King Of The Jungle III

between lightning and thunder|harry styles.

summary: he’s your best friend’s boyfriend, you have feelings for him, you know the drill.

“In thunderstorms, you count the seconds in between the lightning and thunder, the more you counted the furthest the lightning had struck. 5 seconds equals 1 mile. In matters of the heart, and considering this situation. The more you counted, the closer you were.” 

word count: 7k

pairing: Harry Styles x reader

warnings: alcohol mention, a bit sad, Little Prince, some songs. 

PART TWO: thunderstorms and shooting stars PART THREE: stars and fate

So, here’s my first official Harry Styles one shot (kind of two-part one shot), thanks to @peachybloomss and @laurieteddy for helping me out with beta reading. Yes, there will be part two if you guys want it. I’ll see if you like it, please send feedback, reblog, be kind. 

The rain pattered against the asphalt, now bright and dense, reflecting the tinkling lantern that barely gave an excuse of light to the street. There you were, in that corner, shading the sidewalk with those sneakers that used to be white. You were getting wet, that was an understatement, you  knew you would have a cold the very next day. You clutched your dark blue umbrella as you waited for a miracle.

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horny horny horny thinking about knowing H has to take that pic so you slowly rub your thumb over his slit and jerk him off since the camera can’t see you

You hadn’t been able to keep your hands off him since you both got out of the shower; there’d been too much foreplay within the steamy, dangerously close proximity for you to withhold any longer.

It’d started innocently enough with him helping wash down your back with a sudsy loofah as you massaged shampoo into his sopping curls. He hadn’t meant for it to escalate the way it did— he just wanted it to be a nice couple activity that would help both of you unwind from the recent stressors that had been set on the world’s shoulders.

Harry had pulled you close under the drizzling stream of warm water, working the soapy sponge down the curved line that accentuated the center of your spine, rolling it in lazy circles across the dip of your back. His head had nuzzled into your damp neck, mouth pressing to the mellow pulse, the skin of his lips rubbery and squeaky against your own.

You had squeezed out a decently sized glob of shampoo into the palm of your hand, slowly carding your fingers into his matted ringlets, starting at the nape of his neck and working the product upwards tenderly into his scalp.

The soothing motions of the pads of your digits had made his knees buckle slightly, a gurgley, raw moan elbowing its way out from the back of his throat without his permission. “Fuck, that’s so good, baby.”

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#HendallReunited

prompt: request was to write broad but to write something angsty

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: language, sexual content, angst

Harry always had issues with saying ‘no’ to people. He never quite grew out of his manners even when he should have.

He said ‘yes’ to way too many things- signing autographs for rude fans and paparazzi, and agreed to way too many things Jeff suggested.

Saying yes to everything didn’t make his life any easier is the thing. Especially when it came to his wife. She was usually left with the aftermath of him being too nice.

The media painted Y/N in a negative light occasionally and so did the fans because she would stand up for Harry and not let him say ‘yes’ to every single request.

She would tell disrespectful fans he’s not signing autographs because of the way they were screaming and interrupting his work.

Harry wished he could do it himself - admired that his wife didn’t give a fuck what people thought about her. He cared entirely too much what the world would think.

The couple didn’t fight about much - no, not really. Normal couple stuff for the most part. But this was the exception, this is where Y/N found most of their turmoil.

Every few months it would rear it’s ugly head and they’d find themselves in the same position over and over again.

This time - it was really fucking bad.

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what abt harry cumming inside y/n and then pins her down and fingers the cum back into her 😳

smut and dirty talk below. you’ve been warned :)

send in your concepts

Another moan leaves her mouth as he keeps fucking into her, sweat dripping down his toned chest, all the way down to the trail of dark, coarse hair leading down to his cock and her eyes follow it until Harry growls grabs at her left boob. 

“Fuck, I love this cunt,” he thrusts harder and wipes the sweat off of his forehead as his other hand rubs her nipple, making her moan.

He slaps her boob and it jiggles, then pinches the pebbled nipple between his thumb and index finger. “So fuckin’ hot. Y’look so good under me.”

“Fuck me harder, come on baby fuck me harder,” she lets out another moan and he brings his other hand to the other boob, now squeezing both of them as he keeps fucking into her. 

