[h.s] smut collection

Purple Pants.

Those purple pants from the Garage show ... they look so good on Harry.

And, of course, he knows how you feel about them. He wears them because he knows they drive you crazy.

It's purely torture to watch him in his element up onstage, putting on a show for everyone and making painfully intense eye contact with you during it.

The entire time, you're fighting your mind to pay attention to Harry's performance and not how wonderful he looks ... how incredible he would feel ... how you absolutely needed him and you needed him now.

Once he thanked his crowd endlessly, he made his way backstage where the two of you met up. Courage and adrenaline were making it hard to focus on anything but the aching feeling you felt in your stomach. His eyes were glowing with post-show energy and he was obviously feeling on top of the world too.

You'd decided before the secret show that the two of you wanted to go out for drinks to celebrate with a few friends and that you'd meet them there. It seemed like an eternity passed by before Harry was ready to leave the small venue.

He led you out to the car where the two of you finally got to talk about the night. He'd barely started to speak when you stepped forward and grabbed his cheeks, pulling him in for a deep kiss. He immediately followed your lead and moaned as you took his hair, disheveled from the show, in your hands and tugged slightly. You could hardly keep up with each other, almost forgetting to breathe because the need for something was so intense.

Before things got out of hand while the two of you were simply standing in plain sight by his car, he pulled away and led you to the backseat of the car, swinging the door open and sweeping you up smoothly.

"Needy huh, pet?" he chuckled, a smirk painted on his face.

"You looked so good up there tonight, it was hard to keep it together for this long, Daddy," you purred, wanting to feel him his touch and have his lips back on yours.

The mention of that name was enough to light a fire inside of him. He was sitting on the leather seats as you straddled his lap, a position you often found yourself in. It didn't take you long to find a rhythm, him being grabby as ever and you becoming more and more aware of how much you needed friction.

Harry knew how to solve this, especially because the two of you were supposed to be meeting friends in a mere few minutes. He pulled up the end of your dress to reveal your hips, one of his favorite parts about you. They were an anchor to grab onto while he was between your thighs, holding you down; they were a way to tease you, dragging his fingers around the skin and watching goosebumps follow in their path; they were something he could hold onto to keep your close and to show others that you were his.

He moved you over to one of his legs, rather than to his ever-hardening bulge that was extremely obvious in the shiny purple material.

"Kitten," he whispered in your ear, hair standing up on your neck as he did, "we don't have time to properly shag, so this'll have to do,"

You hardly had time to respond, as he took your hips in his hands and slowly helped you grind forward and backward, hardly breathing as you did so.

"That's it, make yourself feel better," his voice was egging you on, "let Daddy help you feel better."

You couldn't help but moan and cry out, this was exactly what you needed. You leaned up against his shoulders and pushed down, hoping it would bring relief faster. He could tell you were getting restless, anxious almost.

"Tell Daddy what you need, petal," Harry moaned in your ear.

"Touch me, I need to cum, I need it so bad," you cried out, "Please, Daddy, please, please, please,"

He didn't even have to make you beg because the pure desperation in your voice was enough to almost bring him over the edge. His hand dipped down to rub out small circles over your panties, changing tempo every so often.

You were getting close and your hearing began to fade, Harry's encouragements in your ear slowly becoming less and less audible, the need to finish taking away from all of your senses.

"Oh fuck, Daddy!" you cried out, again and again, "Don't stop, please please please,"

Your orgasm hit you like a wall, so much so that you could hardly catch your breath. You were whimpering as you still slowly ground out the last of it on his thigh, now clearly a different shade of purple. Once your breathing was back to normal, you sat up a little straighter, wiped a stray tear out of your eye, and looked at Harry.

He looked at you like he was looking at an angel - he was speechless. You took him out of his trance with a sweet kiss. He smirked, "Feeling better?"

"Mmmhmm, that was lovely," you sighed, and then noticed the very obvious bulge, straining through the flowy fabric of his pants. "Oh, Harry, we need to take care of you."

"Love," he started, voice faltering when you stroked him through his pants, "We have people to meet, things to do-"

His voice raised up a few notes when you did it again, this time with more pressure.

"Are you sure we couldn't be a few minutes late?" you teased, "Can I make you feel better, Daddy?"

He threw his head back ad groaned, "You're going to ruin me, pet."

"That's the plan," it was your turn to smirk, "Let's take care of you now."

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