𝕊𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤: More in-depth version of what kind of a freak Hyugo is and can be.
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ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖: ℙ𝕃𝔼𝔸𝕊𝔼 ℝ𝔼𝔸𝔻: surprisingly, many people have wanted me to write this for Hyugo so... imma just leave this here...
Here we are, once again, with Hyugo Sugimoto. I stand by what I said before, he's a desperate man for attention. Does it matter what kind of attention? Not to this man. As long as it's from you, the kind of attention doesn't matter. Whatever keeps your eyes on him.
𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤 ~
Sure, we've already had this conversation before. But this is where we get more detailed, more into what his kinks are and how many he has. Well, honestly, he has too many to count, but let's just start with at least the top five he gives off.
ℙ𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜 - This is the TOP kink he has, no doubt. I mean, who doesn't want to be praised for doing something good? This guy does for sure.
It can be ranged however you want it to range out. Could be from when he brings you something you asked for because you felt a little too lazy to get up, playfully saying "Aw, what a good boy, Hyugo~" while gently patting his cheek, your voice joking and playful. But to him? He takes it, stores it in his mind, replays it when he wants. Or maybe when he's on his knees to you, his hands on your feet and calves, giving you a gentle massage because you bribed him with food, and he hits that one spot that makes you moan from the pressure he gives.
"Right there... that's so good.. hm.~"
He notices, his eyes watching your facial expressions. Watching the way you bite your lower lip, when you close your eyes for a moment, your head rolling to the side a little, the way you seem to ever so slightly lean into his touch. He notices all of it. Drinks it in, indulges in it.
Your moans are praises to him, it lets him know how good he's doing, how good he's making you feel just by his hands.
Yet it's never enough for him.
ℙ𝕖𝕥 ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪 - Now, in this sense, pet play for Hyugo and Sol are completely different. Hyugo isn't the type to act like a rabid dog just to tap that ass. No. That's more Sol's thing.
But being man-handled and somewhat feeling a little "owned"? Now we're talking.
Hyugo (in my opinion) is a switch, but he leans more into the sub role rather than the dom role. Not that he doesn't like it, trust me, he does. But sometimes he just wants to be babied. Pampered. Guided. Praised.
He wants your attention, yes, but he wants much more than that. He wants to feel your nails digging into him, your teeth in his skin, your hot breath in his ear, whispering and telling him how much his cock and hands and mouth makes you feel good, how much you want him. How much you need him.
Marking his skin with your nails and teeth, guiding his touch to where you want it, it's more than just the pleasure. It's the marking, the owning, the branding. And he'll gladly show off the marks you leave on him, he'll wear it like a medal, high and proud.
𝕋𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ℂ𝕝𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 - There's something arousing about someone wearing skin-tight clothing. It didn't matter the context of it. It could be at the gym, going out to the club, or even just being around the house. If Hyugo sees you in something remotely tight or revealing on you, he's gonna pounce when you don't even know it.
You could be just wearing a tank top that's just a little too tight around the breast area, jean shorts that are a little short, your bra strap threatening to fall off your shoulder. And you're just in the kitchen, minding your own business, making yourself some tea before you go out with a few friends. And then Hyugo comes in, holding up a video came he just purchased for the both of you to play, only to stop mid-sentence, his footsteps halting at the sight of you.
And when you turn around to question what happened, it's game over. He's dragging you into your bedroom without hesitation.
𝔽𝕠𝕠𝕕 ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪 - Hyugo is a biggy. A big back that seems to never gain any weight despite how much he eats. He's a foodie is basically what I'm saying.
So, it's safe to say that in some situations, food and condiments can come in handy. Mostly something sweet, like syrup or whipped cream, nothing spicy, because he doesn't like spicy and that shit will HURT if it ends up in the wrong place.
It doesn't matter if it's on you or him, the thought of licking or being licked up from whatever you two use. It's a big turn on for him.
Hyugo's preferred food? Ice cream. It's sweet, sticky, and really cold if he gets too impatient to let it melt a bit. If it's him doing it to you, he wouldn't bother using a spoon. He'll use his hands like a mad man or pour little at a time on your body if the ice cream does melt.
He'll make sure to get it everywhere too. On your face, your chest, in between your breast, including your stomach and thighs. Especially your breast and your pussy. He'll happily lick every part of you the ice cream gets into. Onto, I mean.
𝕆𝕣𝕘𝕒𝕤𝕞 𝔻𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕒𝕝 - Last but very certainly not least, his last kink that seems to fit him well. Orgasm denial. This one is more of a power dynamic, and I use this term very loosely for Hyugo.
