i belong to you

*4* lt

the sweat dripping down my back is making the shirt cling to me more than i want it to. it's becoming uncomfortable, suffocating and like i'm drowning. i quickly pull it off and look down. my favorite face to see, harry, is right under me looking like a beautiful writhing mess.

his flush cheeks and high pitched whines just add to the sensation of me pounding into him. a small string of light and airy 'ugh ugh ugh's' come from his perfect plump lips as he inches closer to the head board.

the tight heat around me is getting hotter and tighter as the seconds go by but before anything can happen hands fly into my hair and pull me down. i'm caught off guard by the actions but reciprocate them quickly. his lips slot together perfectly with mine, like puzzle pieces. right as i'm about to slip my tongue past his pink lips a ringtone goes off.

i separate from harry and look around trying to find the source of the noise but when i look back down harry is gone. then i notice i'm not even looking at the bed i'm looking up at the ceiling.

i can tell by the aching in my lower areas that it was all nothing. no sex with harry, no kissing with harry, no nothing! i look towards my bedside table and see my phone illuminated. without even thinking i pick it up and say, "harry?"

"nah mate you wish though." zayn. the bastard ruined my amazing dream so i gave it to him straight.

"yes i do wish it was harry the person i was just kissing and fucking in my amazing dream, not a stupid bradford bastard who ruined that perfect dream for me and has now left me with a hard on that hurts so much i could scream!"

"jeez mate sorry about that but i need to talk to you. can i come over?"

"only if i get to riddle you with my harry problems."

"sounds good be over in 20"

"make it 30 i need to wank you bitch." beep beep beep. guess he ended it, but that doesn't matter he's still coming over. it's not that i hate him but he always seems to be the one cock blocking me from my dreams of harry.

30 minutes and a good wank later the rev of a bike fills my ears and that's how i know the bradford bitch is here. "zayn great to see ya mate,come inside?"

"of course loueh i came here to talk anyways."

"shut up and get inside before i smack your ass."

"save that kinky shit for harry. i don't like that."

"he doesn't either." i mumble under my breath. harry is literally a pure angel. he has no kinks at all and i want to cry. i feel so kinky and dirty next to him. it's embarrassing; but the worst one is probably the daddy kink or the pain kink. if i ever saw the day where harry and his sinfully pink lips were shouting out "daddy" as i pounded into him, i'd die and i'd die happy. i can just imagine him being my good little boy and letting me spank him until his ass is red and hot with my hand prints scattered across it.

i'm brought out of my thoughts by a finger snapping in my face.

"loueh, stop imagining harry begging for your dick or whatever, i don't want to be here when you have to wank."

"fine, whatever. what did you want to talk to me about again?" i noticed a slight blush on his cheeks. "does the big bad bradford boy have a crushie!?" he whines and buries his face in his hands.

"no."

"yes."

"no."

"no."

"yes. wait what!? no!"

"yes i knew i could get it out of you"

"you sly bastard."

"ok now tell me all about them." yes i said them. little zaynie here is pan and doesn't really care if its lady bits or manly bits he cares about the inside bits. he proceeds to go on about an irish lad he's seen in the halls and talked to a few times. i think his name is ...niall? it sounds familiar but i can't put my finger on it. it's whatever; we go on talking about niall, my hard on eventually goes away and harry isn't mentioned once in the next 3 hours much to my dismay.

-hi, no one is going to read this probably but i found it and figured i'll publish it and see what happens lol. maybe i'll write another chapter since i can't sleep but idk. we'll figure it out