"Look so fucking good, wanted me to fuck you like this, didn't you? That's why you wore this outfit, like the little slut you are."
She teases him, hands clutching his hips over the fabric of his black and pink skirt, fishnets on his legs but ripped only on his ass, to allow her to fuck him properly. He's a mess, face flushed, eyes watering and lips swollen, his moans are desperate and hands are squeezing the sheets.
"Yes! Fuck! Always a slut for you, don't stop!" He whines out, eyes rolling back as she fucks him hard, hand leaving his hip to slap his ass which has him groaning loudly and fucking himself back on her strap on.
"That's it baby, fuck yourself on my cock. So fucking desperate." She moans softly, watching as he moves his hips back, moans loud, whines mixing in when he hits his prostate.
"You should wear this stuff more often, maybe I should make you wear a skirt at all times around the house, hmm? Would you do that?" She asks, scratching up and down his bare back as she moves her hips to meet his.
"Yes! Do it for you, do anything for you. Please, need it hard." He slurs out, begging for more as Y/N smiles pulling her hips back.
"Don't worry baby, we're just getting started."
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The Vault |H.S|
Fanfiction*CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT* Just a book filled with Harry blurbs & one shots from my tumblr! Includes: Smut, Fluff & Angst.
