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24 Hours in Room 426 - pt 2 [complete]
Summary: Part 2 of 24 hours in a hotel room with boyfriend!LHH. Smut held together (loosely) by fluff. There’s no plot.
Content warnings: smut (nipple play, light hair pulling, overstimulation, toys, squirting, creampie kink, oral M and F receiving), fluff, alcohol, food, LHH and bunrry. Warnings are for both parts.
Word count: 7058
A/N: thank you for the love on part 1! I hope you also enjoy part 2 :) if you did please please reblog or even send me a lil ask about it, it would make my week ;D. There’s a couple of bits in this that I’d be more than happy to expand on if anyone was interested hehe. Oh and not really a warning but there’s like mention of the trials and tribulations of having a bf in the biggest boyband on the planet in this part. And kinda in the first part I guess but oh well.
3:22pm
The only sound in the room was the TV, playing whatever movie you’d found that looked half decent. Harry was lying on the sofa, legs crossed at the ankle and propped on one arm rest, his head on the other. His arms were folded across his chest, his freshly washed hair wrapped up in a towel. You looked over at him from where you were sorting out your mess of a suitcase, watching his head nod to the side and then snap back up, his body jolting him awake. That was probably the third time you’d seen him do that, and you weren’t even really paying attention to him.
“Just go for a nap.”
“M’not sleepy,” he grumbled.
“You’re literally falling asleep right now, H.”
“No m’not.” His eyes were closed, and by the way his face was contorting you could tell he was stifling a yawn.
“Come on,” you got up, going over to him and grabbing his wrists to help pull him to his feet. “Bed.”
With what appeared to be great personal effort, Harry stood up, the towel falling from his head in the process. He shook out his damp hair as he stumbled over to the bed, water flying off the unruly curls. Flopping down heavily on the bed, he curled onto his side.
“Will you lie with me?”
“Sure.”
You grabbed your phone before joining him on the bed. You didn’t really feel like sleeping, but you were more than happy to just chill and watch the movie while he slept. Putting a couple of pillows behind your head so you could comfortably see the TV, you lay down next to him, lifting your arm to let him tuck into your side. Harry threw a bent leg over yours, an arm dropping heavily across your middle. His hair was wet against your warm but you didn’t mind, your hand rubbing his back gently. Your fingers traced soft circles on his forearm, and soon his breathing became slower and deeper as he drifted to sleep.
7:31pm
Dressed in your new dress, heels on and hair and make up done, you opened the ensuite door to go back into the bedroom. At least, that was your plan, until Harry stopped you in the doorway.
“Wait, hold on.”
“What, why?”
“Just stay in there a minute,” he shooed you back into the bathroom, pulling the door closed - only to open it a moment later, kiss your forehead, and then close it again.
Puzzled, you busied yourself with putting your make up back into its travel case. You were just about done by the time you heard a knocking on the bathroom door.
“What is he doing?” you muttered under your breath as you checked your reflection in the mirror before opening the door.
You were greeted by a smiling Harry, who completely ignored the confusion written across your face.
“Hello.”
“...hi?” you replied uncertainly as he leaned in to kiss your cheek.
“You look gorgeous.”
“Thank you..?” you smile, confusion still evident in your tone.
“I’m picking you up for our date.”
Of course.
“Ohhh, okay, sorry I’m with you. How was uh, how was the traffic?”
“Ugh,” he rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically. “Nightmare, don’t even get me started. Shall we?”
He gestured to the table, leading you by the arm to the table that sat only a few steps away from the bathroom door. He’d moved one of the chairs so that instead of sitting opposite each other, you’d be sat around the corner of the table. He pulled out your chair for you, helping you scoot it closer to the table once you were seated.
“Thank you.”
You watched him as he moved to his own seat, shrugging off his blazer and hanging it over the back of his chair. He wore the same ripped skinny jeans as yesterday, but instead of a t- shirt they were paired with a loose, off-white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows, and instead of bare feet he had on camel chelsea boots. His shirt was unbuttoned over halfway, and hung off him in such a way that when he leaned forward as he sat down it gaped open, giving you a clear view of the expanse of his chest - the sparrow tattoos just below his collar bones with a cross necklace hanging between them, right down to the butterfly on his stomach. He ruffled his hair as he settled in his seat, shaking it forwards then raking his fingers through it to push it back off his face before turning to you.
“Champagne?”
Harry didn’t wait for your response, reaching for the bottle and two glasses on the table.
“When’d you get that?” you wondered aloud as he poured you both a glass.
“Got it sent up last night before you arrived, but obviously we never got round to drinking it.”
He handed you your glass, and you waited for him to lift his before clinking them together.
“Cheers.” “Cheers.”
You both took a sip, and he watched you over his glass as he did so. You held his gaze for a moment, but soon found it so intense you had to look away, your eyes scanning the table instead. There was a lit candle in the centre - one you recognised as one of Harry’s own, a piece of home on the road.
It was then that you heard it. While you were getting ready he’d put on some playlist, playing softly through a portable speaker on the dresser beneath the TV. This was different though - instead of music there was the sound of people talking. Not loud enough to distinguish any words, just the background hubbub of multiple conversations, muttered in low tones. There was the occasional clatter of silverware, the clink of glasses – it almost sounded as if you were in a restaurant…
“What are we listening to?” you looked to Harry, your mouth curling into a questioning smile.
“Restaurant ambiance,” he smirked, taking another sip of champagne.
“You’re ridiculous,” you laughed, shaking your head. “I love you.”
You scooted your chair closer to the corner of the table, and he did the same, until they were almost touching. You leaned in to kiss his cheek once you were close enough, your lips catching the corner of his mouth instead when he turned his head at the last second. He lifted his hand to your cheek, his thumb grazing your bottom lip. His eyes were trained on your mouth as he leaned in, lids slipping shut at the last second before your lips connected. It was a short kiss, but one you know you would have never shared in an actual public restaurant.
It truly didn’t bother you that you were trapped in this hotel room - it had its benefits, after all. It was different for him, you knew, not being able to explore and just be wherever and however he wanted. For these 24 hours though, it worked in your favour. You didn’t have to share him with anyone - he was yours and yours alone.
The thought did cross your mind then, how you were glad to be in the privacy of your own room, where you could touch and kiss and talk about whatever you pleased, but you didn’t voice it. All that would do is highlight the way it might have been if you had gone out, and then he’d apologise, and you’d have to reassure him that it was fine, and it would be a whole thing. A whole thing you’d done enough of in the past. So instead, you placed your hand on his knee and reached for your glass, leaning back into your seat as he started to recount some story or another.
You’d talked and laughed and sipped your way through two glasses each before either of you thought to look at ordering food, Harry reaching for the room service menu while you shared the last of the bottle between your glasses. He clicked his tongue, humming as he read through the options.
“What ya thinkin’?” You leaned your head on his shoulder to look at the menu together, open on the table between you; his hand coming to rest on your thigh.
“I’m thinking we should switch to white wine.”
“Sure,” you smiled. “I want the pasta. But I also want a pizza.”
“Could get both and split them?”
You lifted your head off his shoulder to look at him. “You’re a genius.”
He just nodded, as if to say well, we already knew that.
“You want garlic bread as well?”
“Obviously.”
He nodded again, and gave your thigh a squeeze, the bands of the thick rings on his index and middle fingers cold against your skin, before pushing his chair back and standing up. Leaning back in your seat, you took a contented sip of your drink while he called in your order from the phone on the bedside table.
9:01pm
By the time the food had arrived you’d long finished your drink and had moved on to devouring each other. Your hands tangled in his hair and his inching further up your thighs, dangerously close to their apex, you’d jumped at the knock on the door. Harry had cursed, his short fingernails scratching along your skin as his fingers curled into a fist.
You’d collected yourself while he let the waiters in, moving your glasses aside to let one of them set two large trays down on the table, another exchanging a bottle of white wine and two wine glasses for your empty champagne one(s). Somehow you’d both managed to eat something - once it was in front of you you realised how hungry you actually were - and before long you were sitting on the sofa nursing a glass of wine, waiting for Harry to come back from setting the trays outside the door to be taken away, leftover pizza safely stored in the mini fridge.
You surveyed him over the top of your glass when he returned, picking his phone off the bedside table and putting on some quiet music.
“I think we’re done with the restaurant ambiance for now.”
You giggled, the sound catching in your throat as he made his way over to you. His demeanour had shifted, the wide easy smile he’d worn for most of the evening gone. His brow was furrowed slightly, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as his eyes trailed up and down your body.
You chewed at your lip, breaking eye contact for a second to set your glass down on the dresser. When you looked back he was just sitting down next to you, his hands reaching for your waist, and you took the hint, clambering into his lap. His hands held your hips, settling you on top of him as he leaned back against the seat, spreading his legs as he got comfortable.
Threading your fingers through his hair, you pushed it away from his face, tucking a strand behind his left ear.
“Thanks for dinner.”
“Y’welcome.”
His voice was low, his eyes still boring into yours, breaking away only to glance down at your lips and then back up to your eyes. His hands moved up your body, his palms brushing over the sides of your breasts before his arms wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you down to him. Your mouth found his with a soft moan, his lips moving with yours. His tongue slipped past your lips as his hand moved to grip the back of your neck, giving you no choice but to let him explore your mouth.
Your hands dipped inside the front of his shirt, one resting on his chest and one clutching the side of his neck as you kissed. Your lips soon replaced the latter, nudging the collar of his shirt aside with your nose to sponge wet kisses along his skin. He hummed appreciatively, pulling the straps of your dress down to let the loose fabric of your dress fall to your waist when you straightened up. He kissed the tops of your breasts hungrily, teeth nipping and lips sucking at your skin. Your chest heaved as you breathed deeply, your head dropping back. You reached behind you to undo your bra, Harry’s hands moving quickly to help you pull it off and drop it to the floor.
The moment your breasts were free he buried his face between them, his hands kneading them roughly, pushing them into his face, rings cold against your skin. He turned his head slightly to kiss the right one, beginning a circle of sucking kisses that spiralled closer and closer to your nipple. His hand still gripped the other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. You whimpered at his touch, the contact leaving you all the more desperate for him to touch your almost painfully hard right nipple.
“Fuck,” you moaned when he finally sucked it into his mouth, rolling his tongue across its peak.
Your hands rested on his shoulders, toying with the ends of his hair, twisting strands around your fingers. You gave a frustrated tug when he removed his mouth from your flesh, another whimper passing your lips. You looked down at him, a pout ready on your lips, but he didn’t notice. The crease between his brows was more evident than before, his eyes focused on your chest. He swapped his hands, his left squeezing your right breast, thumb grazing over your damp nipple; his right holding your waist, the fabric of your dress bunched up between his fingers. He repeated his earlier motions, his lips pressing open mouthed kisses to your skin.
“H, please.”
He didn’t respond, didn’t give any indication that he’d even heard you, just continued with his work. You knew he did though, because he was working in even tighter circles now, drawing out the route he was taking, the corner of his lips brushing over your nipple ever so slightly - just to spite you. You were about to take matters into your own hands, grasp his hair at the root and arch your back to angle yourself just right, when he finally brought the point of his tongue to your nipple, swirling around it once before sucking it into his mouth fully.
You moaned at the feeling, relief flooding through your nerves. You rolled your hips instinctively, grinding down onto his lap. You could feel him hard beneath you, contained by his tight jeans in a way that couldn’t be comfortable for him. He made you wait for your relief though, so you were in no hurry to help him out. Except you kind of were, but you were determined not to. It was like a game, who could get who the most worked up before they snapped, and it almost always went the same way. You’d think you had him - the way he was looking at you before he joined you on the sofa made you think you held all the cards. He wanted you, badly. And then all of a sudden, there you were, putty in his hands. It would be infuriating if it didn’t make you feel so good - if he didn’t make you feel so good.
So, you resolved to just make things worse for him, weaving your fingers through his hair and tugging. He groaned around your nipple, the vibrations sending shocks through your body. You clenched around nothing, pressing your clothed pussy against his crotch. His fingers dug into your waist, encouraging you to give another roll of your hips. That stopped you, of course, lifting yourself up slightly so you were no longer sitting directly on him.
He released your nipple with a wet pop, your movements pulling it from his mouth, and looked up at you intently. You were both breathing heavily, his lips slightly puffy and glistening.
“Did you bring the… stuff?”
He paused before the last word, a fraction of a section longer than even his usual slow cadence, just enough to emphasise the word. To imply that he didn’t mean any old stuff, but rather, The Stuff.
“Mmhmm,” you nodded, your tongue flicking out to wet your bottom lip and draw it into your mouth, biting down on it gently.
He turned his head, eyes flicking purposefully towards your suitcase.
You’d forgotten about it, in all honesty, until you’d gone to rearrange your bag earlier. Now sitting on top of a sloppily folded hoodie was a second make up bag, brought on this trip at Harry’s request. Its contents were simple: a g-spot vibrator, a bottle of lube, and a packet of toy and body wipes.
You nodded again, confirming the location of The Stuff.
“Can I?”
A third nod, more eager than the last. Harry kissed the valley between your breasts firmly, hands giving your hips a squeeze before pushing at them to get you to stand up.
You moved to sit on the end of the bed while he grabbed the bag, your dress discarded on the floor in the process. You bent to undo the strap on your heels, but Harry stopped you, stepping between your legs. His finger curled under your chin, tilting your face upwards.
“Leave them on.”
Another nod. It was as if you’d lost the power of speech all of a sudden, silently moving up the bed until your head hit the pillows. Harry stayed at the end of the bed a moment longer, pulling your underwear from your body as you moved away from him. Shoving them into the back pocket of his jeans, he crawled up beside you.
He lay on his side next to you, still fully clothed beside your naked body. You held his gaze, your breathing shallow, as he leaned over you to kiss you, your eyes only closing for the short time his lips were on yours before opening to watch him pull away. His eyes dropped down to focus on the make up bag, now resting on your stomach, but yours studied his face. You watched his Adam's apple bob in his throat as he swallowed, a muscle in his jaw flexing with the movement. You shifted your gaze, watching him take the vibrator from the bag. You watched him stretch across you to put the bag down on the bed, out of the way. You watched him settle back on his side, pushing his hair back off his face before bending his elbow and resting his head on the palm of his hand. You watched the front of his shirt gape open, revealing the entirety of his right pec. You watched him drag the curved tip of the toy, not yet turned on, along the centre of your stomach, between your breasts, and up to your mouth. Only when he rested it on your bottom lip did your eyes return to his face, opening your mouth to let him slide it between your lips.
You knew there was music playing in the room but for the life of you you couldn’t have said what it was. The only thing your senses were registering was Harry. The smell of his shampoo and cologne. The warmth of his body beside you. The sight of his brows knitted together, his tongue rolling over his bottom lip slowly. The sound of his breathing, growing heavier with each gentle push and pull of the toy into your mouth. The taste of hard plastic on your tongue.
