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My cropped sweatshirt inspired me. Bought it from sonyabeeboutique. Originally posted by stilesstilinskiandlydiamartin. Thunder boomed loudly outside, shaking the window panes, the sharp sound of rain pelting on the roof doing nothing to comfort me. I sighed, burying my face in my pillow, my arms limply at my sides. She loved me too much, needed me too much, wanted to find herself on her own. I was pretty sure it was bullshit, an excuse to make herself feel better about leaving me alone. The two of you just always managed to find yourself in these situations, like you both lost the ability to think rationally around each other. You blamed his smile. Frantic breathing and heavy panting echos throughout the empty corridor on the fifteenth floor of the St. Regis Oriental Hotel as Harry and I tumble out of the only half-way opened doors of the elevator, our lips locked in a heated battle. I have my fingers tangled in his soft curls, keeping his mouth pressed to mine as if my life depended on it. I missed being being able to sit by the pool with you with our feet in the water while I was at the coral reefs in Australia. But most of all, I missed the way you take my cock and completely destroy me while I was lying all alone in my bunk on the bus, moaning your name into my pillow with my hand down my pants. His admittance makes me flush, Harry reaching forward and trapping me in his embrace, his strong arms clamping around my waist, keeping me in his iron grip as he lurches forward towards the door of our room. He scrambles down the long hallway, half-carrying and half-dragging my body along with him. Elegant paintings and detailed wallpaper flash by in a blur as we stumble blindly over the carpeted floor, everything around us becoming irrelevant as lust and desire clouds our minds. Just as my lips part to ask him the question, the first word barely slipping out of my mouth, Harry turns abruptly, slamming me into the sleek mahogany wooden door. An inhumane squeak of surprise emits from my throat, ringing clear through the air around us and bouncing off of the walls, but Harry silences me by crashing his swollen lips against mine, biting down in a rough outburst of dominance. Harry seems to ignore the question, sliding one large hand down my back and over my bum, hooking it right under my left thigh. He pulls it up onto his hip, pressing me farther into the door to keep me elevated as he repeats the action to my opposite leg, leaving my calves to dangle behind him. He presses his rapidly growing bulge over my moistening crotch, rocking his hips forward gently at first, but picking up pace as his erection continues to harden beneath me. Small groans slip from his lips as he speeds up, the volume of his voice also rising. Under regular circumstances, I would never let him do this in public, but the crew rented out this entire floor just for the whole tour team—including me and the boys— and we ditched them back at the restaurant, leaving the entire floor empty. Not only is it good under the immediate situation, but from having gone over to his flat once and found him jacking off, I can assure you that Harry was in no way quiet during shagging. I look up at him, repeating the question as I press open-mouthed kisses down his throat and onto his collarbone. He jerks as I sink my teeth down into his warm, smooth skin, warning me to not become too nippy because of his photo-shoot tomorrow. The key— the card to the door. I drag my nails down his clothed back, one hand tugging roughly on the collar of his dark navy button-down to bring the side of his neck down to meet my lips. I suck the skin inbetween my teeth, causing him to hiss through his gritted teeth. I squeeze his ass softly, causing him to chuckle at my small act of naughtiness. I hurriedly slide the card into the slot and as soon a the lock clicks open, Harry shoves me through the door, stomping into the silent bedroom and kicking the door closed with his foot. He gruffly flings me onto the bed and I sit up to watch as he nearly rips off his trench coat, throwing it in the general direction of the sofa couch. He slowly unbuttons his dress shirt, winking at me. You look so damn sexy. He had, in fact, seemed a bit detached during supper. Had barely even touched his food, which was so unlike Harry because, next to Niall, he ate the most out of the entire band. Whenever I had glanced over to see what he was doing, I was met with an intense gaze, the corners of his mouth tilting up ever-so-slightly into an amused and knowing smirk as if he possessed information I did not. My hips give a quick buck, his touch fusing the fire of utter need that was churning inside me at the moment. I react to his comment straight away, my nose and cheeks stinging at his crude yet desirable suggestion. He uses my distraction to his advantage and flips me over, pulling me over his hips to straddle him. He unbuttons my jeans, telling me to lift myself up so he can slide them off. After my pants are disposed of, his fingers hook onto my panties, glancing up at me with a devious grin plastered across his face as he drags