I want you 2 rock me

Harry

Not condoning abuse, and i don't think Harry would do this but i just felt the need to write this.

I was never sure why I stayed by his side, people would always look but they would never ask.

I knew he was guarded, suffering from the same pain he put me through. His father never loved him, constantly hurting him, physically and mentally.Bruises shadowing his hard face..and mirrored my own, never learning that he was inflicting the same venom upon my frame. Harry gave me the same treatment. Sometimes I could swear I saw regret, a sign that he felt guilty for the bruises and cuts across my skin, that he saw the monster reflecting from my eyes.

It never stopped him.

It's as if his fist had a mind of it's own, sending a blow to my face, and my body. I would always watch him with curious eyes, seeing him hunched over glistering at his fist.

Truth was ,he needed me, i was his drug and he was mine. At all times he wanted to know where I was, I was at his disposition. If i was late, he was mad, screaming in my face, telling me that I was wrong and I was the one to blame.

The pathetic thing was that i believed him.

I was the type of person that criticized herself more than others, when someone was offering my a suggestion, I took it too seriously, my walls instantly becoming a barrier.They weren't harmful, I was.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I'm a ghost of my former self. My trembling fingers dance across my skin, tracing the countless bruises that I've attained from the abuse. I stared at myself, my eyes dull, my hair in a messy state around my face. He was the only one who we would take me, this was another of the insurmountable reasons for why i never left.

A warm set of hands lightly covered my own skin, a contrast from my frozen skin. He was fire and I was ice.

We seemed to always clash, but there was always times when we worked in harmony, when his lips would kiss along my collarbone, leaving soft kisses of utter adoration, everything as forgotten.

He enjoyed it when i tugged at his hair, softly pulling at those curls that collected around the nape of his neck.

He moaned on my lips, picking me up abruptly, holding me by my legs and laying me down on his bed. Crawling up to me, he slowly tugged at my legs wrapping them around his waist, kissing up my ankles to my core, his lips parting with each touch. I breathed heavily, needing him, he smiled, knowing his affect, he pulled my panties down, licking his lips.

I sighed when I felt relief, his lips gently frenching my pussy. Instinctively, my hands wrapped themselves in his hair, feeling the pleasure radiate across my body, that's what he did, he made me feel alive, his heat made me feel less cold.

Harry always treated me so tenderly during sex, he was making love to me. Rather than having a taut jaw, his face strained and heated, his lips were open, his eyes a light green compared to the dark ones i was used too.

His large fingers would stroke my breasts, holding my back as he took in his soft lips, smoothing his tongue across my nipple, tugging gently while rubbing my clit in lazy circles.

I would wait, watch him take off his clothes, standing in all his glory, desire would build up inside me. He would always chuckle, noticing the movement between my legs. The deep sound always making my heart flutter.

"Be patient y/n" his lips moved slowly.

He rubbed himself before making his way over to me. He would always bury his lips into my neck when he slowly entered me. The stretch felt amazing, the way his cock always felt so good.

"oh shit" I whimpered, he held on to my hips, thrusting slowly, picking up pace when the lust overtook him.

Intertwining our hands was a silent apology, staring into my eyes as he pounded into me relentlessly, my fingernails scratching down is back in response.

His cock hit my g-spot every perfectly he knew my body and knew how to work it. My mouth opened into an O, his mouth met my open lips, breathing upon my open lips. We both climaxed together feeling the pleasure overtake our bodies.

We would always lay there, pretend everything was absolutely perfect, he would trace my cuts and bruises, kiss them gently.

'"I'm sorry"he apologized, his voice cracking.

"me too"