#cheekyyyy

Just thinking about spending the holidays with Harry and his family and you two having to sleep in different rooms; however, Harry always wakes up earlier than everyone to sneak into your room for a quick morning cuddle. He’d wake you up with soft kisses on your face, thumbs softly running across your skin and gently skimming across your eyelids before they flutter open. You would stay in bed, discussing your dreams if you remembered them, thinking about the day planned, and more. You’re always the one to remind him of the time, “Everyone’s about to wake up in a bit,” To which he’d just pull you closer, arms around your waist as he snuggles his face deeper into your neck. “Just a little longer. Five Minutes,” He’d mumble against your skin.

That’s how it would go every morning until one morning you find your lazy morning kisses turning into needy ones, slumber-weighted fingers curling in his messy hair. Your leg raises to curl over his hip as he slots his thigh between your legs, one hand resting on your lower back as the other coasts up your body to reach their final destination at your chest, squeezing the soft warm flesh and causing a breathless moan to leave your mouth.

You don’t think about it when you grind against his thigh, a broken moan coming from you as he hums in encouragement. Your lips fluidly move against his as he lays you on your back, hovering over you to then press wet, generous kisses to your neck, stopping himself from leaving a mark when the thought crosses his mind. Your thighs are spread to accommodate his body as he kisses your neck, your breasts, stopping to lick at each nipple and lovingly kiss each before continuing his journey down, down, down.

He kisses the waistband of your panties and continues to avoid your center, watching as you pathetically squirm. His soft hands cup the back of your thighs, softly squeezing as he kisses the inside of your knee before glancing up at you through devious eyes, doused in arousal and shielded by those pretty eyelashes you love to kiss when his eyes are shut. His kisses trail up the inside of your thigh, eyes never leaving yours, even when your lips start to crack in a smile and a soft giggle escapes. Your right hand reaches down, softly pushing back his hair before cupping his jaw. He tilts his head to press a gentle kiss to the inside of your wrist, listening as a content hum vibrates through your chest. Your happy sounds send a flutter of butterflies to his stomach as he smiles against your skin, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties, swiftly pulling the fabric towards him until they’re off and tossed to the floor.

He kisses the inside of your thigh once more as he gets settled in between them, arms hooking around both thighs to pull you closer. Your bottom lip is tucked between your teeth as you watch your boyfriend’s eyes trail down your body, taking you in like it’s the last chance he’ll ever get. He removes an arm from around you, fingers spreading your arousal before gently parting your wet lips. Your hips twitch in the slightest movement, Harry’s eyes darting up to yours for a moment before he dives in, tongue licking at every part of you that aches for him.

Your lips part, eyes shutting in pure bliss as he gets to work, lips closing in on your clit to gently suck. You try to reel in your moans, one hand gripping the sheets as the other runs through Harry’s soft curls. He hums against your core, head shaking side to side as he buries his face further into your cunt, nose knocking against your clit multiple times.

His eyes are heavy from bliss and the little bit of sleep that has yet to wear off. His hand that had been gripping your thigh trails across the sheets to grab ahold of your hand, fingers intertwining as your hips buck against his face. His thumb soothingly caresses your hand, occasionally squeezing each time you get a bit loud, kindly warning you to bump it down a few notches.

You catch a glance of the clock at your bedside, the time reading 7:35, exactly 25 minutes before 8 when Harry’s mother usually makes her way downstairs to start breakfast.

Your decision is quick, fingers softly tugging his hair until he parts from your soaked folds with a wet sound. He glances at the clock as well before climbing back up your body, kissing you in a haste manner. You whimper, both at the feeling of his dick pressed against your pussy and the taste of you on his tongue.

“Want you inside.” You mutter against his lips, fingers wrapping around him, reveling in the needy whine he lets out. You’re switching positions, your knees digging into the mattress as you sit in his lap, hand still wrapped around his cock. He has one hand snug on your hip as he uses his other hand to prop himself up, head tilted back to gaze up into your eyes.

He takes in your every feature, soaked in the morning light that seeps through the window. He brings a hand up, cupping your jaw, thumb lightly rubbing the area beneath your left eye. You both smile as he pulls you close to gently kiss you.

