Love Me // H.S

Chapter 16

⚠️ WARNING: Smut, skip it if you want ⚠️

"Harry! Harry! Wake up!" Anna yells in a whisper, shaking his shoulder.

Suddenly, Harry's eyes open and he's looking right into the very hazel eyes he was just dreaming about.

"Harry, you were groaning in your sleep, I thought it was another nightmare so I woke you up." Anna says, moving his hair out of his face for him.

"Uh, uhm sorry. It wasn't a nightmare." He stammers. Right as the words leave his mouth, something hard presses against Anna's thigh. Realization crosses her face, her eyes wide with surprise.

Harry's eyes grow wide. "Oh god I'm sorry." He says before rushing out of bed to the bathroom and slamming the door.

Anna jumps at the sound of the door slamming. She feels bad that he's so embarrassed about something so natural. So she gets up and walks over to the bathroom door, resting her head on it as she knocks.

After several knocks, he still won't answer. Anna being determined, reaches her hand up and grabs the little key from her door frame and unlocks the door, slowly pushing it open and stepping inside to find Harry with his hands gripping the counter while he looks down at the floor, breathing heavily.

He doesn't acknowledge that she has come in, he stays exactly how he was.

"Hey, do you want to talk about it? It's okay, really. You can't control your dreams." She says, closing the door behind her.

He still doesn't say anything as Anna approaches him further.

"Harry, come on. Please don't be so upset. It happens! It's not a big deal. I'm not offended, I completely understand." She explains.

He finally turns around to face her, and his face is in pure agony. "I've been having these dreams about you. For weeks now. I can't get them to stop." He says, looking down at the ground.

"Harry, let me help you." She says, looking down at the uncomfortable looking tent in his sweatpants, her voice cracking at the sight of him in such distress all because of her.

He doesn't say anything as she approaches him slowly. Once she's close enough to touch she reaches for the drawstring on his pants and starts to untie it.

Harry reaches for her hand. "You don't have to do that." He says, but the lust in his voice gives him away. He wants her to do it.

Anna pulls him toward the bathroom door, reaching behind herself and opening it before pulling him in her bedroom. Once she's got him inside she closes the bathroom door, pressing his back against it.

"Let me." Is all she says before she completely unties the string on his pants. She dips her fingers inside the band, eliciting a small whimper from Harry.

She starts to pull them down slowly, letting them pool at his ankles and leaving him standing in only his briefs, his hard length straining against the tight fabric.

A beautiful sight she thought to herself. Finally, she grazes her hand across him through his briefs, causing harry to tilt his head back, hitting it on the door.

Taking that as a sign to keep going, she pulls down the material down allowing him to spring free.

He's big. She knew he'd be. He was achingly hard and so sensitive that the slightest touch had him whimpering.

"Anna." He said, his pained voice causing her to look up at him.

"Shh, I'll take care of it." She says before sliding down to her knees before him.