A pleasured sigh leaves your mouth just as the headboard slams hard against your wall. Harry was buried deep inside of you, his hand grasping your hair tight, pulling you up and back against his sweaty but sturdy chest. His other hand was squeezing at your hip, making sure to leave crescent shaped marks there for you to see in the morning. It was a scene straight out of a porno and Harry's ego was bigger than ever. Extremely pleased by seeing you panting and practically crying from how good he was pounding into you.
With every upwards thrust from Harry, your eyes only rolled further back into your head. "Fuck baby, love having you like this" he growls into your ear, breath hot against your sweaty neck and you had to grab onto his hair to keep you somewhat grounded, you were basically seeing stars from how good Harry's hard cock was fucking in and out of you making you feel every ridge and vein of it.
"Right there Har, right there" you whimper as you fall flat onto the bed, completely spent but still wanting Harry to carry on. He pulls up at your hips so that he could fuck you into the bed, doggy style. His angle of thrusts not changing in the slightest so he could keep on plunging his cock into the spongy wet spot deep within your pussy, the spot that had you throwing your head back and curling your toes.
"Like when I fuck you into the mattress baby?" Harry asks as his large hand comes to lay flat on your back allowing him to pound into you harder and faster, his balls hitting against your clit only intensifying the crazy amount of pleasure you were receiving by your lover. All you could do was nod and fist the sheets, squeezing your wet walls down on him making him grin.
Just as he was going to bottom out inside you again after a particularly hard thrust, his phone rings making him growl but only thrust into you hard and rough, he wants to throw his phone against the wall because who the fuck calls someone at 10pm in the night, it doesn't matter that he's a singer or is famous, he still deserve some alone time away from the crazy industry.
"Har, turn it off" you groan, pushing your self back against his thrusts as the phone continues to go off. All you could hear was Harry's ringtone and his phone buzzing ontop of the bedside table.
"For fucks sake" he growls, letting himself fall out of you before reaching over and turning his phone off and putting it on silent but not before declining the call. Harry couldn't even be bothered to read the contact name, wanting nothing more but to get back down to business and pleasure you.
You take the time he's busy turning his phone on silent to quickly reposition yourself so that now you were in missionary. It was one of yours and Harry's favourite position, you both loved how close and intimate it felt and after being away for long periods of time, sometimes it was all you two needed.
Harry soon climbs over you, chuckling before greeting you with a raspy "ello love", you could feel his still hard and now wet cock press against your clit and it makes you jump from how sensitive you felt.
You reply with a quick "hi" your voice hoarse from all the moaning and screaming from your activities and the two of you giggle as you reach upwards to pull Harry into a messy but lustful kiss, his arms cocoon your head whilst he enters you once again and then starts going back at it.
"Whoever's calling, doesn't understand that I'm in the middle of fucking my pretty girl silly. Fuckin' idiots" he growls as he slowly enters you quickly finding a good pace that suits and satisfys the two of yours needs. You roll your eyes at him but also at the pleasure you started to receive already and Harry chuckles before leaving a soft kiss to your nose, it was a complete opposite to how hard and quick his thrusts were but it bought you comfort and was cute.
"Harryy" you drag out, laughing as you playfully hit at his chest. His lips turn up into a smirk and he bites down at your earlobe.
"Don't think I'm fucking you properly, you're still being your bratty self" he growls, hot breath against your skin making you feel goosebumps all over your body. You bite your lips as your hands come to scratch at Harry's back once he starts to fucking into you harder, one of his hands coming down so that his calloused finger could draw tight circles on your clit.
Just as you open your mouth to moan again, your phone is now the one interrupting the two of yours precious alone time. It starts buzzing like crazy and dominating over yours and Harry's pants and moans.
"Jesus fucking Christ. Why won't people leave us alone?" Harry asks, you shrug before pushing Harry off you so that you could answer the phone and finally put a stop to it.
Just as you reach over, Harry tugs the phone out of your smaller hands and he answers it himself, sick and tired of being interrupted from his late night activities.
"Hey y/n, have you heard fro-" He hears, Harry instantly recognises the voice to belong to his band mate and long time best friend, Mitch.
"Mitch? Why are you calling y/n?" Harry asks still panting from what he was doing just seconds prior and you furrow your eyesbrows now wondering the same thing because Mitch hardly called you. Harry puts the phone on speaker and you come up from behind him, sitting up on the bed.
"Harry! Everyone's been calling you. Where have you been?" Mitch asks and before Harry could even answer, Mitch puts two and two together and an exaggerated "oh" leaves his mouth.
"You and y/n have clearly been busy.." Mitch laughs, sounding way too cheery than his usual self and Harry honestly couldn't be bothered anymore, he just wanted to get back to getting you off not having to have a whole conversation with his best friend whilst he was rock hard and his girl was dripping onto the sheets.
"Yeah we have, so leave us alone Mitch" Harry deadpans making you giggle from behind him, you lean up to leave some soft kisses to Harry's neck, knowing just how much that gets him going.
"But listen!" Mitch exclaims making Harry roll his eyes but not from pleasure, this time it was more with annoyance.
"What?"
"You've been nominated for three fuckin Grammys dude! We've all been trying to contact you but couldn't get through"
"Wait what?" Harry asks again, afraid that he heard wrong and you gasp from what you were hearing, tears making their way down your cheeks already. You were so incredibly proud of Harry.
"You're a Grammy nominated artist man!"
"Wait are you for real? Omg"
"Yes, now go get that celebratory sex. I'll let Jeff know that I've updated you" Mitch chuckles making you and Harry laugh and end the call.
Just as that happen, Harry tosses the phone on the bedside table again and picks you up, spinning you around the room, both of you still butt naked. You hold onto him tight as you litter his face with soft kisses, he slowly drops you onto the bed and climbs ontop of you again.
"My Grammy nominated boyfriend, oh my" you say, still in shock and all Harry could do was chuckle otherwise he'd start crying from happiness.
You reach up, tangling your fingers in Harry's wet sticky hair and kiss him passionately, he kisses back with just as much passion and you smile.
"Turn over baby, this is celebratory sex now" you giggle once you pull away and Harry smiles as he turns over, sitting up and leaning against the headboard whilst he pulls you onto his lap.
"We shouldn't have cut those calls" he laughs and you nod before leaning in to leave another kiss on his swollen lips. You lift yourself up and grab ahold of his cock before slowly guiding him into you, a pleasured sigh leaves your mouth and you don't know how many hours you're at it after this but what you do know is that you're definitely going to be sore when you wake up but it's all okay because you were proud of your man and wanted him to know that.