them down my hips and off. My breath catches as his large hands roam the skin of my exposed legs, goosebumps erupting along the path of his light fingertips. He settles me over his face, my knees on either side as I keep myself propped over him. I press the palms of my hands against the exquisitely curved railings of the headboard, my fingers wrapping around the metal bars in anticipation. His gaze is burning into me, his eyes flicking over my dripping core as his hands roughly massage my bottom, making my legs quiver and making it harder to stay up. His arms loop over both of my thighs, his hands groping the fleshy skin along my upper legs as he begins to pull me closer to his mouth, his tongue wetting his lips as he gets ready to taste me for the first time in weeks. My breathing is rapid and shallow, the notion of having Harry in such a promising position making my stomach twist in pure longing for his touch and the feel of his lips passing over my eager sex. My grip instinctually tightens when I feel the warm skin of his cheeks pressing against my inner thighs and I have half a second to gather myself before I feel his lips incase my throbbing crotch. My back arches forward as I feel his hot lips gently tucking in around my folds, making himself a snug fit against me. His right eyebrow flits up ever-so-slightly, taunting me. I become impatient and take it upon myself to suffice the raging gnawing in my stomach, rocking my hips against his lips to ignite a fraction of the raw pleasure that I know only Harry taking over could ever provide me. Ecstasy boils up from my center, the flames of bliss lapping up against the pit of my stomach and spreading down my legs and all the way to my toes, a few whimpers rebelling against my lips. Harry finally gives in, his tongue flicking out to play against my over-teased bundle of nerves. I feel a chuckle forming in the back of his throat, the vibrations rolling up through my wired body and causing me to shutter against him. Harry slowly begins to move his head from side to side and gradually picks up speed, stimulating me farther than I thought possible. He hums proudly as he nods his head, his movements matching the strokes of his tongue. I let out a strangled gasp as he pulls my legs open wider, my body tilting forward to be completely supported by his hands and face, spreading me even more apart so he can go deeper. He blinks sluggishly, a glint of what I interpret to be desperation blossoming into his fierce eyes. I feel the helpful hold he has on my hips slide away, making me teeter back without the needed support of his arms. One of my own arms flings back, finding perch on his hard stomach to keep me from falling off of him. Any mocking he had been showing before has abandoned him, his eyebrows scrunching together in a pleading expression. I cast a glance behind me, my eyes narrowing to where his fingers are grappling with the buckle of his aged leather belt. This is the absolutely corroding feeling he is experiencing right now, which makes me sympathize with him. I watch with excited hunger as he quickly unbuttons his tight jeans, shoving them off his legs in record timing. His immense hard-on presses against the fabric of his black briefs, begging to be released from its restraints. My hand slides under the fabric, his rough coarse hair brushing against my fingertips as I graze his shaft. A sharp, muffled whine of approval emits from under me and I turn back around, tilting my head down to watch his face as I touch him. He gives his head a few urgent nods, reigniting the bliss in my abdomen. His eyes roll back in overwhelming pleasure, his hips jerking up into my palm to produce more of the delicious sensation that I know is mirroring my own. He focuses mainly on sucking, his tongue flicking back and forth at a mind-boggling speed to where I begin to feel lightheaded. I recognize this as a sign of climax, meaning my release could spill over at any second without warning. You fucking love it when I eat you out. You love it, right, baby? Mmm, say you love it. I can feel myself stumbling on edge, wanting nothing more than for Harry to give me the last push that will send me spiraling into the void of ecstasy. I harshly tug it over my head, chucking it to an unknown direction and reaching back for the clip of my beige-toned bra. I slip it off, letting it fall away onto the floor without seconds thoughts. Harry reaches up, cupping both of my breast in his large hands and giving each nipple a soft squeeze. Let me feel you come. My back gives an involuntary arch, the boundary that seems to have been holding in my release snapping like a twig and letting out wave after wave of sheer euphoric thunder rock across my body. I cry out blindly, my hands reaching up to yank at the roots of my sweaty hair as Harry keeps licking me up, every drop of my excitement being cleaned up by his eager tongue. He slowly pushes me onto his chest, wrapping his arms around me as I fall forward, utterly worked. He slowly slides his arms from around me, propping himself on his elbow to stare directly into my eyes, letting show through how worked up he is. Harry starts to