Being denied of something when you're so close to it can be exhilarating to a point. Do it for too long, then it doesn't become fun anymore.
But seeing Hyugo begging to cum, his eyes filled with frustrated tears when you pull your hand away from his aching cock? That's a new mental picture to keep.
Just imagine it: you're leaning over to him on the couch, your lips just a breath away from his, your hand firmly gripping him as you stroked his cock, making him feel every part of your hand, his tip wet and glistening with his precum. He's moaning, panting, whimpering against your mouth.
You could feel his hips pushing slightly upwards into your hand, needing more of your touch, desperate to feel you squeeze him again. You know he's close, the way his stomach was clenching ever so slightly, the way his breath his becoming ragged and his moan higher pitched.
And just when he's about to burst, you tore your hand away from him, no longer touching him, no longer giving him the pleasure he so craves. And he notices it fast, almost immediately.
His hand shoots out, grabbing your arm tightly but not painfully, making you look at him. Was it a bad idea to look at his face? Most definitely.
His baby blue eyes were watery, tears threatening to spill out, his chest rising and falling quickly, his body trembling with longing and desperate need. His baby face really comes in handy for this opportunity.
"D-Don't do that," He panted out, trying to pull your hand back to his cock. "Please... Touch me. I-I need you, your warmth, please.." He leans in closer, an attempt to kiss you, his hand moving up to yours, making you wrap back around him, but he doesn't move immediately. Instead, he relishes in the feeling of your hand, the way it seems to fit around his length just enough, how the palm of your hand touches the underside of him, letting your hand feel how that thick vein under pulsed from your touch.
"Please..."
Well, fuck. When he's begging like that, who could resist?
ℙ𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 ~
ℂ𝕠𝕨 𝔾𝕚𝕣𝕝 - He loves this position. I mean, do you need a description of why he loves it? Yes. It's more of a need than a want, at this point. And I also don't wanna die if I deprive you all of this, please spare me.
The cowgirl position gives him a very good view of you. Your face, your tits, where you two are connected. And it gives him leverage to touch you, to let his hands roam over your body.
He loves watching you, letting you set whatever pace you wanted. Though, he wouldn't deny the fact that he could thrust up into you occasionally, making you gasp out or moan a curse.
𝕊𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕪 - This position is better for either in the mornings or late at night when it's his turn to spoon you from behind. It's a lazy position that calls for lazy and deep thrusts, your leg lifted up in the air, taking him as deep as you can.
It's perfect for when he's the dom instead of the sub. Perfect for hearing your soft pleas and gentle moans. Perfect for him to reach down to play with your clit, to whisper in your ear how much he's dreamt of fucking you like this.
𝕍𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕝? ~
Is that really even a question? The answer is a Y. E. S. Shout it out, my lovelies. YES, your man is extremely vocal. And he's not even ashamed of it. He'll probably get even louder if you try to hush him.
He wants you to know that you're making him feel better than good, he needs everyone to know that he's being taken care of. And he just likes to be heard, no matter what.
And Hyugo is a very touchy man, so being touchy and vocal all at once can get a little... heated. Or well, extremely heated. Whichever you prefer.
This year was the year to become a better you. New year, new you, right? That's what you told yourself that morning when you got up at 7am to go on your morning run, a routine you decided you should add to your mornings at 3am after watching a whole video about how to make a new life changing glow-up for yourself.
You had been so excited to start this new routine; you had put on these new gym clothes that you had bought mostly to sleep in or to wear under your normal clothes because you thought they were cute. Just a matching pair set of these cute black yoga shorts that had a blue matching sports bra with it when you had gotten it.
Really, it was the only type of running clothes that you had. So, it'll make do.
You were excited. Really. Until you actually went and did it. You had run for three miles before ultimately stopping, taking a bus back to the closest spot where your apartment was. You felt gross and sweaty, dragging your feet back up the stairs to your apartment, cursing softly to the out-of-order elevator that never seems to work.
Your body was sore and aching, tired of the three miles you did ran. You didn't get how anyone would want to do this for a living, running more than a normal person ever should.
As soon as you walked into your apartment, you immediately noticed an extra pair of shoes on the floor near the door, the soft humming of someone, the smell of something sweet baking. It wasn't lost on you on who it was. He always seems to know how to get into your apartment, whether you wanted him to or not. Though, you never rejected his unexpected visits.
