[h.s] smut collection

Study.

In which Harry finally convinces you to sit on his face.

It should be a punishable crime how quickly Harry can turn you on.

It couldn't have been longer than ten minutes since the two of you had stumbled through the door from your date, giggling at something you couldn't remember even if you cared to try, and yet he's already kissed your lips cherry red and swollen, stripped the both of you down to your underwear, and has you soaking wet and ready for him.

You wiggle your body on top of him, slow and sultry, dragging your skin and your hips over his the way you know he likes, relishing in the groan he lets out. Harry's huge hands engulf your breasts and wrench out a high pitched whine from you when they squeeze and knead at you. He takes advantage when you throw your head back in pleasure, lifting his head to attack your neck with his tongue and teeth.

"Baby, I wanna taste you." His voice is even deeper than normal, a rumble you feel in your stomach and in the core of you, and you writhe over his clothed cock at the sound of it and the erotic promise of his words.

"Harry, yes..." Reluctant to leave his warmth and touch, you climb off him to lie on your back for him, but as you scoot up to make yourself comfortable among the pillows, you notice Harry isn't getting himself into proper position. Instead, he's watching you, propped up on one elbow and rubbing one long finger over his plush bottom lip. He cuts a striking figure, stretched along the bed like a cat, all that smooth, tanned skin and prominent ink on display while his cock is hard and outlined through the tight material of his boxers. The look in his eyes has you trembling, and you have to stop yourself from just grabbing at him.

"Why aren't you coming over here?" Your voice is breathless and a little whiny, and Harry's answering grin spreads slow over his face like syrup, and you start to hear warning bells in your head.

"'Cause I want you to come over here." He reaches out and takes your hand, kissing it sweetly before pulling you to him. You're confused but your body gravitates to him like a magnet, so you follow his lead until you're on your side and pressed up against his body again, feeling his breath and his heat and his heartbeat vividly as his arm sweeps broadly over you to seek out spots that make you gasp. "Want you to sit on my face."

Even though it's not the first time he's asked this of you, you still recoil a bit, something he seemed to be prepared for as his arms tighten around you.

"Harry, I don't know..."

"C'mon, kitten," he's playing dirty now, whispering low into your ear and groping freely at your ass while he pulls you to him until you're pressed flush against him with your leg draped over his hip. "I want you to ride my face, don't you know how sexy that'll be? Sitting over me while I lick into you, mmm...." his words end in a moan when you lick your way into his mouth, rutting shamelessly against his crotch while his words paint deliciously filthy images in your head. His hips buck back against yours, you feel how hard he is, the swollen head of him and the small damp patch where his pre-cum leaked its way through the fabric. You're so conflicted; the thought of hovering over him like that makes you feel so exposed it makes you shudder, but Harry's got your body lit on fire like a match, he's sucking on your lips and tongue like he does your clit, searching your mouth with his tongue like he would your pussy and you're throbbing so hard you just can't take it.

"Okay. Alright. Yes. Okay." You pull away from him, spouting agreements while barely being able to breathe, and his grin is so triumphant you almost want to hit him upside his head. Harry immediately arranges himself on his back with his head inches from the headboard, and his eyes never leave your body as he helps you maneuver out of your now soaked panties. His eyes zero in onto your pussy as it comes into view and he immediately licks his lips, his hands glide up your thighs and wrap securely around your hips.