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YOU.

*grabs ur neck*

MY FRIEND.

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SPREAD THE WORD.

I BEG YOU.

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This Was A Direct Attacc

Harry really doesn’t know how long he can take it. It’s getting real difficult being in this position on the sofa for so long, hands around the remote, eyes trained on the game he’s playing while being buried inside his girl. 

She’d come by his flat pressing a fist against her eye, yawning, so how could he say no when she cleared the laptop from his lap and seated herself right on his thigh, head nuzzling between his jaw and shoulder, eyes fluttering closed? How could he say no when she began fingering at the hem of his shirt, nosing against his collarbone, emitting cute sighs and gasps when he’d acknowledge her and press a kiss to her forehead distractedly?

It wasn’t his fault the game was so addicting. He never knew he’d be so into video games at his age even though he’d spent most of his adolescent years in his room stored away, playing these types of games for hours. Could he really be blamed when he spent more than two hour glued to the screen, bottom lip wedged between his teeth, brows furrowed with concentration? He deserved a break, didn’t he? 

But when her hands started pushing his shirt off his torso, it became a little harder to concentrate on the game, missing a few shots he knew he could have succeeded at if she hadn’t been running her hands across his now bare chest, kissing his shoulder a few times. Then, her nimble fingers trailed down to his sweats, rubbing over his thigh gently, placing either one of her legs on each side of his thigh. She rubbed down slightly, enough to make Harry turn his head and whisper, “What are you doin’, button?” and the sound of his voice and the vibrations of his chest nearly made her whimper, but she only shook her sleepy head and sighed, licking her lips and then attaching them back to his neck. 

“Had a bad day?” he asked quietly, nearly jolting off his ass when he finally knocked down the person he’d been trying to shoot at for the past five minutes. 

“No,” she mumbled back, slinking her hand up, simply grazing his bulge. “Boring. Wanna have you inside me.”

He nearly choked on his own saliva at her blunt words, pausing the game momentarily as he glanced down at his pretty girl who looked right back at him with innocent and wide eyes. “Excuse me?”

“Don’t act like you didn’t hear me,” she teased childishly, pinching his cheek between her fingers. “Cutie.”

“You’re being weird,” he noted, darting his tongue out to the side, trying to lick her hand. 

“I’m not. I just…” she sighed, closed her eyes again. “I missed you so much today. You came by so late last night, I was already in bed. And then you left before I woke up.” Her features seemed troubled by remembering this. 

“I’m sorry,” he said with a frown, snaking an arm around her waist, pulling her tighter against him. “Had an early meeting, but I’m home all day now.”

“Yeah. And we’re gonna put it to good use.”

So that’s how they ended up with his girl half asleep on his shoulder, hot breath on his neck, knees on either side of his hips. Her mouth occasionally kisses at his skin, but for the most part, she stays motionless in his arms, a fraction away from dozing off. 

Harry, however, is in a mix of heaven and hell. Normally, these sessions of cockwarming end up with him wiggling himself a couple times inside of her, letting her adjust to his hardness (she loves feeling his bloat up inside of her) and then gently fucking her through an orgasm. But now, he’s mashing his lips together, inhaling deeply and gripping his remote a little tighter to keep the noises inside his own body to not wake her up. She feels so warm and tight. Fuck, she feels like she’s suffocating him and all he can do is swallow his groans and try not to buck his hips. 

The worst part is that he’s balls deep in, and she’s sporting him like a champ, sighing blissfully whenever he looks down at her, and her thumb sometimes absentmindedly brushes against his skin. Everything about their position has made his senses heighten, and every little noise she makes or caress she gives him makes him needier. He feels her around his entire length, different from when they’re cuddling at night or the past times they’ve done this, because normally it’s only the head or half of him. Not to add onto the fact that she was already wet when he pushed himself into her. 

It’s driving him insane.

He doesn’t understand how hot and heart wrenchingly cute she can be when nearly sleep with her boyfriend’s dick in her.

He feels bad for wanting to nudge her awake because he can’t exactly move in any sort of direction without bumping into her. Literally. Eventually, he shuts down the game and leans forward to place the remote on the table. He’s inching towards the table, an arm around her back tightly to make sure she barely feels him moving, but it’s unsuccessful as she releases a breathy moan when he finally reaches the table. 

“Sorry!” he whispers, trying to ignore how the pleasure ran right up his spine as he rubs her back. “Didn’t mean to do that!”

“Sort of impossible to sleep with you stretching me out,” she murmurs back lazily, patting his butterfly assuringly. “Know it must feel weird for you.”

“Not weird,” he manages to get out when she sits up, swirling her hips. “Just overwhelming.”

Harry watches with an endeared expression as she yawns and rubs her eyes, removing any ounce of sleep she once had. His hands are under her shirt, stroken the soft skin of her sides, crawling up until they rest over her breasts. His thumb gently runs over her nipples, enjoying the way she arches her back for him. 

She smiles crookedly at him when she notices his flustered state, softly connecting their lips. Somewhere between the kiss, she pushes herself back down on his cock and this has him grunting into her mouth.

She giggles and says, “Proper warmed you up, haven’t I?”

“Proper,” he groans back when her hands tough his shoulders, raising herself and then dropping back down. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me real good.”

“Fuck you? Should I?” her voice is at his ear, head cocked and teeth nibbling at his neck. “Would you like that?”

“If you don’t, I will.”

She gasps when he grabs her thighs and rams himself in quickly, and she jerks, a cry falling from her mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck quickly. “Harry!”