Girl we need to discuss a thing. Think about it. Don't you know...when Harry is in *that* mood..daddy, being a little shit. KNOWING the orgasm he can give you & your body is his. He's above you, constantly watching your face. Egging you on. Cocky smirk. Slight nodding of his head, smug AF. "Mhm...I know what spot it is, don't I, pet?" Your eyes wide when you look up at him & nod. His cock so relentless in his strokes. "Go on then, my sweet girl," Dimples pop. "Putty in m'hands, aren't yeh."
But the face he would make at you… that smirk, the one that’s so incredibly cocky it makes you want to slap him and fuck him all at the same time. The same smirk that falters when you pulse around him every time he hits the spot he’s talking about, the same smirk that disappears when his mouth falls open in awe as he watches your body positively shiver underneath him as he keeps ramming up into you - ramming, yes, cause every time he’d slow down his hips you’d ask him to go harder.
“That’s the spot, innit? Right here?” He asks you, mouth open when he watches your back arch and a tear run down your cheek, every sensation a bit too much but you welcome all of it. “Gonna cum, aren’t yeh? Can feel it… feel it on my cock.”
And all you can do is nod before gasping for breath, your nails digging into his bicep when he reaches between you and presses his fingers to your clit. “C’mon now, pet. Cum. Make a mess outta m’ cock, c’mon…”
And then he’s smirking again, watching you shut incoherent words mixed in with his name while your fingers almost rip the sheets when you fight against the intensity of your climax.
“Did good, didn’t I? Fucked yeh so good… ” He’d say with a that insufferable smirk and you whine, rolling your hips up. “Gonna make yeh cum again.”
And that is a ticket for another earth shattering orgasm, every single one he gives you paired with a cocky smile that let’s you know all the yelling and thrashing and moaning you’re doing are confirming to him something you already knew - only he can fuck you this good.