She feels all warm and snug around him, the room filling with wet sounds as his cock fucks into her wetness, and his balls slap against her bum with every thrust as if they’re composing the dirtiest song. It’s so good and lovely but also hot and filthy. He feels something in his lower stomach and at the tip of his cock and his hold on her tits become tighter.

“’M gonna cum baby, fuck,” he groans and she tries to hold on to his bum with his hands, feeling the muscles tighten with each thrust. 

“Cum inside me,” she whispers, all fucked out, and slaps his bum, making his hips shake and he finally spills inside her. 

As he keeps coming, she feels it inside her, all warm and tingling her insides, and he pulls out, some of his cum spilling out of her. 

“Fuck. Pussy’s lookin’ good, darlin’”

“Yeah?” 

He doesn’t answer though. Instead, he gives her a smirk and swipes a finger over her wet clit, then bringing it into his mouth. “Tastes fuckin’ good too. Gonna keep it in ya, darlin’? Walk around with my cum inside your pretty cunt?”

She nods, feeling too fucked to answer and he sniffs, bringing his index and middle finger together and pushes his cum back into her hole, making her moan as she brings her own hand down to hold his wrist, in hopes that he’ll keep his fingers inside her. 

“There we go. Hold it in or I’ll tie you up and walk you around the house like a fuckin’ dog, understand?”

“Love, please.”

“Harry! There is absolutely no way that I’m going to get caught by one of your family members having sex in the car.”

“Please darling, I need you.”

“Baby,” she turns towards him, stroking his cheek gently, “we can’t. Imagine your mum walks by, or ROBIN!” she says, shocking even herself with the mention of that possibility.

“We’ll be quiet, yeah? I promise.”

She sighs up at him, “Harry…”

“Y/N…” he looks over at her, eyes pleading.

She shuts her eyes, taking a deep breath.

“Okay, fine, hurry up and pull down your pants,” she exhales, climbing over the centre console separating the two.

His face lights up instantly, dimples digging into his cheeks as he quickly works on his zipper.

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a/n: i didn’t have anything else to post so here’s a mini-blurb from my drafts :)

Requests List

All requested writing (mostly blurb length) listed here! Also found under the “request: filled” tag. * demarcates smut.

001. Camping

002. Listen to Me

005. Love Him More

007. Promise Forever

009. Camping in the Rain*

010. Not Today

011. Too Much*

012. Silence*

013. Missing Kisses

015. Hot and Cold*

016. KISS for Styles*

017. The Last One

018. Reward

019. Not Fake*

020. You Wanker

022. Public (and Private) Displays of Affection

023. Time and Pride

024.Do You One Better

025. The Interview

026. Bottled Dressing

027. Call or….

028. Work Life and Home Life

029. Protect

030. Worth It

031. Kicks

032. Fight Me*

033. Under Their Noses

034. Mumma

035. Camping Indoors*

036. Hair or No Hair

037. Help*

038. Mother’s Day

039. Mrs. Styles*

040. A Harry Girl

041. Man in Uniform*

042. You’re Pregnant, Love*

043. He’s a Dead Man*

044. Tell Me, Darling*

045. Make You Feel Better*

046. Important or Summat*

047. A Few Extras

049. Morning Sickness

050. My Girl, My Boy 

051. Safety in His Embrace

052.Soft Kisses

053. Know You*

054. Or Summat*

056. Primal*

057. Safe Word

058. Proud or Summat*

059. Middle of the Night

060. Lions and Vikings and Bears – Oh My!

063. Please Don’t Cry

064. Jet Plane*

065. The Only One

066. Be Right Here

It’s About Balance Sequence Requests

003. More About Jealousy*

004. More About Waiting*

006. More About Trouble

008. More About Mouths*

014. More About Timing*

021. More About Saying Hello*

More About Anniversaries - It’s About Balance One Shot*

061. More About Balance*

062. More About Boyfriends

Requests that spun into a lot more…. Oops.

