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
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
“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
“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
“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
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
“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
“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
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
“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.
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
“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,
“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
“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
“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
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.”
Hey everyone, I know I started this series a year ago (:s) but I recently got inspired to continue it. Here are parts 1 and 2. Thanks so much for reading and let me know what you think! x
Physically, you were sitting in the passenger seat of Rogerson’s parked Mercedes. Mentally, you were anywhere but there. Technically, your mind was where Harry was, but since his exact whereabouts were a mystery to you, you settled on anywhere.
Your eyes wistfully looked through the window, falling on the large Ross home across the street. Tonight you and Rogerson were visiting his parents. They had invited him over but he insisted he wouldn’t see them without you by his side. Little did the two of you know before pulling up on the street lined with numerous cars, he wasn’t the only one invited.
“Fuck, it’s always a shit show here,” Rogerson mumbled, leaning back in his chair as he ripped the keys out of the ignition.
Friday’s were his favourite – as cliché as it sounded. And it wasn’t because he finished work earlier on a Friday, allowing him to get an extra hour ahead for the upcoming weekend, but because of her. The small girl with the long, red hair who dropped a package off. It was that hair that first caught his attention, when she first walked through the doors of The Shamrock, alone but she seemed to be certain of herself. Walking over to the bar, she was there for merely five minutes as she just seemed to come and go.
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
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
“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
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
“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
“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.
“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
“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.
Short blurb – perhaps my shortest ever. It was going to turn into something else, but I think I’ll have to save that for tomorrow when I’ve actually taken proper care of myself and am not crashing from hours spent screaming about his hair. x.
“What did you do?”
The words are silted
as you stop in your tracks on the way to the kitchen.
You heard him before you could see him. You heard His feet stomping against the floor trying to not make too much noise, but at the same time trying to keep balance. You heard him fumbling with the keys, trying to put the right one in the hole, and cursing everytime he didn’t get it right. You heard him finally opening the door, his deep breathes interrupted by hiccups ever few seconds.
You shook your head hoping it wasn’t one of those nights. Hoping maybe he came home at 3am because he went to get a late snack, or his car broke down, or maybe just maybe he did have a lot of work to do at the office. He couldn’t see you yet, and you could only make out his shadow as he fumbled to take off his shoes in the dark.
You wondered why you did this? Why you stay up to wait for him, when you know You’ll just be disappointed. You shake your head at your foolishness. If it hasn’t changed for weeks Why did you think it would change now? You were about to get up from the couch and run back upstairs before he could see you, but then the room lit up. You cursed under your breath when you could feel his eyes on you.
“Y/N?” He asked confused. You turned to face him and your eyes could see his bloodshot ones from a mile away.
“What are you doing awake?” Harry said slurring his words.
“I could ask you the same question.” You snap back.
“I was just-” He tried to answer you before you cut him off.
“Drinking again?” You said.
“Don’t be upset Y/N” he frowns while trying to walk straight towards you, tripping over his own feet.
“No” You said as you put your hand between you and him. “I don’t want to be near you when your wasted like this Harry.” He takes your hand that’s up to his chest and brings it to his lips
“I’m sorry Babeee” he slurs his words yet again “It won’t happen again.” You scoff.
“Yeah sure, just like how you promised yesterday, or the day before that, even weeks.” You said disappointed.
“I didn’t even have that much to drink” he lies as he hiccups.
You shake your head needing space from him to think about how to deal with all this as you turn to head upstairs.
“ Okay! Wait I’m sorry Baby.” He never calls you baby only babe making you wonder how much he really had to drink. He takes your hand again and turns you to face him. You really wanted to get away from him, you never liked him this drunk.
He leaned his lips next to your ear and whispers “let me make it up to you.” As he slowly kisses your cheek, and pushes you against the wall. You usually would enjoy this but the fact that you can smell the alcohol on his breath made you turn your cheek.
“You can’t just kiss me and except everything to be ok, Harry” You tell him. He lets out a frustrated sigh and brings one hand to his hair as he bangs his other one on the wall behind you, shaking it, causing you to jump.