You swallowed harshly once your mouth was empty, the toy buzzing to life when Harry clicked a button on its base. The two of you watched as he brought it to your skin, starting between your breasts. He followed the same course his mouth had earlier - slow, teasing circles around each breast. Your breathing was shaky, your chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale. You closed your eyes, willing yourself to relax, to just take it all in, enjoy the whole experience. The anticipation was killing you though, the leisurely pace and featherlight touch with which he was dragging the vibrator across your skin. You shifted, rubbing your thighs together to try and get some relief from the throbbing between your legs.
Harry lifted the toy from your chest, and for a moment you thought he’d given up on the game, that he was going to press it firmly to your clit or push it into your dripping centre - but you couldn’t have been more wrong. You opened your eyes to see him drop it onto your stomach instead and grab your knee, pulling your thighs apart. You whined, watching him pin your leg to the bed with his own before picking the toy back up.
He did, however, grant you some mercy, dipping his head to suck your nipple into his mouth. He focused the vibrator on the other breast now, circling around the very edge of your nipple. You moaned gratefully, your back arching. You threaded your fingers through his hair, pushing back the waves that fell around his face so you could see him. His eyes were closed, focused on rolling his tongue over your nipple over and over. You squirmed beneath him, your hips rolling, searching for something to grind against. Your hand in his hair acted on instinct, trying to push him down your body to where you needed him to be. He didn’t oblige, instead pulling back and propping himself up on his elbow.
“Please,” you whispered, your eyes locking onto his, your hand reaching out to tuck a lone curl behind his ear before settling at the back of his neck.
He didn’t reply, still ghosting the toy tortuously around your nipple.
You tightened your grip on his hair, arching your back and trying to close your legs, making him press down with his knee to keep your leg pressed to the sheets.
“Please, Harry.”
And just like that, you’d lost the game. Because of course you fucking did. You always did.
A smile spread across Harry’s face, a stupid smug smirk that you wanted to kiss off his stupid smug face. He didn’t give you a chance to though, your mouth dropping open in a desperate gasp as he pressed the vibrator right to your clit.
“Holy fuck,” you moaned, followed by a whine when he pulled the toy away.
Your body writhed on the bed, as much as he would let it anyway, your fingers twisting into his hair once more. Harry leaned over you, rubbing his nose against yours, hovering his lips over yours.
“What do you want, baby?”
You pulled his face that little bit closer to yours, bringing your lips together in a desperate kiss. He returned it with the same fervour, grinding against your thigh. You could feel his cock pressing against you, hard and thick inside his jeans.
“Just,” you breathed against his lips, in between sucking kisses. “Touch me. Please.”
“Okay. Why didn’t you just say?” His tone was casual, as if you’d been being difficult about where you wanted to go for lunch.
You rolled your eyes, Harry pecking your cheek before pulling away and lying back on his side. You breathed deeply, reading yourself for his next move, half expecting him to continue to tease you. Thankfully, he did not, instead pressing the tip of the vibrator to your clit and holding it there.
You moaned, moving your hips to grind your pussy against the toy. Harry’s leg still kept yours from raising off the bed, but he allowed you to move enough for that. You were so worked up from his teasing, arousal building inside you since way back before you even ate, that you knew it wouldn’t take much for you to come. Harry clicked the button on the base of the toy again, turning up the intensity of the vibrations, and your lower body tensed.
“Oh my god,” your voice was just above a whisper, your eyes squeezing shut.
He slid the toy along the length of your pussy, dipping inside you just barely before returning to your clit. You let him repeat the motion once more before you couldn’t take it anymore, your hand grabbing his and holding it where you needed it. You just about heard Harry groan beside you, but your mind was clouding over, entirely consumed by pleasure. Your grip tightened on Harry’s hand when you felt it move, but you needn’t have worried. He flicked his wrist, jerking the toy back and forth in tiny rapid movements, just like he’d seen you do, and you were coming, your whole body tensing and your hips bucking up wildly. The vibrations kept you coming, pleasure rushing through your body in waves, spreading all the way to the tips of your toes, and Harry kept the vibrations coming, holding the toy firmly against your clit. Your fingernails dug into his skin as you gripped his hand - it was starting to become too much but you didn’t want to pull him away just yet, wanted to see how long you could hold out.
The choice was soon taken from you, Harry’s stronger hand moving the vibrator away from your clit. Your body slumped, a heavy breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding forcing its way out of your chest. You only had a moment’s respite though, a shuddering gasp bursting from your lips when Harry pushed the toy inside you. It slipped into your wet pussy easily, the curved tip nestled against your g spot firmly.
“Oh my god!”
You were much louder this time, taken by surprise. Harry started to flick his wrist again, this time to thrust the toy in and out of you quickly. Your walls spasmed around the toy, a second orgasm charging its way towards you at record speed. You could feel the muscles in Harry’s hand twitching under your palm, straining to keep pushing the toy into you.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come–”
The second you squeaked out the words you were coming again, even harder than before, your back arched off the bed and your head pressing back into the pillows. It all happened so fast after that - Harry letting your orgasm force the toy out of your pussy, pressing it back to your clit instead, white hot pleasure blocking out every one of your senses except the rattling sound of wet vibrations.
“Fucking hell.”
Body sinking into the mattress, you pulled weakly at Harry’s wrist. Your nerves were on fire, and you felt like one more touch to your swollen clit might kill you off. He clicked the toy off, tossing it onto the duvet and bringing his hand gently to your cheek instead.
“That was so hot,” he grunted into your open mouth, sucking your bottom lip between his own. “You alright?”
You took a moment to think, your chest heaving with each heavy breath. Your senses were coming back to you, and your predominant feeling was wetness. You could feel it pooling under your ass, and in the creases where your thighs met your pelvis. It had happened a few times before - you squirting - but it took you both by surprise every time. Were you alright, though? Yeah, you’d say so. More than alright.
“Yeah,” you nodded, puffing your cheeks up and forcing the air past your lips in a heavy sigh. “Yeah, I’m good.”
It took a few minutes for you to fully recover, Harry’s fingertips drawing gentle circles on your waist and his lips pressing gentle kisses to your lips. Once he felt you start to kiss him back properly, though, your body curving off the bed to press against his, he brought his hand back to the side of your neck. His thumb brushed along the edge of your jaw, across your bottom lip, his eyes watching you intently as you sucked it into your mouth.
You moved so your body was over his, one of your legs slotted between his. You tugged at his wrist, pulling his thumb from your mouth and linking your fingers together. Bringing your clasped hands down to the bed you kissed along his jaw, gradually making your way down his neck and chest. With one hand he undid the last few buttons of shirt, so by the time your lips reached the butterfly tattooed on his torso the rest of your path was clear.
You moved to unbuckle his belt, dropping his hand, but he was faster, hands pulling at the leather deftly. You lay back on the bed again, propped up on your elbows as he wiggled out of his jeans and boxers. Harry kneeled over you while he shrugged off his shirt, keeping eye contact with you as he leaned down to kiss you. You let your lips connect, but only briefly, your hands pushing at his chest so he was on his back again. You were determined to finish what you’d started, complete the path of kisses you’d began plotting down his body. And besides, you didn’t think you could handle him touching you again just yet.
Kneeling beside him on the bed, you reached for the discarded make up bag, dropping it to the floor once you’d retrieved the bottle of lube. You pumped a generous amount into your hand before tossing the bottle too. Harry gasped through gritted teeth when you let a few drops drip down onto the head of his cock, the liquid cold on his sensitive skin. You soon warmed him back up though, your hand wrapping around his length and spreading the lube across his skin. Holding the base firmly, you dipped your head to lick the underside of his cock, your open mouth hovering over the head when you reached the top. You stayed there for just a heartbeat, letting him feel the warmth of your breath, before repeating the motion. When you looked up at him through your lashes he was propped up on his elbows, watching you. You dipped your head further, keeping your eyes on his as you wrapped your lips around him. He moaned, his hands gripping the sheets when you started to suck, massaging his slit with your tongue. You closed your eyes, dipping your head lower to take more of him, then coming back up. Your lips pouted around his cock, you looked back up at him.
Harry leaned his head back with a groan, running his fingers through his hair. You lowered your head again slowly, taking more and more of him into your mouth until you felt like you couldn’t take any more. One hand wrapped around what wouldn’t fit in your mouth, the other cupped his balls and applied gentle pressure, the back of your index finger stroking the sensitive area behind his balls.
“Oh fuck yeah.”
His hips bucked up as he spoke, his cock hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.
“Shit, sorry,” he mumbled, lifting his head to look down at you.
You pulled off him to swallow the excess spit and lube collecting in your mouth, your hand pumping his length, but when you moved to lower your head again he stopped you. His hand cupped your cheek, tilting your face towards his.
“I can’t,” he shook his head, nibbling on his bottom lip. “I need to fuck you.”
“Okay,” you nodded, sitting back on your heels. “Why didn’t you just say?”
Harry sighed in mock exasperation, prodding your thigh with his finger before standing up. He helped you get to your feet too, catching you when you stumbled off the bed. His hands moved from your waist up to your face, holding your cheeks with both hands as he kissed you. Guiding you over to the table, he pressed a series of firm kisses to your lips, ending with a particularly long one before helping you hop up onto the table.
You lay back on the hard surface, propped up on your elbows with your legs dangling off the side. Harry stood between your legs, gripping your calves to hitch them up to his waist and pulling you to the very edge of the table.
The height of the table meant you were perfectly aligned - all he had to do was tilt his hips and cock was tucked between your folds, rubbing along the length of your pussy. Completely soaked from your orgasm, your bodies slid together easily, and you hummed contentedly.
Harry repeated the movement a few times, covering himself in you, before letting go of one of your legs to wrap his hand around his length. You giggled breathily when he tapped his cock against your clit a few times, your skin tingling with sensitivity, before he guided himself into you with a heavy moan. Taking hold of your leg again, he used them both as leverage to push himself fully into you.
“Jesus.”
You watched him mutter under his breath as he watched himself slide in and out of you slowly. It felt incredible, you could feel every inch of him in this position, dragging over your most sensitive parts. His head dipped, his expression was one of deep concentration and focus. You watched his abs tense with each deep thrust into you, muscles flexing under his butterfly tattoo. You could just about see the laurels above where your bodies connected, partially obscured by your thighs.
Still just as deep, his movements began to pick up speed.
“Oh,” you gasped, your head dropping back and your mouth hanging open.
“You feel,” he paused to grunt with a particularly hard thrust. “So fucking good.”
You just hummed, words evading you. Harry grunted every few thrusts, and you lifted your head to look at him again. His hair had fallen around his face, and he was watching your body jolt on the table with the force of his movements, your breasts bouncing rhythmically. You caught each other’s eyes, a breathless chuckle passing both your lips that clearly said this is incredible, right? He gave a few more harder thrusts, biting his bottom lip, and you whined at how deep he was hitting inside you.
He shifted, repositioning so your legs were flush to his chest, your ankles above his shoulders. You lay back fully on the table, embracing the stretch in the back of your legs. Harry’s fingers dug into your thighs where he gripped them to his body, his cock somehow even deeper inside you than before. He rolled his hips a few times, dragging his cock across your g spot and making you moan before he started thrusting again. You gasped each time he did, the pitch rising each time. You knew you were being insanely loud, but you literally couldn’t help it. Your hands kneaded your breasts roughly, tweaking your nipples between your fingers, desperately trying to crest the mountain of pleasure rising inside you.
Still holding one of your thighs tight to his chest, still fucking into you persistently, Harry leaned forwards to take over. Your legs hooked over his shoulders, and the new angle meant his pelvis bumped against your clit with every thrust. With his hand clawing at your breast, the pressure building up inside you was ready to snap again.
“I’m gonna come–”
He swore at your moaned admission, his brow furrowing and jaw tensing as he redoubled his efforts. You whined and writhed your way through your third orgasm of the evening, your hands grasping his forearm in a desperate search for something to ground you as pleasure wracked through you.
When you came back to Earth Harry was still pounding into you, but you could tell he was getting closer to his own release. He was moaning and cursing, and his hand on your breast was pushing you against the table as he began to struggle to support his weight.
He seemed to realise the latter himself, moving his hand to the table by your waist instead, his other hand leaving your thigh and doing the same on your other side. You tried to meet his frantic thrusts as best you could, but after one too many mistimed jerks of your hips you opted to just clench around him, again and again.
He looked down with a groan, as if he could see into where your walls were squeezing him, his hair falling in front of his face . He was close enough now that you could reach up and push it back, letting you see into his pretty green eyes when he looked back up at you. The chain dangling around his neck swung with each slam into you, the cross hitting him squarely in the chest each time.
You tightened your hand in his hair into a fist, tugging his head back ever so slightly at the same time as you gave a particularly tight pulse around him.
“Fffuck me…”
The words almost got stuck in his throat, his teeth digging hard into his bottom lip as he struggled to form an ‘F’ sound before they burst past his lips forcefully.
Harry moaned loudly as he came, his thrusts not slowing until he was fully spent, releasing inside you in heavy bursts. Eventually slowing to a steady grind, he pushed his cum deeper into you with each roll of his hips
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, leaning down to kiss you messily. You bit his bottom lip as he pulled away, only letting go at the last possible moment to let him straighten up.
He eased your legs down from his shoulders, massaging your thighs. Your hips ached, and your hamstrings were beginning to sting, but you knew you’d do it again in a heartbeat. You might even do it again tomorrow, who could say.
You watched Harry watch himself pull out of you slowly, taking his time to drag out every last moment.
“Stay there, don’t move.”
You weren’t in any particular rush to go anywhere, so you just nodded, laying back with your eyes closed and your legs dangling over the edge of the table. Your eyes flew open again a moment later, a buzzing sound reaching your ears from the other end of the table.
“H,” you whined. “I can’t.”
You sat up to look at him, sitting in a chair at the head of the table and holding the vibrator.
“I think you can, gorgeous.”
He lifted your leg back onto his shoulder, trailing his fingers softly along your outer thigh while he looked to you for confirmation to proceed. You sighed, slumping back against the table. Harry said your name softly, pressing you for an actual answer.
“Go on then.”
In an instant the toy was pressed to your clit, and your body seized up.
“Holy shit–”
Using two of his fingers, Harry gathered the cum that had started to drip out of you, pushing them and it back inside you. He flipped his hand over with his fingers buried inside you, turning it palm down and pumping in and out while keeping the toy pressed to your clit. He’d turned it on to a pulse setting, his fingers moving in time with the vibrations.
Your heel was pressed into his back as your legs tensed, your back arching off the table as you whimpered. It was too much, it was all entirely too much, the pulses of the toy getting faster and his fingers matching their pace. You just glimpsed Harry glancing between your face and your pussy before your eyes screwed shut, your lips pressed together, your whole body feeling like it was on fire.
“Come on, baby, that’s it…”
You nodded your head jerkily at his encouragement. “I- I’m - oh fuck–”
Your pussy clenching and shuddering around his fingers, your leg fell from his shoulder as Harry lunged forward, replacing the toy with his mouth. He sucked on your clit harshly, still fucking his cum into you with his fingers as you came again.
