekily, he turned his head back to the water and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his swim trunks. Harry’s eyes widened as he watched Draco pull them down to his ankles. Sweet Merlin, he was wiggling his bum!

Draco looked over his shoulder and winked at Harry.

“You coming?” he called, before running into the water. Harry didn’t need to be told twice! Thank Merlin this was a secluded beach…

Remembering this still sends heat through Harry and he clears his throat. He turns his attention back to Ron, smirking.

“Just be thankful it isn’t a magical picture. I doubt you’d want to see what happened after I took that picture.”

“Harryyyy,” Ron whines, his cheeks reddening. “I really don’t need to know what you do with that… arse.”

Harry bursts out laughing.

“Come on, sit down. That arse will be home soon and dinner’s almost ready.”

“Meet Me” Series

The one where Harry is your college roommate and you both catch feelings for each other.

Chapters

The Doorway

The Living Room

The Finish Line

The Hallway

The Morning 

The First Time 

Extras

A Little Cheeky

[in progress]

She’s Just Not That Into You » Part II (A Harry Styles Miniseries)

Miss the first part? Find it here.

Once again, this miniseries is dedicated to @stylesunchained​. I love you, B! This time around, the ever-so-lovely @chrissy22787​ helped me out, and I thank you - immensely - for that, my dear friend. 

Let me know what you think! Happy reading.

Originally posted by cinemagraphs

Even if Nick did piss him off, Harry couldn’t help but be proud of his best friend whenever he was awarded opportunities. He worked hard, and it was nice to see that hard work pay off in the end. So, when Nick mentioned that you were having a viewing party for his appearance on The Big Fat Quiz of the Year, Harry feared that he wouldn’t be able to celebrate the milestone with him.

“Ask her,” he demanded one afternoon.

Nick laughed, his eyes widening at Harry’s insistence. After little pleading from his friend, Nick sent a text asking you if Harry could be his plus one for the dinner party. Once he’d sent it, Harry forced Nick to show him the text for proof, figuring that it was just like him to say he’d asked you when he didn’t, instead showing up to the party with Harry anyway, thinking it was funny to throw both of you for a loop. Nick’s phone dinged minutes later, your name lighting up the screen. Your response of “Sure.” had caused Harry to go into an existential crisis, the wrinkle in his brow deep as he pulled at his lips.

“She doesn’t want me there,” he grunted. “‘m not goin’.”

Keep reading