PARTY UP THE STREET - HARRY STYLES (AU)

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9 p m

"Fuck." I cry as Harry sinks himself into me, the cock ring wrapped tight around the base of his red, throbbing cock.

"Shit. Shit." He was breathing uncontrollably, the vibrating sending him crazy. Harry was shy when it came to putting the cock ring on him. He asked 'will you still feel good?', in which I laughed and replied that I'd feel good even just by watching him reach his high.

Harry had locked the door before we got started, laying a pillow down at the bottom of the door and saying something about it blocking the noise out. We had showered and spoke about random things - but then I couldn't wait any longer.

"Harry, oh my god." My legs wrap around his back, shaking from the already intense pleasure. He lays on top of me, his face in my neck and his hands gripping my thighs as they squeezed his side.

"Fuck, Phoebe. I-I can't-" Harry moans as he reaches his climax, his hot cum filling me up.

I giggle, grabbing his cheeks and kissing his lips.

"Sorry." He mumbles.

"S'okay. I guess that ones going to take a lot of practice."

•

9 : 3 0 p m

"Right there." I cry, my back arching as Harry pushes the vibrator bullet against my clit.

He bit his lip, switching it to its highest setting and watching me as I shake, grabbing his hair and pulling. He kissed my dripping heat, holding the vibrator where it was.

Harry lapped up my juices and kissed around my thighs, over my stretch marks. "You're so perfect." He mumbles and I smile, throwing my head back. "You're so flawless. I can't describe how you make me feel." I almost couldn't hear Harry through the intense pleasure I was feeling.

"Fuck." I scream out and Harry's hand shoots up to my mouth, covering it. "Sorry. Fuck!" I mumble, bucking my hips and releasing.

He holds the vibrator against me as I came, biting his lip and watching me intently. I knew I was sweaty and probably had pink cheeks, but I seriously didn't care how I looked in front of Harry no more.

I pant as I came down from my high, Harry cleaned up my juices with my tongue, and I flinched every time his tongue bumped my sensitivity.

I let go of the bedsheets I had wrapped around my fist, running it through Harry's hair. I moaned gently, pulling him up to my lips and sucking on his bottom lip.

Harry pushed his lips against mine and grunted, his tongue entering my mouth to be with mine.

My lips were red raw and we were only just getting started.

•

1 0 : 3 0 p m

Me and Harry had been laying for a while, coming down from our highs, before I grabbed the lube.

"Do you wanna try it?" I ask and he bites his lip, his cheeks red. "Please don't be embarrassed." I grab his wrist.

"But if I change my min-"

Scoffing, "Harry I would never force you. If you change your mind, I'll stop. And then I'll continue to fuck you like normal."

"Okay." He whispers and I grin, leaning forward to press my lips against his. Our lips moulded together for a short amount of time, and I felt his shaft grow against my thigh.