Your hand flew to the back of his head, keeping his mouth pressed against you until you stopped coming, until you stopped feeling like your entire body was imploding. You collapsed against the table when that moment finally came, Harry’s mouth dragging across your skin to kiss your inner thigh instead. Pulling his fingers out of you slowly, he moved his fingertips along your folds slowly as you came down from your high. It didn’t take long before you were squirming on the table, trying to get away from his touch.
“Mmm okay, stop, please.”
Harry bit the very top of your thigh in response, but did move his hand away. Standing up between your legs, he brought his fingers up to your lips. Your eyes closed, you parted your lips to let him slip them into your mouth, sucking them clean lazily.
“You good?”
You hummed around his fingers, nodding, and your thighs twitched either side of his. Pulling his fingers from your mouth, Harry leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips before you felt him step away. You heard him move around the room, and then the rustling of him opening your packet of wipes. You just lay there and let him clean you up gently, hearing him mutter I know, I know when you whined, your nerves hypersensitive to his touch.
You wanted to go to sleep right there on the table as soon as he was done, but he grabbed your forearms and pulled you upright, standing back between your legs.
“Come on, bed.”
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you slumped against him tiredly. Harry gripped your thighs, lifting you off the table and carrying you to the bed. The bed was wet beneath you where he lay you down, but you didn’t care. Keeping your legs wrapped around him, you tightened his arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible.
“Love you,” he murmured in your ear, kissing your neck. “So much.”
You hummed, a quiet love you too pressed to his shoulder. With one last kiss to your cheek, he pushed up onto his hands so he was hovering over you, arms bracketing your head.
“Thanks for coming.”
You smiled in reply, your hands holding the sides of his neck and thumbs brushing along his jawline.
“And for visiting, too.”
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24 Hours in Room 426 - pt 1
Summary: 24 hours in a hotel room with boyfriend!LHH. Smut held together (loosely) by fluff. There’s next to no plot.
Content warnings: smut (nipple play, light hair pulling, overstimulation, toys, squirting, creampie kink, oral M and F receiving), fluff, alcohol, food, LHH and bunrry
Word count: 5.7k
A/N: this is my first time writing since April 2020, and my first Harry fic so be nice to me :) this all escalated from an anonymous ask that wasn’t even sent to me lol but yeah. I hope you enjoy and please please let me know if you did!! Also this is set in like 2015 on OTRA but that’s not really important. Warnings are for both parts.
10:48pm
Toying with the strap of your backpack, you made your way down the hotel corridor, dragging your suitcase behind you. A step ahead of you walked a security guard, having been handed over to him at the back door to the hotel by the driver who picked you up at the airport. He was part of the regular tour crew, so you’d met him a couple of times before and were able to make polite conversation with him in the lift on the way up to the fourth floor.
You fell quiet once the doors opened, anticipation bubbling in the pit of your stomach. The security guard looked down at his phone for a third time as you stepped onto the plush carpet, checking the room allocations for each of the boys.
“H - 426…” he mumbled under his breath, more to himself than to you as you passed room 422. “42…6 - here we are.”
Stopping in front of a door on your right, he raised a fist to knock - three quick raps, then two more after a beat.
“Special delivery,” he spoke drolly as the door swung open - but you hardly heard him.
You couldn’t help the grin that pulled at your lips when you saw Harry. Dressed in a thin white t shirt, black skinny jeans with a rip in the knee, and barefoot, his long hair was pulled back into a bun at the back of his head. Loose strands curled around his temples, a few longer ones tucked behind his ears.
“Hey,” he greeted you both, one corner of his lips hitched up higher in a lopsided smile.
“Hi,” you caught his eye for a moment before turning to the man beside you. “Thanks.”
Harry stepped back, holding the door open to let you and your bags into the room while he said his own thank yous to the security guard. Dropping your bags on the corner of the entryway, you turned around as he shut the door. You didn’t even get a chance to look at him properly before he was pulling you into a tight hug, his arms around your shoulders and yours around his waist. You felt his hands splayed across your back, pressing your bodies together so your face was smushed against his chest. Breathing in deeply, you immersed yourself in the scent of him. He’d been travelling all day too, yet he smelled as fresh and comforting as ever.
You pulled apart slightly when his hands moved across your shoulders to come to cup the sides of your face, tilting your head to bring his lips to yours. He kissed you deeply, instantly sucking your bottom lip between his own - and you kissed him back, because how could you not? Your hands smoothing up his chest, you sighed happily when he began to kiss along your jaw, moving one of his hands out of the way and down to your waist.
“You not even going to ask how my flight was?”
“How was your flight?” he murmured against your skin, kissing just below your ear.
You chuckled, but tilted your head to let him suck harsh kisses to your neck. “Yeah it was fine –”
“Good.”
You’d barely got the words out before he cut you off, capturing your lips with his own and starting to walk you back towards the bed. The sudden movement startled you, making you squeak involuntarily into the kiss, your hands grasping at his t-shirt. You took a few shuffled steps back with him, but stopped when you felt the bed hit the backs of your legs. You tried to pull back from the kiss but his mouth remained attached to yours, not letting you get away. His body curved forward, yours bending backwards as you tried to create some distance between you.
“Babe,” you managed to get out against his lips.
“Mmh?” he hummed, in between hungry kisses.
“Can I just–” you giggled when he kissed you again, not letting you speak. “H.”
He tilted his head to separate your lips, resting his forehead against yours. “Yeah?”
“Can I at least go to the loo first? I’m all plane-y.”
Harry huffed, and you felt his brow furrow against yours, but he straightened up.
“Fine,” he sighed, stealing one more peck on your cheek before he released you, watching you shrug off your jacket and kick off your shoes before disappearing into the ensuite.
11:00pm
Opening the bathroom door with your jeans in hand, you were about to explain that you figured there wasn’t much point in pulling them back up just to come out and take them off again.
“I realised – what are you doing?”
You cut yourself off, laughing when you saw Harry. He was on the bed, his back resting against the centre of the mountain of pillows, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankle, scrolling lazily through his phone - naked.
“Saving time,” he shrugged, locking his phone and setting it on the bedside table. His brow quirked and the corner of his mouth hitched up into a smirk when he looked up at you, standing in the doorway in just your top and underwear. “What are you doing?”
“Saving time.”
Dropping your jeans on top of your bag, you pulled your top and bralette off and tossed them to the floor as you climbed onto the bed. Harry’s hands found your waist as you straddled his thighs, your hands clasping his shoulders for support. Once you were settled you adjusted the chain around his neck, the fine metal gliding through your fingers as you twisted it so the clasp was in its proper place at the back of his neck, the cross sitting in the centre of his chest. You could feel his eyes on you as you worked, taking in every inch of your face.
“How was your flight and everything - genuinely?”
You linked your fingers together at the back of his neck, finally meeting his gaze before you answered.
“Yeah, it was fine. Long.”
He had, of course, already asked you this. You’d texted when you landed, and as he was already at the hotel he’d had nothing else to do than send you a barrage of messages the whole drive from the airport. Can’t wait to see you. Can’t wait to kiss you. Can’t wait to fuck you. A picture of the bed with This is where I’m gonna keep you.
“What about you?”
“Same,” he shrugged. “Slept most of the flight but I’m still knackered.”
He looked it, honestly, his eyes a bit puffy and ready to drift shut at any moment. You took comfort in knowing he had the whole day off tomorrow to do absolutely nothing.
“Best you get to bed then.”
“Yeah I just have to do something first.”
“What’s that then?” you feigned innocence as his hands moved from your hips to your back, pulling you closer. His nose nudged against yours, his breath ghosting over your lips before he kissed you. “Oh right yeah, that.”
As if you’d forgotten. As if his half hard cock hadn’t been sat between you the whole time.
The kiss deepened, your tongue slipping delicately into his mouth as you trailed one hand down his chest to take his length into your hand. He grunted into the kiss at the contact, biting your bottom lip when you started to pump firmly. Pulling your lip free, you scattered kisses along the edge of his jaw, prompting him to tilt his head back. You felt his pulse steadily beating under your lips when you kissed a particular spot beneath his ear, a groan emitting from his throat when you sucked on the warm skin.
“Careful.”
The word came out quietly, strained, as if it physically pained him to stop you.
“Yeah, I know.” You switched to nibbling on his ear lobe instead, not trusting yourself to be able to avoid marking his skin.
Your hand continued to work his length, your thumb brushing along the edge of the head occasionally, as you shifted on his lap, looking for some sort of friction against your core. Luckily some was soon given to you, Harry’s arms tightening around your body and flipping you over onto your back. Attaching his lips to your neck, he pressed one of his thighs between yours. You sighed in relief, rolling your hips to grind your pussy along the firm surface.
You, thankfully, didn’t have thousands of eyes on you every night, so he was free to bite and suck marks onto your skin as much as he pleased. Which was quite a lot, apparently. You were managing to keep pumping his cock while he assaulted your neck, but it was very distracting, and then he was moving down your body and kissing your chest and it slipped out of your hand and out of reach. You squirmed as his nose dragged down your stomach - by now you were so wet and so desperate to feel him on you. His hands, his mouth, his anything. Sometimes he’d take his time with this journey, scattering kisses all across your skin before he even got to the waistband of your underwear, and you didn’t think you’d be able to take it.
It appeared he was taking the express route this time, though, just four firm kisses in a messy line down your abdomen before he was tugging your pants down. You wiggled out of them with his help, kicking them off to the end of the bed. Harry’s hands gripped the undersides of your thighs, spreading your legs apart and holding them there. You whimpered in anticipation, the sound morphing into a moan when he licked a long stripe the whole length of your pussy, his wide tongue spreading you open. He repeated the motion, once, twice, three times, your fingers weaving into his hair as he did so. He pointed his tongue, using the very tip to encircle your clit, teasing it torturously. You whined, pushing his head deeper between your thighs - and thankfully, he took the hint.
“Oh please-” you moaned as he captured your clit between his lips, sucking hard.
Please what, you weren’t sure. Please don’t stop, please do this forever.
He added his tongue, flicking it across the bundle of nerves, and it would be almost embarrassing how fast he was going to make you come if it didn’t feel so unbelievably good. He kept going, sucking and licking you, as he let go of one of your thighs to push two fingers inside you. Flipping his hand palm up, he brushed his fingers against your g spot, rubbing it in quick, short strokes, curling his fingers in a beckoning motion.
It had to hurt, how tight you were gripping his hair, curls coming free from his hair tie, but you could feel him grunt in pleasure against your pussy and he was rutting his hips against the bed, so it seemed he didn’t mind at all. Not that you could stop if you wanted to - you were so so close, could feel it in the pit of your stomach that you were about to come.
Harry released your clit for a second to breathe, and you were about to whimper at the loss of contact, but before you got the chance he was back on you with renewed vigour and you were coming. Your thighs clamped around his head, your back arching, a loud moan slipping past your lips. His fingers worked inside you mercilessly despite how tight you were clenching around his digits, and his mouth didn’t let up either, not until you tugged on his hair to pull him away. He complied, turning his head and kissing the very top of your inner thigh while his fingers switched to a slow pumping motion.
“I missed you,” you said breathlessly.
He kissed his way back up your body, “missed you too” murmured against your skin along the way. You draped your arms around his shoulders once he was finally face to face with you again, one of his arms resting beside your head to prop himself up and the other still between your legs. You shared a messy kiss, his mouth wet with your arousal as it moved with yours. He finally pulled his fingers out of you then, wrapping them around his cock instead, spreading your wetness across the tip.
You both looked down between your bodies as he lined himself up, both of you groaning when the head nudged past your folds. There was a heavy crease between his brows, his tongue resting at the corner of his mouth in concentration as he willed himself to go slow.
He eased into you gradually, his hand around the base of his shaft, and you shifted beneath him. It had been weeks since you did this, so despite how ready you were mentally, you still needed a moment to adjust physically. He glanced up at you, wordlessly checking you were okay. You just nodded, tightening your arms around his neck to urge him down to kiss you again. He dipped his head to bring his lips to yours, pushing further into you in the process. It wasn’t really a kiss at all, your mouths both falling open as you breathed heavily. You forced your eyes open, looking up at him.
“I love yo-oh!”
Harry pulled out and pushed back in fully as you spoke, his cock hitting deep inside you as you tried to say you. He brushed the side of his nose against yours, pressing your foreheads together.
“Love you.”
He began to thrust into you at a slow, steady pace, your hips lifting to meet his each time. Your body was becoming used to him again, your muscles relaxing with each jolt of his hips and squeeze of your thigh where it sat hitched up around his waist.
This was your favourite kind of reunion sex - a gradual reacquaintance, the weight of his body on top of you, his eyes locked on yours with a particularly deep thrust, sweet words whispered in ears and murmured against lips. You were glad you’d managed to pause to go to the bathroom when you arrived, or things would likely have gone differently. Sometimes your reunions would be quick and rough, his kisses all tongue and teeth and his fingers pulling your underwear aside to have you from behind, bent over the nearest available surface. And that was fun, of course - you wouldn’t have had any complaints. But it wasn’t quite the same, didn’t give you quite the same feeling of reconnecting like this did.
And, of course, this position afforded you the opportunity to grab his ass, pushing him deeper inside you as you kneaded the firm muscle - which was one of your favourite things to do.
His movements were beginning to get sloppier and faster then, a sure sign he was close. You were too, your walls clenching around him more and more, and he knew it.
“You gonna come for me, baby?”
You bit your lip, looking up at him with eyes full of lust and love, and nodded.
“Fuck- come on–”
He buried his face in your neck with a grunt, muttering encouragement against your skin. You slid a hand between your bodies, your finger rubbing tight circles over your slick clit to give you the extra push you needed. In seconds you were coming hard, whining into Harry’s ear and digging your nails into his back as pleasure exploded through you.
He groaned loudly, sucking a harsh kiss to your neck as he came undone too, his hips slamming into yours roughly as he released inside you. Moving your hand away from your clit, you let the friction of his pelvis rubbing against you as he ground out his orgasm carry you through yours.
“Shit,” he breathed once he was finally done, his body collapsing onto yours.
You lay like that for a while, him occasionally kissing your shoulder or your neck while one of your hands rubbed his lower back, the other playing with the curls at the back of his neck as he softened inside you.
“Did you eat?” you spoke after a few minutes, voice soft and quiet.
“Mmmh,” he hummed, pushing himself up and rolling off you. You missed him already. “Did you?”
“Yeah, on the plane. Wasn’t bad actually.” You curled into his side, your head on his shoulder and arm across his middle. His arm wrapped around your back, keeping you close, the other laying on top of yours on his tummy. “What d’you want to do tomorrow?”
He sighed, puffing air past his lips harshly.
“I really wanted to take you out for dinner, but…”
He trailed off, and you remembered the amount of people that were gathered outside the front of the hotel when you drove past. You shook your head.
“Yeah I don’t think that’s happening.”
“Yeah… sorry.”
“That’s okay,” you lifted yourself up slightly, craning your neck to peck his lips. “I literally don’t care what we do.” You settled yourself back down, nuzzling your face into his neck. “We can just do this all day.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his arm around your shoulders squeezing you tighter.
“Sounds perfect.”
