The Vow || Harry Styles

Chapter 14: Pictures

*very short smut* lmfao

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Chapter 14: Pictures

"Mmmm," I moaned as he started kissing my neck. My head tilted up as more moans slipped out of my mouth. "You feel so fucking good." My legs squeezed tighter around his waist as my hands trailed along his back to clutch onto his short hair. He made a particular hard, deep thrust that hit the perfect spot inside of me. I pulled on his hair as more cusses flowed out of my mouth.

"You're so fucking hot, Ben. Ughh, you feel amazing—shit!" He groaned out when I buckled my hips up to meet his thrusts. "I'm not gonna last long. I'm almost there."

"Me too, Harry."

His lips met mine in a heated kiss. He continued his deep thrusts, each one sending shockwaves throughout my body. More moans slipped out of our mouths, each one getting louder and louder as Harry quickened the speed of his thrusts. Harry pulled away from the kiss, both of us staring deep into each other's eyes as we finally hit our highs. I watched as Harry's eyes squeezed shut, his mouth opening out to let out a deep, guttural groan.

"Ugh, Benny!"

A gasp left my mouth as I bolted awake in a cold sweat. I found myself panting so hard with my eyes opened wide in complete and utter horror.

"Ben, are you okay?" Julia asked beside me. I shook my head and continued gasping for air. I closed my eyes to try to calm myself down, but images of Harry above me quickly resurfaced back to my brain. I immediately opened my eyes again. I was fucking panicking. "What's happening? Did you have a nightmare?" I turned my head to look at Julia who had a concerned expression on her face.

"No, I had a nightmare yesterday. I think this was so much worse." I covered my face in embarrassment.

"What do you mea—ohhh. Is this what I think it is?" I nodded my head. "Oh my fucking God, Bentley Richardson! Did you just have a fucking wet dream with Harry?"

"I did." I honestly felt like crying. I had so many conflicting emotions in my brain and I didn't know what to think of them.

"Did he do you good?" She asked in a teasing manner as she nudged my arm. Her question only made the images reappear once more, which made me feel very hot and flustered.

"So good," I admitted. I looked at Julia with agony written across my blushed face.

"Awww, babe," she gave me a pout and wrapped her arms around me.

"I know, I'm fucking pathetic. Playing that Who'd You Rather game while drunk was a horrible idea."

Julia chuckled. "Probably. But don't beat yourself up about it, it's okay. It's good to have fantasies, right?" I knew what she was trying to make me feel better and I really appreciated her for that, but her words didn't help at all. I let out a long sigh.

"There's nothing wrong with fantasies, but having them about my engaged best friend is probably just a tad wrong."

"Ahhh... okay maybe a tiny bit," she agreed as she held her index finger and thumb a few millimetres apart. "Aside from that smoking hot sex dream," I rolled my eyes and gave her a nudge with my elbow, "are you feeling hungover?"

"Surprisingly, no."

"Same," she smiled. "Good thing we ate a lot and drank a lot of water while watching Black Panther." 

I nodded my head in agreement. "Yeah, thank goodness for that. Or I would be feeling even more shit right now," I chuckled. "So what do you want for breakfast? Eggs? Pancakes?"