concept: i’m one of those girls who wears oversized sweaters and soft sneakers and has nice pens and who drinks naked smoothies and who smiles at people and lights up rooms. i’m one of those girls who takes notes and participates in class and who comes home and does all of her homework. i’m one of those girls who reads and reads and reads and watches ted-ed videos and learns and retains all of that knowledge while still being kind because knowledge and kindness are both very powerful, but together they are unstoppable.
Y/N shuffled tightly against Harry, who had her laid spread out in the backseat of his car. The air was heavy, the windows fogged from their constant breathing and panting. The car was parked in a secluded area of the neighborhood, under a tree and away from the eyes of the neighbors.
“Fuck.” Harry groaned. “I’m too tall for this I can’t — I can’t line up.”
Y/N laughed, the tops of her breasts brushing against Harry’s chest. She leaned her head sideways and watched Harry awkwardly struggle to position his hips to hers but every time he leaned back, his back would smack into the door making it cramped and uncomfortable. His legs hung squished around her legs, one knee straining to hold him up above Y/N.
“This is really funny.” Y/N giggled, linking her arms around his shoulders.
“Ya think so?” Harry rolled his eyes, lowering his hand to where her legs lay open for him and laughing back when her whole body twitched from his touch. He worked his fingers up, stroking the velvet walls he longed to be submerged in.
“Here, hold on,” Y/N gasped, taking his wrist and scooting his fingers out from inside of her. “Sit up, sit up.”
Harry complied with slight hesitation, knocking his knees into hers as she followed him up, nudging his chest to lay against the car seat as she ungracefully climbed over his legs and onto his lap.
“Fuck, you’re so smart.” He groaned, grasping the ends of her hair. Without delay he positioned his cock and knocked up, holding onto Y/N’s waist to him.
“It feels deeper this way anyways.” Y/N sighed, swiveling her hips and leaning forward to hug their sticky bodies. Each thrust caused little oh’s to fall from her lips, Harry’s grip tightening on her waist with each sound.
Y/N lifted her head from his shoulder and only then spotted the group of teens — the whole lot of them carrying oversized coffee drinks and sporting snapback hats — walking towards them, completely oblivious to Harry and Y/N just before them.
“Fuck,” Y/N gasped, tensing as Harry quickened his pace. “Harry, Harry pull out.”
“Not a chance.” He groaned low.
“Harry there are people!”
Y/N cried out as Harry hit deep inside of her, the one spot that nobody had never touched before. She breathed heavily as Harry laid kisses and bites along her throat.
“Want me to pull out now?” He smiled into her hair, cradling her head to him as she stiffened against him, his thrusting never ceasing.
“I hate you.” She groaned.
“Come for me, sweetheart.”
The group of teens, their chatting becoming louder as they neared, stopped all together as they passed the car. Y/N whined loudly as she hit her high, Harry following seconds after with his own moans.
Y/N leaned back after a minute, squishing Harry’s cheek together with her thumb and forefinger. “I hate you so much.”
Harry laughed a loud, boyish laugh and pecked her once. “I think not.”