I Won't Hurt You (Harry Styles) ***DIRTY***

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Just a warning, this one's a dirty one ;) If you find it uncomfortable, you can always skip this. No big deal haha (:

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                “Catch me if you can, Harry!”

                “Oh, I will, (Y/N).”

                I burst into the door of the house, with Harry hot on my heels. I shrieked when his fingers skimmed my side and picked up my speed, racing down the halls. But if course, I knew I couldn’t outrun him for long.

                Soon, he caught up to me, his hands closing around my waist, and pushed me against the walls of the hallway.

                He pinned my shoulders back and smirked, panting hard. He leaned forward, his curls tickling my cheek, and brought his lips close to my ear.

                “Gotcha,” he whispered breathily.

                He brought his face back to mine, looking into my eyes. I just noticed how close we were; my chest was lightly touching his, our legs just millimeters apart. I brought my gaze back up to his.

                In a snap, I felt something change in the atmosphere. It seemed like there was electricity pulsing between the two of us, flashing around us, bringing us closer together, even though that seemed impossible judging by our intimacy already. Harry must have sensed it, too, by the way his eyes morphed into a darker shade of emerald and filled with lust.

                My pulse immediately spiked up as his head drifted to mine, lips brushing my own. I gulped, the air around us feeling like it just went up 10 degrees.

                I could hear Harry’s breathing become heavy, letting out his breaths in big pants, matching my own quick rhythm. What was happening?

                Before I knew it, Harry’s mouth was against mine, kissing me hard. I brought my hand up and tangled it in his curls, pulling them in a way I knew Harry loved. He sharply sucked in a breath, and pushed his lips forward to deepen the kiss, cupping my cheek with one large hand.

                He abruptly broke us apart and leaned his forehead against mine, both of us breathing hard. In one swift movement, he pressed his crotch against my thigh, and I felt the prominent bulge against my leg.

                “That’s how much I want you,” he whispered.

                The insides of my belly clenched deliciously at his seductive tone, heat pooling rapidly right down… there.

                I gasped breathily, and Harry kissed me again, pressing every inch of his body to mine. I could still feel the pressure of his length against my leg, growing harder by the second. I didn’t know what he was doing to me, but I liked it.

                We broke apart and Harry grabbed my hand.

                “Do you want to do this?” he said to me, voice low.

                I nodded, and he dragged me into his bedroom, shutting the door.

                He turned around, back against the door, and faced me, licking his lips.

                Oh my.

                “Come,” he said, gesturing with his hand.

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