Thirty Minutes and a Lemon Curd*

Three Days and a Lemon Curd* - Thirty Minutes and a Lemon Curd Part 002

Lemon Curds Anytime - Thirty Minutes and a Lemon Curd Part 003*

048. Just Between Us

055. Leather and Cars*

Half request, half me being a weak ass

Still Not Fake*

Rocking the Boat | h.s.

a/n: @harrysbeanie this is your fault. you reblogged a post of those new pics of harry in the boat and your tag was “please fuck me in that boat” and now i can’t stop thinking about it.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, this is my first harry smut so i apologize, i also don’t know boat or camera stuff so idk what i’m calling these different things so…my bad

word count: 2,743

god he’s so hot sorry

anyway please let me know what you think! reblogs are really appreciated! <3

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You and Harry arrived in Italy merely a day ago. You had one night's rest before he had to get up and work again. It seemed like he never stopped. Over the past several months he has been constantly working and you could tell it was taking a toll on him. Slowly but surely. You tried to help as much as you could, being by his side the entire time as a form of comfort and familiarity. It seems as if it worked sometimes, but at the end of the day he dragged his feet to bed more and the dark circles under his eyes turned a deeper color.

You thought Italy would be a good change in scenery. Sure he still had to work, but he was always calmer and happier in Italy.

He had woken you up with kisses on your bare shoulder. The bright golden sun peeking through the curtain even though you had drawn them closed the night before. His fingertips dragged against your warm skin, bringing your body to life as you slowly woke up.

He had a childish little grin as he told you good morning, his dimples digging deeper into his skin, his bubblegum pink lips kissing you on the corner of your mouth. “Ready to go out on the water?” He sleepily slurred, his fingers halting on the underside of your breast, massaging the skin, enticing a moan from your lips.

You answered his question by stretching under the sheets, your arms and legs spread as you woke your body up before lightly kissing his nose and leisurely getting out of bed.

You turned around to glance at him and see him leaning his lead on his tattooed arm, a cheeky smirk playing in his lips, his eyes not so subtly raking across your body, admiring every dip and curve and scar on your body. The sunlight flowing through the curtains makes his hair look shiny, almost like golden thread, and makes his green eyes look like actual emeralds. You envy how effortless he is.

•••

“Harry, wanna take it out for a spin?”

He squints behind his glasses, his ring less fingers playing with the low back of your flowy dress, the chipped nails dragging along the hem, his pinky playing with the zipper.

“Sure” he answered, his hand falling down to your hip and lightly squeezing, grabbing your attention. “Come with me?”

You nod, looking around the wooden dock to see if you need anything. “Need anything, H?”

He slides his phone in the pocket of his brown corduroy shorts before smiling at you. “Just you and my camera.”

You try to hide your blush by leaning down to grab his camera bag from by your feet, your other hand finding his and lacing your fingers together.

You walk to the edge of the dock near where the boat sat. “Let me take that, baby.” Harry bends down to grab the camera bag from your opposite hand and puts it down on the wooden dock. His hand that was intertwined with yours tightens as the other hovers over your back, carefully helping you step into the boat.

You walked along the side to get to the back of the boat, sitting on the white cushions benches lining around the back, your hair free from any clip or hair tie dancing in the italian summer air.

“Okay,” Harry breathed out walking along the same side you did and ducking down to the hooded area to get to the front where the wheel was.

Your eyes were closed when he started up the engine, a small smile appearing on your lips when you heard him whine. “Baby…”

You took that as your cue to move near him, soon staying neck to him as he slowly turned away from the deck, mumbling a small “bye” to the people you left in the deck.

It’s quiet between the two of you as he steers, water droplets softly spraying your chest and face, cooling you down under the warm sun.

You turn to look at him, his eyes trained on the sea before you. He looks so…ethereal. His beauty was indescribable and frustrating at the same time. You couldn’t believe he was real and you got to wake up next to him every day, hopefully for the rest of your life.

“Take a picture, it'll last longer.” He teased, his gaze never turning to you, but you see his lips tug up into a smirk, like he knew what you were thinking and why you were staring at him.

You chuckled softly, looking away for a quick second. “Okay, I will.” You bent down to dig into the bag behind him. carefully taking out his camera and taking the cap off the lens. “Don’t move.” You mumbled as you brought the device up to your face, squinting to see him through the lens, centering the shot so you see the sharpness of his jawline and the dip of his nose.