You whine as your hips move against his, soaked center rubbing against him. You pull away, eyes dropping to where the two of you are rubbing against one another. Your eyes fleet back up to look at him, his gaze still watching the sinful scene as you grind down onto his cock.

You take hold of him again, lifting your hips just enough to have him at your entrance. He watches as you slowly take him, pussy fluttering around his generous tip, your jaw dropping in a silent moan. His hands are down at your hips, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into the soft plushy skin. You continue your journey down his length, one hand resting on his shoulder as the other grips his thigh.

“Fuck, you take me so well, angel. Swallowing my cock like you were made for it.” His words make you whimper, eyes closing in ecstasy. You curse when you finally take all of him, hips snug against him as you mewl in pleasure.

“So fucking big, H.” Your words are slurred, dripped in arousal and need as your hips twitch, thighs digging into his sides as you attempt to shut them. He’s so deep your mind begins to feel hazy, and it doesn’t help when he slowly drags you up his cock only to drop you back down, a breathless moan escaping you.

“Gotta be quick, yeah?” He watches as you nod, humming in agreement as you slowly start to move up and down his cock. “That’s it, take it all, baby. S’all yours isn’t it?”

You pant, one hand falling back to dig into the comforter as your other digs your nails into his shoulder. “Yeah. All mine.” You mewl in agreement.

“Taking it like a fucking champ, shit…you’re so fucking good to me.” His hands leave your hips to squeeze your tits, thumbs brushing over your nipples before he grips your side to pull you down onto his dick, watching as you shudder, a pathetic and high-pitched moan forcing its way from you.

He’s quick to hush you, an arm looping around your lower back as his other hand grips the side of your neck to pull you close. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, fuck.” You rush out in a breathless sentence. “I'm sorry, I'll be quiet, please.” You’re practically sobbing against his lips as you greedily grind against him, wanting nothing more than to reach your high.

“Look at you, my greedy baby.”

You whine as he pulls you close, gently flipping you over to lay beneath him, your legs locking around his waist as he presses his hips deeper into you. Your jaw drops in a silent moan, ankles crossing at his lower back, pulling him closer if that’s even possible. Harry moans, grasping your chin to give you a sloppy kiss before sitting up. His hands trail down your body, squeezing your tits before landing on your hips, tightly gripping you as he watches your body squirm under him. “Please..” You’re nearly in tears from how badly you want to cum, hips grinding back and forth to create any type of friction you can get.

He makes a quick promise to fuck you, settling between your legs, one hand gripping your thigh as the other remains on your hip. He draws his hips back, watching the way his cock glistens in your arousal, just to watch as he slowly thrusts back into you. His eyes trail back up your body as he gradually picks up his pace. You’re looking up at him with glossy eyes, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

His hips continue grinding into yours, each push and draw of his cock shoving you closer to the edge. Harry finds himself getting carried away, hips slapping against the inside of your thighs harshly; and although the sensation felt otherworldly, he curses when the headboard slams into the wall and a strangled, loud moan claws its way from your throat. He’s quick to lean down and slap a hand over your mouth as your body twitches, another moan hitting the palm of his hand.

He’s softly shushing you, reminding you that you’re not alone in the house, which is still deadly silent considering how early it is. His hand lifts just a little to let you talk, the both of your voices coming out hushed and fevered as he continues to thrust into you. “You feel so fucking good, baby. So deep.” He nods as you mewl in pleasure. Another particular thrust has you whining, his hand clamping back down on your mouth, and he thinks it might have to stay there for the remainder of your activity.

“I know, baby, I know. Just wanna let those pretty moans out, don’t you?” His words are genuine but his tone is so condescending, and it goes straight to your core, pussy clamping and fluttering around his cock. He curses, panting as he fights the urge to cum. “Splitting you open so good, aren’t I?” He can feel the concealed moans hitting his palm as his hips persistently slam into you, your thighs clamping down around his hips as you nod.

Your mind is so foggy, arousal clouding every logical nerve in your body. He coos when he sees the tears that begin to cloud your vision, threatening to spill at any second.

