Weird World [H.S]

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I couldn't help but giggle as the door to the master bedroom slammed shut behind us, immediately showcasing Harry's strength.

We kissed each other hungrily, not paying attention to anything else but each other.

"I'm gonna love you, forever. I promise."

I bit my lip, studying him for a split second, my hand now coming down to his face.

"I know, baby." I whispered back, "I love you too."

Harry grinned, just as he gently began nuzzling my neck and pulling at his shirt that I was wearing once again.

He was getting impatient, struggling to undo every button, and I couldn't help but smirk and giggle at his frustration.

So I figured I'd add to it, just to build his tension up a little more.

"I need you Harry."

"I'm right here, baby." he murmured, "Right here..."

"No." I sighed, as his lips caressed my neck, shoulder blades and cleavage; "I want to feel you, I need you deep inside me..."

"Shit Izzy..." he breathed, as he continued to struggle with the shirt.

"I need you... I want you deep inside me, Harry, hurry."

His facial expression suddenly turned dark, and with his hands now clenched at his shirt, I bit my lip.

"My pussy needs you, baby." I whispered, the pant of my breath tingling by his ear as I gently tugged on it with my teeth.

"Fuck..." he groaned appreciatively, "I'm going to fuck you in a heartbeat... are you nice and wet for me?"

"Hmmmm," I murmured softly, "Why don't you hurry up and find out?" I teased.

Harry's hands were now visibly shaking, but they worked faster and harder than before, his frustration finally getting to him as he suddenly pulled the shirt apart and a couple of buttons sprang off the shirt.

"You broke it." I stated, before I started to giggle.

"I don't care."

"Harry!" I screeched, laughing as he suddenly hoisted me up and practically threw me onto his bed, his whole body hovering over me quickly.

I smiled, still laughing as I stared up at the beautiful creature above me, his hands already working at separating my thighs.

"No underwear?" Harry questioned, as I shook my head shyly, my thumb entering my mouth playfully.

"I literally only put your shirt on when I left you asleep on the couch."

"Izzy, I swear to god, you are going to kill me one day."

I smirked, wrapping my legs around his waist before pulling him forward towards me.

"How about you kill my pussy first..." I whispered, earning myself a delicious smirk.

"Oh baby..." he chuckled, "You know, I hate the fact that you have the ability to render my brain utterly useless with your dirty, potty mouth."

I grinned, "You love it, or you wouldn't have kept coming back for more, would you?"

"You are so full of yourself Miss Thomas."

"Guess I learned from the best, Mr Styles." I teased.

"If you don't shut up soon, I'll give you something that will make you full."

I clenched, feeling Harry lower himself down over me, his lips catching mine roughly before he moved downwards, biting playfully at my neck.

I complained breathlessly, gasping at the brief pain every time his teeth teased my skin.