squirm, the heat from my tired body radiating onto him and intensifying the want that is coursing through his mind. I grip onto his shoulder, pulling him closer to me so that our lips collide in a sloppy, passion-filled kiss that makes my cheeks and nose tingle. I blink up at him groggily, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip as I scan his hopeful eyes. He moans his gratitude against my lips, the tremble of his ragged voice breaks through my hazy mind-state, rekindling some of the lust from before, making my blood bubble with want all over again. He cradles the back of my neck, tilting me closer to him so that his warm lips connect with my throat. I mewl in agreement, begging him to take me in any way he wants as he suckles my delicate skin inbetween his teeth. Harry rips his mouth away from the now raw skin along my jugular, his huge hands encasing the area just below my waist and flipping me onto my stomach in a flash of linen sheets and flailing limbs. I crane my head to the side just as he slams his hands down on either side of my head, his fingers digging into the mattress as he lets his body hover over me. I feel him pressing into the dip of my back, his exposed cock dribbling some of its hot pre-come onto my blushed and sweaty flesh. My abdomen instantly tightens, the heated weight of his groin dabbing against my bare skin prodding my senses to go insane. Supported entirely by his arms, I can see the muscles of his forearm becoming taunt as he lowers himself ontop of me, the brush of contact making me jerk as he presses his lips against the back region of my shoulder, his hair tickling the skin in his wake. He drags his lips to the center of my upper back and up to the edge of my ear, playfully nipping at it as he speaks. He traces his lips back to the top of my back, opening his mouth up more so the kisses he delivers are damp and mind-spinning, the sensation throwing my nerves into over-drive. I have the fine white sheets clutched in my hand, fisting them as I try to keep my control. Harry always has a method of madness— a way to completely destroy me from the inside out without even being inside me yet— and each time, no matter how prepared I was, it worked. This is what pain in paradise is— this is what sex with Harry is. My eyes screw shut as I try my best to maintain my breathing level, wanting to hold everything in until I had him inside me. Harry is now sucking on the skin along my lower back, biting down gently at my hips as the next promise leaves his mouth. You know I love it rough you, baby. And if I recall correctly, so do you? I nod my head, staring up at him as he smooths his hands down my sides and onto my hips, pulling them up as he stands to balance on his knees. My ass is basically in the air, Harry kneading it as he shoves his knee inbetween both of my legs, the action being a sign to tell me to spread myself open. He peels his gaze away, leaning forward so that his nose is brushing my shoulder, his chest pressed to my back. He gives small pecks along the entire area, one of his hands looping under my stomach while the other reaches up and pushes all of my hair over my face to expose the back of my neck and to allow me to get a better look at him. The view is taken away when he settles his chin onto the shoulder I was looking over, pressing his nose into the crook of my neck. His eyes pierce into me, the green a deep forest emerald and clouded with lust. A few ringlets of his silky hair fall across his forehead, sticking to the anticipation sweat that has made a thin sheen across his face. His teeth are digging into his lip, making it change a few darker shades of red than before and I find myself fixated by how incredibly tempting he can make himself look with barely any effort. I yelp out in a mixture of surprise and pain, his large length stretching me out for the first time in too long. I let out a strangled squawk, his cock being bigger than I could remember. Tears gather at the corners of my eyes, the sharp stinging in my abdomen beginning to get the best of me. Harry takes in a stuttered breath, pulling back and then thrusting forward again. He sets a slow pace, rolling his hips into me with a steady rhythm. The pain fades into a mild discomfort that I can deal with so I concentrate on his touch instead. He maintains the constant rhythm, but his thrusting becomes deeper and harder. You like it hard and slow? I let out a quiet whimper of agreement, my fingers fumbling back to tangle in his sweaty curls, clawing at his shoulders until I find the hair at the nape of his neck. I pull forward so his head tilts down, his lips smashing into mine. So bloody tight for Daddy, huh? My pretty little angel is so tight for me— so ready for me to fuck. He grins deviously into the kiss, whispering the next part as if it were a secret just between me and him that nobody else was allowed to overhear. You were practically begging for me to fuck you. A smile similar to his spreads across my face as I give his hair another rough pull. The knowing smirk is wiped clean off his face, his brows furrowing and face twisting in an expression of absolute untamable rapture. His