#& at first i wasn’t feeling it bc it was strobe light city

[dreamyboystyles]

sooooo ummm this is my first writing ever pls be gentle but also feedback is welcome...I’m just glad to finally be putting something out bc i’ve never been bold enough to do so but if y’all wanna see anything in specific don’t be afraid to ask :D (also this wasn’t really edited bc i was too excited to post ya!) ((this is like 1.4k words and haven’t thought of a title))

There were four cities on their list. She can’t remember how it came about, but she can remember the way he made her feel in that first city. The tingling feeling of butterflies swarming in her stomach when she first laid her eyes on him from across the room. The strobing lights of the Ibiza nightlife danced around their bodies. It was a done deal as soon as his eyes made their way to hers. The same glimmer sparkled in both their eyes and in the next moment they were chest to chest swaying to the thump from the speakers. Now up close she could see the mischief swirling in his eyes. She wanted to do nothing more than to stay lost in everything he promised with just a look.

That was then, and now they were in their third city. So close to completing their little adventure.

“Penny for your thoughts” he whispers as he strokes her hair, with her head on his bare chest.

She grins to herself and rests her chin on him. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” she laughs.

He smiles and pokes her cheek, “Well duh, silly that’s why I asked” she laughs and sits up resting her weight on one hand. The thin sheet falls to her stomach exposing her bare chest and his eyes fall with the sheet.

“Eyes up here, mister” she snaps her fingers at his face. He smirks and grabs her by the waist bringing her to lay directly atop him. He groans a little as he feels her breasts press against him.

“Can’t help how tempting you are, wanna eat you right up” He nearly growls biting on her shoulder and kissing up her neck. She brushes the hair off his forehead and runs her finger across his eyebrows and down his nose stifling a moan when he reaches a certain sweet spot.

She huffs in disbelief at his stamina. They had been going at it for the better part of the night only stopping to grab water. Even then, he refused to let go of her and never took his hands off her. She ended up on the the small counter with his face between her legs lapping up her wetness. She had lost count of how many times he had brought her to her climax.

“I’m just thinking about how special I’m expecting Paris to be,” she says “You know since it will be our last city”  she finishes with slight disappointment laced in her voice. She looks down and presses her cheek on his chest once again.

“Hey now,” he starts grabbing hold of her chin and gently tilting her head up. “What’s with that frown bub” he says running his thumb over her lips. She opens her lips slightly and he places it on her tongue.

“Who said it has to be our last city.” he proposes

She sits up again this time placing both hands on either side of his head her breasts falling to hang over him. He grabs hold of both, kneading them with each hand.

“We made a pact, Harry.” her eyes flutter shut revelling in the feel of his hands. Her mouth drops open in the pleasure he was giving her.

“You don’t really want this to end now do you doll?” he says thrusting his hips up into her sensitive core and continue his massaging. She shakes her head slightly opening her eyes to stare into his.

“Of course you know I don’t want this to end” she huffs out starting to grind her center against his growing bulge.

He lets out a deep grunt feeling her slick lips against his shaft. “Then? Why put a stop to something that makes you feel so good.” he grunts again lifting his hips to follow her rhythm. She reaches down with her hand starting to stroke him and running her head over his slick head. She raises her hips and lets out a loud sigh followed by Harry’s deep groan as she finally sinks onto him. She starts to rotate her hips around in languid moves to try and make the feeling of him filling her up last.

“God, you’re gonna kill me with that speed baby” he moans out grabbing her hips and directing her movements. She rests down on her elbows to connect her mouth to his as he picks up the speed bucking up into her. Moans getting trapped in each others mouths and the slapping where their bodies meet fills the room.

Being tangled and consumed by him had become one of her favorite feelings. She didn’t want to end their arrangement, how could she when the feeling of him had her on cloud nine. It was pure bliss when they came together. Knowing the universe was timing them added to the magic. And she didn’t want to lose the magic. She was afraid that if they made this a routine thing, the thrill wouldn’t feel well, thrilling.

“I’m gonna cum Harry” she moans out squealing a little when she feels his thumb pressing on her sensitive bud.

“Go ahead love” he grunts picking up his pace on his finger work. She swivels around him one last moment before falling completely apart. The pleasure flowing through every part of her as her orgasm takes over her body, followed by a few more pumps from Harry coming down himself moments after.  

Her body drapes over his as they both take a moment to catch their breath. She takes hold of his hand and lies herself comfortably on him. He brings her knuckles up to his lips and presses a kiss.

“What are you afraid of?” he asks voice hoarse from their activities.

“I’m just worried that, if it ends up being a consistent thing you’ll grow bored” she frowns refusing to meet his eyes.

He scoffs rolling his eyes, “How could I ever grow tired of these” he says reaching down and grabbing her ass giving it a squeeze.

“You know what I mean you doofus!” she laughs moving up off him and getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom to clean up. She starts up the water to draw a bath and looks around for the bubble liquid. Harry walks up and leans against the doorframe watching her look around the cupboards. He comes up behind her looking at her through the mirror in front of them. He brings his hands up to her shoulders beginning to ease the tension she was starting to feel from this conversation.

“I do know what you mean, and I also know that I really really like you Y/N” he whispers pushing her hair to one side and licking up the now exposed shoulder. His hands going down to play with her breasts once again. She watched him through the mirror with a haze in her eyes she almost missed what he confessed, being to caught up in the feel of his hands. Her wide eyes meet his and he stares deeply. Almost as intensely as the first night they met.

“Do you really mean that?” she asks a little eagerly and eyes gleaming trying to hold back a smile. He has no problem holding back though and flips her to press his lips to hers in a kiss more gentle than the ones they’ve previously shared.

“I really mean it doll.” He admits pulling her towards the now filled tub. He shuts off the water and steps in keeping a tight hold of her hand as she steps into the tub as well. He takes a seat pulling her with him and she settles on his lap.

“I really like you too Harry” she grins feeling like a weight came off her chest with those words.

He smiles back and leans forward to kiss her again however, a little more eagerly. “I don’t know where the thought that I could ever get bored of your pretty face came from petal.” he laughs booping her nose. She rolls her eyes and wraps her arms around his neck kissing him with a new desperation.

“Something about baths makes me really wet” she mumbles into his lips smirking at her joke. He laughs lightly and reaches down to run his fingers along her slit.

“I’m going to make your pussy feel so good you’ll thank me we aren’t waiting until we meet again in Paris” he says licking his lips in anticipation.

“Maybe next time you won’t distract me so much you forgot to add the bubbles to my bath.” she laughs splashing him.  

“Babygirl we’re gonna be way busier with other things” he smirks pumping two fingers into her.

She was definitely glad she wasn’t going to have to wait another month to feel him all over her.