Harryisalrightig

But he was getting stroppy and overheating as the temperature was rising, so he'd taken them completely off. Becoming a bit of a nudist, not that Y/N would complain.

A thin layer of sweat covered Harry's body from head to toe.

H was feeling very sorry for himself, with his hand over his closed eyes, answering back to his wife.

"Wha' m' Hot" "Well, I gathered that" Y/N chuckled placing a freezing-cold ice lolly in the centre of Harry's exposed stomach. Causing his body to jolt and groan at the sudden coldness against his sticky skin.

Secretly it felt good

Harry's reaction made Y/N think back for a brief second to when the two played with some ice in the bedroom. They'd only tried it once. The idea was good, but not so much the execution.

It melted far too quickly against Harry's skin. The two found it too giggly dropping the ice every other second. Rummaging through the sheets to find it. Still, that didn't mean they wouldn't try it again.

"Fucking hell babe. Did you really have to put that right on my bloody stomach ...thanks though"

Finally grabbing the ice lolly off his stomach. Which had now left a cold red outline against his skin where it had been. Y/N sat down on the armchair diagonally to Harry. Laughing unwrapping the plastic layer from the sweet treat.

"You better sit up Haz if you're eating it now. M' not scrubbing a stain on my hands and knees in this heat, if anything drips."

Nodding, knowing himself. Harry shifted himself up into a sitting position, now facing his wife.

Y/N was still as equally as hot as Harry. Although she'd chosen to wear a crop top and a pair of shorts instead of being in the nude like her husband.

Despite having freshly washed hair, it was still tied up so it wasn't in her face. Harry always found her mesmerising, no matter what she was wearing. Y/N's feelings were mutual. She always thought his body looked like a sculpture. Even now, when he was sitting bent over. Cock exposed, soft.

She'd still drool over him. But she desperately wanted to see it hard.

Harry removed the plastic packaging, placing it on the floor for now. And smiled as his tongue felt the cold sensation of flavoured ice.

As he was enjoying his snack. His eyes naturally looked over to his wife who was mimicking Harry eating. It might have been her innocently exposed skin, that was causing Harry's breath to catch in his throat. But it was more likely, it was due to the way she was currently sucking on the iced popsicle.

Y/N was aware of her own actions. End of the day she was his little freak. But there was only one way to eat it really. And the shape of it wasn't really helping.

Due to the heat, it was obviously melting a little faster than normal.

Noticing a dribble on one side. Y/N stuck out her tongue, lifted her chin and opened her mouth to lick the side. What really was a natural response, caught Harry's attention further. Her motion came across as pornographic. Y/N hummed at the sweet taste. Popping her thumb into her mouth to get rid of the sticky residue left. This was when she felt Harry's eye's on her.

Harry wasn't helping himself being utterly nude. His cock had bobbed up slightly from the view. Y/N knew her husband's body like the back of her hand. She could tell he was getting turned on by her actions.

Y/N removed her mouth making an overexaggerated 'pop' noise. A small trail of dribble was still connected to the popsicle from her lips. Harry couldn't help but be reminded that was exactly what she'd look like giving him head, when she'd pull away to catch her breath.

Quickly, flicking her gaze onto her husband. Y/N just wanted to check she had Harry's full attention before continuing her movements.

Subtly smirking, Y/N returned her mouth to the treat. This time taking it further into her mouth painfully slowly.

Harry audibly let out a loud shaky breath. He then tried to cover it up with a cough. Which failed. Y/N was now maintaining eye contact, as she began to practically deep-throat in front of her husband.

Harry's jaw had opened with anticipation of her movements.

Just as Y/N was starting to bob her head, she pulled away.

Making Harry let out a whiny "fuckkkkkk"

"Harry what did I tell you about making sure your lolly doesn't drip"

He was speechless. He'd barely even touched his own popsicle due to his wife's movements. Normally Y/N would tell him off a little. Especially since she'd just warned him. But she was far too turned on.

With the heat, they'd just been having quickies. I mean does anyone find peeling your skin from against each other hot?

So, Y/N stood up. Shimmied her hips over to her husband and leant forward sensually licking the bead that was about to drip onto Harry's finger.

