Suicidal (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

I Need You

Harry moved his hands under you shirt. You got the hint and lifted it up. Harry's eyes went big. "Fuck, I want you," he hisses. You grab his shirt and pull it off, moving your hands down his abs. He carries you to your room and lays you down on the bed. He removes your sweatpants. "Seriously y/n, New Orleans Saints. I thought I taught you better. I guess I'm going to have to buy you some GreenBay Packers sweats." "Will you just shut up." you growl, pulling him down on top of you. You roll over so that you are on top, straddling him. You lean over, grabbing his bottom lip between your teeth. You both watch as you pull his lip and let it go. "Fuck," Harry says under his breath, reaching behind you and unsnapping your bra. He rolls you over again, support some of his weight on his elbow.

He grabs one of your breasts, massaging it. You tug at the bottom of his shirt. He gets the clue and pulls it off, over his head. You run your hands down his toned stomach, flipping him over, again. Straddling him again, you lean down and kiss his chest. You feel goosebumps rising on his skin. You love that you have that effect on him. You kiss down his stomach stopping at the top of his jeans. Quickly, you unbutton his jeans sliding them down his legs, leaving him in his Calvin Klein boxer briefs.