Harry's hands on her back traveled lower and lower, she loved the way he touched her; so urgently, as if he needed to and would not survive without doing so.
His hands were warm, as was her soft skin. He loved touching her almost as much as she did, he enjoyed the control he possessed, though Y/N never seemed the type to give up control too easily. She knew what she liked and what she wanted— she knew exactly how to get it and she knew she could get it very easily.
But tonight... she was willing to let Harry take over, she couldn't help herself. She described him as something, or someone rather, irresistible. Even if she knew she shouldn't do something, he'd somehow persuade her to do it without even having to persuade her, she was letting him hold a lot of power over her and weirdly, she didn't mind.
Stumbling into Harry's room of his hotel suite, Y/N had already rid her feet off of the uncomfortable yet gorgeous heels Harry had adored. Then she thought that maybe Harry would like to take her in nothing but the heels, but just as that thought crossed her mind, Harry ripped the dress from her, what seemed like, perfect body.
No underwear beneath the material made Harry's skin tingle more than it already was, he couldn't wait to feel her and wondered how in the hell he got so lucky to meet a girl like her.
His lips were on her neck and her hands in his hair, she wanted to speak but had no words to say, similar to him. Only caring about making her feel good as well as himself too, he finally rid of the jeans he wore that night, leaving his shirt half unbuttoned as he kicked the denim aside and off of the bed they'd already ended up on.
"I don't have a condom," he admitted as well as realised.
"Don't need it," she assured him, cheeks pink and breath coming out in short spurts due to all the kissing and anticipation.
Harry licked his lips, glancing down at her face— smooth skin, widened eyes and parted lips. Then, he lightly smirked to himself before telling her to, "Flip over."
"What?" Her eyebrows furrowed when his hands reached out to help her, grabbing on her waist to help her onto all fours.
Her cheeks reddened deeper and heartbeat accelerated; she really would do anything for this man.
She heard Harry groan from behind her at the mere view of her, bending over for him. He hadn't known it for a long time but he loved her bum. It was smooth, cute and begging to be touched continuously, and he did just that, well, a little more than that.
"Fuck," she let out a breath when his right hand met with the flesh of her behind.
Eyes closed in bliss and pain she enjoyed, far more than she thought she would.
"Didn't mention you were into this." His voice was deeper, dripping with arousal and pleasure he'd not even started receiving.
"You didn't ask." She bit back, making him smirk. Same go-to-hell attitude even during sex.
"I'm asking now." He replied, fingers lightly skimming over the skin of her back.
"Spank me again." She requested and honestly, he didn't expect her to say this. The words made him harder than he already was, which was probably impossible but here she was, making it happen.
So, he spanked her again, making her yelp and moan and cry out, until he had enough of the ache down below and without warning, he slowly but surely tucked himself inside of her.
And the moan of surprise and pleasure she'd never felt before was enough to make Harry pick up his pace. He dug his fingers into her skin, thrusting into her hard and fast and it felt good. It felt so good she didn't know how to tell him, she just moaned and moaned until her arms gave out and she angled her ass right up in the air for him to fuck relentlessly.
"Feel so good," Harry told her through all the heavy breathing and whimpering and groaning. He felt like he had to tell her because if he didn't, she'd never know how fucking amazing he felt right now.
"Fuck—it's so fucking good, baby, I could do this all night." She moaned loud at that, it was either that or the particularly hard thrust he'd just given her.
"Please," she whimpered. "Please do, you're making me feel so—ooh." One of his hands had traveled between her legs and brushed over her sensitive clit.
Again and again and again until she couldn't take it anymore. "Oh, fuck, Harry— Harry!"
Her fingers tightly gripped the sheets as her body shook and she became a moaning mess, making Harry no less of such as he came inside her.
"Good girl, good girl, fuuuuuuck," he drew out the last word in a long moan, Y/N knees ready to give out as Harry pulled out of her.
Heavy breathing echoing through the room as Harry collapsed beside Y/N, making sure to kiss her parted lips and let her know, "That was so good— it was...fuck, I think-I think I might be hard again." She laughed at his words but gazed down and it was safe to say that he wasn't soft.
"I don't do round two's, loverboy." She smirked at him, head lifting only for a second to lay it upon his chest, before she drifted off to sleep, and soon so did Harry.
It was true, she didn't do round two's, just like she didn't stay for long after fucking. If you fucked her, you weren't going to see her the morning after and Harry was a prime witness of that because the next morning, when he awoke, the only thing he had left of her was the lipstick on the glass.
Her, nowhere to be found.
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sorry for the wait
-vix