Click.

While you were admiring him and taking his picture, you didn’t realize how far he had taken you. The dock and buzzing italian plaza seemed like a distant dream, nothing around you but blue oceans.

There was a reason for it.

He stops the engine as you lean down to put the camera back in the bag, zipping it up and nestling it by the corner so it doesn't move much.

When you come back up, his glasses are tangled in his locks, his eyes no longer holding a sense of calmness, but a sense of lust.

You eyed him curiously. “What?” You asked nervously, a breathy chuckle leaving your lips.

“C’mere” He sultry whispered, his arm reaching for you, his middle and ring finger bending, telling you to come closer.

You smiled innocently, though your eyes said the opposite as you shuffled closer to him, your fingers delicately plucking at the button of his shirt.

His eyes roam your face and down to your chest. His tongue glides over his teeth under his closed lips as his eyes stay locked on your cleavage that your dress showed.

“Eyes up here, buddy.” You teased, your arms going to lay over his shoulders, one hand playing with the end of his hair as his arms went around you, keeping you tight against him, feeling a small tent on your thigh.

“Nah” He teased back before slowly leaning down and kissing neck, luring a small moan from you.

He continues to kiss down your neck to the exposed part of your breasts, your breath shallowing the closer he comes to the hem of your dress. But he never gets there. Instead, he comes back up to kiss your lips hungrily, a loud groan coming from him as lips closed on yours.

Your hands move up to the top of his head to tangle your fingers in his hair, the sunglasses falling to the ground. His arms keep you close, lowering down close to your ass as he bends down slightly.

It’s messy and loud. Teeth clashing, tongues dancing and loud moans and guttural groans. Harry bunches up your dress to feel your skin, grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing, making you detach from his lips and gasp.

“Harry…please.” You whimpered as his hands explored your body, his lips leaving yours to nip at your earlobe and neck.

“Please what, baby?” He breathed into your neck. “Want me to fuck you on this boat?” His voice seemed to get impossibly deeper, his hands stopping at the zipper of your dress.

You nod impatiently, your words betraying you as your mouth dries up.

“Words, baby. Need to hear you say it.”

“Please fuck me on this boat.”

In a split second he’s turning you around so you look out into the water, your fingers gripping the glass in front of you to keep you up. You whimper at the loss of his touch, but you hear the rattling of a belt and his rapid movements to push down his shorts before he moves your dress to expose your ass.

His hands move up to the waistband of your underwear agonizingly slowly, you were almost ready to stomp your foot like a child in frustration. He was taking his sweet time.

He curls his slender fingers around the band and drags it down, leaving wet kisses to the new skin exposed to him.

You feel the flimsy material fall slack between your legs, but you don’t have time to step out of them before Harry is touching you.

“God, baby,” he moans, his face pressed against your plump backside as he teases your entrance with his middle finger. “So wet f’’me, I’ve barely touched you, love. You’re gonna feel so warm around me.” You swear you could’ve come right there from just his words.

“Harry!” You whined, moving your hips back and forth to relieve yourself.

“I got you, baby,” His finger moves down to your swollen clit, flicking it back and forth, making you moan. “Wish I could taste ya, but I just want to feel you around my cock.” He backs away from you. You hear him slide his fingers into his mouth, moaning at the taste of you before popping his finger out of his mouth.

You start to whine again, but it turns into a gasp as you feel his length tease your entrance, gathering your arousal.

You forgot how to breathe when he slowly inched inside you, sliding in all the way, his head falling down to rest on your back as he bottoms out.

You bite your lip to try and keep quiet and he notices. “No, no, no. Wanna hear you, baby. Only us out here.”

He doesn’t let you adjust. his hips move in an animalistic pace against your backside, the sounds of skin slapping, loud moaning and water splashing the only things on your mind.

Your breath fogs up the glass in front of you, a mewl leaving your lips every time he hits right there. “Feels so good.” You choke out, his movements never slowing, bringing you closer to the edge.

His hands press down on your hips, surely leaving aching bruises for you to admire later. Then one hand moves in front of you, shuffling under your bunched up dress, dragging down your pelvic bone and connecting to your swollen clit, massaging it steadily. You let out a loud groan, the knot in your stomach tightening as pounds into you hastily. “Har-I’m” You can barely get any words out before you scream, your legs violently shaking as you release around him, your jaw slacking, your eyesight clouding with stars.