"Fuckkkkkin' hell babe"

Popping her thumb into her mouth Y/N pretended to act clueless about the situation. After swirling it around a few times she took it out. "What H? It was going to melt."

"I- fuck I-"

"How about if you're so lost for words, you put your ice lolly in your mouth then I'll carry on having fun hmm?"

Harry amazed at his wife started to blush and slowly nod. He was rock solid and certainly wasn't hiding it. Despite his Wife's words, he was still frozen in anticipation.

Playfully rolling her eyes. With Y/N's spare hand that wasn't holding her own popsicle. She grabbed Harry's wrist bringing his to his mouth. Harry's lips and tongue of course welcomed it.

"See there we go wasn't so hard was it? Now I want you to keep it in your mouth, okay baby? You can suck it but no biting. It's going to be a little bit of a gag for you today since it's too hot for your leather one."

Harry's pupils had fully dilated. He loved it when she took charge, she always made him feel so good. Not wanting to disobey he nodded.

"Good boy H"

Being a sucker for praise Harry's body including his cock twitched. A pathetic muffled whine half left his lips. Harry knew he was going to have to be very gentle and make sure the ice lolly wouldn't break in his mouth.

Y/N sunk to her knees parting Harry's legs. She wanted to edge him, shock him a little.

His pink tip was begging to be touched. But they both knew that would be too easy.

Smirking, Y/N brought the icey treat against Harry's v-line, just below his ferns.

"mmmh" Harry's hips bucked at the sensation. "Oh sorry is it cold? Good. Been complaining on and on that you've been hot. Be good and let your wife look after you Harry." Y/N spoke sternly.

After being satisfied with the amount that had transferred onto Harry's skin. Y/N stuck out her tongue licking the sticky trail she'd left purposely behind.

Although she couldn't hear Harry's normal words of filth. She knew he was enjoying this. Harry was (not very well) trying to control his breathing. The cold sensation of the ice lolly then the slight warmth of his wife's tongue, just felt incredibly filthy and he loved it.

Y/N was enjoying it far too much. She was painfully repetitive with her movements. Harry had now begun to fully inhale and exhale, his butterfly tattoo lifting and falling accordingly in an attempt to stay semi-calm.

Y/N pressed the ice lolly against the very top of Harry's pubic bone. It naturally ran straight down to the base of his cock and slightly dribbled down to his balls.

Fuck

Not wanting it to drip and then stain the carpet below. Y/N was quick to respond and licked the mess up. Before Harry had a slight chance to pull himself together. Y/N traced his balls with the popsicle, causing Harry's body to flinch.

It was an uncomfortable feeling at first but the aftermath just felt so good.

After she was satisfied with her own actions Y/N pulled herself off Harry and sucked on her own popsicle.

At this point, Harry was whimpering.

"Don't know what'll taste sweater you? Or this?"

Y/N wrapped her hand around Harry's base and brought her head closer to Harry's throbbing cock, and finally licked the slit on his head. It was far less than what Harry was hoping for, but she was finally touching him, which counted for something.

Although It didn't last for long. As Y/N did practically the same movement with what was left of the popsicle.

"Hmm, what do you think Haz? I might need your input."

Y/N reached up and pulled the wooden stick out of Harry's mouth. Due to the warmth of his tongue, it had entirely melted the sweet treat. So it was just the stick in his mouth. Harry hadn't really noticed, he was too busy drooling over his wife.

She ran her thumb over Harry's sensitive tip to gather some of his precum and slipper her thumb into his mouth. Making him taste himself.

"Good boy tasting yourself aren't you"

Harry was lost for words.

Enjoying her husband's look of shock. Y/N removed her thumb from Harry's mouth. And decided enough with the teasing, that it was time for her to work her magic. Y/N placed what was left of the treat on the floor. (Avoiding the carpet)

Ensuring her hair was adequately out of her face. Y/N pumped Harry's base a few times. Naturally, Harry laced his fingers through the root of Y/N's hair by her neck.

The two shared a brief sweet smile for a split second. Y/N broke away first wrapping her lips around Harry's head.

Harry's body fully relaxed as Y/N began to bob her head.

If he could, Harry would stay in her mouth all day everyday. It was always wet and warm. And made him feel all warm and fuzzy. Not to mention when he'd open his eyes to look down at her.

