“I can't believe you did this!” I screamed at Harry angrily, stomping my foot heavy on the floor.

“Why do you even care? I thought we were over this? You said you don't mind!” he defended himself.

“Well, I thought you would get the hint! Every time you go out with her, all the fans automatically assume you're together! It fucking sucks, Harry!” I argued my case.

“She is just a friend, babe!” he said back.

“I don't know what to believe anymore, honestly! Have you seen the pictures? You're always touching each other!”

“As friends, y/n! I like her as a friend! That does not mean I want to fuck her!” he was getting impatient. Seeing him that aggravated was a new sight, and when I cooled down a bit, it was actually a bit of a turn-on. I took a deep breath and decided to trust him on this one.

“Well... who do you want to fuck, then?” I asked with a serious expression on my face. He stopped wrangling his hands through his hair and looked at me, surprised. He came closer, studying my face.

“You. I only want to fuck you, y/n,” he said with a deep and raspy voice, his face completely sinister.

“Do you, now?” I asked back. “Show me.” We held eye-contact for a few more seconds before his lips came crashing down on mine. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and he carried me over to our bed.

“I only want to fuck the shit out of you, babe. You and only you,” he murmured against my neck. I moaned loudly. He knew exactly what turned me on. He ripped away my shirt and pulled down my yoga pants. Grinning mischievously, he pulled my panties away and inserted two fingers into my already dripping wet pussy. I arched my back and moaned at the touch.

“Oh, Harry, more...” I pleaded and he inserted another finger while his other hand got rid of my bra. He brought his mouth down to lick and bite my nipples, and I had to swallow hard. He knew how to use that mouth of his.

I felt the familiar pressure in my insides built up more and more, and was sure I was about to come when he removed his fingers. I looked up, confused, only to see him standing at the end of the bed, now completely naked. His member was hard and upright, and I quickly scooted closer and cupped him, kneeling on the bed in front of him. I gently slid my nails over his chest while pumping him a few times.

“Would you like me to suck your dick, Harry?” I asked innocently. He nodded heavily. “Well, that's a pity, cause I'm still mad at you. I'm afraid you'll have to earn that first....” I teased. His green eyes clouded over and he was on top of me in an instant.

“And for that little comment, I'll fuck you even harder, you bitch,” he growled dangerously and without warning, entered me. I breathed in loudly and closed my eyes at the pleasant feeling. He began moving immediately, and we were practically moving the bed through the room.

“Oh my god, Harry!” I screamed loudly. “Don't stop! Fuck me harder!” I said and he sped up his movements even more. I couldn't take that much longer...

“Come for me, y/n,” Harry said in a commanding voice and it was all it took to shoot me over the edge. I fell apart underneath him while he reached his peak only seconds later.

Afterwards, we laid in a loving embrace. He was playing with my hair while I rested my head on his chest. Tracing slow circles on my waist, he chuckled to himself. I looked up at him and saw his amused expression.

“What?” I asked sceptically.

“Maybe I should go out with Ellis more often if that always leads to such a phenomenal shag,” he said with a chuckle. I grinned, but my hand wandered down and cupped his exposed member. I squeezed hard and he took in a deep breath.

“I wouldn't test it, Harry. Not if you want to keep your precious dick,” I threatened with a sweet voice. He looked at me for a moment before his face lightened up and he kissed me softly.

“I love you, y/n. It won't happen again,” he said and got up and straddled him, already wet again.

“I love you too, Harry. Now, fuck me again,” I said and he grinned from ear to ear.

“I will. Oh, I will.”

Notes

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