its 4k++ words thats all im going to say
got inspired by harrys recent airport fit what can i say? he looks too good.
summary: yall aint fucking ready. vote and comment hte shit out of it and maybe you'll see a pt 2.
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Harry exited the black car with his bags in hand - quite sleepily and filled with exhaustion. His back aching at the feeling of the heavy weight on his shoulder as he got out of the back seat. He finally felt the muscles in his back stretch as he left the car – closing his eyes and tilting his head from side to side, stretching the tendons in his neck and sighing in relief.
A soft sigh left his lips whilst he opened his eyes at the feeling of a soft hand grazing his. His eyes opened at the feeling with a soft smile on his lips as he stared at her exiting the car he was just in. She looked knackered – the evident eye bags were brought to his attention by the bright lights in the airstrip.
"Mmm, you okay darling?" Harry muttered, the way he enunciated the 'r' brought goosebumps to her skin. His voice sounding scratchy as he spoke from not having used it in the long drive.
Harry looked at her, gauging her reaction as she nodded her head but could see the exhaustion in her figure. Her shoulders were slightly slouched as she wrapped her arms around her body. The colorful sweater Harry had handed to her in the car practically taking up her entire frame. He just loved seeing her in his clothes – gave him a sense of pride.
Harry watched as her hands made their way to her face, rubbing the exhaustion away – at least she tried to. Harry knew that the schedule was taking a toll on her. The continuous flights, one after the other. She was jetlagged, tired and tense. She just needed to relax and this 17-hour flight was going to be just what she needed.
"Up you go then." Harry said with a playful tone, urging her up the small flight of stairs into the private jet. She didn't have to be told twice before quickly walking in and taking in the sight of the cabin. It looked very homey and she was already melting at the fact that she could finally rest without having to get up in an hour or so.
Harry watched as she made her way towards the end of the plane and opened the door to the suite. A slight gasp left her lips at the sight of the white fluffy bed that sat in front of her. She was quick to jump into it – her hair flying behind her as she was enveloped by the soft covers. Harry let out a laugh and shook his head before following her into the room, leaning by the doorframe and watching her settle down on the covers.
"You good then baby?" Harry asked as he slowly made his way to her. A smile on his face because he could see how content she was now. He sat next to her as she looked up at him and smiled back before nodding.
Harry leaned forward, kissing her forehead with a peck before intertwining their fingers and bringing her hand up to his mouth then placing a kiss on the back of it. She could feel the love radiating off of him. The adoration in his eyes as he pressed his soft lips onto the promise ring that he given her was enough to make her need him.
She pulled her hands away from his hold causing Harry to look up at her in slight confusion but it was quickly swept away when she stood up from the bed and walked towards the door. The sound of the lock clicking into place caused Harry to visibly gulp. He could feel his breathing deepen as she walked towards him before placing herself on his lap. It was almost instinct in which Harry placed his hands on her hips. She was like a magnet and Harry was the metal attracted to her so profoundly that he couldn't be pulled away.
"Baby..." Harry spoke breathily at the feeling of her lips pressed up against his jaw. Her hands entwined in his hair as she placed soft and wet kisses onto his jaw. The feeling causing his hands to grip onto her waist tighter. A low moan escaping his lips at the feeling he had missed.
"Jesus, I've missed this." He mumbled against her hair. His eyes shut as he concentrated on the actions of her mouth. Her teeth nibbling onto the flesh before soothing the taut skin with her tongue. The simple action got him lifting his ass off the bed. His bulge rubbing against hers causing him to emit a groan at the feeling. Harry just knew he wanted her and he wanted her now.
"Enough darling, wanna please you yeah? It's been a while don't you think?" He mumbled before slowly pulling her away with one hand as the other crept under his cardigan and shirt she had on. She licked her lips as she stared at Harry's lips. They were plump looking, juicy and pink. Everything she loved. Harry moved his hand from her waist to her jaw, gripping it tight but not forcefully. He lent forward immediately engulfing her lips with his. His thumb gently moving back and forth as he kissed her with dominance.
His hands moved on their own accord as he gripped onto the colorful cardigan he had given her, quickly pulling it off her and throwing it onto the floor. Harry couldn't care less where it had landed. She felt Harry bite onto her lower lip emitting a moan from her throat as she let out pants of need.
"Please, Harry." She practically whined against his lips. The two mouths clashing and meeting again and again. The desire fueling Harry's actions and movements. He was quick to switch their positions, leaving her laying on her back whilst Harry was on top of her but he quickly stood up by the edge of the bed causing her to sit up as well.
"Want you to take off your clothes for me angel." He muttered lowly, lust dripping from his tone and desire pooling in his eyes. She could see the way his pupils darkened at the sight of her quickly taking off her shirt and going to unclasp her bra.