08:04am
The first thing you saw when you woke up was the back of Harry’s head. His hair tie was just about keeping his hair together, all the shorter hairs at the back of his neck having come free in his sleep. He was laying on his front with his head turned to the side, facing away from you. Your gaze travelled down the expanse of his back, to where the sheets were just covering his bare bum. You briefly debated giving the firm muscle a squeeze but ultimately decided against it - you weren’t ready for the consequences of that action just yet. You needed more sleep, so you just scooted closer to him instead, draping your arm across his lower back. Pressing a kiss to his shoulder, you felt his chest rumble beneath your lips as he grunted in his sleep.
“Sorry,” you whispered, not wanting to wake him.
He twisted onto his side, still facing away from you, but didn’t speak. It seemed he was still mostly asleep, just pulling your arm from around his waist and clutching your hand to his chest. You held your breath, waiting for a sign he was awake, but none came. So, you relaxed against him, slotting your bent legs behind his and letting sleep pull you back under.
10:26am
Without even opening your eyes you could tell you’d switched positions in your sleep. You knew, because you could feel Harry’s lips on your shoulder and his hand on your stomach, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb.
Taking a deep breath in and out, you sighed, letting the oxygen flood through your system as you woke up.
“Morning.” Harry’s voice was raspy in your ear, cracking on the first syllable.
“Good morning.” You hummed happily, giggling when he pressed a noisy kiss to your neck.
He chuckled softly in reply, placing more gentle kisses along the curve of your shoulder. As the rest of your body slowly came to life, you took in more of your surroundings - the daylight streaming in between the gap in the curtains, the warm smell of sleep and sex that eminated from the sheets, and, most notably, Harry’s hard cock pressed against your ass.
“You alright there?”
“Yep,” he chirped, his hand inching lower on your stomach. Past your belly button and still going, his fingers crawling their way along your skin. Instead of dipping between your legs, though, his hand moved up to your hip, trailing up and down your thigh softly.
You turned over onto your back after a moment, his upper body coming up hover over yours as he leaned down to kiss you.
“Are you ever not horny?”
He paused for a moment, nudging your nose with his before responding. “Sometimes I’m asleep. Or hungry.”
“Fair enough,” you chuckled, snaking one arm around his body.
Your other hand reached up to hold the side of his face, your lips meeting in a lazy kiss - all soft moans and even softer movements. No more words passed between you - they weren’t necessary. You were just enjoying being close to each other, enjoying the novelty of waking up together.
His hands explored your body, still bare from the night before - squeezing your breasts, your waist, your thigh. You were enjoying the slowness of it all, you really were, but you could feel his dick pressed up against your leg, begging for attention. So, you let your hand trail down from his neck, down his chest, along his abs, until you could take him into your hand. He grunted into your mouth at the contact, and you felt him twitch against your palm.
You pumped his length slowly, spreading your legs for him when you felt his fingers ghost over your inner thighs. His finger dipped deftly between your folds, gathering your growing wetness and spreading it over your clit. You both moved at the same unhurried pace, relishing the warm tingles that spread through your half asleep bodies.
When he finally pushed one finger inside you, your hips bucked up against his hand, desperate for more. His fingers stretched you open slowly, adding a second when he could feel you were ready for it. Scissoring and pumping his fingers languidly, he moaned into the kiss when you tightened your grip on his cock. You hadn’t meant to, but his fingertips had grazed over that spot inside you, and your body reacted. He repeated his movements, making you whine.
“Go back on your side,” he all but whispered against your lips, giving one last curl of his fingers before pulling his hand from between your thighs.
You kissed him once more before you obliged, turning to lie on your left side with your back to him. Feeling him shift behind you, you bent your right leg up slightly to give him access to line himself up with your entrance. You took a deep breath, letting it out in a whine as he pushed inside you. It wasn’t quite as much of an adjustment as last night, but there was still a pleasant stretch as he filled you.
You could feel the length of his body pressed against yours, as close to you as possible as he ground into you, searching for the right angle before he began to move. When the head of his cock nudged over that spot inside you, you couldn’t help the gasp that fell from your lips, your nerves already sensitive from his fingers.
Turning your head, you reached behind you to tangle your fingers in his hair, your nails scratching gently at the back of his head. Harry pressed a kiss to your cheek before starting to thrust into you, his arm wrapping around your body to hold you close. You closed your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the grunts and half-words he was moaning into your ear. His hips slamming against your ass firmly with each thrust, pleasure coursed through you. Your fingers tightened in his hair, tugging at the roots when you felt him hit a particularly deep spot inside you. His hand gripped your right breast, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger to elicit a deep moan from the back of your throat.
It wasn’t much longer before his movements began to speed up, the precision of his thrusts faltering. His hand left your breast, instead moving to pull at your wrist to untangle your fingers from his hair. The palm of his hand pressed to the back of yours, he slotted his fingers between yours and brought them down to the bed in front of you.
“Lay on your front.” His voice was strained, and you could feel the heat of his breath on your ear when he spoke, pressing his body against yours and pushing your chest against the mattress.
His cock slipped out of you as you moved your lower body, but he was quick to fix that once you were in position, your hips raised off the bed slightly.
“Oh fuck-” “Shit-”
You both moaned at the new angle, a few more slipping past your lips when you rolled his hips against you, dragging his cock across your g spot. His right hand still held yours, pressing your hands to the bed as he began to thrust into you once more. Faster and harder than before, each snap of his hips made the bed creak. The headboard thumped against the wall as he fucked you into the mattress, but he didn’t seem at all bothered by the sound. You weren’t sure how you got there from the leisurely touches you’d shared when you first awoke, but you weren’t complaining. You could feel yourself getting close already, your walls beginning to spasm around him.
“I’m gonna come,” you panted, your eyes closed and brow creased in pleasure with the side of your face pressed into the pillow.
Harry groaned behind you at your words, his pace and precision never faltering. It only took a few more strokes before you were moaning out your orgasm, your whole body tensing from the inside out as waves of pleasure washed over you. He didn’t stop thrusting into you until your muscles began to relax - and then he pulled out and tucked his hand between your legs in one smooth movement, rubbing your clit hard and fast.
“Holy sh–”
Your mouth hung open, unable to finish forming the words you’d started. Your back arched at the sudden contact, lifting your hips further off the bed as the second wave of your orgasm ripped through you, more powerful than the first. You were vaguely aware of Harry pressing kisses to your spine, soft in comparison to the way his fingers were working you through your high. You bit down on your pillow, just because it was half in your mouth already and you didn’t know what else to do as each pass of his fingers over your clit kept you coming, drawing out your orgasm, keeping you at the top of that wave. He didn’t stop even when you felt yourself finally topple over the edge, your body slumping against the mattress. You squirmed at the overstimulation, whining, and his fingers did slow, but didn’t pull away.
“Please.”
Your plea was barely audible, but he heard you, his hand moving to knead your ass cheek instead.
“Sorry,” he murmured against your skin, kissing your shoulder.
“S’okay,” You shook your head as much as you could, with your face smushed to the pillow. “Feels good, I just - I need a sec.”
Harry waited while you caught your breath, his right hand squeezing yours periodically while his left caressed your waist, fingers dancing over your hip and down your thigh. After a minute, you puffed out a deep breath.
“Okay, I’m good.”
“You sure?” His hand gripped your hip, poised.
“Mmhm.”
“Excellent.”
He tugged at your hip, and you followed his wordless instruction, tilting your pelvis to allow him to slide back inside you. Immediately setting a brutal pace, he slammed into you hard and fast - a stark contrast to his gentle touches only moments before. He found your left hand in the sheets, engulfing it with his own the same as your right, your palms pressed to the bed and his fingers gripping yours. All you could do was lie there and moan breathlessly, letting him use your body to chase his high. Without even trying to he was hitting your g spot every time, and you were just starting to think you could come again if you really tried, despite how your muscles were screaming at you to let them rest, when you heard a deep “fuck fuck fuck” from somewhere behind you, and suddenly he was coming inside you, his movements slowing to deep, heavy thrusts. You clenched your walls around him over and over, biting your lip when you heard him moan gutturally as you drew out every last bit of his orgasm.
His weight pressed your body into the mattress when he collapsed onto you, spent. He moved after a second, allowing you to breathe again as he let go of your hands and rolled off of you. You didn’t move yet though, just bending one knee to get a bit more comfortable and turning your head to look at him. Your lids were heavy and his were the same, lazy smiles on both your faces. His stretched into a wide yawn, scratching the back of his neck. The action made you yawn too - only yours was cut short by him sticking a finger into your mouth.
You scowled, and he laughed.
“God you’re so annoying.”
He kissed your forehead in reply, and you tried to keep your frown in place but your mouth was betraying you, your lips twitching into a smile.
“Okay,” Harry spoke decisively, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and standing up. “Shower first or food first?”
With great effort, you flipped onto your back and sat up, feeling his cum start to drip out of you as you considered his question.
“Food first.”
12:15pm
Ordering food was definitely the right call - by the time it arrived you were positively weak with hunger. You answered the door in a baggy t shirt and a pair of shorts, feeling underdressed while you stood awkwardly by as the hotel staff set plates and glasses down on the table. Not as underdressed as Harry, of course, who was hiding in the bathroom in his underwear.
The second you turned the lock on the door after thanking the servers, you heard the door to the ensuite open and Harry’s voice shortly after.
“I’m fucking starving.”
You didn’t think you’d ever seen him move as fast as he did then, closing the distance from the bathroom to the table in two quick strides and taking lids from plates with both hands. Your stomach growled as you joined him at the table, signalling your agreement with his statement.
You were both so hungry you barely even spoke until you were halfway through your breakfast. Once you were sated, though, conversation flowed easily between you, like it always did, and you were soon leaning back in your seats, clutching glasses of orange juice and talking through future plans.
Eventually you moved over to the sofa that sat under the window, perpendicular to the wall mounted TV. You were going through your calendars, figuring out when you’d see each other next and doing general life admin - like seeing if he’d be able to come to your mum’s birthday.
“What date’s that again?” he asked as he got to his feet. “I’m gonna have another coffee, d’you want one?”
“It’s on the 20th but the party’s on the 22nd. I - uhhh–”
You’d started to reply, but when you glanced up from your phone your brain short circuited for a second. He was just standing there, tight black boxer briefs sitting low on his narrow hips as he refilled his mug. He looked so at ease, his hair pulled back into a fresh bun, though some pieces still curled at the back of his neck, too short to fit into the hair tie. Your eyes raked over his body, taking in every ridge and smooth expanse of skin, some areas littered with blank ink, until you reached the laurels just above his waistband, almost level with the edge of the table.
“Babe?”
“Yeah?”
Your eyes shot up to his face, realising he was looking at you expectantly with the cafetiere poised over your empty mug.
“Coffee?”
“Oh yeah, uhm, yes please.”
He poured you a cup, smirking to himself as he did so. “What you thinkin’ ‘bout?”
“Just, um… Just noticed the height of that table,” you muttered nonchalantly, scratching the back of your neck.
Harry snorted a laugh, spilling a few drops of milk as he poured it into your cup. “I was thinking that earlier, actually.”
Switching his smirk for an innocent-looking smile, he picked up both coffees and made his way back over to you.
“Did you say the 22nd?”
2:36pm
“So I was thinking,” Harry started, stepping around you to let you stand under the shower head while he shampooed his hair, “we could still go for dinner, but like, in the room.”
“So… room service?”
He rolled his eyes as you lathered shower gel over your body.
“Yeah, but we pretend we’re at a restaurant.”
“Ohh, like still get dressed up and stuff?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, bringing his hands to your waist and pulling you closer to him. “I mean, I, for one, would hate for that dress to go to waste.”
You’d bought a new dress for the trip and sent him a picture from the dressing room when you’d tried it on, and judging by the speed with which he called you after he got it, he seemed to like it.
“Of course,” you laughed, tilting your head to meet his lips in a wet kiss.
It only lasted a moment though, your face scrunching up in disgust.
“Phlegh - shampoo in my mouth - bleugh - but yes that sounds cute, let’s do that.”
Harry snorted, apologising as he switched places with you again to rinse his hair before pressing a shampoo-less kiss to your temple.
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imagine u sit in the car at night with ur fav person eating ice cream, vibin’ to songs & making deep talks
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let’s settle this shit but do NOT reblog if you’re gonna be modest about it like a little BITCH. anyway privilege check tell me which ones apply to you: hot, funny, can dance, can do math, can spell, can drive, can cook
#hot like 7/365 days#funny always actually#not great but got a b in dance#maths no#spell NO#amazing driver yes#cooking yes If it’s egg fried rice or toast#see I am funny told u
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*taps mic* HELLO what the actual fuck this has made me RABID Katie!!! Firstly I feel the need to apologise for the reaction photo but I couldn't find one to summarise how I felt ;), but I saw this photo and felt a connection to it. SECONDLY how did you disappear for over 2 whole years and then come back and try to kill me? slay. Thirdly, THAT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD AND SEXY!!!! BOTH YOU AND Y/N NEED HORNY JAIL THIS INSTANT!
im so glad this porn poem is now a part of my life. I expect to read it every day for the next month.
see below for ‘the breakdown’ :)
im just going to get it out of the way now and just gass you up about the dialogue bc its just simply the best isn't it? it just flows like melted chocolate (or cum if were staying in theme with the fic) but YES I love the touch of y/n knowing the security guard and him like muttering to himself. ITS ALL SO REAL ITS HAPPENING I PROMISE
and barefoot, his long hair was pulled back into a bun at the back of his head - he's got the cheddars out but its okay because he looks cute. plus the bun is my fave (because it looks like the greasy mats are not actually there :) ANYWAY)
there hug was to die for. reunion hugs are just exquisite. even better when you write them as well
Your hands smoothing up his chest, you sighed happily when he began to kiss along your jaw, moving one of his hands out of the way and down to your waist. - this is SEXY. sexy boy behaviour
“You not even going to ask how my flight was?” “How was your flight?” he murmured against your skin, kissing just below your ear. - I love it when one of them just like ‘can't get enough’ they just need the kisses. now. before anything UGH so fucking good
“Can I just–” you giggled when he kissed you again, not letting you speak. “H.” - her calling him babe and H made me weep. I love like familiar pet names in couples it makes my soul happy
He was on the bed, his back resting against the centre of the mountain of pillows, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankle, scrolling lazily through his phone - naked. - an absolute sight that only our strongest soldiers would be able to handle seeing in the flesh. I would be not be able to begin to process a naked harry styles (even with the greasy hair)
by the way your descriptions of him physically are poetic. I love them. keep it up.
“Saving time.” - AHHHHH an efficient king
He looked it, honestly, his eyes a bit puffy and ready to drift shut at any moment. - a BABY. I love sleepy men like let me put you into bed with a hot water bottle and feed you soup!
“Careful.” The word came out quietly, strained, as if it physically pained him to stop you. - them 1D fans do be loco. I like this bit tho like how his work effects everything they can do as a couple. even whoha!