He continues to play with your clit as you cum, “Fuck yes, baby. Cum around my cock.” He twitches inside of you, making your thighs flinch around his hand.

You were catching your breath when Harry pulled out of you, your face scrunching up at the sudden absence.

Both of his hands come up to cup your covered chest, bringing your back against his front , his hot breath hitting your ear when he says, “Wanna ride me, love?”

You nod lazily, your head feeling much heavier on your shoulders.

“C’mon.” He huskily whispered, grabbing your hand and bringing you down to the shaded area of the boat, slouching down onto the cream cushioned bench. You wobbly walk behind him, lifting up one leg to straddle him but he pushes you down beside him on the bench.

“Wha-”

“I have to taste you.” He breathed out, holding onto your knees to speed your legs, his mouth immediately diving down to your center, lapping at your juices.

You arch your back, your head leaning back, looking at the clear sky in front of you as your fingers tangle in his hair, keeping him in place.

He licks at your folds and shakes his head, rubbing his nose against your clit rapidly, making you scream. “Harry!”

Your toes curl and your stomach tightens again. Your mouth formed into an O as he sucked on your clit. Then he moved down to dive his tongue inside of you.

Your fingers tighten around his hair as you cum again, your legs wrapping around his back to keep him in place.

He comes back up, face red and slick with your arousal as you try to regain your breath.

He backs away from you and sits back on the seat, his tanned skin flexing under the butterfly tattoo on his chest. His hair is disheveled, strands falling down into his face as he spreads his legs and pats his thigh. “C’mon, love. Wanna see you ride my cock.”

With all of your strength you get up, grabbing onto his shoulder for leverage as you swing your leg to the farthest side of him, your chest in front of his face, his dick shadowing your entrance.

His large hands come down to your ass, holding firmly as he guides you on top of him, feeling his reddening tip glide against you.

You both let out a breath of relief as you sink down onto him, his hair tickling your chest, your fingers digging into his shoulders, making him hiss.

“Oh my god.” You mutter, slowly moving up and down to adjust to the new position, looking down as he disappeared inside of you.

“Taking my cock so well, feels so good.” His hands smooth up your side as and your arms, resting on your shoulders to curl his fingers into the straps of your dress, tugging it down your arms to expose your breasts. He cranes his neck to wrap his lips around your nipple, sucking it into his mouth and pinching in between his teeth.

You throw your head back at his action, bringing your hands up to grip at his short brown locks, your pace on top of him steadying.

“Christ, look at you.” He growled from under you, both of his hands move to your breasts and he tightly squeezes them, making a moan leave your plump lips, your hips moving faster. “That’s it, keep going, love. Can feel you clenching around m-oh!” A choked moan falls from his lips as you change your angle, grinding on him instead of going up and down, your clit massaging against the skin between his two fern tattoos.

“Harry, I’m so close-” you chew on your bottom lip and furrow your eyebrows, your legs becoming weak from the previous pleasure Harry had given you and there’s an ache just behind your thighs.

He watches your face change and takes matters into his own hands, holding onto your hips to stop them from moving and sliding down the couch, planting his feet firmly on the wooden floor and thrusts up into you, his hips meeting yours at a ruthless pace.

You arch your back again as you scream his name and numerous profanities, lust and pleasure hitting you like a wave. His lips attach to one of your nipples, stimulating your orgasm to hit you even harder, if that was even possible.

You fall limply on top of him, his arms coming to wrap around your back, keeping you close. Your cheek is pressed against his shoulders, your arms fallen to the sides as he continues to thrust into you, bringing himself to the brink.

He whimpers in your ear as his thrusts falter, his fingers digging into your sides roughly and fast, short, shaky breaths come out his nose, his release following.

Your arms come up around his neck as he releases into you, your chests rising as you pant, tired from your activities under the bright italian sun and over the clear blue water.

Harry leaves a ginger kiss on your sweaty hairline once you’ve calmed down, his fingers now soothingly scratching the damp skin. “Should probably,” he said hoarsely. He clears his throat and licks his lips before continuing, “should probably get back.”

