You and Harry were on your way to Harry's parent's house for dinner.
Anne absolutely loved you, your company and so did Robin. Gemma was going to be there as well which made you happy, she was so nice.
You were staying over and going home tomorrow morning.
After two hours you finally get there.
"Y/N!" Anne exclaims.
"It's so nice to see you, love." She praises and you smile. You greet Robin and Gemma with Harry doing the same before taking your bags into the guestroom upstairs.
You leaned down to take a small gift you got Anne but as you did you heard Harry groan.
"This is fucking torture," He whines.
"What?" You question.
"That dress and you leaning over, it just takes every bit of me not to fuck you senseless." He explains. You swat his chest to make him be quiet.
Suddenly he pushes you onto the bed and hovers over you making you gasp.
"Harry get off," You beg, whining and pushing at his chest. He does the opposite and rubs himself against you.
"You do realise you're torturing yourself.." You point out. He looks puzzled.
"Because Harry, love. There is no way you're fucking me in this house where your mum, Robin and sister are." You clarify and he smirks.
"We'll see," He continues to rub and you won't deny it, you're turned on.
"Harry, Y/N!" Anne shouts, which means dinner is ready.
"Ha." You tease Harry and you're about to burst into laughter as you see his bulge.
"Now I'm gonna be stuck with a fucking boner for an hour and a half," He groans standing up. An idea strikes you and its your turn to say, "we'll see." and smirk. He sends you a glare but you exit the room and head downstairs. Harry joins you at the table seconds later.
"So Harry, how's one direction?" Anne asks after you all finished eating this means, game on.
You reach your hand under the table and to Harry's jeans, you unzip it there and Harry looks at you shocked but you do nothing else but smirk.
"Erm, it's great, we're great, everything's great," He answers nervously as you take him out of his boxers and jeans through the zipper.
You put your thumb over the tip and Harry hisses. Good.
"How was the where we are tour?" Robin asks, and you start to pump Harry under the table, trying so hard not to laugh as a light moan escapes his lips.
"Er, great yeah, it was lovely, fuck." He grips the corner of the table and Anne looks confused.
"Erm Harry are you okay?" Gemma asks.
"I'm fine, just a bit.. shit, I'm okay." You bite your laughter away but it's creeping in every time Harry grips the table.
You begin to pump harder and Harry swats the glass of water onto the floor by accident.
"Sorry, fuck, sorry. I'll buy you a new one mum." He apologizes and you giggle.
"It's fine, I'll clean it later," She brushes it off.
"Are you sure you're okay?" asks Robin as Harry's eyes close, holy moly this is hilarious.
"I'm fucking brilliant," He trails off opening his eyes, "holy shit, faster," He mutters to you.
"Faster?" Robin asks, "Harry are you okay, son?"
"Yes, fuck, yes I'm good," He trails off again, "so good, so fucking good." You know that he's praising you.
"Do you want some water?" Anne asks he shakes his head no.
"No, I'll be fine I just think.. fuck, shit. I'm gonna come," He moans. Anne's mouth drops to the floor and you nearly choke because of your laughter trying to escape your lips.
"Come, I'm gonna come next week, I'll come next week." He recovers the shock. Hopefully.
Harry's hips start bucking up from the seat as a sign that he's close, he looks at you, "faster, please," He moans quietly,so that only you can hear, hopefully.
You pump faster and watch as Harry's head rolls back, "fuck Y/N." He recovers that by a shout not a moan.
You watch as Anne's face twists in confusion, Gemma's in shock and robin's in.. you don't even know.
"Fuck Y/N, look at the ceiling it's so nice," He recovers that.
"Yeah. I love it," You agree with the lie.
"What was your favourite show of the tour, this year?" Anne asks this time.
"They.. they were all good, so fucking good, harder, shit," He moans.
"They were hard?" Robin asks.
"Yes, fuck yes they were, they were so hard for that person." And here you are getting wetter and wetter.
"I mean, well, I mean," He can't recover that one, you smirk and go faster and harder if that's possible.
"Fuck.. shit, faster, I'm gonna come so hard," He moans and its Anne's turn to drop a glass of water.
"What?" She gasps. Harry can't do anything else but ignore and not care anymore.
"Fuck Y/N, don't stop, shit, faster." He moans and you smile in achievement he's so close.
"Ohh, fuck baby," He moans one last time and that's all it takes. He comes undone under your touch, riding out his high with his eyes shut.
"I'm gonna go," Anne dismisses and Robin follows her, when they're nowhere to be seen Gemma bursts into laughter and so do you.
"I'm gonna have to do that with my boyfriend!" She tries to catch her breath, "that was priceless!" She praises.
"You're gonna be so sorry, baby," Harry says to you and stands up to zip his jeans.
"Right, I'm gonna leave you guys now," Gemma laughs and leaves you two.
"I hate you for that," Harry growls taking your waist.
"You love me," You smirk, proud of yourself, He kisses your forehead.
"Fuck Y/N look at the ceiling it's so nice!" You mock in your best Harry voice and burst into hysterics. Harry rolls his eyes, kisses your cheek and leads you upstairs while you still laugh.
A/N
THAT WAS THE BEST THING I'VE EVER WROTE PHAGAHAH I WAS LAUGHING MYSELF HOLY SHIT I WET MYSELF.
EDIT 17: that was so bad loooordy i apologise
