Imagine Harry and you are in London at Harry's place. Outside, the rain pours down in buckets, tapping against the roof and windows. It's one of those days where there's nothing to do except sit inside and wait out the weather. You're cuddled next to Harry watching tv in your pajamas and he's in a t shirt and sweatpants. Your head rests on his chest as his arm holds you close to him.
"I think I'm going to make some hot cocoa.." You inform him and stand from the couch. "Want a cup?" You ask him before leaving the room.
"Sure. But hurry up before I get cold without you." He whines and you roll your eyes with a smile covering your face. You head straight to the cupboard and find the cocoa mix and extra marshmallows. Then you heat up two cups of milk in large, hand painted mugs. As you wait for the microwave to beep, a crack of thunder is heard from outside.
Finally the milk is heated and you stir in the cocoa and marshmallows. Then you make your way back into the living area. Just as you're setting down the mugs, a loud crack of thunder rattles, causing you to jump and spill a bit of cocoa on yourself.
"Shit." You whisper and look down to inspect the mess. A splatter of cocoa rests on your top and you sigh. Harry shrugs at you.
"Just take it off, I'll take mine off too." He adds a smirk. You pull off your shirt and throw it at him, the both of you chuckling as he places his shirt on the floor with yours. "Come here." He motions and you crawl back next to him. He reaches for the blanket on the chair near you and wraps it around the both of you. You nuzzle close to him and listen to the rain hitting the window, and distant rumbles of thunder.
He rubs his hand over your nearly bare back as you run yours on his chest. You trace over his dove tattoos as he looks down inspecting your actions. You smile and slide your hand further down.
"And what do you think your doing?" He hums, with that damn smirk plastered on his face.
"Nothing." You reply innocently. Your fingers reach the band of his boxers and you trace circles into his hip. He kisses your forehead gently.
You let your hand explore further down the cotton boxers until you feel him beneath your finger tip. He intakes a breath, hardening as you rub your hand against him.
He lifts you up on top of his stomach and sits up against the back of the couch. You straddle him and continue your attack as he sucks on your neck. Soon your lips are connected and your breathing picks up. Soft moans leave your lips and you feel moisture pooling through the fabric of his boxers as you rub your fingers around him. Your other arm is wrapped around his neck and your fingers tugging at his curls.
He moans as you go faster against him, his head rolling back as warm liquid wet his boxers even more.
"Holy shit." He curses, as a bead of sweat rolls down his forehead. "That was fucking amazing." He kisses your cheek. Did he just cum that fast?
"Do you like having your hair pulled?" You joke.
"Only by you." He states.
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