"Ah, slowly." Harry told her, more like demanded but she obeyed his request. Slowly, pulling down the straps of her bra before unclasping the hook that held it together but she didn't just let it fall to the ground. She held onto the cups that held onto her breasts, biting her lower lip and looking up at Harry. A groan fell from his lips at her action before he stepped forward and pulled her up to stand.
"You're driving me crazy. Up." Harry commanded, tapping onto the back of her upper thighs and gripping her as she jumped up onto him. It didn't take him long to find her lips again, molding and melting into each other's. Her arms wrapped around his hair as he pulled away and left kisses on her neck, biting and marking the skin. He could see the love marks form and that excited him.
"Mine angel, yeah?" He asked her again and nudged her head to the side with his finger. She followed him compliantly – nodding her head excessively at his sentence.
"Always." She mumbled back and that's all it took for Harry to place her back onto the bed causing her to bounce a bit before she was scooting up. Harry grabbed a hold of the leggings she had on and quickly pulled them away, leaving her in just her undergarments.
Harry stayed at the edge of the bed, kneeled onto the carpeted floor as he placed gentle kisses onto her ankle. His green eyes boring into hers as he did so. She could feel the slight stubble on his cheeks, tickling her skin but she couldn't be bothered to say anything about it. She quite liked the feeling. His lips travelled further up. Her breathing getting faster as he got to the place where she wanted him the most. His hands taking a hold of her ankles and pulling her to the edge of the bed.
"Baby –"
"Shh, I know baby girl. Patience." He mumbled against her soft skin and placed a kiss on her inner thighs. A soft whine leaving her lips at his teasing. She was tired and impatient and just wanted him now but he had other plans of course. He placed his hand on top of the cloth of her underwear – the sight of a wet patch causing his length to twitch in his pants. A low groan vibrating from his throat at the view in front of him.
"Who made you this wet petal hmm?" Harry lived for praise. It was the narcissistic tendency in him that led him to ask her. He loved knowing that he was the one making her feel like this. It made him feel special.
"You baby." She said almost out of breath at the feeling. Harry slightly smirked at her reply, nodding at the answer and giving her a kiss on the inside of her thigh. He placed his hand on top of her clothed clit causing her to close her eyes and let out soft pants of air from her parted lips. His fingers circling her bundle of nerves over the fabric causing her to squirm in his hold.
Harry looked up at her to watch her reaction. The way her chest rose and fell along with the slight tinge of pink on her cheeks. Her blown out pupils as he watched his movements. The soft sounds of moans and whines leaving her lips as he slowly teased her.
"Baby, please... Harry." She was practically whining at this point, feeling as if she was on the edge and being brought down again and again. Harry decided not to tease her any further and got up from the floor, telling her to scoot upwards before he himself crawled onto the bed.
"You know I love it when you beg petal." He mumbled before placing a kiss on her pouty lips and pulling away with a smile.
"Keep your hands beside you and don't move them or I won't let you touch me. You wouldn't want that, right?" Harry asked her, getting an excessive nod in reply. Harry smiled at the response always loving how submissive she was to him – always at his beck and call.
Harry moved downwards. The feeling of his stubble heightening the experience as he placed his thumb on the sides of her underwear and pulled it off of her in one quick swipe, leaving her completely bare to him reminding him that he was still fully dressed. A black button up on along with his white slacks that said loved. His hands moved towards his shirt already starting to unbutton the cotton but felt another pair of hands helping him.
"What did I say about moving your hands?" He asked her with his brow arched accompanied by a menacing tone. Now, it wasn't very often that Harry got into this space – rarely even but when he was. It was magical and she couldn't deny the fact that she loved this side of him. Seeing him so out of his element was always such a pleasurable factor to her. It excited her.
"Mmm, no – i'm sorry baby. I just wanted to help you get rid of your clothes." She mumbled with a pout on her face. Harry licked his lips before leaning down and taking her lips in his, pressing them together for a second before pulling away, biting down on her lower lip and watching it bounce back into place.
"I'll let that one slide because I can feel my dick pulsing in my boxers but not again petal. Got it?" She nodded immediately at his words as he unbuttoned the last button, letting the fabric fall to the floor. His bottoms going with it shortly, leaving him in only his boxers. She could practically see the outline of his dick causing her to lean her head back and look up at the cabin of the jet plane saying a silent prayer to whatever higher power was up there to give her the strength to continue on. She was practically already falling apart and he hadn't done anything yet.
"What do you want me to do my love, hmm?" He hummed into the side of her inner thighs. His green eyes boring into hers as he pressed soft kisses onto the skin. His mouth so close to where she had been wanting. He could see her glistening heat and the sight sent his blood surging downwards towards his length. He was always pretty good at showing how composed he was – it was a talent he possessed.