“I’m gonna take my hand away and you’re gonna be a good girl and stay quiet, right?” He raises an eyebrow. You swallow hard, eagerly nodding, wanting nothing more than for him to give you what you want.

His hand drops from your mouth and you watch as he sits back up, just for a moment to hook your leg over his arm, creating a deeper angle. Your toes curl, teeth digging into your lip as you look up at him with dazed eyes. He leans forward, sloppily kissing you before pulling away, eyes never leaving yours as he begins to roughly work himself in and out of you once again.

You’re trying your hardest to keep your moans and whimpers at bay, hands quickly reaching up to grip his forearms, nails digging into the strong muscles. You’re having a tough time keeping your eyes open, the pleasure so intense it has your back arching off the bed. Above you, Harry is a view you never want to lose sight of. His cheeks are flushed, tan skin glistening under the bright sun rays in the room, messy hair dangling in front of his face as he ravishes you. Your eyes are trained on the way his chains follow every movement he makes, swaying back and forth above you so swiftly it nearly has you hypnotized.

You open your mouth to speak, but your words get caught in a quiet moan at the back of your throat. Harry hums, a slick smile making its way to his lips, “You’re gonna cum. Can feel you squeezing me, I’m making you feel so good aren’t I?”

“Yes, yes, yes. So close, I’m so close,” You’re whispering, trying everything in your power to not moan at the top of your lungs because Harry’s so deep you’re afraid you won’t be able to make it down the stairs for breakfast. Every thrust he delivers is sharp, hitting the right spot, including that one delicious spot that has you seeing stars every single time.

“Do it,” You’re caught off guard when his free hand reaches up to squeeze your throat, a choked moan leaving you, hand coming up to hold his wrist. He smirks at the feeling of you throbbing around him, “That feels good, baby? Look at you, my precious little angel likes being choked like a fucking slut,”

You whine in embarrassment and arousal, tummy burning with that familiar feeling of an orgasm. “Please please please, I can’t,” Your pleas are a warning for him, telling him that your climax will not be as quiet as he is expecting; and by this point, Harry’s become so immersed in fucking you, he’s completely ignored the few times your moans have exceeded in volume.

“Yes you can, come on. You’re so close I can feel it, come on baby.” His words of encouragement have you keening, body stiffening before melting against him as you cum, a loud wail leaving your mouth, which is quickly covered by Harry slanting his mouth over yours. He continues to thrust into you, working you through your high as your moans spill into his mouth, the feeling of your pussy fluttering around him causing him to spiral into his high as well.

Harry keeps working the two of you, his hand leaving your throat to cup your face as he continues to sloppily kiss you. “You’re so fucking good, Y/N, so good to me,” He mumbles against your lips. Your hips squirm at the feeling of his cum shooting into you, warm and sticky substance filling you up, sure to be spilling onto the sheets below you, needy whines escaping you. He parts from you, pushing back your hair to look at you as he pushes into you once more.

He releases your leg, leaning down to gently kiss you as your legs wrap around his hips, pushing him deeper into you. He smiles against your lips before pulling back once again, eyes taking in your blissed-out features; your swollen lips, tear dampened cheeks, and the flushed color of your chest, he thinks you’re the epitome of a goddess, bathed in sunlight and sex; he can’t believe he has you all to himself.

“Hi, pretty girl,” His voice is raw but soft, just like his fingertips as they rub gentle circles into your skin. You smile, both in adoration and post-orgasmic bliss, “Hi, pretty boy.”

He kisses you one last time, and when he opens his eyes, a playful glint is in his eyes, “Think it’s time for breakfast, the whole neighborhood might be joining us considering how fucking loud you were,”

You roll your eyes, cursing at him as he laughs, swiftly pulling out and falling to the side with a content sigh. “It wasn’t that good.” It’s a lie, but you confidently say it just to spite him and his egotistic manners. You watch as he raises an eyebrow, glancing over at you before shrugging. “Whatever you say, miss, you feel so fucking good, baby, please, god I can’t,” Your cheeks heat up at the exaggerated sound of your annoying boyfriend mimicking your moans.