Y/N's eyes would always be looking up at him. Normally with little tears building up, or running down her cheeks. It wasn't like Harry was small, so she'd always gag around him. She looked so innocent yet such a minx at the same time. Harry loved it.

Caught up in his own daydream about his wife's mouth. Harry didn't take long to cum.

Harry gripped Y/N's hair with every fibre in his body, as his hips lifted as his cock began to twitch into her mouth.

Y/N let him really ride his orgasm. She carried on twisting her hands around his base and bobbing her head. As Harry released into her mouth.

After his body movements had stilled. Admiring the way his chest was rising and falling, deeply breathing. Y/N removed Harry out of her mouth with a final 'pop'.

Neither one of them happened to be seeing anyone else, nor were they interested in it. Both sides of their friendship groups had been introduced. And within the small circle, they were Y/N and Harry.

They came as a duo.

Harry was having his ear tugged on about the whole situation during nights out. He didn't mind it too much, but it was getting repetitive.

Now every time the group would go out it was predicted to come up.

In other terms, it was getting annoying.

His friends would deliberately tease him and bring up Y/N's name, to see him get all excited and talk about her. For them butter him up, to then question Harry.

"C'mon mate I don't get why you haven't asked her out yet. You two are practically dating already, you've been a known thing for ages. Just ask her and make it official!"

By a 'known thing', Mitch was referring to all of his and Y/N's closest friends and closest family knowing about each other. Luckily the brutal media had yet to clock anything.

"M' gonna do it when I'm ready yeh. We're not rushing things, been bloody telling you all that okay"

Harry was tired of getting chased about it. No one got it. See there was no pressure it was just them.

Secretly, Harry was scared that a label could change things.

With labels, things could become very serious very quickly. The second it would be out in the open. It would become this massive target everyone would attack and seem to have an opinion on.

There was always that wobbly balance about wanting to hold tight onto a 'relationship', but that came with limitations. Not being able to go out in public together, dinner reservations had to be sneakily planned, etc.

He knew Y/N deserved the world, not to be hidden.

But then there was another extreme. If Harry proudly showed off his girl on his arm. Took her to dinners when and wherever etc. The harsh media could swarm quickly. And Y/N didn't deserve that criticism just for dating someone either.

The relationship was theirs and not anyone else's.

It was a convocation Harry knew needed to happen, and that he'd need to be the one to insinuate it. Harry still had those insecurities anyone would have getting into a relationship.

Mainly his biggest fears consisted of the - what if she rejects me? What if it's too much and she leaves me?

Whenever it popped into his head it was a domino effect of angst. As his attachment and routine of Y/N in his life grew, the worries did too alongside it.

There was only so long Harry could prolong having 'the chat' and asking her out officially.

Harry had a bad habit of thinking things over in his mind repeatedly, not acting on it. Then all of a sudden irrationally doing it without a thought. This was exactly what had happened when Harry impulsively sent Y/N a text message;

H: Fancy dinner around mine tonight? H: Think we need to have a chat? X

Y/N was out at brunch with her two friends when she received the message. Her phone was face up on the table. She only happened to see the notification flash up, when she reached over to grab her ice latte.

"So anyway I said to her - Y/N are you listening?"

Frowning at the message Y/N scanned over it quickly one more time before shaking her head. Darting her gaze back to Charlie.

"huh sorry erm...Harry just sent me a weird message"

Curiously her other friend at the table Sofia asked, "Well what's he said?"

Y/N completely trusted the two girls and knew that they wouldn't leak any of the news or info about Harry. So she grabbed her phone, and unlocked it, which brought up their full chat from the notification.

" 'Fancy dinner around mine tonight?' Then straight underneath it, he's put 'Think we need to have a chat?' " Y/N spoke slowly puzzled quoting the messages.

A chat? A chat about what?

"Erm what the actual fuck"

"CHARLIE!" Sofia had nudged her friend's foot under the table, in a poor attempt to hush her.

