PARTY UP THE STREET - HARRY STYLES (AU)

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"Um... so.." Harry's finger trails up and down my leg as I lay on his bed.

I text my manager yesterday evening whilst at Harry's to say I was working from home. I had no deadlines, all my work was up to date so I could easily do it this evening or tomorrow morning.

Last night with Harry, we watched films until 3am, chatting shit about random things and getting to know each other more. I had changed out of my clothes and into one of Harry's band tees.

"Mm?" I look to Harry.

"I really want to try," he coughs, "try something with you?"

"What?" I furrow my eyebrows.

He swallows. "A sex position." He says quickly and a smile grows on my face.

I pinch his cheeks in my hand and his lips pout. I kiss them, before looking into his eyes.

"You're so cute. What do you want to try?"

"I mean, there's so many I want to try. But this one in particular sounds fun... um, y'know...69?"

I bite my lip and giggle. "Yes."

"You know it? Or you want to do it?" He asks.

"Both." I lean back and pull my t shirt over my head, dropping it off the bed. His eyes turn hungry in seconds. "Baby boy thinks we both deserve a treat?" I straddle him and his eyes close, head falling back. I kiss his neck, nipping and sucking on his collarbones, creating bruises. I bit my lip, this is something I hadn't done on Harry yet. I left marks on his collarbones, travelling up his neck to his earlobe where I also left a small mark.

"Pretty, I need you." Harry's hands tighten around my waist. I peel his t shirt off his body, throwing it to join mine and run my hands over his chest. "Pretty... pretty please?"

I nod, pushing him down so he was flat on the bed, climbing off him and pulling his shorts down his legs, his boxers also.

Only white panties on, I proceed to take them off, flicking them off the bed.

"Such a good boy waiting for me." I kiss him and he moans out, hand reaching to grab my neck, the other on my waist.

"Phoebe." He grunts in the kiss. "Want to taste your pussy, please."

Our lips pop as we pull apart and I swing my leg over his torso. He grabs the top of my thighs and pulls me up his body, so that I was in level with those plump lips of his.

"Fuck." He cries, thrusting his hips.

"Patience, baby. You really need to learn that." I taunt, kissing his inner thighs.

Harry grabs my thighs, nails digging into my skin and I know for sure they'll leave marks.

But I didn't care, because I know for sure that I won't let Jack touch me this way again.

Harry licks from my clit up to my slit, taking all my juices onto his tongue. "Someone's been eating their fruit. Even sweeter today." His breath was warm against my heat and I whimper.