“There are only two days in the year that nothing can be done. One is called yesterday and the other is called tomorrow, so today is the right day to love, believe, do and mostly live.”
summary: harry and y/n have a quickie after the show
cw: just..the filthiest sex. described in gut wrenching, thigh clenching detail. cause i know y’all like that. mwah.
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She couldn’t take her pants off fast enough. The minute Harry strutted his way through the door with his leather jacket prompted over his shoulder with a smirk etched across his lips and sweat glistening down the side of his face. If it wasn’t for the fact she couldn’t mess his costume up, she would’ve fucked him before the show too.
It had been years since she had last seen him in skinny jeans, even if that phase was over, this particular get up made her want to jump him even more than before. The slacks left mystery, but the jeans were tight enough to show everything she wanted to see.
Y/N was quick to pull him into a hard kiss, to which Harry chuckled low as his foot kicked the door closed from behind him while his body leaned into hers. Her fingers grazed underneath the black tanktop as she pulled his sweaty body to the yellow couch that was about to be loaded up. If the crew knew how much sex they had on this couch since tour started, they wouldn’t dare to touch it.
“Did amazing out there,” Her words were fast and messy with a hot breath following after to catch it, “Looked really good too, looked so—handsome,” She fawned as her fingers curled into the black wig that was attached to his head. Harry hummed against her lips, loving the feeling that she was giving him. She wanted him so bad and Harry was going to give it to her.
“And you?” Harry breathed out as his lips attached to the underside of her jaw while his fingers worked on her pants that were already unbuttoned, “That little devil suit you were wearing earlier with your ass hanging out—“ He growled lowly, lapping up her sweet skin with his tongue while she kicked her pants off. “Should’ve kept it on—should’ve let me fuck the little devil out of you,”
She only changed out of it because she was uncomfortable in it, but given the chance, she was gonna have to save that suit for later whenever they wanted to get a little spicy again. A breathy laugh escaped her as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him on top of her on the yellow couch. Harry was already aching in his pants, and looking down to see her panties—she was absolutely fucking soaked.
His thick ring cladded fingers ran over her arousal through her underwear, swiping it off onto his fingers, “All for me?” He murmured as if she had made him the best dinner, and she twitched as Harry’s tongue flicked and lapped over the wetness on his fingers, “Mmm, best dessert I’ve had in quite a bit,”
She shuddered, “Fuck, Harry,” as his lips taunted around the skin of her thighs, creating clusters of goosebumps while her heart hammered in her chest. Setting a hand on top of his head, his lips attached to her soaked panties and parted them enough that his tongue slid out to start lapping around her clit through the fabric.
“Oh my—“ Y/N whined out, her back arching off the couch, but Harry’s large hands firmly gripped her hips and pushed them back onto the cushions as he shoved his head deeper between her legs while his tongue flicked viciously around her clit, only making her panties more and more soaked with his saliva and her arousal that pooled around her folds.
“Tastes so fucking good,” He grunted out, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Harry had been waiting all night to get off stage just to give her what she wanted; what he wanted. All throughout Watermelon Sugar he was salivating at the thought of her pussy riding his tongue. Getting lost in the moment, his fingers hooked underneath her panties and tore them off of her so hard that it burned her skin when the fabric tore.
“Oh—shit! Harry! My—“ She gasped out, nearly in pain, but she didn’t mind it; she loved the pain and pleasure that mixed when Harry took care of her. But he was quick to kiss where the burn was, then ease down back to her glistening folds.
“Look at you,” He awed as his two fingers lapped up and down her folds carefully, watching her flower open up like it was blooming and that’s when he saw how really wet she was, “My god, you drive me fucking crazy,” Harry said to himself in a whisper before sticking his tongue out to lick up her moisture.
It tasted as sweet as her heart was. She was never bitter, she couldn’t be even if she wanted too. The taste itself made his cock throb and ache, creating suffocation and less room in his pants. With each grunt of his hips, he would moan against her pussy. He needed release so bad, but he couldn’t stop flicking his tongue around her walls, tasting the sweetness she had to offer and the songs she sang beautifully while his lips were wrapped around her swollen nub.
“Nnngghh—“ She whined as her hips pushed further down onto his mouth, he was starting to tease her, and it made her sweat. Her stomach was twisting unbearably while her fingers made indents on the cushions of the couch. He was kitten licking her clit. Over. And over. And over. Slowly, teasingly, carefully; god she felt like she was gonna go over the edge when the tip of his tongue made small, excruciating slow circles around her sweet spot. “Harry! Please! It feels so—“ She nearly choked on her own saliva, gasping for breath, “So fucking good, so fuckin—ah!!”
Harry’s grumbles and grunts became louder as his hips used the cushion to release the ache from his leaky cock. He could feel himself drip with each grind, his cheeks flushed yet red at the same time. God, he wanted to suffocate himself inside of her. That’s when he decided he couldn’t wait. His poor cock needed the attention it deserved. He wanted to feel her soaked walls around his length, wanted to hear her screaming his name in his ear, needed more. More. More.
