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Your teeth bite deep into Harry’s shoulder, causing him to clench his teeth in an attempt to silence his own sounds. He continues thrusting into you, your legs hung over his arms as he holds you against the wall. You cling onto his back tightly, keeping him against you, feeling every hard thrust deepening more and more as he continues. Your teeth let go and you lean your head against the wall, eyes shut tight as you focus on the tightening forming within you. “Babe. Almost. There.” He says with each thrust. Your walls clench around him, begging for his release. “Shit!” He yells in a whisper as he hits his orgasm, allowing yours to rush through you. You huff out air, trying to breathe as your euphoria dies down. Harry pushes your hair out of your face and tucks it behind your ear. He kisses your lips, still trying to catch his breath. He smiles againstyour lips. “What?” you ask. “My shoulder hurts really bad.” Your eyebrows show concern while your mouth shows embarrassment, creating a look of guilt. “Sorry,” you say, biting your lip.
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One Direction Imagines
FanfictionA mixture of both sweet and sexual imagines, I originally posted on my Instagram @paynefully_cheeky. Possibly writing more in the future, just need inspiration and ideas.