"What! 'The chat' c'mon we know what that means"

"Yes! But there's a bloody nice way of putting it Char!" Sofia shot daggers at Charlie, then reached out her arm to Y/N to give her a gentle reassuring rub on her side. Continuing she added, "I'm sorry babe, I know you really liked him"

Y/N was obviously flat, in the entire time of their- whatever it was. Harry had never sent her a text about 'a chat'. She felt worse he hadn't phoned her about it. Was it really that bad of a convocation he could only pop a text? Could he not bring himself to ask her over the phone, due to his voice trembling from guilt?-

"Fuck him Y/N!"

"Charlie oh my god you're not helping right now" Sofia whined obviously embarrassed about how her other friend was acting towards Y/N's situation.

"I say own the situation babe! Strut in there all dressed up fancy, showing what he'd be missing"

Silence fell upon the table before a brief moment.

"He might not even be ending things Y/N" Sofia added softly. Both of them knew Charlie was only being overprotective of her friend. And Y/N knew Sofia was only trying to ease her now overthinking mind.

"Maybe...I don't know… It’s just a bit out of the blue. It’s not like he’s been distant… But then again ugh I don’t know. It's just not a very 'Harry' sentence to send, that's not how he normally words stuff. Well unless it has been something bad.”

Y/N eventually texted Harry a short and simple 'Sure, see you tonight usual time? '

Y/N ended up taking Charlie’s advice and dressed up. She thought it was one of those two birds - one stone moments. Looking hot and dressing up for a date night. Who wouldn’t appreciate their partner looking good?

And if Harry was to break up with her, she'd look beyond drop-dead gorgeous. And maybe looking hot could help her with the situation slightly. Well, not really it wouldn't change the outcome but who knows? Either way, she looked hot.

Doing her makeup was a half distraction, Y/N still had nerves. As anyone would, she was overthinking everything. That feeling only intensified when she pulled up to Harry's gate.

Y/N half debated staying in her car the whole evening. Any form of confrontation was never pleasant. Pulling herself together, Y/N switched her engine off and locked her car.

It took her a few moments of composure to knock on Harry's door.

Harry had opened the door with a teatowel slung over his shoulder, dressed in a fairly casual attire. He was defiantly taken aback by Y/N's dress and heels.

"Y/N erm fuck you look amazing"

"thank you H" Y/N hesitantly leaned into Harry's peck on her cheek.

"I feel a bit underdressed now" Harry chuckled lightheartedly.

"no, nonsense you always look great Haz. If anything I'm the one who's overdressed"

Being a gent once Harry had invited Y/N in. He offered to take her jacket off from her. The two very rarely had gaps of silence like this, Y/N graciously allowed Harry to take it off her.

Once Harry had appropriately placed her coat away, he'd popped the teatowel down, moving back to the hallway.

"Erm dinner should be like another fifteen or so. Did you want a drink now, or did you want to wait a bit?"

"Oh, I'm okay with waiting... Thanks though."

What Y/N realistically wanted to say was, ' If I drink anything right now I might vomit. And if I have any alcohol I'll probably cry first then vomit'.

Reaching his hand through his styled circles. Harry plucked up the courage and asked "Did you- erm. Did yeh' wanna chat now then?"

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck

“Mmmh sure"

Harry led them both to his living room. Normally day to day, Harry was rather heavy-footed and would fall landing on the sofa. Limbs sprawled out. But he couldn't have appeared more gentle as he sat down, body turned to face Y/N.

His current body language could have been described as the definition of someone about to share bad news.

He'd practised what he wanted to say hundreds of times. But Harry's mouth had dried out and his mind was blank.

In hopes of composure, Harry cupped his hand on top of Y/N's.

"So erm- well... Ah right okay...You know we've been...you know 'this' for quite some time...Erm well I'm not too sure how to word this-"

"Oh for fuck sake Harry it's fine I get it, it's over"

"Wha' ?"

Harry's mouth had quite literally fallen open from shock. If his face stayed frozen in this position long enough the frown line between his eyebrows would become permanent.

Y/N's eyes had turned teary-eyed. She was just annoyed and pretty bummed out. Of course, Harry fucking Styles. What should she expect, he could have anyone he wanted. Reality should have caught up with her a lot sooner than later.

"C'mon Harry it's fine I get it. We're adults-"

Harry's actions were quick to grab Y/N by her cheeks and smush her into a kiss. He was going into full-blown panic mode and wasn't really thinking about what he was doing.