head bobs up and down in what I think to be a nod and he starts to thrust faster, one hand reaching up inbetween the bars of the headboard to press flat against the wall. His thrusts become rougher, his eyes snapping closed. His words stutter along with each thrust, all of his energy seeming to leave him in intervals. I feel him sputter into me, three ribbons of his release splattering against my walls. He blinks a few times, the cloudy haze dissipating from his eyes. I myself slump forward onto the sheets, breathing hard despite barely doing any of the work. After he seems to come back to his senses, his head lulls to the side to face me, the corner of his lips tilting up in a satisfied smile. I return his sweet smile, leaning towards him to plant a soft kiss atop his nose. He grins, tapping his chin as if he were in thought and then nods his head several times. He laughs, shrugging his shoulders. He turns his body towards me, propping his chin on the palm of his hand and raising an eyebrow. I mean, a few minutes ago you were begging this dick to fuck you. Guess my dickieness is working out pretty well for me. He chuckles, pulling me into his chest and setting his cheek against the top of my head. I take one of his humongous hands into mine, playing with his fingers. How they convinced management to let you come along for the next leg of the tour is beyond me. He suddenly jerks up, his eyebrows furrowing, a disapproving frown taking up his features. I shake my head, staring down at my hands. Harry hates it when I admit something like this. He hates seeing the people he cares about think so down about themselves, but how is it my fault that I just am who I am? Yeah, everything I have is an absolute blessing, but it could never compare to you. My career is one of the most important things in my life, but it will never get close to how important you are to me, darling. I would give it up— all of it— if it came down to picking one or the other. My success in life is literally because you kicked some sense into my sixteen-year-old pessimist ass. You were the one that shoved me out the door and made me continue pursuing my dream. Hearing him defending me and how passionate he is over making me feel important stirs up my emotions, making tears start to slide down my face. Harry cups my cheeks, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. The jade eyes that have held everything from anger and sadness to elation and gratefulness with me in mind. The jade eyes that, about two years ago, confessed that he shared the same feelings I had for him. The same jade eyes that now stare down at me, glinting with love and adoration as he presses a kiss to my cheek. He lifts his head, his eyes shimmering in realization as what seems to be the perfect explanation surfaces in his mind. I want to be with you everyday and it pains me— it pains me so much to see how you think of yourself as something minor in my life. I sit there, cast into what seems to be a deep trance of awe at what Harry has just told me. I let the tears flow freely, overwhelmed with pure blessedness as what Harry had said really sinks in. I throw my arms around his neck, sobbing into his shoulder as he cradles me into his lap, pressing tender kisses all over my face. We sit there wrapped in the duvet, time seeming frozen as we cuddle, listening to Harry tell funny stories about his tour bus experiences. I flip onto my back, propping myself up onto my elbows and turning my head to look at him. I came when you ate me out and you came when you nearly fucked me into oblivion. I decide that fighting him on this is useless so I relax instead, watching patiently as reaches over me to the nightstand next to the bed. Harry rummages through the cabinet, pulling out a deep-shaded red-colored box with a shimmery plum-tinted ribbon tied around it. He tosses the box to where it lands a few inches away from my left leg. With a final shove, he gets it shut, immediately snatching the box from my hands. Inside, the box is padded with tissue paper that matches the ribbon and in the middle lies a long, metal rod-looking item. Harry picks it up, showing off a few buttons on the underside of the item. He clicks one and a distinct humming fills the room. He gives me a sly grin, sliding the box father away from where we sit until it falls off the edge of the bed. Better he get caught by his mum than me getting caught by the press. He taps my upper leg, telling me to spread my legs. You know, just to make sure it functions properly. Harry drags the cold vibrating machine up against my inner thigh, his lips now planting soft suckling kisses all around my crotch. He blows lightly, looking up at me through his lashes. I meet his eyes, an impish gleam washing across the bright green around his pupils. I return his grin, sinking down further into the pillows and making myself comfortable. I spread my legs open wider, giving him full access. Thank you guys for reading my imagine! I hope you enjoyed it! Sorry for any typos! As always, all the loooovvveee! JavaScript is required to view this site. Log in Sign up. 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