“Shit” he says to himself. You knew he was having thoughts running through his mind, but you needed to know what they were.
“Why are you doing this Harry?” You say with a shaky voice. Not wanting to know the answer if it was about you, but you needed to know the truth.
“Is it me? Do you not want to be with me anymore?” Harrys head flew up and his eyes connected with yours immediately. “Is our relationship making you unhappy?” You say trying to hold back the tears, as Harry shakes his head repeatly.
“Y/N…” Harry tries to interrupt you but you just continue
“Is there another person you’re seeing?” Your voice cracked. “Is that why you’re coming home late and getting drunk?” You close your eyes trying to hold yourself together, But it just let the tears fall down your cheek. As you asked the last question, out of all of them that would be the worse.
“Y/N Stop!” Harry tells you as you tried to hold back your tears but couldn’t anymore. “Please don’t ever say that.” He says looking at your tear streamed face, making his heart break.
“Why would you ever think that?” He frowns as he wipes the tears falling down your face.
“You’ve be-been so distant lately and coming home late, and drinking your life away. Like you don’t want to be here. Like you don’t want to be with m-me” you say sniffling.
“Y/N, I love you why would I ever want to not be with you?” He steps even closer to you looking you straight in the eye.
“How do I even know your saying the truth, when you’re pissed drunk,” Harry placed both his hands on your shoulders forcing you to look at him as he stares into your watery eyes
“ Don’t you ever for one second, second guess my love for you, I love you Y/N, no matter what. If I’m drunk or sober, it’s the truth. I love you with all my fucking heart, my whole entire being. And I’m sorry that if you ever felt for just a millisecond that I don’t care about you. Because that’s farthest from the truth. And I’m sorry I’ve been acting this way, I’m a complete idiot for making you feel unloved and not special because you are a princess in my eyes, and I know I should treat you like one.”
You had more tears running down your face but not from sadness but out of joy,relief, happiness. But before you could say anything. Harry wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug that made you feel like the safest place on earth.
“I’m so so sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to make you feel any less loved, it’s just at work, people this month have been getting laid off left and right and everyones saying my sections next, and there’s only a few people in our department, me included. So I’ve been stressed with that, scared I’m gonna loose my job, so I applied to other places just as back ups. I want to provide for you and us and I was stressed and scared I didn’t want to tell you. So I resulted to drinking and staying out late, which I know isn’t the answer. I’m just so sorry.” Harry finishes.
You try to calm your breathing while you were still wrapped in Harrys arms, getting his shirt all wet with your tears. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” You ask.
“I didn’t want to worry you unless it was for sure.” You sigh and nod your head in understanding.
“Okay, but you have to stop getting drunk every night Harry, it isn’t healthy for you & definitely won’t solve your problems.”
“I know, I know I’ve just been a complete jerk putting you through this.” You look down to the floor remembering all the nights and mornings caring for Harry after he had a hangover and got sick.
“I should of handled the situation better, I screwed up and I’m so sorry.” Harry tells you never breaking eye contact. “Could you forgive me?” He searches your face to find an answer.
You thought for awhile and then nodded. Harry sighs in relief as he brings his hand up to your cheek.
“And your the only one that has my heart Y/N.” He leans closer to your face, you could feel his breath tingling my lips. “Forever & always.”
Before you could even tell him how much you loved him too, he closes the gap between your lips. Slowly kissing you as he rubbed his thumb against your cheek. Before anything could go further you pulled away, and confusion was etched on Harry’s face.
“I just wanted to tell you that I love you too. And we can get through this no matter what happens ok?” You said taking his hand in yours showing him your not going anywhere. He smiles and nods at the beautiful woman he can call his.
And then your lips were on each others once more, but this time because you kissed him.
A/N: This was my first ever post on this account, so I really hope you liked my little one shot! If you have any requests please feel free to tell me, I would love to do them. Also if you like this follow me for more posts, like this one!