Ring
Imagine: Harry loves the idea of you wearing one of his rings and makes you promise that you'll never take it off.
Just a little something that has been floating around in my day dreams. Enjoy!
The cool metallic metal weighs heavy on my finger. The weight is foreign yet familiar. Twisting it round and round on my finger my mind dazes off.
"You know that you could have one. That is if- if you really wanted one." He whispers as his eyes drop from my face down to watch his own fingers toy with mine as my fingers play with the ring I stole off his finger just moments before. His coy shy smirk is evident on his face as he tries to hide the blush rushing to his cheeks. Tilting my head down to try and advert his eyes back to mine. Biting my lip to try and hide the smile that is fighting its way onto my cheeks.
"Is that something that you would want?" I whisper as I loosen my grip on his and gently wrap my fingers around his chin, slightly tilting up his face. My eyes search his face for an answer he is too embarrassed or shy to give but clearly noticeable.
"I mean if that's what you would want love. I don't- I don't want to pressure you into anything." He whispers as he finally moves his stare up to search my eyes. The smile breaks through on both of our faces as we just sit and stare at each other for a moment. "H that is not what I asked and you know it," I state as I lean forward causing our faces to get closer. I can feel his slow breaths gently hit me on my chin as our noses barely graze each other. His smile slowly grows even wider as he licks his lips and looks down at my lips.
"Harry do you want me to wear one of your rings?" I ask quietly my lips teasing his. My voice barely over a whisper, "Does the thought of me wearing your ring turn you on? Does it- does it drive you crazy knowing that if I were to wear one of your rings people would know that you," I pause as I slowly lean forward causing him to lean back on the couch. His hands slowly gravitate towards my hips holding me gently as I crawl towards him. Swinging my legs on each side of his. I hover over his body as my eyes never leave his. My fingers bury themselves deep into his locks as they leisurely work their way down to the back of his neck. His eyes close briefly as he leans his head back onto the back of the couch. A low growl leaves his lips as my left hand tightens its grip on his hair and my right makes its way around to grasp his throat. Tightening around his neck I feel the vibrations of his heartbeat on my fingertips. "Own me," I whisper as I sit fully on his lap and lean down so that my lips brush against his ear.
"Do you want to own me, H? Do you want people to know that I am yours and only yours?" I state as I trace his ear with the tip of my tongue before moving my lips down his neck searching for his soft spot. His grip on my hips tightens as he bucks up causing us both to moan out. Squeezing his throat once again I slowly grind down on his growing bulge. "Answer me," I state as I work my lips back up his throat and across his jaw. He clenches his jaw as he swallows before he opens his eyes and quickly flips us over so that he is towering over me. His hips thrust down onto mine. His hands are on either side of my face as he pins me down with his body.
Growling he leans his forehead against mine, "Fuck Y/n please." He whispers as he keeps his hips grinding back and forth slowly and gently teasing the both of us. Moaning against his neck my hands trail up and down his back trying to pull him down closer to my body, my hips buck up in aid with him. "Please what baby?" I whisper as I slide his black t-shirt up slightly wanting to feel his skin against my fingertips. His lips make contact with my neck as he begins his sweet torture of sucking, kissing, and biting all along my neck. His bulge hardens even more against the side of my thigh as he wraps one of his hands around my knee and hitches my leg up around his torso.
"Take one. Anyone that you please, but I swear to bloody hell you will never take it off. Promise me. Promise me that you will never take it off. I want everyone to know that you are mine and I'm am yours. Promise me Y/n." He moans against the skin of my neck as I feel the bruise getting darker.
"One condition," I whisper as my fingers work their way back into his curls. His hips stop as he supports himself above me. "Anything pet," he answers as his fingers gently trace my cheek.
"I want you to pick it out. I want you to choose which ring will claim me." I say as I stare back up into his emerald eyes. The smirk on his face grows even bigger as his head falls down back into my neck. A low growl vibrates it's way out of his mouth.
"Fuck. Get up stairs now. I'm claiming you in every way possible tonight." Harry says as he grabs my waist and leads us both upstairs.