The day after that, we were a few days away from Harry's concert. I was excited, but I could be more excited. It's my third One Direction concert, so I'm definently not a newbie. I wake up at six in the morning, and change into my bra and underwear that Harry likes, as Harry's asleep next to me still. I go downstairs and remember Harry likes whipped cream, so I spray some on my flat stomach. "Perfect" i whisper to myself, as I hear Harry's groan as he wakes up. I hear a paper rustle, which is the note I left.
*Harry's P.O.V.*
I grab the note, not knowing who it's from, curiously. "Here's you're nineteen gifts for your birthday, xoxo Katie." I smile, as I rip open the cardboard box. It's full of stuff. Rolling Stones albums, taco recipes, photos of my favorite artists, new shirts, new jeans, new converse. But there's only 18 gifts. "Katie there's only eighteen gifts!" I yell, and suddenly I see her at the door. She smirks as I stare at her, my eyes widening.
*Katie's P.O.V.*
I see his eyes widen, and I instantly know this plan will definently work. "Oh baby" he groans, as I walk towards him. He smirks, as I stop and say: "Happy nineteenth birthday, Harry" he grins, and kisses me. His leg is standing in-between both of mine, so my thigh feels his growing bulge. I moan a little, at the feeling of his bulge, but I instantly forget. "Go for it." I whisper into his ear, as he begins to kiss me deeply. Before I know it, our tounges are playing and he's touching every inch of my body. I lay down on the bed, and he hovers over me. He kisses me until he makes his way down to my stomach, and sees the whipped cream. "Mmm, whipped cream. My favorite" he mutters, before he starts licking it off of me. I hold in my laugh, because honestly, it tickled. But I didn't want to ruin the moment. He moans while licking it off of me, but I instantly notice a mistake. When I applied the whipped cream, I put it when I was standing (obviously) but… now it was a few swirls and circles, and then there was a LINE leading down to the top of my underwear. Perfect. He licks it, knowing he's saving the line for last, and stops to kiss me lightly, leaving some whipped cream on my lips. "Go" I whisper, as he licks the last bit off. He pulls my underwear off with his teeth, as I take his shirt off. I fumble to take his jeans off, and he chuckles while helping me. As soon as his jeans and shirt are thrown to the floor, along with my underwear, he makes his way back up to remove my bra. He unhooks it, and it drops to the floor. I smirk at him as he smirks at the sight. He sits up on the bed, and tells me to sit on his lap, but facing him. I listen to him, and I realize why he wanted me to do that. Now my boobs are in his face. He grabs both, and gives them a squeeze as I moan, and pull on his curls a bit. He gets more turned on, and lets go of one as he kisses me deeply while leaving little love bites. I get goose bumps a the feeling, and while he kisses me, he squeezes every now and then. "Harry, I can't take it, I need you in me" I whisper. "Patience, angel." he whispers back. "I'm no angel, baby" I respond, making him smirk. He finally makes me stop waiting, as he sticks two fingers in and starts curling and uncurling them. I moan uncontrollably, before he starts licking me. He licks in long slow strokes, driving me insane. "H-Harry" I whisper breathlessly. "I know I can win Niall." he responds in a teasing voice, as I smile. But my smile is quickly interrupted as he licks circles, making me moan even more. He finally stops, as he looks down at me. "Enjoy that?" he whispers, as I nod weakly. He's got me now. He smirks, and doesn't move. 'H-Harry" I stammer, as I see him take off his boxers. "Oh my-" I whisper as he smirks down at me, and hovers over me again. "P-Please" i whisper, as he slams into me so hard, my eyes shut closed. "Harry!" I yell in a moan, and he keeps going. "Faster" I whisper, as he picks up speed. "Harry I'm gonna c-cum" I moan, as he gives me the okay. "Go" he says, as I empty myself out onto him. He pulls out, and takes a break. About five minutes later, I'm riding him fast. He tilts his head back as he shuts his eyes closed and bites his lip. "M-More" he moans as I go faster in circles. "Katie, you're so damn hot" I never think of myself as hot, but according to him I am.
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The Dumb and The Clueless
RomanceHarry Styles is the bad-boy. Steven is Harry Styles' best friend, also the boyfriend of Harry's secret crush. Katie has no idea about Harry and Steven's rivalry. Will Harry let jealousy get the best of him? Or will Harry get the dream girl?