"Hey! I just put some cookies in the oven. Don't worry, I brought my own ingredients this time."
You looked around the corner to find Hyugo mixing a batter of cookie dough together, wearing your apron that he begged you to buy a while back because he thought you'd look good in it. He was humming again, happily mixing a new batch together. You shook your head, but that knowing smile starting to form on your lips again.
"You do you. I'm going to take a bath, today was not the day to start a running routine." You weren't wrong. It had become a very hot day this morning, which didn't help that sweat feeling.
Hyugo looked up at you finally, his jaw slacking slightly at the sight of you, your hair in a messy ponytail, your body shiny from sweat, your clothes settling comfortably on the cures of your body. It was enough to make Hyugo stop what he was doing and just... stare at you. Marvel in how you look in this moment.
And you, oh obvious you, didn't notice his lingering gaze, how his tongue slowly licked his lips as if staring down his next meal. Oh, you were his next meal.
You went to your bedroom, not bothering to shut the door behind you as you headed to your closet to find something better to wear. But your searching was cut short at the feeling of a hand grabbing your elbow, pulling you enough until you fell on your bed, the bed dipping when Hyugo climbed on top of you, his knees beside your sides, pressing down into the mattress, his hands beside your head.
He was looking down at you, his gaze dark and heavy, roaming over your face to your neck and down to your tits, as if his eyes were honing in on them. Focusing on how your nipples were starting to poke against them from how hard he was staring down at you.
You swallowed hard, shifting slightly underneath him. You didn't know what has gotten into him, why all of the sudden he was on top of you, staring you down as if you had just done something vulgar to him.
"Hyugo, what are you–ah!"
You didn't get a chance to ask him what he was doing when he leaned in, his face buried in your neck, his tongue darting out to lick the side of your neck, eliciting a shocked sound that came out of you.
He hummed softly from the taste of you, your sweat against your skin. His hands moved to the underband of your sports bra, pushing up to let his hands slide underneath, cupping your warm breasts.
Your body arched into his touch involuntarily, your body squirming under him a little. His index fingers and thumbs pinched both of your nipples at the same time, earning a surprised and sharp inhale from you.
"You taste good.." He muttered softly against your neck, his fingers continuing their teasing and pinching. You felt your face heat up from his admission. It sent a shiver down your spine, how easily and confidently he said it, as if he wasn't embarrassed at all by saying that.
"H-Hyugo, what has gotten into you...?"
He pulled back to look at you at your question, looking at you as if you had just asked him why the sky was blue and why the grass was green. He tilted his head slowly at you, not answering your question right away.
"Don't act all innocent." He finally said, but his statement only ever confused you more. What were you doing that wasn't innocent? Seeing your expression, he let out a soft laugh, leaning in close just enough to let his lips hover over yours. Yet he didn't kiss you, just let his lips graze yours when he spoke again.
"Wearing such an.. outfit in front of me is a very dangerous game to play." One of his hands moved out of your bra and started to move down, moving very slowly down your stomach to your shorts. You inhaled softly, feeling him teasing the waistband of your shorts. "You pretend as if you don't know me. Like you don't know what seeing you like this does to me..."
With a firm push, his hand slid into your shorts, his fingers starting to rub against the fabric of your panties, feeling the wetness that was already starting to dampen that spot he pressed against. He blinked, as if a little surprised by the feeling, but then a slow knowing smirk started to form on his lips.
"Someone's already eager." He teased, his finger continuing to press and rub against it. You let out a moan, accidental, but it was enough for him to know that you were enjoying it.
His other hand that had been under your bra pulled away enough to push up your sports bra, exposing your breasts, your nipples already hard and aching from how he teased them.
He looked at your breasts for a moment, marveling and admiring at the shape of them, how soft they looked. He buried his face in between them, settling his head there as that spot was just designated to him and only for him.
"God, I love these. So much." He placed open-mouthed kisses along that space, his tongue occasionally licking there. You squirmed under him again, yet you didn't push him away. Your hands were free, but you just moved them to the side of your head, letting him taste your skin, your sweat, no matter how gross it was.
He was a little a freak, after all.
His fingers pushed your underwear out of the way enough so he could feel you bare, to feel your heat and wetness. His finger eased into you without warning, catching you off guard.
It had been so easy for him to push his finger in you, so tauntingly easy, your wet cunt making it easy for his finger to slide in and out of you. Maybe a little restricting from how tight your shorts were, but it's an obstacle that Hyugo will overcome.
