A/N: I totally thought I had a part two in my notes, BUT I GOT THEM MIXED UP WITH ANOTHER ONE OF MY FICS! But I’ve got you anyways! I hope part two lives up to your expectations!!!!💕💕 (ALSO THIS GIF. sobbing)
You look over at your emerald eyed boyfriend, who’s staring intently at the screen of your laptop which is displaying one of your favourite movies of all time, The Notebook.
You smile at him... Just happy to finally be with him after all this time, even if you have to leave before morning.
He looks over at you, “What’re you staring at weirdo?” He says a smiling tugging at the edges of his lips.
“My sexy boyfriend.” You say leaning in to kiss him. He pulls you on top of him, and you start to grind into the growing tent of his sweatpants, lips still connected.
“Missed this...” Harry groans just after bucking up into your most sensitive area. You whine at the little friction you’re receiving and Harry silences you with another kiss.
“Baby, you’ve gotta be quiet...” He whispers, nose dragging along your jawline.
“I know.” You whisper now burying your head into his shoulder.
“We can do the do if you’re real quiet.” Harry murmurs.
“Do the do?” You giggle, “What are we 12?”
Harry rolls his eyes and shifts to move his sweats and boxers down just enough, so his cock can fit through.
You had already stripped down to your underwear, hating being restricted while in bed. He reaches down and slides the narrow piece of fabric to the side.
You grind down hard on his length, ready to feel your sweet release after months of being apart. You shudder at the stretch you had missed so very much, and look down to see harry’s face already contorted with pleasure.
“Fucking hell your tight, merlin.” He whispers biting his lip, trying desperately to keep back the loud moan that wants to escape. You ride him faster, craving the euphoric feeling that he has only ever made you feel.
A low moan escapes your lips and harry’s hand reaches up, clasping over your mouth to contain the sounds. As much as he loved the noises you could produce, he did not want to get caught by the dursley’s.
You feel him bucking into you, reaching his ultimate high, when you feel the so familiar liquid pump into you. You collapse onto his chest, your hard breathing in sync with one another.
Harry gulps guiltily, “I’m sorry you didn’t finish.”
You shake your head, “It’s okay. I just wanted to make you feel good.”
