sweet & brutal || h.s ✔️

~29~

I lifted my head and paid attention to his lips. I slowly and sexily assaulted his lips with my own. They molded together perfectly and I bit on his lower lip pulling it back gently before letting it go. He groaned at my teasing but I just smirked. I joined our lips again and during our small make out session he flipped us over.

I felt his body that was now on top of me. I pulled him to me more but he obviously wanted to get me back for my teasing because he took my hands pinning them above my head. He smirked as I whined but my complaining soon came to a stop as he sucked on my sweet spot.

"You're wearing too much clothing" he murmured.

"Well then maybe you should do something about it" I whispered.

He smirked.

"Gladly"

With that, he unclipped my bra swiftly and then pulled my leggings down. I kicked them off when he couldn't reach.

His hands unpinned mine as he felt down my body. I dug my hands into his hair, puling softly when he stroked my heat. I moaned into his mouth when he pulled my panties down and inserted a finger. He moved them very slowly, to the point where I had to grind against his fingers to have some sort of friction but I knew he was doing it to get me going.

"More baby" I moaned.

He detached our lips and looked at me. I withered under him as he pumped me faster.

"What do you want baby?" he urged.

I rolled my eyes.

"You"

"Who?" He asked with his eyebrows raised and a smirk on his face.

This cocky bastard.

"You, only you harry." I moaned. His fingers moved faster but then he removed them. I looked at him, whining.

He smirked, taking his boxers off.

"Patience baby" he pecked my lips.

He hovered over me, positioning himself directly in front of me.

He slowly pushed into me and I moaned. He groaned as he started moving faster. Once he got a good pace, I rocked my hips with his. I grinded my hips meeting him at the brink. I pulled his face down to meet mine and he sloppily kissed me while moving faster than before.

A burning feeling settled in my stomach and my moans for him started to get louder.

"Quiet princess" He said, kissing me.

A small layer of sweat formed on my breasts as Harry kissed and kneaded them. I bit my lip to suppress my moans as he sucked on my neck, creating numerous hickeys on my skin.

I dug my fingers into his hair, feeling the need to grab something due to the burning feeling increasing in my stomach. I tugged a little and he groaned.

We increased our pace and I could feel myself almost at the edge.

"Harry... baby" I moaned.

"I know" He said. He leant down to kiss me, swallowing my moans and groans as I did with his.

All of a sudden, I felt the pressure in my stomach burst and I let go. I felt like I was on cloud 9 as the man I love rocked into me. He slowed down as he also came, and then fully came to a stop.

We both collapsed, feeling exhausted. Our pants and harsh breathing was the only thing heard as we both tried to calm our heart rates. My breathing came to a slow and I felt Harry's do the same. He lifted his head from my chest and slid out of me, rolling over to lie next to me. I watched him as he looked at the ceiling of his bedroom.

After a while, he looked at me. He put an arm around me and I cuddled into his side.

"I love you" I heard him whisper.

I returned the saying and rested my head on his bare chest.

"Hey love birds, if you're done making love. It's dinner time" Gemma yelled from behind the door.

We heard her footsteps gradually disappear before I burst out laughing and Harry groaned, throwing his arm over his eyes.

I unattached myself from his body and got up to get dressed.

As I dressed, I noticed my attire wasn't exactly 'appropriate' for a family dinner with a toddler and the most important people in my boyfriend's life.

"Harry, give me your hoodie" I said hastily.

"But it's so hot" he replied as he dressed himself.

"Just give it to me" I ushered him.

He handed me the piece of clothing.

"Why do you need it so bad anyway" He asked.

"Did you pay attention to my clothing at all or were you too busy ripping it off" I gave him the 'Are you stupid look'.

"Too busy ripping it off" He agreed. I rolled my eyes.

"My jersey literally has a gun on it"

"So" He argued.

"And the number is '22 millimeter' with the word 'kill' under it"

His mouth formed an 'o' and I rolled my eyes again.

"I am not wearing that in front of your family and a toddler, plus my belly button piercing is showing and they're going to think I go around killing people" I said.

He looked at me pointedly.

"Oh shush up, you do it to" I whispered.

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Relax, drama queen. Or should I say, princess" He said with a stupid grin on his face.

"You're fucking hilarious aren't you" I said with a blank face. He started to laugh and I just shook my head smiling and made my way downstairs.