It certainly wasn't the most romantic or best kiss the two had shared but it certainly shut Y/N up.

Not expecting his actions Y/N's body actions were stiff. Noticing Y/N hadn't melted into him as usual. After a few moments, Harry pulled away to be met with a very confused and silent Y/N.

Harry chuckled at her puzzled face.

"You numpty. I was going to ask yeh' out officially before you bloody abandoned ship"

Y/N felt the warm blush of embarrassment climb to her cheeks. Rising her hands to her face Harry chuckled again bringing them back down into their lap, to admire the rosy cheeks.

"Was going to? Like past tense" "Y/N" "Harry" "You gonna let me finish this time love" Harry playfully rolled his eyes

"mmh promise"

The two's cheesy grins were radiant with joy against each other.

"I've spent all day bloody practising this massive long speech about us. That I was going to say before I asked you to be my-"

"Yes!"

Y/N launched herself into Harry's lap wrapping her arms around his neck. Harry jokingly started groaning as if all of the air has been knocked out of his lungs. Y/N pecked every inch of Harry's face in small kisses of admiration.

"Guess you wouldn't be the girl I fancy so much if you'd been patient and just waited"

Harry's body moulded back against Y/N's as the two's kiss depended.

"Harry...Harry"

Continuing to kiss her neck. Harry hummed against her skin in acknowledgement of his name being called.

"Harry dinner!"

And there it was Harry's little soft spot. Y/N being far too sleepy just nodded, she knew Harry was always grumpy when he was overtired and that probably was the reason he was acting out.

Harry debated just going downstairs and leaving her to do it all on her own. But he thought better of it, and helped her to fold clothes neatly away back in the suitcase.

Y/N remained silent muttering the odd 'thank you' where necessary.

"C'mon then, we'll grab a coffee or somethin' on route" Harry now feeling bad about how he'd spoken, was being a gent rolled her suitcase as well as his own down to the lobby.

Once they'd arrived at the private airport Y/N did her routine of putting her hoodie up. In case any paps managed to get through and placed her trusty Prada sunglasses on.

The staff greeted them and welcomed them onto the plane with complimentary drinks in hand. It certainly wasn't shabby at all, especially for a ten-hour flight

Harry had chosen to sit diagonally opposite her. Putting on his headphones, he began watching some documentary about the Rolling Stones. Feeling crabby himself the last thing he wanted to do was sit and chat constantly for a ten-hour flight.

Respecting his distantness Y/N happened to have downloaded a few movies on Netflix in the car ride over, and decided that she'd give them a watch. Mid-flight Y/N wondered why Harry actually needed a sugar baby? So many people adored him, it wasn't like he couldn't 'pull'. But here he was with her on a jet, when he could have travelled with friends?

-

Harry's distantness hadn't gotten any better two days in when the others arrived. Y/N was getting rather pissed off. Harry had specifically flown her to be with him on the trip yet didn't want her around.

She understood that she wasn't his girlfriend by any means. And that he was surrounded by a lot of his friends and they didn't know about their agreement. So things would have to be on a low anyway. But he didn't have to be such a dick about it.

"I just don't get why I'm here Harry? I mean you've had me around and we haven't fucked in two days, not even a blowie, nothing."

"Pipe down alrigh', m' the one who's paying for you to be around. So I get you when I want yeh' "

It was a pet hate when Harry made her feel 'sleazy', and after that disgusting comment, Y/N was not having it.

Harry was once again out with friends probably having some fancy dinner or at some posh overpriced bar. Y/N was bored beyond belief in the hotel room, Harry had his card on him so she couldn't hit the shops. But that didn't mean she couldn't have fun.

The main advantage of overpacking was that Y/N had an outfit for every occasion.

She decided that she'd get dolled up and enjoy her own company. Fuck needing a man's presence to have fun.

Although sometimes it wasn't the Saint Laurent suit she'd wear that would catch Harry's attention. Something as simple as a loungewear set could drive him twice as crazy.

Ensuring she felt ready to go out, Y/N ran a short shower to freshen herself up. Wrapping the oversized fluffy towel around her body, Y/N made her way over to the hotel dressing table.

It didn't take her too long to do a quick simple dewy glam look.

Finishing off her look by her running the applicator of her Dior lip oil onto her lips. She was ready to start her plan.

