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Emily's *Explicit* Day and Proposal with Harry Styles
Okay, let me admit it. I was drunk last night. But to be honest, I didn’t realize I was until the next morning. So let’s just jump start to that ….
I pressed my face against the soft pillow provided for me. I moved with Harry and his bandmates for 3 months because I wasn’t able to pay the monthly bills, so the landlord kicked me out. And let me tell you something, that son of a bitch will hear from me later and may or may not need a face implant after I’m done with him. The morning sunlight peaked through the curtains as I piled my head under the pillow. There is no way in hell I’m not getting up. I distinctly heard shuffles next to me, probably Harry but I began to regret my thoughts after I heard a gasp and a body collapsing. A tugged my head out of the hole I have created from the pillow and stared to the empty side of the bed to find Harry, shirtless and clearly pissed. “Good Morning, Baby.” I whispered, my voice still filled with gravel, letting him know I’ve just awaken from my slumber. I turned to my side to face him. “So, I talked to Zayn this morning.” He said, his fists trying not to clench together.” I raised a brow at him, unaware of where this was going. “And?” I said, trying to keep the conversation going, as if he stated something stupid which at that moment, I had to agree with. He sat down next to me and clenched his hands into the sheets. “He told me you had a fun night with him last night… Did you two have sex while I was helping Niall around the house? He had surgery last week for damn sakes!” he growled. I don’t really remember anything last night. All I remember is going to the club with the rest of the boys. 4 shots of straight vodka, 2 Pina Coladas, and 2 glasses of whisky later... is completely blank. I think I was dancing with Zayn. Was there grinding action? I don’t even remember. Finally, words spilled through my lips. “No, I didn’t have sex. Me and the rest of the boys just went to the club for some drinks and music.” Harry pounced onto the ground before sprinting himself at me. “Were you my little slut and went to the club with the rest of the boys? Hmm?” He whispered into my ear. My first reaction was to bite my lip, knowing that he was turning me on he continued. “Is Emily a slut? Were you being a hoe for other men?” he continued.
He pulled the blankets back off my upper torso. I stared into Harry’s eyes as I saw his eyes dilate before turning dark, almost unable to see his pupils as they blended together, swirling to mix colors to form black. His body slowly climbed on top of mine, sitting on my hips. “Take your shirt off. Let’s see how much of a slut my little baby is.” He playfully whispered again. I always loved the dominant side of Harry, it always turned me on even more. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and slowly took it off, pausing at my breasts for dramatic pause so Harry could examine them for a minute before slipping it over my head and throwing it across the room. Harry bit his lip before shoving his hands behind my back and pulling me up to unclasp my bra. While his magic hands were at work on my bra, I took this time to reach up to his chin and massage the scruff on his chin and lips. I adjusted my posture to be eye level to him and licked his lip before crashing into his. His hands finally unclasped the bra and let my breasts drop to their comfortable level. He broke the kiss and laid down so his head was level to my breasts. He took his big hands onto my breasts and played with them. Taking his lips to the nipple and gently sucking on the tip before getting intense and massaging. It was difficult to tell if he was trying to turn my on or perform a breast exam. “Look how much of a slut you look,” Harry growled. “Letting me rough-house with your breasts while you lay there and touch my chin.”
Damn, this boy is so fine.
He eventually sat back up to throw his tank top across the room before sliding himself down and slid off my spandex. He laid himself down at the bottom of the bed and began to kiss my inner thigh, slowly moving his way up to my heat, getting closer by the second. First is started off with a few inches.
An inch.
Half an inch.
Centimeters.
Millimeters.