Harry’s arms tightening around your body and flipping you over onto your back - I want to be thrown around its sexy
You squirmed as his nose dragged down your stomach - PLS KEEPS YOUR ARMS AND LEGS INSIDE AT ALL TIMES THE RIDE IS ABOUT TO BEGIN
ok there to much to section out one line but oh good god when he goes down on her. I was not prepared at all. so hot and tbh I know I've slated lhh but if there's a man who looks like he knows how to fuck. it him.
the hair pulling, the fingers, the inner thigh kiss FUCK SAKEEeeee dsjkskksjs
his tongue resting at the corner of his mouth in concentration - hehehehe I love this for some reason
He glanced up at you, wordlessly checking you were okay. You just nodded, - that look is a love language
the ‘love yous’, amongst the flith. come on man you can't do me like this
this position afforded you the opportunity to grab his ass, - yes yes absolutely adore the peaches
“You gonna come for me, baby?” - crikey
“Did you eat?” you spoke after a few minutes, voice soft and quiet. - AHHHHHHH I don't know why but little lines like these are my fav, its so SOFT
“Yeah I don’t think that’s happening.” “Yeah… sorry.” - :(((
slotting your bent legs behind his and letting sleep pull you back under. - LITTLE SPOON MERCI BEAUCOUP YES YES YES you know I LOVE that shit
“Morning.” Harry’s voice was raspy in your ear, cracking on the first syllable. - could you imagine my GOD
Harry’s hard cock pressed against your ass. - oh fabulous stuff wake up Y/N here we go again lady
trailing up and down your thigh softly. - this gave me goosebumps lol
“Sometimes I’m asleep. Or hungry.” - heheheh
your hips bucked up against his hand - the desperation of it all is very sexy mmm
“Go back on your side,” ..... “Lay on your front.” - sir yes sir
^ all of the sexiness between those lines was excellent, I just wanted to stress that the positions were thoroughly appreciated
The headboard thumped against the wall as he fucked you into the mattress, - im the people next door would understand if they woke up with harry styles stroking their thigh
You were vaguely aware of Harry pressing kisses to your spine, - ugh stop it YES
You squirmed at the overstimulation, whining, and his fingers did slow, but didn’t pull away. - ...ERM I-... MAAM I JUST- .... EXUSE ME MAAM-.....
“Sorry,” he murmured against your skin, kissing your shoulder. - ITS OKAY SIR TRUST ME ITS FINE (he not even that sorry is he) (you should be tho Katie this is so good its injust)
“Excellent.” - my christ in heaven here we go again
His stretched into a wide yawn, scratching the back of his neck - the casualness of this after literally destroying her is SENDING me
only yours was cut short by him sticking a finger into your mouth. - what a loser
“Food first.” - good choice tbh I too would be ravenous after that exertion
like seeing if he’d be able to come to your mum’s birthday. - domestic chats like this will always send me emotionally feral
He was just standing there, tight black boxer briefs sitting low on his narrow hips as he refilled his mug. He looked so at ease, his hair pulled back into a fresh bun, though some pieces still curled at the back of his neck, too short to fit into the hair tie. - bark bark
“Babe?” - BABE. It gets me every time
“Just, um… Just noticed the height of that table,” - I already know what you're thinking Katie. yes pls ill be waiting
he picked up both coffees and made his way back over to you. - where's the vanilla syrup Katie. where is it?!?!?
while he shampooed his hair - oh thank god. about time
“Yeah, but we pretend we’re at a restaurant.” - this is such a cute idea I am b u z z i n g
before pressing a shampoo-less kiss to your temple. - hehe they. I love they
AND THATS IT (for now lol see part2 soon) I hope you know this has made me unhinged but I love it and I love you, thank you for bringing your writing back into my life.
you only have 2 years to make up for so get busy...... jokes hehehe ;)
ps I LOVED THIS ISCASE I DIDNT SAY ALREADY
24 Hours in Room 426 - pt 1
Summary: 24 hours in a hotel room with boyfriend!LHH. Smut held together (loosely) by fluff. There’s next to no plot.
Content warnings: smut (nipple play, light hair pulling, overstimulation, toys, squirting, creampie kink, oral M and F receiving), fluff, alcohol, food, LHH and bunrry
Word count: 5.7k
A/N: this is my first time writing since April 2020, and my first Harry fic so be nice to me :) this all escalated from an anonymous ask that wasn’t even sent to me lol but yeah. I hope you enjoy and please please let me know if you did!! Also this is set in like 2015 on OTRA but that’s not really important. Warnings are for both parts.
10:48pm
Toying with the strap of your backpack, you made your way down the hotel corridor, dragging your suitcase behind you. A step ahead of you walked a security guard, having been handed over to him at the back door to the hotel by the driver who picked you up at the airport. He was part of the regular tour crew, so you’d met him a couple of times before and were able to make polite conversation with him in the lift on the way up to the fourth floor.
You fell quiet once the doors opened, anticipation bubbling in the pit of your stomach. The security guard looked down at his phone for a third time as you stepped onto the plush carpet, checking the room allocations for each of the boys.
“H - 426…” he mumbled under his breath, more to himself than to you as you passed room 422. “42…6 - here we are.”
Stopping in front of a door on your right, he raised a fist to knock - three quick raps, then two more after a beat.
“Special delivery,” he spoke drolly as the door swung open - but you hardly heard him.
You couldn’t help the grin that pulled at your lips when you saw Harry. Dressed in a thin white t shirt, black skinny jeans with a rip in the knee, and barefoot, his long hair was pulled back into a bun at the back of his head. Loose strands curled around his temples, a few longer ones tucked behind his ears.
“Hey,” he greeted you both, one corner of his lips hitched up higher in a lopsided smile.
“Hi,” you caught his eye for a moment before turning to the man beside you. “Thanks.”
Harry stepped back, holding the door open to let you and your bags into the room while he said his own thank yous to the security guard. Dropping your bags on the corner of the entryway, you turned around as he shut the door. You didn’t even get a chance to look at him properly before he was pulling you into a tight hug, his arms around your shoulders and yours around his waist. You felt his hands splayed across your back, pressing your bodies together so your face was smushed against his chest. Breathing in deeply, you immersed yourself in the scent of him. He’d been travelling all day too, yet he smelled as fresh and comforting as ever.
You pulled apart slightly when his hands moved across your shoulders to come to cup the sides of your face, tilting your head to bring his lips to yours. He kissed you deeply, instantly sucking your bottom lip between his own - and you kissed him back, because how could you not? Your hands smoothing up his chest, you sighed happily when he began to kiss along your jaw, moving one of his hands out of the way and down to your waist.
“You not even going to ask how my flight was?”
“How was your flight?” he murmured against your skin, kissing just below your ear.
You chuckled, but tilted your head to let him suck harsh kisses to your neck. “Yeah it was fine –”
“Good.”
You’d barely got the words out before he cut you off, capturing your lips with his own and starting to walk you back towards the bed. The sudden movement startled you, making you squeak involuntarily into the kiss, your hands grasping at his t-shirt. You took a few shuffled steps back with him, but stopped when you felt the bed hit the backs of your legs. You tried to pull back from the kiss but his mouth remained attached to yours, not letting you get away. His body curved forward, yours bending backwards as you tried to create some distance between you.
“Babe,” you managed to get out against his lips.
“Mmh?” he hummed, in between hungry kisses.
“Can I just–” you giggled when he kissed you again, not letting you speak. “H.”
He tilted his head to separate your lips, resting his forehead against yours. “Yeah?”
“Can I at least go to the loo first? I’m all plane-y.”
Harry huffed, and you felt his brow furrow against yours, but he straightened up.
“Fine,” he sighed, stealing one more peck on your cheek before he released you, watching you shrug off your jacket and kick off your shoes before disappearing into the ensuite.
11:00pm
Opening the bathroom door with your jeans in hand, you were about to explain that you figured there wasn’t much point in pulling them back up just to come out and take them off again.
“I realised – what are you doing?”
You cut yourself off, laughing when you saw Harry. He was on the bed, his back resting against the centre of the mountain of pillows, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankle, scrolling lazily through his phone - naked.
“Saving time,” he shrugged, locking his phone and setting it on the bedside table. His brow quirked and the corner of his mouth hitched up into a smirk when he looked up at you, standing in the doorway in just your top and underwear. “What are you doing?”
“Saving time.”
Dropping your jeans on top of your bag, you pulled your top and bralette off and tossed them to the floor as you climbed onto the bed. Harry’s hands found your waist as you straddled his thighs, your hands clasping his shoulders for support. Once you were settled you adjusted the chain around his neck, the fine metal gliding through your fingers as you twisted it so the clasp was in its proper place at the back of his neck, the cross sitting in the centre of his chest. You could feel his eyes on you as you worked, taking in every inch of your face.
“How was your flight and everything - genuinely?”
You linked your fingers together at the back of his neck, finally meeting his gaze before you answered.
“Yeah, it was fine. Long.”
He had, of course, already asked you this. You’d texted when you landed, and as he was already at the hotel he’d had nothing else to do than send you a barrage of messages the whole drive from the airport. Can’t wait to see you. Can’t wait to kiss you. Can’t wait to fuck you. A picture of the bed with This is where I’m gonna keep you.
“What about you?”
“Same,” he shrugged. “Slept most of the flight but I’m still knackered.”
He looked it, honestly, his eyes a bit puffy and ready to drift shut at any moment. You took comfort in knowing he had the whole day off tomorrow to do absolutely nothing.
“Best you get to bed then.”
“Yeah I just have to do something first.”
“What’s that then?” you feigned innocence as his hands moved from your hips to your back, pulling you closer. His nose nudged against yours, his breath ghosting over your lips before he kissed you. “Oh right yeah, that.”
As if you’d forgotten. As if his half hard cock hadn’t been sat between you the whole time.
The kiss deepened, your tongue slipping delicately into his mouth as you trailed one hand down his chest to take his length into your hand. He grunted into the kiss at the contact, biting your bottom lip when you started to pump firmly. Pulling your lip free, you scattered kisses along the edge of his jaw, prompting him to tilt his head back. You felt his pulse steadily beating under your lips when you kissed a particular spot beneath his ear, a groan emitting from his throat when you sucked on the warm skin.
“Careful.”
The word came out quietly, strained, as if it physically pained him to stop you.
“Yeah, I know.” You switched to nibbling on his ear lobe instead, not trusting yourself to be able to avoid marking his skin.
Your hand continued to work his length, your thumb brushing along the edge of the head occasionally, as you shifted on his lap, looking for some sort of friction against your core. Luckily some was soon given to you, Harry’s arms tightening around your body and flipping you over onto your back. Attaching his lips to your neck, he pressed one of his thighs between yours. You sighed in relief, rolling your hips to grind your pussy along the firm surface.
You, thankfully, didn’t have thousands of eyes on you every night, so he was free to bite and suck marks onto your skin as much as he pleased. Which was quite a lot, apparently. You were managing to keep pumping his cock while he assaulted your neck, but it was very distracting, and then he was moving down your body and kissing your chest and it slipped out of your hand and out of reach. You squirmed as his nose dragged down your stomach - by now you were so wet and so desperate to feel him on you. His hands, his mouth, his anything. Sometimes he’d take his time with this journey, scattering kisses all across your skin before he even got to the waistband of your underwear, and you didn’t think you’d be able to take it.
It appeared he was taking the express route this time, though, just four firm kisses in a messy line down your abdomen before he was tugging your pants down. You wiggled out of them with his help, kicking them off to the end of the bed. Harry’s hands gripped the undersides of your thighs, spreading your legs apart and holding them there. You whimpered in anticipation, the sound morphing into a moan when he licked a long stripe the whole length of your pussy, his wide tongue spreading you open. He repeated the motion, once, twice, three times, your fingers weaving into his hair as he did so. He pointed his tongue, using the very tip to encircle your clit, teasing it torturously. You whined, pushing his head deeper between your thighs - and thankfully, he took the hint.
“Oh please-” you moaned as he captured your clit between his lips, sucking hard.
Please what, you weren’t sure. Please don’t stop, please do this forever.
He added his tongue, flicking it across the bundle of nerves, and it would be almost embarrassing how fast he was going to make you come if it didn’t feel so unbelievably good. He kept going, sucking and licking you, as he let go of one of your thighs to push two fingers inside you. Flipping his hand palm up, he brushed his fingers against your g spot, rubbing it in quick, short stroked, curling his fingers in a beckoning motion.
It had to hurt, how tight you were gripping his hair, curls coming free from his hair tie, but you could feel him grunt in pleasure against your pussy and he was rutting his hips against the bed, so it seemed he didn’t mind at all. Not that you could stop if you wanted to - you were so so close, could feel it in the pit of your stomach that you were about to come.
Harry released your clit for a second to breathe, and you were about to whimper at the loss of contact, but before you got the chance he was back on you with renewed vigour and you were coming. Your thighs clamped around his head, your back arching, a loud moan slipping past your lips. His fingers worked inside you mercilessly despite how tight you were clenching around his digits, and his mouth didn’t let up either, not until you tugged on his hair to pull him away. He complied, turning his head and kissing the very top of your inner thigh while his fingers switched to a slow pumping motion.
“I missed you,” you said breathlessly.
He kissed his way back up your body, “missed you too” murmured against your skin along the way. You draped your arms around his shoulders once he was finally face to face with you again, one of his arms resting beside your head to prop himself up and the other still between your legs. You shared a messy kiss, his mouth wet with your arousal as it moved with yours. He finally pulled his fingers out of you then, wrapping them around his cock instead, spreading your wetness across the tip.
You both looked down between your bodies as he lined himself up, both of you groaning when the head nudged past your folds. There was a heavy crease between his brows, his tongue resting at the corner of his mouth in concentration as he willed himself to go slow.
He eased into you gradually, his hand around the base of his shaft, and you shifted beneath him. It had been weeks since you did this, so despite how ready you were mentally, you still needed a moment to adjust physically. He glanced up at you, wordlessly checking you were okay. You just nodded, tightening your arms around his neck to urge him down to kiss you again. He dipped his head to bring his lips to yours, pushing further into you in the process. It wasn’t really a kiss at all, your mouths both falling open as you breathed heavily. You forced your eyes open, looking up at him.
“I love yo-oh!”
Harry pulled out and pushed back in fully as you spoke, his cock hitting deep inside you as you tried to say you. He brushed the side of his nose against yours, pressing your foreheads together.
“Love you.”
He began to thrust into you at a slow, steady pace, your hips lifting to meet his each time. Your body was becoming used to him again, your muscles relaxing with each jolt of his hips and squeeze of your thigh where it sat hitched up around his waist.
This was your favourite kind of reunion sex - a gradual reacquaintance, the weight of his body on top of you, his eyes locked on yours with a particularly deep thrust, sweet words whispered in ears and murmured against lips. You were glad you’d managed to pause to go to the bathroom when you arrived, or things would likely have gone differently. Sometimes your reunions would be quick and rough, his kisses all tongue and teeth and his fingers pulling your underwear aside to have you from behind, bent over the nearest available surface. And that was fun, of course - you wouldn’t have had any complaints. But it wasn’t quite the same, didn’t give you quite the same feeling of reconnecting like this did.
And, of course, this position afforded you the opportunity to grab his ass, pushing him deeper inside you as you kneaded the firm muscle - which was one of your favourite things to do.
