Hemroid shushing you during a quickie cause you're being too loud NUT
You guys are at Harry’s uncle’s house for a family reunion dinner— one which his family had insisted you come to.
You guys had snuck away while everyone was mingling and chatting about the new Stephen King movie that came out, Harry having gotten a sudden urge to take you then and there.
You weren’t doing much to trigger this type of response from him— simply telling a tale from where your fear of clowns had derived when you were young, making all his cousins laugh lightly as you cracked jokes at your own expense.
And right then, as he stared at you fondly with a small smile on his lips, his cock had given a random, unfortunate twitch. He’d later argue that it was a “love boner” that stemmed from how much he adored you and your silly horror story, but it was most likely do to how plump your lips looked in the muted golden light of the living room and the way your throat looked so pretty and delicate in the rose gold necklace he’d gifted you for your anniversary.
Either way, you’d both ended up in the coat closet, as far away from the thick of the party as possible, with Harry pressing you up against all the jackets and hangers. The coats acted as a sort of padding to muffle the sound of him cramming himself inside you roughly, as well as cushioning for your back as he gifts your clit with harsh rams.
You have your head thrown against the pillowed wall, Harry suckling down your neck eagerly but being careful as to not leave any evident traces of your little encounter. He has one of your legs wrapped around his hip as the other is propped against the floor, aiding in holding you up and keeping his weak knees from giving away.
His nails are digging into the supple skin of your outer thigh as he keeps your leg hiked around him, his other hand pressed against the wall next to your head to maintain stability. He’s panting and whimpering softly against your flushed throat, hair flopping into his eyes as you squeeze his cock. You feel so fucking good around him, all snug and warm and pliant, so ready for him to fuck at any given moment.
And Harry makes sure to tell you.
He whines it lowly into your ear with quivering lips and a raw scrape in his voice, sloppy thrusts speeding up by the minute as he feels his release bubbling in the underside of his swollen balls.
“Fuckin’ hell…Such a tight little thing, aren’t you? My sweet fucking angel, so nice and warm for me, yeah? Taking m’cock like the proper good girl I know you love to be.”
You mewl gently, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth to stifle a moan. Being caught would be a long, painful death full of an embarrassing apology and a walk of shame to the car. So you grind your two front teeth against your swollen mouth and pray for the best.
Harry’s delighting himself with sponging his hot, smooth lips across the underside of your jaw, his sweaty forehead pressed against the structured bone, warm breath washing over your sizzling skin as he releases stuttering gasps and quiet groans, his fingers balling up into a weak fist against the olive-toned wall, nails biting into his palm. He’s barely keeping it together because you feel so damn good all snug over his prick, and the way you’re squeezing your eyes shut and crinkling your face in pleasure is making his ego swell.
“Y’like that, don’t you, baby? Such a dirty little minx for me, hm? Love having me so deep inside you with people just behind that wall, not knowing just how good I’m fucking ruining you.”
Harry gives a particularly hard slam upwards, your tiny whimpers of agreement caressing his pride and sending him into a frenzy.
And that’s when it happens.
You feel his prick nudge a certain place inside you— pressing just between two sensitive walls in the pit of your tummy— and you can’t help the loud yelp that strikes your vocal chords, followed by a shaky whine that flows from your lips without filter.
Harry’s head snaps back from nibbling behind your ear, eyes wide in shocked panic. The large hand that was holding him up against the wall flies to your mouth, damp, clammy palm covering your tingling lips. The loss of support sends both of your bodies teetering to the side, but he manages to recover quickly enough, balancing both of your weights on the limbs you have available.
“Babe!” His whisper is urgent and chastising as he gives you a stern look, rattling his head in a sharp shake.
“‘M…s-sorry…” You mumble into his warm hand, feeling the hot breath of your words condensing against his skin. “You just feel so good, Har.”
Harry’s eyes soften a bit, the corners of his mouth quirking up into a satisfied simper. “Yeah?”
You nod your head rapidly, hips swiveling around his prick as he slowly starts picking up his pace again. “So fucking good, baby.”
“Mmmm…” Harry chuckles deep in his chest to the point where you can feel his laughter vibrating into your own, amused by your neediness. “Well, tell me more. How much do you love it?”
“God, Harry, you know!” You snap, the annoyed edge in your voice muffled by his thick palm. Your hands tighten around his broad shoulders, fingers fisting at the silky material of his black sheer shirt. “You…You know, you dick.”
“Shhhhhh…” Harry murmurs quietly, replacing the center of his hand with his fingers, hooking them inside your mouth to weigh heavy on the dip of your tongue. He gives his eyebrows a quick jerk, signifying for you to start sucking on them.
He tuts against the racing pulse in your neck, pooling wet kisses around the area and blowing over the dampness the action leaves behind, causing your spine to shutter.
“You better hush that pretty mouth, sweetheart, before I shove something in it that most definitely will.”
