Leigharry Fluff/Smut One Shots

10. "Temporary Fix." (Smut)

"We can roll in the darkness
Let me touch you where your heart aches
And if you're feeling the weakness
Well, I told you, baby, that you can call me."

3rd Person:

"Took you long enough." she hissed smashing her lips into Harry's pulling a growl from his chest. Leigh and Harry had a certain mutual agreement, that when either of the two needed sex, they'd call each other because frankly the sex they had was the best both of them had ever experienced. "Sorry doll, I couldn't get out of that fucking meeting fast enough." he grunted against her lips not wanting to miss an inch of them. His hands rubbed up and down Leigh's body as her hands tugged at his business suit. "Why is it always so hard to take these damn things of?" Leigh pouted pulling away from Harry's pink lips and unbuttoning his jacket. He laughed at her struggle before he took control and unbuttoned them himself. Her lip popped out in disappointment before Harry pecked them and her cheeks down to her neck. The way his lips lightly pressed against her skin made her giggle. "You're ruining the mood, doll." Harry teased kissing her lips again. Her curly hair brushed against his face as he kissed her cheeks, it was a trait of hers that he loved, right a long with her brown eyes.

She pulled him further into her her apartment making sure to keep her lips on his. Down the hallways and to the left they walked until the two of them were flat on the bed, Harry hovering over her. "I've been waiting for this all week." Harry groaned tugging at her grayish fitted crop top. This probably was his favorite day of the week, seeing her like this, all vulnerable and submissive. "Fuck. Has it been a week already?" there was a smirk pulling at her lips as she sassed him. Harry laughed deeply before he ducked down, catching Leigh's bottom lip between his, making her whimper. She loved his laugh, even if it was him laughing at her. She was well aware that her and Harry were strictly friends with benefits but she couldn't help but feel her heart flutter when he laughed or when even smiled. Harry sometimes felt that same way but with him having a high demand job, there was no time for anything more than what they had already. Hell, even sex once a week seemed to be burdened by his work schedule, though he'd never let anything take moments like these away even if the meant once a week turned into once a month.

"Take these off, yeah?" he whispered over her skin, sliding his hands down to the waist band of her shorts, popping them against her hip. She was eager, her hands quickly moving to the same spot as Harry's and pulling down the tight fitted shorts. With her top and bottom's off, it was Harry's turn. Her fingers worked the fabric from around each button exposing his tattooed chest. Leigh bit her lip, running her hand down his smooth skin. She lead her fingers down the bumpy area of his abs that led down to his black pants finally pulling the button from between the fabric and unzipping them. "You're skin is so smooth." she whispered continuing to rub up and down his torso. Harry's hands gripped Leigh's skin, tugging softly.

Her skin felt like clay in his hands like he was molding a piece of art, though Leigh-Anne was a work of art already and as far as he knew it belonged in hands worthy of touching it. He guided his hands up her hips to her tucked waist and up to her breasts, cupping them. Leigh's head fell back as his strong hands worked over her body, she loved it, every aspect of it. "Take me to my bed, I'm tired of standing." Leigh pretty much begged wrapping her arms tightly around Harry's neck feeling his hands release her tits and fall to her hips again. She hopped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. "You're so eager today." Harry smirked walking towards her bed. "It has been a full week since the last time. I'm desperate." she sasses back knowing he couldn't argue with that statement. By the way he was handling her, she also knew he was just as desperate as she was.

Harry tossed Leigh onto the large, king sized bed watching as she adjusts her arms underneath her. "Did you forget something?" he teased looking down at his still clothed lower half. Leigh laughed out loud, how was he able to make her feel this way? She crawled over to him grasping onto the button of his tight black slacks. Unbuttoned and unzipped, the pants still didn't fall, they were pressed against his skin. Leigh tucked her hands into them feeling the fabric of his boxer briefs, pulling the unwanted pants down to his knees, he could do the rest. Harry became impatient, his manhood was aching, he was internally yelling at himself for teasing Leigh-Anne when he knew damn well he wanted this just as bad as she did. He tugged his boxer briefs, pushing them down with his pants and kicking them off. His cock was aligned with Leigh's lips, she smirked up at him taking him into her hands. Her hands worked up and down his length pulling out the first moan of the night from his pink lips.

Leigh pressed kisses up and down his length before finally taking him onto her mouth. "Shit." Harry sighed, hands falling into her hair. The thickness of her hair felt amazing between his fingers. Her head bobbed up and down bringing Harry's orgasm closer and closer, but Harry didn't want to cum just yet. "Okay, okay. That's enough." he whispered causing Leigh-Anne to stop what she was doing. "Lay back for me." Harry smirked looking down at Leigh.

Harry's mouth watered at the sight of her, laying there ready for him. A smirk slid across his face as his hands gripped Leigh's knees pushing them separate ways. Leigh-Anne's eyes locked with his as his face dipped lower and lower to where she needed him most. Her hands fell onto his head, caressing his brown curls before he even touched her. His breath falling on to her skin alone could cause a mind blowing orgasm.

His touch was like fire on her skin as his hands traveled from her knees to her inner thighs, pressing them down to the bed. "Relax doll." Harry mumbled feeling her legs go limp and fall to the bed. His mouth still salivating as he pressed a soft kiss to her womanhood. His tongue slide slowly up to her clit where he felt her breath hitch. The grip on his hair getting tighter as his mouth worked against her body. "Oh my god." she whimpered shutting her eyes tight.

"I think I'm about to come Harry." her voice was horse, she could barely speak while her orgasm built up to the point where she couldn't hold it any longer. Her legs sprang from the beg, wrapping loosely around Harry's neck as the pleasure flowed from head to toe."You taste so good." Harry growled, climbing up from between Leigh's legs and pressing his lips harshly to hers.

"Fuck." Leigh-Anne hissed as Harry slid into her. Her hands gripped his shoulders, and her nails piercing his skin. Harry was pretty big, compared to others she's been with and every time they were together, it was like the first. To be honest, Harry and Leigh-Anne's first time was one of a kind. It didn't compare to any other experiences for neither of them. "How come sex with you is always so different?" Harry didn't understand what it was about Leigh-Anne that brought him back every time, and made him stay. He didn't want a relationship to come out of this but maybe he did? And maybe that's the main reason for him coming back every week.

His strokes were long and deep, hitting Leigh's spot every single time. "Jesus Christ, Harry." she whimpered, pulling Harry closer to her as he plowed harder into her. Her face buried in the crook of his neck feeling her release pooling. Harry's grunts, and breath against her skin didn't help either. "I don't know what it is about you Leigh, but fucking hell." He grunted against her skin pulling goosebumps all over. In this moment, right now, Harry felt something different. It wasn't the same feeling as usual, his heart was in this one. Maybe it had always been but he had finally realized how he felt about Leigh-Anne. Why her smile made him feel warm on the inside, and why her laugh caused butterflies to burst out of his stomach and fly freely through out his body. His strokes got stiff as he felt his climax nearing, and Leigh watched how his face scrunched together. How his eyebrows met at the middle of his face from the muscles contracting so hard.

Leigh-Anne was close herself, the burning in her abdomen signaled it. "Harry, I'm close." she whispered bringing her arms from around his neck and pushing her hands into his hair. "Me too doll." he continuously rammed into her, his climax at the brim. Both of them out of breath as they released.

"Fuck.." Harry sighed as he fell on top of Leigh's sweaty body. "Leigh-Anne, I don't know what it is about you but you make me want to try something new." Harry said taking a leap of faith. She seemed to take it well because she smiled at him, a wide smile that made Harry feel warm inside. "I'm up for something new."