His movements were beginning to get sloppier and faster then, a sure sign he was close. You were too, your walls clenching around him more and more, and he knew it.
“You gonna come for me, baby?”
You bit your lip, looking up at him with eyes full of lust and love, and nodded.
“Fuck- come on–”
He buried his face in your neck with a grunt, muttering encouragement against your skin. You slid a hand between your bodies, your finger rubbing tight circles over your slick clit to give you the extra push you needed. In seconds you were coming hard, whining into Harry’s ear and digging your nails into his back as pleasure exploded through you.
He groaned loudly, sucking a harsh kiss to your neck as he came undone too, his hips slamming into yours roughly as he released inside you. Moving your hand away from your clit, you let the friction of his pelvis rubbing against you as he ground out his orgasm carry you through yours.
“Shit,” he breathed once he was finally done, his body collapsing onto yours.
You lay like that for a while, him occasionally kissing your shoulder or your neck while one of your hands rubbed his lower back, the other playing with the curls at the back of his neck as he softened inside you.
“Did you eat?” you spoke after a few minutes, voice soft and quiet.
“Mmmh,” he hummed, pushing himself up and rolling off you. You missed him already. “Did you?”
“Yeah, on the plane. Wasn’t bad actually.” You curled into his side, your head on his shoulder and arm across his middle. His arm wrapped around your back, keeping you close, the other laying on top of yours on his tummy. “What d’you want to do tomorrow?”
He sighed, puffing air past his lips harshly.
“I really wanted to take you out for dinner, but…”
He trailed off, and you remembered the amount of people that were gathered outside the front of the hotel when you drove past. You shook your head.
“Yeah I don’t think that’s happening.”
“Yeah… sorry.”
“That’s okay,” you lifted yourself up slightly, craning your neck to peck his lips. “I literally don’t care what we do.” You settled yourself back down, nuzzling your face into his neck. “We can just do this all day.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his arm around your shoulders squeezing you tighter.
“Sounds perfect.”
08:04am
The first thing you saw when you woke up was the back of Harry’s head. His hair tie was just about keeping his hair together, all the shorter hairs at the back of his neck having come free in his sleep. He was laying on his front with his head turned to the side, facing away from you. Your gaze travelled down the expanse of his back, to where the sheets were just covering his bare bum. You briefly debated giving the firm muscle a squeeze but ultimately decided against it - you weren’t ready for the consequences of that action just yet. You needed more sleep, so you just scooted closer to him instead, draping your arm across his lower back. Pressing a kiss to his shoulder, you felt his chest rumble beneath your lips as he grunted in his sleep.
“Sorry,” you whispered, not wanting to wake him.
He twisted onto his side, still facing away from you, but didn’t speak. It seemed he was still mostly asleep, just pulling your arm from around his waist and clutching your hand to his chest. You held your breath, waiting for a sign he was awake, but none came. So, you relaxed against him, slotting your bent legs behind his and letting sleep pull you back under.
10:26am
Without even opening your eyes you could tell you’d switched positions in your sleep. You knew, because you could feel Harry’s lips on your shoulder and his hand on your stomach, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb.
Taking a deep breath in and out, you sighed, letting the oxygen flood through your system as you woke up.
“Morning.” Harry’s voice was raspy in your ear, cracking on the first syllable.
“Good morning.” You hummed happily, giggling when he pressed a noisy kiss to your neck.
He chuckled softly in reply, placing more gentle kisses along the curve of your shoulder. As the rest of your body slowly came to life, you took in more of your surroundings - the daylight streaming in between the gap in the curtains, the warm smell of sleep and sex that eminated from the sheets, and, most notably, Harry’s hard cock pressed against your ass.
“You alright there?”
“Yep,” he chirped, his hand inching lower on your stomach. Past your belly button and still going, his fingers crawling their way along your skin. Instead of dipping between your legs, though, his hand moved up to your hip, trailing up and down your thigh softly.
You turned over onto your back after a moment, his upper body coming up hover over yours as he leaned down to kiss you.
“Are you ever not horny?”
He paused for a moment, nudging your nose with his before responding. “Sometimes I’m asleep. Or hungry.”
“Fair enough,” you chuckled, snaking one arm around his body.
Your other hand reached up to hold the side of his face, your lips meeting in a lazy kiss - all soft moans and even softer movements. No more words passed between you - they weren’t necessary. You were just enjoying being close to each other, enjoying the novelty of waking up together.
His hands explored your body, still bare from the night before - squeezing your breasts, your waist, your thigh. You were enjoying the slowness of it all, you really were, but you could feel his dick pressed up against your leg, begging for attention. So, you let your hand trail down from his neck, down his chest, along his abs, until you could take him into your hand. He grunted into your mouth at the contact, and you felt him twitch against your palm.
You pumped his length slowly, spreading your legs for him when you felt his fingers ghost over your inner thighs. His finger dipped deftly between your folds, gathering your growing wetness and spreading it over your clit. You both moved at the same unhurried pace, relishing the warm tingles that spread through your half asleep bodies.
When he finally pushed one finger inside you, your hips bucked up against his hand, desperate for more. His fingers stretched you open slowly, adding a second when he could feel you were ready for it. Scissoring and pumping his fingers languidly, he moaned into the kiss when you tightened your grip on his cock. You hadn’t meant to, but his fingertips had grazed over that spot inside you, and your body reacted. He repeated his movements, making you whine.
“Go back on your side,” he all but whispered against your lips, giving one last curl of his fingers before pulling his hand from between your thighs.
You kissed him once more before you obliged, turning to lie on your left side with your back to him. Feeling him shift behind you, you bent your right leg up slightly to give him access to line himself up with your entrance. You took a deep breath, letting it out in a whine as he pushed inside you. It wasn’t quite as much of an adjustment as last night, but there was still a pleasant stretch as he filled you.
You could feel the length of his body pressed against yours, as close to you as possible as he ground into you, searching for the right angle before he began to move. When the head of his cock nudged over that spot inside you, you couldn’t help the gasp that fell from your lips, your nerves already sensitive from his fingers.
Turning your head, you reached behind you to tangle your fingers in his hair, your nails scratching gently at the back of his head. Harry pressed a kiss to your cheek before starting to thrust into you, his arm wrapping around your body to hold you close. You closed your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the grunts and half-words he was moaning into your ear. His hips slamming against your ass firmly with each thrust, pleasure coursed through you. Your fingers tightened in his hair, tugging at the roots when you felt him hit a particularly deep spot inside you. His hand gripped your right breast, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger to elicit a deep moan from the back of your throat.
It wasn’t much longer before his movements began to speed up, the precision of his thrusts faltering. His hand left your breast, instead moving to pull at your wrist to untangle your fingers from his hair. The palm of his hand pressed to the back of yours, he slotted his fingers between yours and brought them down to the bed in front of you.
“Lay on your front.” His voice was strained, and you could feel the heat of his breath on your ear when he spoke, pressing his body against yours and pushing your chest against the mattress.
His cock slipped out of you as you moved your lower body, but he was quick to fix that once you were in position, your hips raised off the bed slightly.
“Oh fuck-” “Shit-”
You both moaned at the new angle, a few more slipping past your lips when you rolled his hips against you, dragging his cock across your g spot. His right hand still held yours, pressing your hands to the bed as he began to thrust into you once more. Faster and harder than before, each snap of his hips made the bed creak. The headboard thumped against the wall as he fucked you into the mattress, but he didn’t seem at all bothered by the sound. You weren’t sure how you got there from the leisurely touches you’d shared when you first awoke, but you weren’t complaining. You could feel yourself getting close already, your walls beginning to spasm around him.
“I’m gonna come,” you panted, your eyes closed and brow creased in pleasure with the side of your face pressed into the pillow.
Harry groaned behind you at your words, his pace and precision never faltering. It only took a few more strokes before you were moaning out your orgasm, your whole body tensing from the inside out as waves of pleasure washed over you. He didn’t stop thrusting into you until your muscles began to relax - and then he pulled out and tucked his hand between your legs in one smooth movement, rubbing your clit hard and fast.
“Holy sh–”
Your mouth hung open, unable to finish forming the words you’d started. Your back arched at the sudden contact, lifting your hips further off the bed as the second wave of your orgasm ripped through you, more powerful than the first. You were vaguely aware of Harry pressing kisses to your spine, soft in comparison to the way his fingers were working you through your high. You bit down on your pillow, just because it was half in your mouth already and you didn’t know what else to do as each pass of his fingers over your clit kept you coming, drawing out your orgasm, keeping you at the top of that wave. He didn’t stop even when you felt yourself finally topple over the edge, your body slumping against the mattress. You squirmed at the overstimulation, whining, and his fingers did slow, but didn’t pull away.
“Please.”
Your plea was barely audible, but he heard you, his hand moving to knead your ass cheek instead.
“Sorry,” he murmured against your skin, kissing your shoulder.
“S’okay,” You shook your head as much as you could, with your face smushed to the pillow. “Feels good, I just - I need a sec.”
Harry waited while you caught your breath, his right hand squeezing yours periodically while his left caressed your waist, fingers dancing over your hip and down your thigh. After a minute, you puffed out a deep breath.
“Okay, I’m good.”
“You sure?” His hand gripped your hip, poised.
“Mmhm.”
“Excellent.”
He tugged at your hip, and you followed his wordless instruction, tilting your pelvis to allow him to slide back inside you. Immediately setting a brutal pace, he slammed into you hard and fast - a stark contrast to his gentle touches only moments before. He found your left hand in the sheets, engulfing it with his own the same as your right, your palms pressed to the bed and his fingers gripping yours. All you could do was lie there and moan breathlessly, letting him use your body to chase his high. Without even trying to he was hitting your g spot every time, and you were just starting to think you could come again if you really tried, despite how your muscles were screaming at you to let them rest, when you heard a deep “fuck fuck fuck” from somewhere behind you, and suddenly he was coming inside you, his movements slowing to deep, heavy thrusts. You clenched your walls around him over and over, biting your lip when you heard him moan gutturally as you drew out every last bit of his orgasm.
His weight pressed your body into the mattress when he collapsed onto you, spent. Hhe moved after a second, allowing you to breathe again as he let go of your hands and rolled off of you. You didn’t move yet though, just bending one knee to get a bit more comfortable and turning your head to look at him. Your lids were heavy and his were the same, lazy smiles on both your faces. His stretched into a wide yawn, scratching the back of his neck. The action made you yawn too - only yours was cut short by him sticking a finger into your mouth.
You scowled, and he laughed.
“God you’re so annoying.”
He kissed your forehead in reply, and you tried to keep your frown in place but your mouth was betraying you, your lips twitching into a smile.
“Okay,” Harry spoke decisively, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and standing up. “Shower first or food first?”
With great effort, you flipped onto your back and sat up, feeling his cum start to drip out of you as you considered his question.
“Food first.”
12:15pm
Ordering food was definitely the right call - by the time it arrived you were positively weak with hunger. You answered the door in a baggy t shirt and a pair of shorts, feeling underdressed while you stood awkwardly by as the hotel staff set plates and glasses down on the table. Not as underdressed as Harry, of course, who was hiding in the bathroom in his underwear.
The second you turned the lock on the door after thanking the servers, you heard the door to the ensuite open and Harry’s voice shortly after.
“I’m fucking starving.”
You didn’t think you’d ever seen him move as fast as he did then, closing the distance from the bathroom to the table in two quick strides and taking lids from plates with both hands. Your stomach growled as you joined him at the table, signalling your agreement with his statement.
You were both so hungry you barely even spoke until you were halfway through your breakfast. Once you were sated, though, conversation flowed easily between you, like it always did, and you were soon leaning back in your seats, clutching glasses of orange juice and talking through future plans.
Eventually you moved over to the sofa that sat under the window, perpendicular to the wall mounted TV. You were going through your calendars, figuring out when you’d see each other next and doing general life admin - like seeing if he’d be able to come to your mum’s birthday.
“What date’s that again?” he asked as he got to his feet. “I’m gonna have another coffee, d’you want one?”
“It’s on the 20th but the party’s on the 22nd. I - uhhh–”
You’d started to reply, but when you glanced up from your phone your brain short circuited for a second. He was just standing there, tight black boxer briefs sitting low on his narrow hips as he refilled his mug. He looked so at ease, his hair pulled back into a fresh bun, though some pieces still curled at the back of his neck, too short to fit into the hair tie. Your eyes raked over his body, taking in every ridge and smooth expanse of skin, some areas littered with blank ink, until you reached the laurels just above his waistband, almost level with the edge of the table.
“Babe?”
“Yeah?”
Your eyes shot up to his face, realising he was looking at you expectantly with the cafetiere poised over your empty mug.
“Coffee?”
“Oh yeah, uhm, yes please.”
He poured you a cup, smirking to himself as he did so. “What you thinkin’ ‘bout?”
“Just, um… Just noticed the height of that table,” you muttered nonchalantly, scratching the back of your neck.
Harry snorted a laugh, spilling a few drops of milk as he poured it into your cup. “I was thinking that earlier, actually.”
Switching his smirk for an innocent-looking smile, he picked up both coffees and made his way back over to you.
“Did you say the 22nd?”
2:36pm
“So I was thinking,” Harry started, stepping around you to let you stand under the shower head while he shampooed his hair, “we could still go for dinner, but like, in the room.”
“So… room service?”
He rolled his eyes as you lathered shower gel over your body.
“Yeah, but we pretend we’re at a restaurant.”
“Ohh, like still get dressed up and stuff?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, bringing his hands to your waist and pulling you closer to him. “I mean, I, for one, would hate for that dress to go to waste.”
You’d bought a new dress for the trip and sent him a picture from the dressing room when you’d tried it on, and judging by the speed with which he called you after he got it, he seemed to like it.
“Of course,” you laughed, tilting your head to meet his lips in a wet kiss.
It only lasted a moment though, your face scrunching up in disgust.
“Phlegh - shampoo in my mouth - bleugh - but yes that sounds cute, let’s do that.”
Harry snorted, apologising as he switched places with you again to rinse his hair before pressing a shampoo-less kiss to your temple.
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24 Hours in Room 426 - pt 1
Summary: 24 hours in a hotel room with boyfriend!LHH. Smut held together (loosely) by fluff. There’s next to no plot.
Content warnings: smut (nipple play, light hair pulling, overstimulation, toys, squirting, creampie kink, oral M and F receiving), fluff, alcohol, food, LHH and bunrry
Word count: 5.7k
A/N: this is my first time writing since April 2020, and my first Harry fic so be nice to me :) this all escalated from an anonymous ask that wasn’t even sent to me lol but yeah. I hope you enjoy and please please let me know if you did!! Also this is set in like 2015 on OTRA but that’s not really important. Warnings are for both parts.
10:48pm
Toying with the strap of your backpack, you made your way down the hotel corridor, dragging your suitcase behind you. A step ahead of you walked a security guard, having been handed over to him at the back door to the hotel by the driver who picked you up at the airport. He was part of the regular tour crew, so you’d met him a couple of times before and were able to make polite conversation with him in the lift on the way up to the fourth floor.
