You had been horny all day and your boyfriend had been paying too much attention to his games to notice your needs. Granted, you had left him alone despite being desperate for attention so he didn’t know but you were still very much frustrated. You were trying to let time pass and for the burning in your stomach to go away but it kept building every fraction of a movement you made.
So that’s how you found yourself walking to Harry’s room and interrupting his yelling at the screen. “Oi what the fuck are you doin’! Y’re a fuckin’ idiot, Niall!” He yelled as his fingers moved rapidly across the gaming counsel. And people wondered how a “nerd” like Harry provided such pleasure to you.
You leaned over his chair and started sucking on his neck as he jumped, looking at you for a split second before returning to his game. “Hey, lovie, what’d you need?”
You heard feedback come from his headset after what he said, most likely your brother scolding Harry about being corny with you. “’m horny,” you whined.
“Lemme finish this game, alright?” He said softly. “Zayn, piss off!” He shouted with a small chuckle as you ignored his request and walked around his chair. You took off his headset and his eyes widened once you straddled his lap.
“Gotta ride you now,” you mumbled with a pout and he sighed. You raised yourself enough to tug down his sweatpants and boxers so his semi-hard cock was exposed. His arms wrapped around you with his controller in front as he tried to continue playing.
You stroked him rapidly to harden him up and it didn’t take long for precum to leak from his tip and him to become hard. You placed your hand on his shoulder as you moved your shorts and underwear aside and sunk down on him with a long moan. “Shhh, lovie. Don’t want my mic pickin’ y’re beautiful moans up,” Harry whispered and you nodded while beginning to bounce up and down on him.
“You feel s’good,” you slurred into his neck and he grunted. You tugged on his hair and moaned again despite his warning from before.
“Tha’s it jus’ like that,” he praised and you whimpered while moving faster.
“Harry!” An Irish voice said from Harry’s headset. You two ignored it and Harry threw his controller aside and grabbed your hips instead.
“Shit y’re so big. I’ve been so horny all day,” you said and he groaned as a reply.
“You gotta come to me. I’ll always help yeh,” he hissed as his chair began making noises of protest against how violent of movements you were making.
“Harry!” Another voice, this one English, shouted.
“Fuck ‘m gonna cum, lovie,” Harry panted and you agreed.
“Harry! What the fuck are yeh doing?”
“Pay attention! Y’re gettin’ killed you donut!”
“Harry!”
“Fuck ‘m comin’,” Harry announced and both of you moaned as you reached your highs. He came inside of you while you trembled over him.
“Shit,” you shook and he gently pulled out of you and pushed some hair strands away from your sweaty face. He kissed your lips but your moment was interrupted by four voices screaming at Harry from his headset.
You got off him as you tried to keep your legs from wobbling as he picked up his headset and leaned into his mic. “Sorry, lads, I was fuckin’ my girl and ‘m gonna hav’ to sign off early,” Zayn’s thunderous yells could be heard until Harry shut down his game with a smirk.
“He’s gonna kill you,” you said and he shrugged, making his way back over to you.