It takes you a couple seconds to register what he said, but you limply nod your head against his shoulder. You both make no effort to move.

•••

“How was it, H?” Someone asked as they reached out to help the couple off the boat.

“Uh,” Harry dragged out as he set the camera bag down, a playful smirk playing on his lips. “It was good.” He breathily chucked, his eyes trained on you through the sunglasses as he spoke. “Real good.”

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lmk what you think!!! this my first attempt at smut in a long while so please lmk if i did okay! also lmk if you’d like to be added or taken off taglist

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@chillingonlife @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @/letsgoparty-ah-ah-ah-yeah @tom-hollands-wife @acciosiriusblack

Zayn and Harry’s Vocals and Adlibs in You and I (accapella) 

listen with earphones! 

prompt for all the tropes: “did you like last night’s head”

ceorry

yn: 😏

h: yes?

yn: did you enjoy last nights head?

h: don’t fucking tease me at work. you know i did, my heart.

yn: was just thinking about how sore my throat is right now.

h: make it even worse tonight if you don’t cut it out.

yn: you’re so cranky at work

h: do you enjoy being a stay at home mum? i would zip your lips

yn: know another way you could shut me up

h: for fucks sake

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deafrry

yn: hiiii

h: no, you’re rude

yn: 😔

h: can’t believe how spoiled i’ve made you

yn: im not spoiled!

h: i gave you head until you came twice, then you fell asleep without returning the favor

yn: I didn’t know i was required to 🤔

h: dont be a brat

yn: come over to my dorm rn and ill be generous 😋

h: be there in ten

— a few hours later —

yn: how was the head 😉

h: i cant believe you convinced me to eat you out first

h: but it was awesome as always

h: spoiled fucking brat

yn: 👑

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mlbrry

yn: soooo, how was the head last night 👀

h: the best i ever had, you give the best blowies baby

yn: you’ve only had like two other people suck your cock lmao

h: ☹️

h: it was still the best

h: wouldn’t mind another

yn: maybe if you’re lucky ❤️

h: [picture attachment]

* a picture of his bulge, tucked away in athletic shorts*

yn: mouthwatering 💦

h: baby

h: get your ass over to the frat right now

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cheatrry

yn: anna’s bragging that she gave you some great head last night? how was it?

h: cut it out, puppy

yn: I don’t know what you mean

h: you know exactly where my prick was last night, all snug up in you on my lap in my bed, ring a bell?

yn: can’t remember

h: oh, i think you do. you were all squirmy and whiney, crying out my name

h: and how much you love me

…

h: puppy

yn: it’s just annoying

h: just tell me darling

yn: i know, h. not much longer.

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gangrry

h: send me that video from last night

yn: which one?

h: don’t play dumb, the one of you gagging on me

yn: why, was the head good?

h: why do you think i married you?

yn: you can fuck off, now you’re not getting it

h: come on, brat. im just fucking around, married you cause of your tits. now send me the video.

yn: you can sleep at niall’s tonight

Imagine you're riding Harry and when he's cums, his stomach is clenching so hard and his butterfly tattoo is just wiggling on his tummy

So let’s say Harry just got out of the shower.

He comes out with a towel wrapped around his hips, using another one to dry his hair and back. He’s rubbing it over his broad shoulders as he pads barefoot over to his cabinets, digging for a pair of briefs as he scrubs his skin dry. You’re watching from the bed, where you had been watching a rerun episode of Baby Daddy, but Harry’s much more interesting at the moment.

His back muscles flex as he reaches behind him as far as possible, trying to rid his skin of all the wetness, shoulders and arms going taut as he works the linen over his body, tattoos wiggling and stretching along with his movements.

Harry walks over to the edge of the bed, plopping down next to you and you catch a glimpse downwards, the towel around his waist shifting lower on his hips to expose the beginning of his pubes. And he knows exactly what he’s doing, the smug smirk on his ruby lips showing it off perfectly.

He leans forward on his palms, giving you a slow once-over as his hair is damp and matted to his neck, his skin smelling of Tom Ford aftershave and Dove bar soap. “D'you think you can help me dry my hair, pet?”

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