You fell quiet once the doors opened, anticipation bubbling in the pit of your stomach. The security guard looked down at his phone for a third time as you stepped onto the plush carpet, checking the room allocations for each of the boys.
“H - 426…” he mumbled under his breath, more to himself than to you as you passed room 422. “42…6 - here we are.”
Stopping in front of a door on your right, he raised a fist to knock - three quick raps, then two more after a beat.
“Special delivery,” he spoke drolly as the door swung open - but you hardly heard him.
You couldn’t help the grin that pulled at your lips when you saw Harry. Dressed in a thin white t shirt, black skinny jeans with a rip in the knee, and barefoot, his long hair was pulled back into a bun at the back of his head. Loose strands curled around his temples, a few longer ones tucked behind his ears.
“Hey,” he greeted you both, one corner of his lips hitched up higher in a lopsided smile.
“Hi,” you caught his eye for a moment before turning to the man beside you. “Thanks.”
Harry stepped back, holding the door open to let you and your bags into the room while he said his own thank yous to the security guard. Dropping your bags on the corner of the entryway, you turned around as he shut the door. You didn’t even get a chance to look at him properly before he was pulling you into a tight hug, his arms around your shoulders and yours around his waist. You felt his hands splayed across your back, pressing your bodies together so your face was smushed against his chest. Breathing in deeply, you immersed yourself in the scent of him. He’d been travelling all day too, yet he smelled as fresh and comforting as ever.
You pulled apart slightly when his hands moved across your shoulders to come to cup the sides of your face, tilting your head to bring his lips to yours. He kissed you deeply, instantly sucking your bottom lip between his own - and you kissed him back, because how could you not? Your hands smoothing up his chest, you sighed happily when he began to kiss along your jaw, moving one of his hands out of the way and down to your waist.
“You not even going to ask how my flight was?”
“How was your flight?” he murmured against your skin, kissing just below your ear.
You chuckled, but tilted your head to let him suck harsh kisses to your neck. “Yeah it was fine –”
“Good.”
You’d barely got the words out before he cut you off, capturing your lips with his own and starting to walk you back towards the bed. The sudden movement startled you, making you squeak involuntarily into the kiss, your hands grasping at his t-shirt. You took a few shuffled steps back with him, but stopped when you felt the bed hit the backs of your legs. You tried to pull back from the kiss but his mouth remained attached to yours, not letting you get away. His body curved forward, yours bending backwards as you tried to create some distance between you.
“Babe,” you managed to get out against his lips.
“Mmh?” he hummed, in between hungry kisses.
“Can I just–” you giggled when he kissed you again, not letting you speak. “H.”
He tilted his head to separate your lips, resting his forehead against yours. “Yeah?”
“Can I at least go to the loo first? I’m all plane-y.”
Harry huffed, and you felt his brow furrow against yours, but he straightened up.
“Fine,” he sighed, stealing one more peck on your cheek before he released you, watching you shrug off your jacket and kick off your shoes before disappearing into the ensuite.
11:00pm
Opening the bathroom door with your jeans in hand, you were about to explain that you figured there wasn’t much point in pulling them back up just to come out and take them off again.
“I realised – what are you doing?”
You cut yourself off, laughing when you saw Harry. He was on the bed, his back resting against the centre of the mountain of pillows, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankle, scrolling lazily through his phone - naked.
“Saving time,” he shrugged, locking his phone and setting it on the bedside table. His brow quirked and the corner of his mouth hitched up into a smirk when he looked up at you, standing in the doorway in just your top and underwear. “What are you doing?”
“Saving time.”
Dropping your jeans on top of your bag, you pulled your top and bralette off and tossed them to the floor as you climbed onto the bed. Harry’s hands found your waist as you straddled his thighs, your hands clasping his shoulders for support. Once you were settled you adjusted the chain around his neck, the fine metal gliding through your fingers as you twisted it so the clasp was in its proper place at the back of his neck, the cross sitting in the centre of his chest. You could feel his eyes on you as you worked, taking in every inch of your face.
“How was your flight and everything - genuinely?”
You linked your fingers together at the back of his neck, finally meeting his gaze before you answered.
“Yeah, it was fine. Long.”
He had, of course, already asked you this. You’d texted when you landed, and as he was already at the hotel he’d had nothing else to do than send you a barrage of messages the whole drive from the airport. Can’t wait to see you. Can’t wait to kiss you. Can’t wait to fuck you. A picture of the bed with This is where I’m gonna keep you.
“What about you?”
“Same,” he shrugged. “Slept most of the flight but I’m still knackered.”
He looked it, honestly, his eyes a bit puffy and ready to drift shut at any moment. You took comfort in knowing he had the whole day off tomorrow to do absolutely nothing.
“Best you get to bed then.”
“Yeah I just have to do something first.”
“What’s that then?” you feigned innocence as his hands moved from your hips to your back, pulling you closer. His nose nudged against yours, his breath ghosting over your lips before he kissed you. “Oh right yeah, that.”
As if you’d forgotten. As if his half hard cock hadn’t been sat between you the whole time.
The kiss deepened, your tongue slipping delicately into his mouth as you trailed one hand down his chest to take his length into your hand. He grunted into the kiss at the contact, biting your bottom lip when you started to pump firmly. Pulling your lip free, you scattered kisses along the edge of his jaw, prompting him to tilt his head back. You felt his pulse steadily beating under your lips when you kissed a particular spot beneath his ear, a groan emitting from his throat when you sucked on the warm skin.
“Careful.”
The word came out quietly, strained, as if it physically pained him to stop you.
“Yeah, I know.” You switched to nibbling on his ear lobe instead, not trusting yourself to be able to avoid marking his skin.
Your hand continued to work his length, your thumb brushing along the edge of the head occasionally, as you shifted on his lap, looking for some sort of friction against your core. Luckily some was soon given to you, Harry’s arms tightening around your body and flipping you over onto your back. Attaching his lips to your neck, he pressed one of his thighs between yours. You sighed in relief, rolling your hips to grind your pussy along the firm surface.
You, thankfully, didn’t have thousands of eyes on you every night, so he was free to bite and suck marks onto your skin as much as he pleased. Which was quite a lot, apparently. You were managing to keep pumping his cock while he assaulted your neck, but it was very distracting, and then he was moving down your body and kissing your chest and it slipped out of your hand and out of reach. You squirmed as his nose dragged down your stomach - by now you were so wet and so desperate to feel him on you. His hands, his mouth, his anything. Sometimes he’d take his time with this journey, scattering kisses all across your skin before he even got to the waistband of your underwear, and you didn’t think you’d be able to take it.
It appeared he was taking the express route this time, though, just four firm kisses in a messy line down your abdomen before he was tugging your pants down. You wiggled out of them with his help, kicking them off to the end of the bed. Harry’s hands gripped the undersides of your thighs, spreading your legs apart and holding them there. You whimpered in anticipation, the sound morphing into a moan when he licked a long stripe the whole length of your pussy, his wide tongue spreading you open. He repeated the motion, once, twice, three times, your fingers weaving into his hair as he did so. He pointed his tongue, using the very tip to encircle your clit, teasing it torturously. You whined, pushing his head deeper between your thighs - and thankfully, he took the hint.
“Oh please-” you moaned as he captured your clit between his lips, sucking hard.
Please what, you weren’t sure. Please don’t stop, please do this forever.
He added his tongue, flicking it across the bundle of nerves, and it would be almost embarrassing how fast he was going to make you come if it didn’t feel so unbelievably good. He kept going, sucking and licking you, as he let go of one of your thighs to push two fingers inside you. Flipping his hand palm up, he brushed his fingers against your g spot, rubbing it in quick, short stroked, curling his fingers in a beckoning motion.
It had to hurt, how tight you were gripping his hair, curls coming free from his hair tie, but you could feel him grunt in pleasure against your pussy and he was rutting his hips against the bed, so it seemed he didn’t mind at all. Not that you could stop if you wanted to - you were so so close, could feel it in the pit of your stomach that you were about to come.
Harry released your clit for a second to breathe, and you were about to whimper at the loss of contact, but before you got the chance he was back on you with renewed vigour and you were coming. Your thighs clamped around his head, your back arching, a loud moan slipping past your lips. His fingers worked inside you mercilessly despite how tight you were clenching around his digits, and his mouth didn’t let up either, not until you tugged on his hair to pull him away. He complied, turning his head and kissing the very top of your inner thigh while his fingers switched to a slow pumping motion.
“I missed you,” you said breathlessly.
He kissed his way back up your body, “missed you too” murmured against your skin along the way. You draped your arms around his shoulders once he was finally face to face with you again, one of his arms resting beside your head to prop himself up and the other still between your legs. You shared a messy kiss, his mouth wet with your arousal as it moved with yours. He finally pulled his fingers out of you then, wrapping them around his cock instead, spreading your wetness across the tip.
You both looked down between your bodies as he lined himself up, both of you groaning when the head nudged past your folds. There was a heavy crease between his brows, his tongue resting at the corner of his mouth in concentration as he willed himself to go slow.
He eased into you gradually, his hand around the base of his shaft, and you shifted beneath him. It had been weeks since you did this, so despite how ready you were mentally, you still needed a moment to adjust physically. He glanced up at you, wordlessly checking you were okay. You just nodded, tightening your arms around his neck to urge him down to kiss you again. He dipped his head to bring his lips to yours, pushing further into you in the process. It wasn’t really a kiss at all, your mouths both falling open as you breathed heavily. You forced your eyes open, looking up at him.
“I love yo-oh!”
Harry pulled out and pushed back in fully as you spoke, his cock hitting deep inside you as you tried to say you. He brushed the side of his nose against yours, pressing your foreheads together.
“Love you.”
He began to thrust into you at a slow, steady pace, your hips lifting to meet his each time. Your body was becoming used to him again, your muscles relaxing with each jolt of his hips and squeeze of your thigh where it sat hitched up around his waist.
This was your favourite kind of reunion sex - a gradual reacquaintance, the weight of his body on top of you, his eyes locked on yours with a particularly deep thrust, sweet words whispered in ears and murmured against lips. You were glad you’d managed to pause to go to the bathroom when you arrived, or things would likely have gone differently. Sometimes your reunions would be quick and rough, his kisses all tongue and teeth and his fingers pulling your underwear aside to have you from behind, bent over the nearest available surface. And that was fun, of course - you wouldn’t have had any complaints. But it wasn’t quite the same, didn’t give you quite the same feeling of reconnecting like this did.
And, of course, this position afforded you the opportunity to grab his ass, pushing him deeper inside you as you kneaded the firm muscle - which was one of your favourite things to do.
His movements were beginning to get sloppier and faster then, a sure sign he was close. You were too, your walls clenching around him more and more, and he knew it.
“You gonna come for me, baby?”
You bit your lip, looking up at him with eyes full of lust and love, and nodded.
“Fuck- come on–”
He buried his face in your neck with a grunt, muttering encouragement against your skin. You slid a hand between your bodies, your finger rubbing tight circles over your slick clit to give you the extra push you needed. In seconds you were coming hard, whining into Harry’s ear and digging your nails into his back as pleasure exploded through you.
He groaned loudly, sucking a harsh kiss to your neck as he came undone too, his hips slamming into yours roughly as he released inside you. Moving your hand away from your clit, you let the friction of his pelvis rubbing against you as he ground out his orgasm carry you through yours.
“Shit,” he breathed once he was finally done, his body collapsing onto yours.
You lay like that for a while, him occasionally kissing your shoulder or your neck while one of your hands rubbed his lower back, the other playing with the curls at the back of his neck as he softened inside you.
“Did you eat?” you spoke after a few minutes, voice soft and quiet.
“Mmmh,” he hummed, pushing himself up and rolling off you. You missed him already. “Did you?”
“Yeah, on the plane. Wasn’t bad actually.” You curled into his side, your head on his shoulder and arm across his middle. His arm wrapped around your back, keeping you close, the other laying on top of yours on his tummy. “What d’you want to do tomorrow?”
He sighed, puffing air past his lips harshly.
“I really wanted to take you out for dinner, but…”
He trailed off, and you remembered the amount of people that were gathered outside the front of the hotel when you drove past. You shook your head.
“Yeah I don’t think that’s happening.”
“Yeah… sorry.”
“That’s okay,” you lifted yourself up slightly, craning your neck to peck his lips. “I literally don’t care what we do.” You settled yourself back down, nuzzling your face into his neck. “We can just do this all day.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his arm around your shoulders squeezing you tighter.
“Sounds perfect.”
08:04am
The first thing you saw when you woke up was the back of Harry’s head. His hair tie was just about keeping his hair together, all the shorter hairs at the back of his neck having come free in his sleep. He was laying on his front with his head turned to the side, facing away from you. Your gaze travelled down the expanse of his back, to where the sheets were just covering his bare bum. You briefly debated giving the firm muscle a squeeze but ultimately decided against it - you weren’t ready for the consequences of that action just yet. You needed more sleep, so you just scooted closer to him instead, draping your arm across his lower back. Pressing a kiss to his shoulder, you felt his chest rumble beneath your lips as he grunted in his sleep.
“Sorry,” you whispered, not wanting to wake him.
He twisted onto his side, still facing away from you, but didn’t speak. It seemed he was still mostly asleep, just pulling your arm from around his waist and clutching your hand to his chest. You held your breath, waiting for a sign he was awake, but none came. So, you relaxed against him, slotting your bent legs behind his and letting sleep pull you back under.
10:26am
Without even opening your eyes you could tell you’d switched positions in your sleep. You knew, because you could feel Harry’s lips on your shoulder and his hand on your stomach, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb.
Taking a deep breath in and out, you sighed, letting the oxygen flood through your system as you woke up.
“Morning.” Harry’s voice was raspy in your ear, cracking on the first syllable.
“Good morning.” You hummed happily, giggling when he pressed a noisy kiss to your neck.
He chuckled softly in reply, placing more gentle kisses along the curve of your shoulder. As the rest of your body slowly came to life, you took in more of your surroundings - the daylight streaming in between the gap in the curtains, the warm smell of sleep and sex that eminated from the sheets, and, most notably, Harry’s hard cock pressed against your ass.
“You alright there?”
“Yep,” he chirped, his hand inching lower on your stomach. Past your belly button and still going, his fingers crawling their way along your skin. Instead of dipping between your legs, though, his hand moved up to your hip, trailing up and down your thigh softly.
You turned over onto your back after a moment, his upper body coming up hover over yours as he leaned down to kiss you.
“Are you ever not horny?”
He paused for a moment, nudging your nose with his before responding. “Sometimes I’m asleep. Or hungry.”
“Fair enough,” you chuckled, snaking one arm around his body.
Your other hand reached up to hold the side of his face, your lips meeting in a lazy kiss - all soft moans and even softer movements. No more words passed between you - they weren’t necessary. You were just enjoying being close to each other, enjoying the novelty of waking up together.
His hands explored your body, still bare from the night before - squeezing your breasts, your waist, your thigh. You were enjoying the slowness of it all, you really were, but you could feel his dick pressed up against your leg, begging for attention. So, you let your hand trail down from his neck, down his chest, along his abs, until you could take him into your hand. He grunted into your mouth at the contact, and you felt him twitch against your palm.