“Oh my god!” I moaned as Harry was beginning to kiss the outer lips, slowly guiding his tongue between my folds. He reached his hand by his nose and began to massage my button. I tried to close my legs to make him stop because I wasn’t used to the feeling. He used his forearms to pull my legs down and secured them with his elbows while his thumb worked his magic. A familiar feeling began to bubble in my stomach. “Harry,” I began. He picked up his head and smiled, “I know, baby. Ride it out.” He whispered. His eyes were no longer dilated, but back to his cute, green eyes. The puppy eyes twinkled in the sunlight with his curly hair ruffled up from all the surprising movements before collapsing back down to be level with my heat. He pushed his head towards it before pushing his tongue between my folds again and teasing my entrance. I needed more of him, I kept trying to push down against him. He plummeted his tongue into me and explored my heat before adding another finger to massage my button. He moved his fingers in a circular motion. The bubbly feeling in my stomach began to intensify. “Har-“ I began. Before I could finish saying his name, the warm feeling inside me vanished and the massage dyed down to nothing. I looked back at him and he was pulling down his shorts and boxers. He let his erection sprung free as it hit his stomach. It was red, plump, and sensitive to the touch. He was about to lay back down on the bed but I dove in front of him. I knelt down to be level with his erection. In a split second, I was licking the tip and rubbing my hands up and down his shaft. I looked back at his puppy dog eyes to find his head pulled back and eyes closed shut. He moved back a little to support himself against the wall, letting his legs move forward to let the task be easier for him. I tried my best to take all of him in my mouth, but it was difficult. I let my fingers dance gently along the length I was unable to grasp onto. Harry grabbed my hair, using his hands and dug the handful of hair tight. He suddenly pulled more of him into my mouth and almost gagged on his length. I could feel him tickle the back of my throat before keeping my head still and thrusting into my mouth. I let my mouth make a tight ‘o’ shape and hallowed my cheeks when I could keep up. “God fucking dammit, Emily.” He was able to say through is clenched teeth. Once he went to pull all the way out and back in, I closed my teeth together so he wouldn’t be able to go back into my throat again. “Emily,” he whined.
I shook my index finger as a rejection. His teeth clenched together once more. “Fine,” he grumbled. He lifted me up and threw me on the bed before climbing back on top of me. Without warning, he pushed the very tip into me before slowly, inch by inch, pushing more and more inside of me as possible. I screamed from a mixture of pain and pleasure. I had to look down to find that he was only half way inside but it felt like he was pushing against my stomach. While all of this was happening, I swear I thought my stomach decided to take gymnastics for a spin. Doing back handsprings, cartwheels, backflips, layouts, anything a damn gymnast can think of. It was like a seizure of many movements, twists, turns, jumps, too many movements at once. I was taken out of my thoughts on my stomach when Harry grunted low. Looking down again, he was fully inside of me. I felt that familiar bubbly feeling in my gut again. But this time, I wanted to impress him. I grabbed his muscular shoulder and pushed him down so he was laying down and I climbed on top. Seeing the view from his angle, the only thing he could do was moan and enjoy the show. I rolled my hips to find different angles that felt comfortable. When I found my g-spot, the only thing I could do was jump and collapse into his stomach. Harry had to take over since I was in shock and thrust upwards. He pulled my shoulders so I was sitting up again and picked up my hips to let go to let myself plop back down to the base of him. When I found find the strength I needed, I took back over and let myself roll my hips once more. The bubbly feeling intensified myself. “Harry,” I warned again. For the second time, responded with a smile and an “I know, baby. Ride it out.”
Finally following his instructions, I rode him out but nothing was happening. Feeling like I needed the help since I was almost falling off the edge was to reach down and massage my clit. Once more. And that was all I needed. Within seconds, I fell over the edge and collapsed myself back on Harry’s shoulder.
He rolled over to his side and I fell on my side as well. He pulled out of me and dragged me back to the pillow. He laid on his side of the bed and played with my hair, giving me a kiss on the bridge of my nose before grabbing my hips to pull me to his chest. I placed my hand on his baby soft-skin and gently rubbed it before drifting back off to sleep.
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Later on that night, Harry took me out for dinner. The dinner was lovely but when my parents walked in, I knew something was up and a few thoughts ran through my head. Dessert ran its way towards us when I saw the word, “Will” written with frosting on top of my slice of chocolate cake. I looked up at Liam with confusion, only to find him standing in front of me, reaching into his pocket. With his free hand, he grabbed my hand and pulled me up. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Harry’s parents walk in recording me. Harry released his other hand to reveal a black velvet box. “Emily, ever since I met you, I knew there was something... about you that would always leave me hanging. Maybe it’s those beautiful eyes of yours, or your flowing hair, maybe the way you pull the shirts over your head in the morning… and not In that way,” he said, before giggling to himself. All of my thoughts were flooded in my head, and the only thing I could do was let a tear drop off my chin and let me hand cover my lips as an expression. “To sum everything up… Emily, Will you marry me?” Those were the words I was waiting for, for the past 3 years. Those amazing 5 words. My name and “Will you marry me.” Unable to find words, I just nodded before throwing my arms around his neck. He grabbed my cheek and pulled in for a kiss. “I love you so much, baby.” He whispered before letting the ring glide easily onto my ring finger.
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