"These clothes, they look great on you, but fuck aren't they annoying right now..."
Just as his finger curled slightly in you, he pulled out, making you whine in protest until he jerked at your clothes a little too roughly, as if he couldn't wait another second to touch you, see you, taste you.
And you let him, even letting yourself help him out of his own clothes, suddenly very hungry for the sight of him.
And the wait was rewarded with the very sight that made your mouth water, his cock hard and ready for your attention. You didn't get enough time to savor the moment when he spread your legs open, placing one of your legs over his shoulder, his hands gripping your hips tightly.
Now suddenly, you just realized how very dangerous this little game has become, even if you didn't know that you were the one who started it.
"W-Wait, Hyugo, can't we–"
The moment his cock drove into you, your mind went blank, a loud and unearthed sound came out of you. And he didn't wait any longer. His thrusts were deep and sharp, his thrusts meant to silence your pleas and protests.
He couldn't stop that smirk on his lips, his hand on your thigh, holding your leg captive over his shoulder as he moved into you with frantic and hungry thrusts, as if to punish your body for making him this hungry.
"You did this to me," He panted out, keeping up with his pace, as if he was trying to drive into you as hard and deep as he could, making you feel exactly what you did to him. "Wearing something so tight–ah–looking so flushed..."
He moved his free hand up, cupping your breast, giving it a quick squeeze before moving that same hand down to play with your clit. That action sent a bolt of electricity up your spine, making your body tremble and your brain foggy from any thoughts.
"That was so mean~." Yet he still had that smirk on his face, enjoying the sight of you, how you clenched around his cock so perfectly and beautifully.
He was determined to make you finish first; to make you fall apart around him. And it did not take too long before he got what he wanted.
Your climax came so sudden, you hadn't even realized how close you had been before it came and washed over your body, leaving you feeling warm and tingling, your pussy milking his cock as much as it could. And that feeling was too much for even him to handle, his orgasm hitting him hard as he came in you, ropes of his hot cum painting your inside walls, making you feel so full of him.
His mouth was agape, whimpering and groaning softly from the warm and tight feeling of just you around him. He looked down at you, your skin covered in sweat and his saliva, his gaze still dark with desire and hunger.
A hunger for more.
He pulled out of you slowly, a string of his cum was connected to your aching wet lips before breaking as he leaned over to your nightstand, grabbing something before looking at you again, letting you see the... icing?
"You know, I didn't even mean to bring this with me. But someone had gotten my attention, making me forget that I had it in the first place." He was clearly blaming you for making him too focused on you. And that made you snap.
Grabbing onto his shoulders, you flipped each other around, making him lay on his back now, your hips straddling his waist, your hands on his chest. He stared up at you, surprised at the change yet made no move to make you get off of him. If anything, you could feel his hips lifting slightly into yours, feel him starting to harden again.
"Maybe if you didn't break into my house, we wouldn't be in this predicament." You retorted back to him. But if you were being honest with yourself, you didn't regret him being here. Especially if it led to...this.
He gasped dramatically, as if you offended him, yet his smile said otherwise. "Me? I would never!"
You couldn't help but roll your eyes at him, reaching to his hand to take the icing from him. He let you, eager for more of your attention, anything you're willing to give him, he'll take and eat up.
"Always so dramatic." You muttered as you opened the icing jar.
He didn't deny it. He knew what he was. A dramatic little short shit who liked to get freaky.
Not that you could even deny that you didn't like it.
SYNOPSIS: nothing but harry potter headcanons, but both of you are friends with HEAVY tension. a little thing in the end, like a fic? it’s a bit heated tho!!!
WARNINGS: mentions of sexual content, maybe slight obsession, touch starved harry, flirting, kissing, fluff, a lot of tension (yes i love this trope hehe), hugging, friends to lovers.
CREDITS: divider of pearls, butterflies and bag is by @lucidve, divider of sparkling stars is by @anitalenia, divider with stars and brown stuff is by me.
‧⁺ when this whole tension between you too started, it was not that much and it was just little flirting slipping in between the jokes or meaningless bubble talk. no one, including him and you didn’t noticed that, it felt just like usual friendship. just like always.
‧⁺ later, hermione notices first, as she tells you that you two look like you’re going to kiss. of course you just laugh it off, but she was always right this whole time, did she? well she indeed later secretly spilled the tea to ron, as he furrowed his eyebrows thinking both of you finally did something. harry, by the way, always was denying the fact that he treats you wayyy differently than he does with the other girls.