"Touch me please." Harrys lips perked up in reply at her words – always loving how she succumbed to his advances in such a polite manner. He smiled placing a chaste kiss onto her thigh and then onto her bundle of nerves. The action causing her to gasp – her chest rising from the bed before being pushed back down by one of Harry's hands.
"Don't move." He mumbled, making sure that she understood before finally pressing his tongue onto her slit, collecting the juices that had released from her desire. The pleasure that flowed through her veins from his ungodly actions caused her to close her eyes and let out low moans and soft whines into the air. She could feel his tongue running up and down her slit, hums leaving his mouth at the taste. The vibrations causing her to curl her toes filled with pleasure and lust for the man beneath her. Her hands gripped onto the sheets on her sides – not wanting to disobey his command and kept them to herself despite the clawing need to touch him. His hair, his shoulders, his hands – anything.
"Harry..." A soft breathy moan fell from her lips as he put his tongue all over her, high pitched noises leaving her lips at the feeling. Harry looked up at her, pulling away slightly watching the string of his saliva and her juices leave a trail before finally breaking. Harry smiled at her reaction before slowly sliding one of his fingers in the action causing her to take a deep gasp and her eyes to fly open.
"Baby, please." She said a gasp and looked down at him to see him smirking up at her before his face disappeared back to her heat. The feeling of his tongue playing with her bud and the joint feeling of his finger sliding in and out of her was sending her into a never ending high. His free hand gripped onto her thighs as he ate her out. He could feel the tension in her thighs – the way they lifted up slightly before falling back down. His eyes landing onto her hands, taking note of her white knuckles that clenched onto the sheets.
"Hold my hand angel." He muttered to her and grabbed onto two of her hands with his own. His hands clasping with hers by the side of her thighs as he plunged his tongue into her heat. A loud sob leaving her lips at the feeling.
"Fuck, right there – please." She moaned, her head leaning back against the pillows. Harry pulled away from her causing whines to leave her lips at the loss of contact but was cut off by his lips pressing onto hers. His hands gripping onto her waist as he climbed back up to her. His body covering hers – his length pressing against his boxers. Harry went to press kisses onto her neck as his hand journeyed down to her heat once again.
"No – please, baby just fuck me already." She begged, hating how much he was teasing her. She could feel Harry smiling against her skin. He placed one kiss onto her jaw before pulling back and looking at her.
"Spread your legs a little for me darling." He mumbled against her cheek, placing a kiss before sliding his fingers into her once again. A gasp leaving her lips at the hard and fast pace that he had chosen to go for. Her fingers gripped onto his back, feeling the thin sheet of sweat on his body as he moved. Her nails digging into his skin as she felt her blood surging towards her heat. Her toes curling as she felt her orgasm nearing her.
Harry loved to watch her when she came. It was a guilty pleasure of some sort. The way her back arched into him, making her breasts press up against his bare chest. The way she was always so vocal but when she came – it was silent. The noise and sound completely sucked out of her as she reached her high. It came crashing down on her. The feeling of Harry nipping onto her neck along with his non-faltering pace was enough for her to finally succumb to the pleasure she had been craving for.
"Oh my god baby." She whined into his ear when she had been coming down from her high. Harry circling her clit slowly causing her to jolt up against him in sensitivity. She held onto to his wrist for him to stop his movements but he just pulled her hand away and inserted his fingers into her once again. The action causing a whine to escape her lips and her head to fall against the pillow. Her neck practically calling for him to litter love bites on her skin.
"Give me one more darling, know you can." He said into her ear, before giving her another. The high she experienced was heightened by her sensitivity causing her to shut her thighs after she had come down, pulling away from his hold. She pulled her legs up and took in deep breaths to calm herself. The feeling of two orgasms already taking a toll on her body. Harry held onto her arm, bringing her to face him again placing kisses onto her face.
"Angel, look at me. Come here."
"Fuck baby." She mumbled in reply and closed her eyes, trying to rest and get her strength back but knowing Harry – he always went for it right away.
"The things you do to me darling... it's a fucking sin, angel." Harry stated, pulling her thighs apart to give him space to stay in between her legs. He quickly pulled away from her and went to stand up from the bed, staying at its edge. He held onto her ankles and pulled her towards him, grabbing onto her and spreading her legs apart.
"You make me so fucking hard." He mumbled, staring at her figure below him. So, ready and spread open just for him. Harry quickly pulled his boxers down. His length springing up at the release and a sigh of relief leaving his lips. The tip already red and oozing with precum. He was ready to burst just at the sight of her like this under him.