You pumped his length slowly, spreading your legs for him when you felt his fingers ghost over your inner thighs. His finger dipped deftly between your folds, gathering your growing wetness and spreading it over your clit. You both moved at the same unhurried pace, relishing the warm tingles that spread through your half asleep bodies.
When he finally pushed one finger inside you, your hips bucked up against his hand, desperate for more. His fingers stretched you open slowly, adding a second when he could feel you were ready for it. Scissoring and pumping his fingers languidly, he moaned into the kiss when you tightened your grip on his cock. You hadn’t meant to, but his fingertips had grazed over that spot inside you, and your body reacted. He repeated his movements, making you whine.
“Go back on your side,” he all but whispered against your lips, giving one last curl of his fingers before pulling his hand from between your thighs.
You kissed him once more before you obliged, turning to lie on your left side with your back to him. Feeling him shift behind you, you bent your right leg up slightly to give him access to line himself up with your entrance. You took a deep breath, letting it out in a whine as he pushed inside you. It wasn’t quite as much of an adjustment as last night, but there was still a pleasant stretch as he filled you.
You could feel the length of his body pressed against yours, as close to you as possible as he ground into you, searching for the right angle before he began to move. When the head of his cock nudged over that spot inside you, you couldn’t help the gasp that fell from your lips, your nerves already sensitive from his fingers.
Turning your head, you reached behind you to tangle your fingers in his hair, your nails scratching gently at the back of his head. Harry pressed a kiss to your cheek before starting to thrust into you, his arm wrapping around your body to hold you close. You closed your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the grunts and half-words he was moaning into your ear. His hips slamming against your ass firmly with each thrust, pleasure coursed through you. Your fingers tightened in his hair, tugging at the roots when you felt him hit a particularly deep spot inside you. His hand gripped your right breast, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger to elicit a deep moan from the back of your throat.
It wasn’t much longer before his movements began to speed up, the precision of his thrusts faltering. His hand left your breast, instead moving to pull at your wrist to untangle your fingers from his hair. The palm of his hand pressed to the back of yours, he slotted his fingers between yours and brought them down to the bed in front of you.
“Lay on your front.” His voice was strained, and you could feel the heat of his breath on your ear when he spoke, pressing his body against yours and pushing your chest against the mattress.
His cock slipped out of you as you moved your lower body, but he was quick to fix that once you were in position, your hips raised off the bed slightly.
“Oh fuck-” “Shit-”
You both moaned at the new angle, a few more slipping past your lips when you rolled his hips against you, dragging his cock across your g spot. His right hand still held yours, pressing your hands to the bed as he began to thrust into you once more. Faster and harder than before, each snap of his hips made the bed creak. The headboard thumped against the wall as he fucked you into the mattress, but he didn’t seem at all bothered by the sound. You weren’t sure how you got there from the leisurely touches you’d shared when you first awoke, but you weren’t complaining. You could feel yourself getting close already, your walls beginning to spasm around him.
“I’m gonna come,” you panted, your eyes closed and brow creased in pleasure with the side of your face pressed into the pillow.
Harry groaned behind you at your words, his pace and precision never faltering. It only took a few more strokes before you were moaning out your orgasm, your whole body tensing from the inside out as waves of pleasure washed over you. He didn’t stop thrusting into you until your muscles began to relax - and then he pulled out and tucked his hand between your legs in one smooth movement, rubbing your clit hard and fast.
“Holy sh–”
Your mouth hung open, unable to finish forming the words you’d started. Your back arched at the sudden contact, lifting your hips further off the bed as the second wave of your orgasm ripped through you, more powerful than the first. You were vaguely aware of Harry pressing kisses to your spine, soft in comparison to the way his fingers were working you through your high. You bit down on your pillow, just because it was half in your mouth already and you didn’t know what else to do as each pass of his fingers over your clit kept you coming, drawing out your orgasm, keeping you at the top of that wave. He didn’t stop even when you felt yourself finally topple over the edge, your body slumping against the mattress. You squirmed at the overstimulation, whining, and his fingers did slow, but didn’t pull away.
“Please.”
Your plea was barely audible, but he heard you, his hand moving to knead your ass cheek instead.
“Sorry,” he murmured against your skin, kissing your shoulder.
“S’okay,” You shook your head as much as you could, with your face smushed to the pillow. “Feels good, I just - I need a sec.”
Harry waited while you caught your breath, his right hand squeezing yours periodically while his left caressed your waist, fingers dancing over your hip and down your thigh. After a minute, you puffed out a deep breath.
“Okay, I’m good.”
“You sure?” His hand gripped your hip, poised.
“Mmhm.”
“Excellent.”
He tugged at your hip, and you followed his wordless instruction, tilting your pelvis to allow him to slide back inside you. Immediately setting a brutal pace, he slammed into you hard and fast - a stark contrast to his gentle touches only moments before. He found your left hand in the sheets, engulfing it with his own the same as your right, your palms pressed to the bed and his fingers gripping yours. All you could do was lie there and moan breathlessly, letting him use your body to chase his high. Without even trying to he was hitting your g spot every time, and you were just starting to think you could come again if you really tried, despite how your muscles were screaming at you to let them rest, when you heard a deep “fuck fuck fuck” from somewhere behind you, and suddenly he was coming inside you, his movements slowing to deep, heavy thrusts. You clenched your walls around him over and over, biting your lip when you heard him moan gutturally as you drew out every last bit of his orgasm.
His weight pressed your body into the mattress when he collapsed onto you, spent. Hhe moved after a second, allowing you to breathe again as he let go of your hands and rolled off of you. You didn’t move yet though, just bending one knee to get a bit more comfortable and turning your head to look at him. Your lids were heavy and his were the same, lazy smiles on both your faces. His stretched into a wide yawn, scratching the back of his neck. The action made you yawn too - only yours was cut short by him sticking a finger into your mouth.
You scowled, and he laughed.
“God you’re so annoying.”
He kissed your forehead in reply, and you tried to keep your frown in place but your mouth was betraying you, your lips twitching into a smile.
“Okay,” Harry spoke decisively, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and standing up. “Shower first or food first?”
With great effort, you flipped onto your back and sat up, feeling his cum start to drip out of you as you considered his question.
“Food first.”
12:15pm
Ordering food was definitely the right call - by the time it arrived you were positively weak with hunger. You answered the door in a baggy t shirt and a pair of shorts, feeling underdressed while you stood awkwardly by as the hotel staff set plates and glasses down on the table. Not as underdressed as Harry, of course, who was hiding in the bathroom in his underwear.
The second you turned the lock on the door after thanking the servers, you heard the door to the ensuite open and Harry’s voice shortly after.
“I’m fucking starving.”
You didn’t think you’d ever seen him move as fast as he did then, closing the distance from the bathroom to the table in two quick strides and taking lids from plates with both hands. Your stomach growled as you joined him at the table, signalling your agreement with his statement.
You were both so hungry you barely even spoke until you were halfway through your breakfast. Once you were sated, though, conversation flowed easily between you, like it always did, and you were soon leaning back in your seats, clutching glasses of orange juice and talking through future plans.
Eventually you moved over to the sofa that sat under the window, perpendicular to the wall mounted TV. You were going through your calendars, figuring out when you’d see each other next and doing general life admin - like seeing if he’d be able to come to your mum’s birthday.
“What date’s that again?” he asked as he got to his feet. “I’m gonna have another coffee, d’you want one?”
“It’s on the 20th but the party’s on the 22nd. I - uhhh–”
You’d started to reply, but when you glanced up from your phone your brain short circuited for a second. He was just standing there, tight black boxer briefs sitting low on his narrow hips as he refilled his mug. He looked so at ease, his hair pulled back into a fresh bun, though some pieces still curled at the back of his neck, too short to fit into the hair tie. Your eyes raked over his body, taking in every ridge and smooth expanse of skin, some areas littered with blank ink, until you reached the laurels just above his waistband, almost level with the edge of the table.
“Babe?”
“Yeah?”
Your eyes shot up to his face, realising he was looking at you expectantly with the cafetiere poised over your empty mug.
“Coffee?”
“Oh yeah, uhm, yes please.”
He poured you a cup, smirking to himself as he did so. “What you thinkin’ ‘bout?”
“Just, um… Just noticed the height of that table,” you muttered nonchalantly, scratching the back of your neck.
Harry snorted a laugh, spilling a few drops of milk as he poured it into your cup. “I was thinking that earlier, actually.”
Switching his smirk for an innocent-looking smile, he picked up both coffees and made his way back over to you.
“Did you say the 22nd?”
2:36pm
“So I was thinking,” Harry started, stepping around you to let you stand under the shower head while he shampooed his hair, “we could still go for dinner, but like, in the room.”
“So… room service?”
He rolled his eyes as you lathered shower gel over your body.
“Yeah, but we pretend we’re at a restaurant.”
“Ohh, like still get dressed up and stuff?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, bringing his hands to your waist and pulling you closer to him. “I mean, I, for one, would hate for that dress to go to waste.”
You’d bought a new dress for the trip and sent him a picture from the dressing room when you’d tried it on, and judging by the speed with which he called you after he got it, he seemed to like it.
“Of course,” you laughed, tilting your head to meet his lips in a wet kiss.
It only lasted a moment though, your face scrunching up in disgust.
“Phlegh - shampoo in my mouth - bleugh - but yes that sounds cute, let’s do that.”
Harry snorted, apologising as he switched places with you again to rinse his hair before pressing a shampoo-less kiss to your temple.
#i will Reblog this properly with my actual thoights tommtow#but omg tell Jesus the bitch is back#i loved it I need to be alone
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I caved and wrote down some of my thoughts about LHH so perhaps I will refine them and share them later this week ☺️☺️
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blurb idea: tom and reader are friends who flirt a lot and have shared drunk kisses once a while but tom wants to make it official 💗
pairing ↠ bestfriend!tom x female!reader [friends with benefits (to lovers) au]
contains ↠ making out, drinking, playful teasing, sudden love confession, tom being awkward (lmao)
Something about the summertime made you feel freer. Instead of being stuck in your house as snow fell and the roads were icy, you and your friends stayed out as long as you could during warm nights. Whether it was in a pub and dancing to the people singing karaoke or sitting around the park when it was empty, you always had something to do. But, it was always better when you were with Tom.
Taking a year hiatus on acting, he came back to London to relax from the busy schedule that Hollywood made for him. Scared about burning out and hating acting, it was his ultimate decision to come back home and mostly, come back to you.
For the last few years, you and Tom found yourselves in an odd but beautiful predicament. After being close at parties or always driving home together, an attraction blossomed between you but felt like horrible timing. He was doing movies in the States, you were studying at uni and then traveling once you started working. You couldn't have been more far apart, but that didn't mean the effort was lost with the hectic lives you lived.
But, this summer has been the best. Staying out late, sometimes going on bar hops, getting ice cream after a long day, all of that with some secret make-outs and unplanned sleepovers. Although you flirted in front of your friends, they know that something was there and they didn't tease you (much of the time). You two didn't mind their jokes and poking at your friendship.
It was a Saturday night and it was another dinner that lasted longer than usual. Eleven o'clock just passed and you, Tom and a few friends were sat outside with your finished plates and third round of drinks. Laughter, smiling and a bit of a buzz. You were leaning your head on Tom's shoulder as he was talking about a Tottenham and Liverpool game with his friends, smiling at the way he got revved up about his soccer.
You giggled, "Kevin, why don't you just give him the ten pounds and call it a day. You two are so back and forth." You teased the boys and their bickering.
"Cough it up, mate." Tom added, smirking and watched his friend dig into his front pocket for cash. He handed him the ten pound and Tom took the satisfaction from it.
"It's getting late, I think we're gonna head out." Your friend, Natalie, told you both, "You two coming?"
You and Tom shared a look then turned back with Tom replying, "No, I think we'll stay around for a bit." Tom nodded.
Biting the inside of your cheek, you agreed to Tom's statement.
Your friends could have teased you, but they wanted to walk off their buzzes and get into a bed with their eyes weighing heavy. They all sweetly said goodnight before you nuzzled your face against Tom's chest as you curled up in the chair next to him.
"Your place or mine?" You giggled.
He grinned, "We should go to yours. I don't want the guys giving me shit."
"Why? It's so cute how red you get. Thinking you're playing cool... it shows your true acting talents." You teased him as you leaned back up, stretching your back.
"Exactly, yes. I don't like to over-extent my talents." He chuckled, tickling your stomach and you quickly curled up next to him.
The walk to your place was enjoyable, both of you so bubbly from the few drinks you had and no one else around to hear your infectious giggling echo within the empty streets. There were the occasional kisses when you shared bright glances, light chuckles between your lips until you were at your front door.
After lazily opening the lock, the two of you took your shoes off by the door and then found the path to your bedroom. Tom fell on the bed, his back lightly bouncing against the mattress before you laid down next to him.
"It's hard to think that you'll be gone again soon..." You trailed, tracing your finger over his bottom lip then moving your hand up to run your fingers through his curls.
"Don't say that." He trailed, rubbing your shoulder.
You pouted, "I can't help it. You're here then you're not. Like it's only a few more weeks until you're working and it's been nice... being together again."
Tom sighed, "I've been thinking about staying longer. I know, it gets hard being without you too." He admitted with all sober words.
You turned your head up toward him, "You mean that?"
"Of course." He trailed, his eyes glancing between yours and your lips.
You didn't say anything, feeling a bit emotional at the thought of him leaving again. You didn't want to take the time you already had together for granted, but it was hard to know he would be away again. All the feelings of loneliness and wondering eating away at both of you in separate places.
Tom leaned up, kissing your temple and he nodded, "I've been trying to find a way to say this and... well, now seems like an okay time to." He half-joked, sitting up.
You furrowed your eyebrows at him, but his pinks were so pink that it had to be something oddly important. You giggled, "What's got you smiling so hard?"
"I know that we've had this thing for a while, and it feels on and off, but I really like you. I didn't know if I was ever gonna say it, but I really do and just because we're apart doesn't mean we can't be together, right?" Tom asked, a bit flustered.
Your response is a smirk with a sparkle in your eyes as you tilt your head.
"So, do you want to... do you want to date? Make it official." Tom added, turning even more pink.
You tried holding your giggle back, and he started to chuckle out of being nervous.
Tom smiled, "Why aren't you saying anything?"
"I just like seeing you squirm." You grinned, bursting into a giggle fit, but Tom playfully put his arm around you. He pulled you on top of him and held each side of your face, your noses brushing against one another's before your lips met.
You pulled away, "You really thought I would say no?"
"Not no, but there was always that off-chance you could say no. Once you realized you were insanely beautiful and－"
"Shut up." You snickered before pulling him back in for a kiss.
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Harry + this thing
bonus because i enjoy the bounce:
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NEW: Joseph Quinn for Contents Man
I dream about the house I grew up in. I’d love to go back to my kitchen, with my friends, cook dinner and be young and dumb.
- Joseph Quinn
#who is this man who is suddenly the love of my life#joseph quinn#i guess???#thats the suggested tag to I guess that is the love of my life’s name
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