‧⁺ then this flirting starts to become a strange routine, you don't even notice the way he makes eyes at you and tries to give you a compliment, which outshines other words. and in this he was always a master, whatever he said, everything sounded truely sweet and sincere, as if it were the first pleasant words about your appearance you had ever heard. but how he could ever lie about the way you look and represent yourself?
‧⁺ he always had feelings for you, to be honest. eyes always searching for you, for your eye catching smile with demanding but fluttering lips (later his most desirable thing ever ugh), for your delightful hair, for your fascinating gorgeous face features in general. oh merlin, he was rooting.
‧⁺ every time you said anything back with the same amount of flirting, he was absolutely confused. how could you find him beautiful? i mean… he knows he is the chosen one, but the fact of being overwhelmed by your beauty and presence never made him too confident about the way you feel towards him. he thought you always saw him as a friend, but still always tried to reach out for the any opportunity to make you smile or blush. he thought you were just being so nice mostly.
‧⁺ oh, did i mention how HE flutters or slips when you say any basic compliment? one time you were sitting in the great hall, hermione and ron also here, just studying or sometimes chatting through. you eyes were fixed on harry, admiring how deliciously good his hair looked and how admirable his eyes were searching and reading the text. so… something slipped off your mouth, “i love your hair today.. gorgeous.” he suddenly turned into the sound of your voice, slight but still noticeable blush spreading across his cheeks, as he fully exams your face and laughs nervously with chuckle, “oh. uhh—“ he looks around, hermione giggling at the sight of you two, “thank you..” harry mumbles, as he goes back to the text.
‧⁺ he still thinks about this compliment till this day, always styling the hair he did that day you called it out. well, at least he tries to.
‧⁺ your smell catches him off guard always as he senses it. anytime. you pass by, even behind him, he somehow feels it and everything flies off his mind in unison. you sit next to him, this happens again. you run into him yapping about another new divination theory you got on the lesson, he still gets too excited that he forgets about everything and that he even exists.
‧⁺ could you please stop making those bunny eyes at him? don’t you see how he melts and how excited he gets? the way you accidentally bit your lip while thinking at the question you or he asked, makes him go feral in his mind. your lips look too lonely without his on them.
‧⁺ accidental touches brushing against you all the time!! hand goes over yours, as he mumbles sorry or just chuckles. ankle presses against yours, he acts like it didn’t. this also happen one time, but not accidentally. he was slightly playing with your hair peacefully, spreading it a bit across his fingers, absolutely melting at the texture of it and how nice it was having you this close. yet it was on some boring lecture, and you noticed this gesture as he quickly turned around as if it was the wind.
‧⁺ loves late evening walks or early walks with you. of course, he loves walking with you anytime, but these ones hit him right in the heart, as the atmosphere gets more intimate and more close, as if you two unite together.
‧⁺ one time you went on the little date with some slytherin guy, he was watching your path on the marauder’ map. it was more protective either than being creepy. he just wants you to be safe.
‧⁺ he is sooo sensitive at his neck and hair! as you hug him by his neck, he shudders every time it’s ridiculous. and when you by joke brushed or played with his hair, he felt so comfortable yet so overwhelmed.
‧⁺ he doesn’t say it, but maybe will admit it one day — your presence on his qudditch match increases the chance of gryffindor winning like on.. 60% or 75%? i mean, a lot.
‧⁺ one time you received a bouquet of peonies with some favorite box of chocolate of yours. you never knew from who was it, because there wasn’t even a little note, nothing. but we all know who was it.
‧⁺ well, he wants to make the first move one day. the way your face passes by in the corridors, the way you appear in his dreams in the deep nights: any type of dreams, either when he has nightmares and you break into his mind, comforting him and making scary things go away or you sitting on top of him. the way you talk to him, he can’t take anymore. fuck, he wants to kiss you so bad, to pull you closer and wrap his arms around you. and no, not the in “casual” way, but in the most passionate and desperate way ever, yet still respectful as he is.
one day, this actually happens.
he was yapping about something in the living room of gryffindor, with much passion. maybe it was one of his favorite themes to talk about. you two were sitting on the sofa, as the quiet, but soothing fire in the background shook softly along with the burning firewood, as the slightly opened windows were bringing in the soft wind of the nature. his smell fulfills the distance between you too, as well as yours does. this is even ridiculous at how close y’all ended up, but how else could it be? tension was too much to bear, he looked too marvelous and gorgeous, and he couldn’t hold back his feelings any longer as you were that close.