"Fuck." She moaned out at the sight of his hard length in front of her. His hand taking himself in it, giving his length a few tugs. His head falling back at the feeling of the warmth his hand was giving him. He was diverting all his attention towards her and her pleasure leaving him bursting at the seams.
"I know I'm not going to last darling, so let's make this count ye'?" And that's all he had to say before he plunged his dick into her. His full length pressing deep inside her. She could practically feel him everywhere. She took in a deep breath at the feeling and held onto it. Harry spread her legs even further – always loving how flexible she was and easy to get into different positions. His pace was quick and rough in an instant – not planning to go easy on her at least not this time. He'd been craving for her for so long and this was exactly what he needed.
"Always so fucking tight, so good for me." He mumbled and looked down at her. His eyes falling onto her glistening skin. The sounds of her moans being like music to his ears. A symphony playing that he just never wanted to end. Harry clutched onto her ankles, making her bend her knees and pressed it against her chest. The new position causing a loud groan to leave her lips. Her eyes rolling back at the feeling of pure pleasure surrounding her body.
"Fuck, Harry – so good baby." She whined. A surge of pride flowing from the tips of his toes to his head. His narcissistic tendencies soaring at the statement. He loved being praised especially in bed – just something he lived for.
"Yeah?" He muttered, pulling all the way out – watching his dick appear from her heat glistening with their juices. Harry groaned before pushing back into her. His length feeling deeper than the last time. The new position allowing him to push in deeper and further. His tip hitting the perfect spot causing loud moans to leave her lips.
Her hands grasped onto the sheets below her before Harry took them in his hands, placing hers on his shoulders. Her nails immediately digging into his skin. He had to admit that he loved it – it would be a lie if he said he didn't like seeing the crescent shapes when they were through.
"You're gonna be the death of me." Harry mumbled breathily into her ear. His breathing coming out in deep pants as he gave her his all. The way his hips rolled as he thrusted into her – sharp and quick, accurate with his positioning and always managing to hit that one spot that drove her crazy. The feeling of her clenching and her walls holding onto his length caused his pace to falter a little bit.
"Shit, you're going to make me come darling." He stated before pulling out of her. The sudden loss of contact causing a loud whine to emit from her lips. Harry turned her around, bringing her onto her knees and pressing her back against the bed – leaving her ass raised up against him and her face buried in the sheets.
Her cheek pressed against the white duvet before he was pushing into her again. The angle at which his thrusts were placed felt so god damn heavenly. She loudly moaned into the sheets as Harry thrusted quick and fast. The sound of skin slapping skin being the only thing heard in the room along with the occasional grunts Harry would let out. His hands held onto her ass, grabbing onto the flesh – watching his handprint. As her skin turned red then white as he pulled away.
"Baby – I can't, please. I wanna cum." She whined against the sheets. Harry taking a hold of all her hair in his hands and adjusting his position before ramming into her. His thrusts sounding out against the cabin. A loud shriek leaving her lips at the fast and harsh paced she loved. Her hands blindly reached behind her to hold onto his thighs, gripping onto them to get him as close to her as possible.
"Mmm fuck yes, so good." Harry mumbled, knowing that he was nearing his end as well. His pace faltering at the feeling of her clenching around his length. Her walls closing in on him and keeping him there causing his thrusts to shorten and become sloppy.
Harry pulled her up by her forearms, placing one arm wrapped around her waist and pressing her back against his chest. Her head dropping onto his neck as he bit onto the taut skin – the taste of her sweat lingering in his lips but he couldn't be bothered by it at this point. His hand journeyed down to her heat. His fingers circling her bundle of nerves, finally tossing her over the edge.
Harry felt it before she could say anything. Her eyes shutting close as a loud gasp left her lips and then there was silence. Her body convulsed in his hold. The feeling of her heat clenching and tightening against his length – pulsing and urging him to cum. Her high hit her like she had dived into the ocean head first. It was exhilarating and so freeing. Her grip on his hand was tight as she slowly came down from her high.
"Fuck me." Harry mumbled shortly before quickly pulling out of her. His hand gripping onto his dick, tugging and stroking at it quickly. He came strongly, feeling all the tension and lust in his body float away and disappear as he released. Long ropes of white, painting her back as tugged onto his skin, groans leaving his lips at the relief before sighing.
He fell onto her filled with exhaustion before placing a kiss onto her shoulder and taking in a deep breath. They both laid for a few minutes, trying to take in everything that had occurred and tried to calm down. She was laying beside him now – her back clean of his release as she drew random sketches onto his chest. The silence in the air breaking as he spoke.
"Still got 16 hours left yeah? Not done with you yet."
A/N
so how r u all pt 2?