Well Hello There
In which Harry comes home after a long time away to fine the missus with a little surprise.
He’d been gone for a while, filming movies and doing promo, and he’d come back to find you waiting eagerly at the door, clad in a flimsy, thin t-shirt, with no bra on. He loved your body, yes, but your tits wouldn’t be the first thing to catch his attention, a wide smile taking over his face as he locked eyes with you. Then be was there, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him—jerking back when he felt something harder than a pebbled nipple poking into his chest.
“Wha’?” With a slight frown, his finger tugged the collar of your shirt open, and his eyes trailed down to your chest and–oh. His gaze flicked excitedly from the small metal bars in your nipples to your face, his free hand going to adjust his already-fattening cock in his pants. A knowing smile pulled at your lips, but you fluttered your lashes and played it coy.
“Well? Do you like them?” Harry swallowed harshly, his throat bobbing beautifully, and fish-mouthing for a moment.
“Do I–do I bloody like them? ’Ve already been thinkin’ about gettin’ yeh tits in m'mouth for weeks, and now this. Can’t wait t'taste, pet.” His hands were already rucking your shirt up, his eyes locked onto the pretty swells of your chest, his tongue licking over his lip in anticipation. Harry somehow managed to get you against the wall, his large hands trailing tenderly over your sides and up to cup your breasts, squeezing them lightly and reveling in the way your soft flesh dimpled beneath his fingers. The cool wall dug into your back as Harry dragged his fingertips over you, always so close to your nipples, but far enough away to make you beg.
“Harry, please.” And then his mouth was on you, his lips suckling wonderfully on your pert nipple, the cool metal of your piercing rolling against his tongue. You were already putty in his hands, your legs straddling one of his thighs and grinding down against the fabric of his jeans. No pants was a smart idea on your part, only the thin layer of your panties separating your dripping core from his thigh. A wet pop sounded as his mouth fell from your nipple, and before you could whine your disdain, he was licking a broad, hot stripe over your breast, a hot moan rumbling in his chest. You pressed down on him harder, grinding your hips rhythmically. By now Harry’s hand that was occupied with groping your other breast slid down your body to slide your panties to the side, his fingers dipping into you. A groan came from you as your head dropped back against the wall, letting his fingers fuck into you slowly. With a hazy mind and stumbling fingers, you fumbled to unbutton his jeans, hastily shoving them, and his underwear, down. His cock sprang free, the tip tapping softly against his lower abdomen. He was flushed and already had precum beading at his head, making your mouth water. Harry hissed at the feeling of the cool air, his teeth gritting.
“Yeh get them fo’ me? Hm? Wanted me to have some new toys?” You nodded as harry shifted, his cock nudging at your entrance. His hips thrusted shallowly, the head of him edging in and out of you.
“Please, please, don’t tease,” you gasped, eyes screwing shut. Harry smirked and did as you asked, sliding into your easily and not stopping until he was seated to the hilt inside of you. Relieved moans came from both of you, and you clenched deliciously around him, making harry moan loudly.
“Been so long, but yeh can always take me, huh? Don’ even need to adjust, yeh just love m'cock that much.” A whine was your response, and Harry began to roll his hips, his cock brushing every nerve inside of you. His mouth returned to your nipples, tongue dancing around your piercings. “S'hot, angel, look so gorgeous fo’ me.” At this point, his thrusts were strong and deep, your back molding to the wall as you grappled at his shirt, you mouth going to suck on his neck. Harry’s filthy words turned to broken moans of pleasure, his hips moving faster as he raced to his orgasm.
“Yeh gonna cum? Hm? Need yeh to cum, baby, gotta feel yeh.” His hand slipped down to your clit, rubbing fast circles as you writhed against him.
“Oh, god, Harry! I’m so close, please!” Harry smiled against your sweat-slicked chest, hungrily lapping at your breasts with his tongue.
“Cum, angel. C'mon, be good fo’ me.” With one more thrust, Harry threw you over the edge. You were overwhelmed, from the full feeling of his cock moving inside of you to the warmth of his mouth closed around your nipple, and you saw white as you came, your orgasm tearing through you. The feeling of your walls clenching around him milked Harry on, and with a few more rolls of his hips, Harry came, shouting out his release. He slowly lowered you to the ground as you both came down from your highs, his breath puffing against the slick skin of your chest. As he dragged a large hand over your cheek, Harry let out a hoarse chuckle, dropping a kiss to your cheek.
“Yeh gonna fuckin’ kill me, gettin’ yeh bloody nipples pierced and surprisin’ me like that.”