Harry Smuts

The Dry Humpty Dumpty

Dedicated to smackinharrysbum because I love her lots and shes helped this story grow a lot x

credits: literallyharryaf on tumblr

Warnings: Sexual Content and explicit language

"Y/N" Harry whines, walking into the bedroom where you're studying. You know that tone of voice. He wants you but you're not in the mood.

"Not now, H. I've got to study for midterm." You barely spare him a look.

"Pretty please." He asks, leaning in his hands to kiss your neck. You push him away and give him a stern look. But he's relentless. "How about a little over the clothes stuff?" You roll your eyes at what he's implying and continue to flick through your notes.

Well you try to at least. Harry's big hands swipe your notes to the floor and push you down on the bed, wiggling between your legs. You groan, frustrated at him as he presses sloppy kisses against your neck.

You're just about to push him off when his hips slowly start to move against yours, the friction making you second guess your decision to study all night.

Whimpers fall from his lips and he takes a tight hold on your hips to keep them in place while he rubs your c.lit with his thrusts and every now and then digging his hips into yours, causing a heavy ball of need to form in your stomach.

Harry kisses your lips and cheek; your jaw and neck, whines and whimpers falling from his lips. You wrap your legs around his hips so he has better access.

He starts rolling his hips into yours, focusing a little more on your needs. His jeans are digging into your thin legging, making your eyes roll back into your head.

"More," He begs, as you start to move your hips with his, finding angle, any speed to make you both come.

He finds himself picturing you on your hands and knees in front of him, sucking his c.ock and taking him down your throat like the good girl he knows you're not. He imagines your lips sucking on his tip and your tongue licking up his cum.

Harry's arms give out and he lies completely on top of you, burying his face into your neck. He kisses and sucks your skin and you arch into him. Your hands find his hips and hold on for dear life. He's moving hard and fast and desperate. "Please," he whispers, moving his hips in a circular motion over your c.lit. You cry out and press yourself against him, wanting more.

He gives you a sharp thrust and you lose it, shaking against him while he continuously bucks against you, searching for his own high. He presses his lips onto yours as loud moans fall from your lips. He swallows every sound.

When you come down he's quick to flip you onto your hands and knees, reconnecting your hips to his as soon as possible. Now that you can solely focus on Harry you push your bum against him and he groans, imagining he pudding into your wet and dripping pu$$y. Harry pictures you in this position, naked, with your legs spread wide, tight sopping hole on display. He starts to whine, begging you, pleading with you to make him cum.

You wiggle your bum against his shaft and he whimpers, his high getting closer. He imagines you c.umming around his length, coating his c.ock in your slit. He imagines the space he has to buck into tightening by the second.

Harry holds your hips squarely against his, moving his clothed crotch in any and every way. With a few more good thrusts and thoughts of you covered in him he comes against your bum, moving his hips through his high.

He falls back against the bed, landing on a few of your notes, grinning like a goddamn idiot. You fall forward and curse at yourself for letting this horny bastard distract you from your work.

A/N

Sorry for the grammar errors and shortness x

- Monica Rae