Harry X Reader

In which Harry distracts you from your irrational fear of flying.

Request? Yes

Author’s note: This was inspired by a video that someone sent to me! Also, I’ve only flown twice, so let me know if I’ve got some wonky details.

This is not a first. You’ve flown plenty of times. In fact, you were just on a plane a week ago, but it never gets any easier. Now, you’re boarding a flight in New York City that’s meant to take you back to London.

“Oi! Careful, love,” Harry chides, gripping just above your elbow to keep you upright. You’ve stumbled over the entrance to the plane, embarrassingly enough. You blush and thank him quietly under your breath, continuing down the aisle to your seats. Slipping into the next to the window, you pull the shade down before tucking your bag under the seat in front of you. Harry slips in beside you and raises his eyebrows.

“Y/N, yeh don’ wanna see the view?”

You glare at him briefly. He knows how you get. Heights really aren’t your forte, and you have no desire to stare down at the Earth from hundreds of miles in the air. It’s bad enough knowing how far up you are without seeing it.

“Only jokin’, love. C’mon. You’re fine. Flyin’s not so bad.” He pats your thigh and grins, partly to comfort you and partly to tease you. He finds it funny and endearing how much you hate flying.

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Don't bite my peach.

You hadn’t been able to take your eyes off of him. More specifically, off the swell of his ass. It was soft and round and followed up by thick, muscled thighs that made your mouth water, and as Harry lay on his stomach on the couch, you found yourself inching over to him. He barely noticed you straddling the back of his thighs, responding only with a quiet grunt of, “Careful, pet, don’ fall,” his eyes never leaving the television screen. You shifted your body so you could press sweet kisses to his neck, hands kneading down the smooth plane of his bare back. From how low his sweats hung on his hips, you could tell he wasn’t wearing any underwear, and your lips curled into a smirk against his shoulder. Harry sighed happily as your hands and lips moved down his back, nearing the edge of his pants. Soon enough, your mouth was right on the small of his back, and then suddenly your teeth sank into the flesh off his “sweet peach”
“Oi! Wha’ the bloody hell are yeh doin’? Tha’ hurt!” Harry yelped, his top half turning around so he could glare at you. A devilish smirk pulled at your bitten lips, and Harry knew what was coming.
“I’m sorry, baby, it’s pretty. Like a peach.” Your fingers curled around the hem of his sweats and tugged them down a little, and instead of kissing the newly revealed skin, your tongue darted out to lick a stripe on his lower back, close to the curve of his bum. Harry’s squawked in surprise, squirming underneath you.
“Wha’s gotten into yeh?” Then he was turned over, hands gripping your waist as you scooted to sit over his hips. You wiggled slightly, pressing your core down against his clothed cock, forcing a gasp of pleasure from Harry’s lips.
“Want you, please.” It was all but moaned against the column of his neck, your hands running up and down over the tanned skin of his chest, fingers pinching gently at his nipples. “Need you.” It was Harry’s turn to smirk. His cock stirred at the words, his eyes darkening. He loved when you were desperate for him.

“All yeh had to do was ask, love. No need t’ get all bitey on me.” His lips captured yours, hands gently gripping your waste as he flipped the two of you over again, his thighs coming to rest between your legs, right up against your clit. You let out a muffled moan, hands twisting in the thick hair at the nape of his neck. Warm fingers snake under your shirt, dragging it up and over your head. Harry pulled away from you, eyes lowering to gaze hungrily at your exposed breasts. “Fuckin’ perfect tits, Christ.” His pink tongue darted out to sweep over one hardening nipple, and you gripped tighter to him as his mouth enclosed around your breast. Harry’s hands worked to tug down your pants and underwear, rutting his hips into the couch as he suckled at your chest.
“Harry,” you choked out, nails digging into his shoulders, “please.” A low chuckle left his lips, and he pulled away, his hands going to shove down his sweats.
“Wan’ me t’ fuck yeh bare, sweetheart? Don’ wanna wait fo’ me t’ get a condom? Yeh need me tha’ bad?” A wicked smirk pulled at his lips as he watched you writhe in anticipation, soft mewls of need falling to his ears.
“Yes, yes, need you that bad. No condom, please, I need to feel you.” Harry chuckled lowly, leaning down to press a sloppy, wet kiss to your mouth. The tip of his cock was red as it rubbed against the skin of your belly, and you whined at the sight of it. He was fully hard, the thick length of him tapping against his own tummy as he reached down to grip himself.
“Ready fo’ me? Yeh so wet I don’ even have to get yeh ready?” His eyes rolled as the tip of him slid into your heat. Looking at where you were connected, curses streak from his lips. He thrusted shallowly forward, the bulb of his head slipping easily in and out of you, and your fingers dug almost painfully into is skin as your legs went around his waist.
“Please, no, no teasing, Harry, please.” He groaned at your words but thrusted forward, the whole of his cock sliding into you. You gasped in pleasure, every inch of him brushing sensitive nerves inside of you. Harry grunted as his hips started moving, his eyes screwing shut at the tightness of you around him.
“S'tight, baby, s'good. Fuck,” he ground out, and you cried out as his hand slipped down to rub at your clit. Swear beaded on both of your skin, and the rhythmic sound of skin slapping skin mixed with breathy grunts filled the room. Your hands slid from the broad line of his shoulders to his ass, fingers dimpling the skin. Harry took the hint and moved faster, his cock reaching deeper and deeper inside of you, rubbing against that one spot.
“There!” You gasped, eyes screwing shut and your neck baring to him. “There, there, there!” Harry growled low in his throat as his mouth lowered to your throat, teeth baring and nibbling at your skin. He loved the taste of salt and sweat on your skin. His tongue licked a bold stripe up the column of your throat, and his eyes rolled again as you clenched around him.
“I’m close,” you whimpered, and he grunted in response, fingers moving quicker against your clit.
“Cum fo’ me, love. C'mon, give it to me,” Harry rasped, feeling heat cook tighter in his abdomen as you whined pitifully against his skin. You were so wet and warm and tight around him, and he could almost cry at the feeling. Your fingers dug into his ass, and you cried out, your walls pulsing around him as you came. Harry groaned lowly, hips stuttering as he followed you over the edge, ropes of hot cum spilling into you. Harry all but collapsed on top of you, his cock soft inside of you as you sponged kisses to his damp skin.
“All right?” You wheezed, running a hand through his sweaty hair. He nodded against your shoulder, breath puffing harshly into your ear.
“Next time yeh need me, though, darling,” he began, dropping a pert kiss to your neck, “don’t bite my peach, just ask”

Hiyaaa friends! This amazing fic was not written by me but by my close friend B, ( @spectralstyles ) she’s amazing and I love her! Anyway go show her some love! Hope you enjoyed the fic, thank you for reading. xx

model: Kate Moss - photography: Alasdair Mclellan - styling: Alister Mackie - hair: Anthony Turner - makeup: Lucia Pica - manicure: Lorraine Griffin - Another F/W 2014

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