He ripped himself away from her, his wet lips parted and chin glistening with her arousal as he started darkly down at her. They locked eyes, no words being exchanged as he undid his belt and pulled it from the loops before throwing it to the side onto the floor. Within seconds his pants were down to his knees, he didn’t have the patience to kick them off all the way. His cock sprung out from his tight briefs, her eyes trained on the angry red tip that smeared precum to make it creamy and glisten.
“Hands and knees, now,” He demanded while he fisted his cock with his large hand, and she nodded with a smile on her lips. In one swift motion, she put her ass up in the air with her legs spread wide enough for him to fit between while her back arched beautifully and her face hid into the pillow cushion, “Beautiful arch, good girl,” He grumbled as his hands splayed down her spine carefully, nudging his way between her legs before setting his tip at her entrance.
Her flower opened for him immediately. There was no forced entry, she was open for him and he could barely contain how excited he was. She felt Harry’s tip slap her clit a few times, could feel the veins on his cock graze against her pussy and the trail of precum that left around her. Harry stared down at her full, lush ass as he ground his cock against her pussy over and over again, but that wasn’t enough. The tanktop was only in the way, but he was too impatient to take it off.
Instead he grabbed the the hem of his tanktop and placed the fabric between his teeth to bite down on. Y/N looked back at him, a snarl on his face as his teeth shown through. Her eyes gazed around his body, staring at the glistening abs that were prominent with his motions and his happy trail that started at his belly button and sprinkled down to his pelvic bone till she could no longer see.
“So fucking beautiful,” He mumbled through the tanktop as he aligned his tip at her entrance and carefully slid himself in. Harry couldn’t look at her in the face, even when her brows furrowed and her eyes became so doughy and desperate. All he could stare at was the folds of her pussy that wrapped around his enlarged, veiny angry cock, “Oh my fucking—so good, mmh, honey,” Harry whimpered as he leaned forward and started to thrust in and out of her, not very slow, no, he couldn’t. He had a mission and that was to orgasm quickly. Even if he wanted to make it last, he fucking couldn’t. Her pussy wouldn’t ever allow him.
“You’re so big,” She nearly cried as his tip brushed up against her sweet spot over and over again. Her stomach tightened quickly as Harry fucked up into her rapidly, she could feel his hot breath rush from his nose as he placed his forehead on the back of her head, “Just like that, keep fucking me just like that, please please please—“ She was desperate, so fucking desperate, his cock filled her up just right and it made her thighs shake with each thrust.
A loud grunt escaped Harry’s throat, her moans were only fueling the orgasm that boiled in the deepest pits of him. He let go of the tanktop between his lips while grabbing her hand and interlocking their fingers together then pinned their hands down onto the side of the couch. With his other head, he grabbed her face and pulled her head back to kiss her hard on the mouth.
They ate each others moans together as pleasure filled their bodies in ways they’ve never felt before. Maybe it was the adrenaline. Maybe it was the costumes. Who fucking knew, but the sex they were having was primal and messy and disgusting, and desperate.
Y/N pushed her ass back harder against Harry’s cock, making him seeth into her mouth. Hugs tongue hung out as it lapped around hers carefully while his thrusts started to get harder and faster with each grind. Her moans were like heaven, and he hoped to god that if he died, that was the sound he was met with. She may have dressed as a Devil tonight, but god she was an angel sent from heaven with the way he made him feel.
“Gonna—gonna fuckin’ cum,” Harry growled loudly as his fingers grabbed her cheeks tightly and tilted her head back further, “Open your fucking mouth.”
Her eyes were rolling in the back of her head, unable to keep them open from how hard she was getting fucked. Each thrust, his tip would hit her spot just right; just enough to make tears form in the corners of her eyes. Weakly, she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out because she knew exactly what was going to get Harry off.
And he looked down at her with a delivish, dark look before spitting straight into her mouth, “Swallow, angel, take it all for me—“ He grunted out as he ground his cock all the way into her until he bottomed out in her. She moaned out loudly, slapping the side of the couch as her body lurched forward with pleasure, while swallowing down the spit.
Within seconds, Harry felt himself cumming hard inside of her. The feeling alone was enough to make herself cum, but Harry wasn’t going to let her off that easily. His fingers found themselves under her torso and started to rub her swollen clit quickly.
“Harry! Harr—N-no, yes, fuck!” Her voice was hoarse as her orgasm built and built in her stomach, but even with Harry’s orgasm finishing first, he still fucked his cock up into her until she was a withering, soaked mess underneath him, “It feels—oh! Ah! I—I cant!” She nearly sobbed as her orgasm peaked up on her, her stomach sucking in tightly as she held her breath the minute it punched her in the gut.
“Oh,” Harry whined out, flicking her clit over and over again, “Fuck yeah, get it all over my cock, oh fuck yeah—fuck yeah, fuck—“ He kept thrusting up into her until his cock finally softened, and her cum was dripping down her folds, transferring onto his cock and dripping down to his balls.
She was nearly pleading for mercy when Harry’s fingers worked her clit even after the fact, her body shaking as her face hid into the cushion and whines were escaping past her lips like it was going to save her life, but Harry was selfish and wanted to see her crumble.
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