Y/N strategically placed her phone onto the console, ensuring that it was placed on a self-timer. Grabbing the fluffy oversized towel, Y/N shimmed it forward so it draped against her body.

Her iPhone after reaching its countdown flashed confirming the photo was taken.

Boy was fucking perfect.

It clearly looked like someone else had taken the picture. Y/N's mouth was open slightly and just about in the frame of the shot. And her hands were on either side of her chest pushing her cleavage together. Which was on show, due to how the towel that was wrapped around her, had perfectly fallen and formed a sweetheart neckline.

She debated just sending it straight to Harry, but that would have been too obvious. Y/N knew whenever she posted something on social media Harry was always quick to view it.

And at the end of the day, it was a fairly innocent picture- or so that's what Y/N convinced herself, as she edited the photo to black and white and added it to her story.

After the picture had been posted Y/N had full plans to explore the town and maybe grab a drink or two.

But her phone buzzing on the console table distracted her from pulling her Saint Laurent suit off from its hanger.

[Y/N] Harry Styles

why

Bingo. She knew it would have gotten under his skin especially for him to directly respond to the picture on Instagram. Which is something Harry would have never done. If anything he'd sent her a text about it, to avoid just in case his account ever got hacked and leaked.

Smirking biting down on her acrylic nail with a satisfied grin Y/N allowed his response to linger for a few minutes before she responded.

Y/N : I don't know why you're acting bothered

Harry: who took that picture?

Ah, it was golden really. Y/N was enjoying this moment far too much. As she should be, he wanted to act like a bitch. Well then, so would she, it was that simple.

Y/N : wouldn't you like to know

That was it for Harry, he slipped out of the bar booth he was sitting in and pulled up her contact, dialling her name.

"What the fuck Y/N"

"what the fuck Harry"

Harry let out a huff at her answer, he hated it beyond words could describe when she mocked him.

"Cut the crap"

Hearing her chuckle on the other line with her laughter clearly caused her to lean away from her phone. Harry turned the volume up on his, in an attempt to hear what she was laughing at. Or in his mind who.

Growing impatient Harry reiterated jealousy "Did he fuck yeh' yet huh?"

"What like the little whore I am. Do you think everyone I sleep with thinks I'm just a platter for them to take me when they want it? God forbid what if I was the one who fucked him because I wanted it.

Or is that not good enough do I have to be on all men's beckoning call? Maybe you should go and find some other slut then huh. Considering all you have to do is throw money at them, as they're just whores who don't have feelings."

Gobsmacked beyond words could describe, Harry remained silent.

It was safe to say Y/N's point was made loud and clear. Not wanting to deal with his bullshit of an excuse or answer, Y/N hung up on him.

Harry was in disbelief as he went to speak he was cut off by his phone beeping, signally the call had ended.

Walking back inside the restaurant, Harry reached into his back pocket and pulled out his custom Gucci wallet. Opening it up, Harry grabbed an over-generous number amount of bills, which drastically over-covered the total cost of the bill and threw them onto the table, storming out into a car.

"Can you step on it mate, m' in rush cheers"

-

This evening's entertainment was far better than going out in town.

Y/N was sitting in the middle of the super king-sized bed, still just with a towel wrapped around her figure. With a bowl of strawberries and a bottle of champagne in either one of her hands. She knew Harry would scold at her for not using a glass, but anything to piss him off more right now was perfect.

Her guilty pleasure of some trashy reality tv show was on in the background when Harry stomped in nostrils flaring.

It was laughable the difference between the two, Y/N looked unbothered as anything drinking the most expensive wine on the menu. Whilst Harry looked like he was really to fight whoever was in the room with her.

After grabbing the remote a little too harshly. Harry turned the show off, causing Y/N to let out a "Hey!"

Scanning the room to find the fella, much to Harry's obliviousness, Y/N's words and actions were slowly making sense. It was all catching up to him and he realised it was all just payback.

Feeling rather embarrassed by his actions Harry shoved his hands into his pockets. He'd spat a few not-so-nice words out of being in the heat of the moment before. But it was never something this hurtful, Harry wasn't naturally that way inclined.

"It's not very nice is it speaking to someone like that, Mr treat people with kindness?"

