champagne problems: short story [h.s.]

05 - picture in your wallet*

"my picture in your wallet"

February 2015

Light kisses from a pair of soft lips against his neck cause him to hum to himself in his half asleep state.

If someone would have told Harry that he would be waking up on his birthday with the most gorgeous girl in his bed, pressing up against him and showering him in kisses, he would have laughed in their face. Harry hasn't been this happy in a long time. Wisteria has been the one to make him feel this way.

His heart pounds at the mere mention of her name. He gets dizzy when he listens to her sweet laugh. And his dick gets hard whenever his eyes land on the soft skin of her thighs, can't help to think about how they feel when they wrap around his waist when he either roughly or slowly fucks into her.

Yes, they've finally had sex. After their sloppy and horny makeout on Halloween, Harry could tell that Wisteria was itching to finally have sex with him. And there was no way he was going to deny his girl an orgasm.

"Happy birthday baby." Her angel like voice whispers into his ear, pulling his earlobe in between her teeth, before sucking harshly on his sweet spot, earning herself a moan from him. "I have a present for you."

Harry and Wisteria were both beyond glad that they had Harry's dorm room to themselves last night and this morning.

Niall opting to stay out with the girl he's been seeing for a little bit now. Harry had no idea who this mystery girl was, but he has picked up on how happy Niall has been lately and that's all he can really ask for for his best friend.

"Mhmm," he hums back, his eyes staying closed as her kisses travel from neck down to his bare chest. Leaving a trail of kisses and marks as she makes her way down, stopping at his hips.

The fern tattoos that she loves so much making her mouth water, and her pussy to clench. Planting her lips right over his left hip and sucking and running her tongue over the tattooed skin.

She hooks her finger into the band of both his sweatpants and boxers, pulling them down his thighs to reveal the morning wood he woke up with as it rests against his abdomen. Tip red, swollen and leaking pre-cum.

Her touch is feather light, trailing a finger up and down his hard length before she wraps her fist around him and gives him a few tugs. A hiss escaping his lips as Harry's eyes finally open, in time to watch Wisteria lean down and put his tip into her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue. Pleasure coursing through his body as he watches her go down on him in one of his baggy shirts that nearly swallows her whole. The sight alone makes him twitch in her mouth.

A minx you are, my devotion.

"Oh, fuck," Harry moans. She takes him further into her mouth, hallowing her cheeks out as she begins to quickly bob her head up and down. "Wis, baby just like that."

She doesn't let up on her movements, wanting to get all the way to the edge and then be the one to push him off. She likes that she gets to be the one to do this. She doesn't even like to think about him being with anyone else.

She picks her head up to his tip, sucking and swirling her tongue again, earning herself a hoarse 's-shit,' from Harry.

"I'm gonna-" His words come to halt when his body stills and he shoots down her throat. White hot pleasure taking over his body. Wisteria taking everything he gives, sucking him dry of every last drop. Stars dancing around his head.

When he's done, and his body relaxes against the comforter of his bed, Wisteria pops off his dick, letting is rest against his stomach and bringing his boxers and pants back up. She shifts herself from between his legs to straddling Harry waists, wiping her mouth. She smiles down at him with lips red and swollen.