Harry Styles Smut

Harry in Bed

I don't think Harry would be loud in bed. I can imagine him arched over you, his head bowed down over yours as he watches your bodies move against each other and he'd occasionally close his eyes in pleasure, his hands holding him up at either side of your head. You watch his torso as he breathes in and out heavily as he pushes himself further into you. He'll let out small breathless whimpers with every thrust and every loving touch that you gave him. And as he neared his climax he'd lower himself down and bury his head into the crook of your neck sucking and planting wet kisses on your collar bone as he pushes his hips into yours as if he can't get close enough to you and you're in so much pleasure that you can't even speak so you just whisper "Harry," and you feel his hot breath fan over your shoulder as he smirks before picking up speed and you can feel the muscles in his legs tense up and his arms shaking in pleasure and you scream out his name and tightly grip onto his back as you writhe under him and he curses before moaning your name. He lets the weight of himself drop on top of you, his head resting on your chest as you both gasp for air, your sweaty bodies sticking to each other as you play with his tangled wet hair and he places limp kisses over your exposed skin and you both lay there in silence recovering, smiling knowing that what you two share and experience together, no one else can have and wHAT THE FUCK WHY HAVE I DONE THIS TO MYSELF