"I-"

Shaking her head Y/N interrupted Harry "mmh no I think you've done enough talking, I think your actions need to make up for your words"

With their agreement, Y/N was very rarely the dominant one. So Harry didn't want to waste any time.

Nodding his head Harry kicked his shoes off stripping into his boxers and climbing onto the bed, ignoring his growing cock. Y/N arched her body off the bed causing the towel to drop on either side of her now naked body.

She went to lift her bum up, to pull the towel off underneath her but Harry pushed her hips back down.

"Mmh nope. We're going to be needing the towel time m' done"

Pleased by Harry's words Y/N wiggled back against the pillows parting her legs for Harry to lay between and begin his work. Smiling a hum anticipating Harry's mouth.

Harry's lips hovered directly in front of her pussy, Y/N's toes curled at feeling his warm breath against her cunt. Wanting to be as close as possible, Harry wiggled up the bed causing his few-day-old grown out stubble to graze her skin.

He loved everything about the view in front of him, he wanted his cock to be buried in it for days on end. He loved how it looked, watching the pinkish walls appear when he'd spread her open. Or the contrast in colours when his white cum would drip and leak out of it. But nothing could beat the warmth of the wetness combined with the taste and smell of her.

Harry had positioned one hand gripping onto her thigh and the other pressing down on her stomach to keep her still.

His mouth wasn't gentle against her core at all. Harry was eating her out like there was no tomorrow. Y/N hissed at Harry's movements as his teeth nipped her folds slightly.

"Careful" Y/N wined.

Harry made up for it as he then began to circle his tongue around her clit. Reaching one hand up tracing her hardened nipples.

"Fuckkk Harry"

Y/N gripped his curls pushing his face deeper into her. Harry's face dropped slighting so he was back lapping against her folds as his nose brushed against her clit. Her high-pitched moans only encouraged Harry's movements as he picked up his pace.

" Shit shit shit shit shit" Y/N's hands fell as she clawed Harry's back with her nails. Her mouth fell open from pure pleasure drenching Harry's face.

Harry pulled away with her arousal covering his face, causing a shine to reflect against the light.

Sitting up 'to return the favour' Harry shook his head leaning back down towards her core.

Y/N felt borderline embarrassed as she yelped out a moan with Harry toying with her sensitivity. "Harry- fuck gentle, Harry I'm-"

Not softening his actions Harry let out a smack to the side of her bum. An action that was telling her to 'quit it'.

Removing his hand from off of her stomach. Harry regrettably pulled himself away from her, to spit onto his fingers. Something he really didn't need to do as she was beginning to drip from her pussy down her ass, from the mixture of her previous orgasm and her arousal.

But he did anyway, using two fingers to spread her apart, then curling the digits inside of her velvety walls to apply pressure at the tip of his fingertips. Not that Y/N was touching him in any form, but he loved eating pussy so much, he was realistically edging himself the entire time.

"Please feels so good H"

Not that all of this would make up for Harry's harsh words, but it definitely was a good place to start.

Harry couldn't eat her out better if he tried, his cock was aching for action in his boxers but he knew it wasn't the time. He was physically nodding his head up and down licking stipes against her pussy at the same time his fingers worked inside of her.

Squirting was something Y/N did rarely. But given for them two days meant it had been a while and she'd already reached her high.

When her second release came, the warmth multiplied in her body.

Y/N's toes curled as her body shivered.

Harry was in heaven she'd only squirted maybe a few times? It certainly wasn't a lot, sure she'd cum a few times when they'd fuck in one 'session'. But squirting was always unexpected.

He felt like he was in a trance - he really didn't want to move. It was only Y/N's discomfort of feeling the damp towel underneath her that caused him to move. Gently pulling it out from underneath her Harry chucked it into some corner of the room.

Being covered in her wetness the last thing he wanted to do was get up and leave the sight that was just in front of him. His black briefs had a generous-sized white glistening mark from his pre cum.

"Night H" Y/N wrapped the duvet and pulled it over her nude body. Harry looked down at his cock in disbelief.

"I- erm Y/N"

Leaning up against the pillow, Y/N looked at where Harry was still sitting at the end of the bed. Sporting what was an obviously massive rock-solid hard-on.