Imagine Harry being sexually frustrated, ugh that sentence only is enough to drench me wet.
Imagine how annoyed he’d be when you keep teasing him delaying the wish of going home so that he can fuck you. Taking your own time, you stroll through the mall smirking as a whiny, horny-with a prominent large bulge.
He’d be gripping your waist tightly trying to grind against you pleasuring himself as you’ll push him away softly muttering a ‘we’re in public. Behave’ earning a groan from him.
He’d follow you like a puppy, trying to convince you to go back home. He’d promise you that he’ll bring you back for shopping the other day but you’ll deny his offer. Seeing him all hard and needy turns you on more you believe.
And once when you’ll agree to go back that’s when the game will begin.
He’ll tease you the double you teased him. Have you pushed up against the wall kissing endlessly, he’ll push your knickers to one said just to insert one of his long, ring finger. He’d smirk as you’ll whimper and moans in name desperately to fuck you.
After and after of begging he’ll do what he must. Fuck you. Mercilessly and rough. But being a sweetheart he’ll manage to make love to you at the sweet time.
Whispering sweet nothings like “yeh are doin’ so well m'love"or “jus’ like that’ keep goin’ ”
He won’t fail to make you feel perfect and beautiful at the same time.
But honestly connecting himself to you physically would be his favourite part to do.