“so.. i mean. they say how it was. it was preciously okay from them.” he chucked nervously, but also weirdly calmly at the same time, darting his eyes from your lips the whole time. it was definitely too hard for him not to look at them. how couldn’t he?
you place your hand on top of his, laying soft and warm against his skin, and lightly biting your lip.
merlin, you’re doing this stare again. he can’t resist.
“preciously okay you say?” your voice sounds restrained unlike his and you have composure.
he, on the other hand blushes deeply and turns his head to the ground, as if thinking about something else now.
it feels like you’re fooling him. manipulating him. how the hell you managed to look so pretty, attractive and hot at the same time? it felt like you put a charming spells and casts on him. well, indeed you did, but not by yourself — he was just absolutely crazy in love.
it feels like he snaps. he can’t take it anymore. harry draws sharply and suddenly to you, gently touching his nose to your neck, burying himself in it. he inhales your perfume, deliciously but slightly licking the skin after. his mouth proceeds a quiet whimper, enjoying the sense of your closeness and your soft skin.
at this whole sudden change in his demeanor you moan. you’ve dreamt about him being like that to you many times, and now, when he buries his nose to your skin, he feels so amazingly right, as if you two meant to do that such a long time ago.
you bury your hands into his smooth hair, slight pulling on them and tugging them back, as if his touch by his nose and tongue were too much, it felt like you could explode right now, as something in your stomach moved and you feel incredible tension.
but he doesn’t stop. after another sound from him, harry presses hard, passionate kiss into your skin, now deliberately sucking on it, as he makes delicious sounds of whimpering again.
at this whole another wave of touches you play back on the sofa and arching your neck way more, which allows him to press much more kisses into you neck, and even hickeys, leaving impressive for him amount of bruises.
you moan again, mentioning his name this time. at this action one of his hands roam on you cheek, stroking it, and then going into your shoulders and hips afterwards. merlin, how much he loves the sounds you making, the way you shudder slightly every time he kisses your neck.
he then moves into your jaw, embracing needy kisses on it, then moving to your cheek. as he does this, you practically hug your hands around his neck, as if holding into your dear life because this all feels so new, so much. and you like it. you love it.
he grunts when he feels your hands on him, which makes him stop briefly to catch his breath.
this whole situation is absolutely messy, sloppy and uneasy, you feel like you’re about to explode again, as if heat is gonna rip you apart right now. indeed, harry feels the same. but he needs more of you. he wants it as much as you do.
you take your opportunity to move to him even more close, pressing hardly and harshly your lips into his, finally gifting him what he was practically begging for. he instantly kisses you back, doing it with even more passion than he did on your neck. but this is the best feeling you ever felt, he is so good it, it’s insane.
you always thought he would kiss not that much and not that well, but now, he has twisted your notions even further.
this hard, yet love spreading kiss turns into a whole make out session, making both of your lips red and swollen.
he tastes so sweet, so flavourful, so delicious. you could swear you tasted a vanilla or cocoa lip balm on them. as you do, you share your taste with harry, tongue slipping into his mouth with excitement and agitation. he slips his own too, almost making french kiss with you, but more lustful, to say at least.
the sounds he makes.. he whimpers, moans, grunts but with quietness into your mouth.
your hands now move on his cheeks, squeezing the skin and holding again. you feel like air gets away and you’re starting to going insane, as if you two merge into one piece.
harry reluctantly and grudgingly pulls away from your lips, biting them before doing it. his fingers lightly tracing over your lips, marvelling again at your breathtaking beauty. he still doesn’t believe he just made all of this to you, and how he still managed to kiss you with such desire, as he always wanted.
you're both trying to stay calm and keep breathing, but it's too much to bear.
your fingers run the same way over his lips, marvelling at their texture and the slight wetness after kissing him. they’re so swollen.
you let out a quiet laugh mixed with a giggle when you see how embarrassed he is and how turned on he is with his just flushed, but hot cheeks and messy hair.
perhaps, your little signs of affection didn’t end on this. and he was so glad it didn’t.
oh my gosh. i NEED that man so bad he is so hot i swear 🙏🏻🙏🏻 i was thinking about these for so long, especially after i rewatched the whole series. you might need to do the same!!! :3
this is either happening in ootp or in hbp, but yeah. i hope you had fun reading this 🙂↕️🙂↕️ sorry that i got lowkey freaky in the end meeehhh
