#im apparently always down to discuss jands

[tobesobri]

Hmmm request. Harry and y/n are watching a movie and there’s a long steamy sex scene. She’s sitting on his lap and he lets his hands wander. But doesn’t like say anything just watches the sex scene and starts touching her

oof okay this made me feel a way™️ so,,, 😬🥵 thanks for allowing me to indulge in some jand content

It was an indie movie, buried deep within Netflix because they’d already exhausted everything else. And it wasn’t a very good movie either. The acting was questionable. The plot seemed non-existent. Things happened that were never explained.

But, it led to some decent laughs, so they kept watching it.

The sexual nature of the movie helped too; that plenty of secret touching and innuendos had occurred which also led to the pressing together of thighs and odd shifting of weight on the couch they shared.

It wasn’t the first time they’d watched something like that together, but it was the first time they were stuck at home with each other for the past several months and had done nothing but indulged in each other at every waking second.

They sat sideways on the couch, Harry’s back pressed against the cushioned armrest and Y/N situated between his legs, laying across his chest. And it was most certainly not a stick he had poking into her backside. It made her smile more though, the longer he sat in complete silence and got hard knowing she knew everything about it. So, when the inevitable sex scene began to run its course on screen, the restlessness and the tension between them hit a head.

She felt him suck in a breath of air at the first steamy kiss on screen and within a matter of seconds afterwards, he slipped his arm around her waist, his right hand wandering onto her thigh with a mind of its own. Her eyes fled to his touch immediately, watching while his fingers slowly traveled across her bare skin. Both of them thankful for her habit of wearing oversized shirts around the house with no pants on underneath.

She was the one holding her breath when his hand finally met its destination. Seeing him there sent a buzzing through her entire system. He didn’t wear his rings, any rings around the house. His hands were completely bare. His knuckles prominent; his long fingers a reminder of what they knew how to do. What they had done in the past plenty of times before and now didn’t seem to be any different.

And if she were to turn around and see the expression on his face, his flared nostrils and furrowed brows, he wouldn’t have had to whisper what he did in her ear upon feeling her soaked panties under his callused fingertips.

Without looking away from the screen, he brought his lips closer to her ear. “See you are as wet as I thought you’d be.”

Her entire body inflamed with goosebumps as he began rubbing his fingers in circles over her panties. It was slow, teasing, and absentminded as they both continued to watch the movie. As she spread her legs out and his other arm curled around her waist to hold her in place, and they pretended nothing was even happening. That they were just sitting there, watching a drawn out sex scene in some random Netflix movie together. The characters on screen smack dab in the middle of foreplay themselves. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Although when he slipped his hand underneath the thin cotton fabric, and she gasped when he seamlessly continued what he was doing, he caused a bit of turbulence and she struggled to keep her eyes focused. He, on the other hand, didn’t remove his attention from the screen for one second. Even if her reactions to him sent a permanent smirk onto his lips.

It was fine for a while. She had her body mostly under control. She watched the TV and got more and more aroused the longer his fingers took care of what the movie was causing inside of her. It was casual. Him touching her while they watched the two people fall into a montage of rough sex. Casual.

That was… until Harry went a bit faster.

Then she began struggling to keep her cool, everyone of his muscles strained to keep her down as her body fought against it, and his voice returned at her ear, quietly and with the restraint she was clearly lacking.

“You alright there, love?”

She wanted to smack him. Of course she wasn’t fucking alright. His fingers were having a field day with her and there was still raunchy sex taking place on the TV.

Her exasperated laugh turned into moaning when he sunk his fingers into her and then spread her wetness over her clit, making what he was doing feel a million times better. He had three fingers on her, his middle one doing the most damage. He switched around though, sometimes using two and sometimes just his index finger, depending on which speed at which he wanted to unravel her. Not that he really ever did, however. Not completely.

Again, though, while she writhed against him, he just watched the movie. Slowing down when she was close, giving her a break while his smirk filled out his lips a bit more, before he went back to it. He was taunting her and she hated him, but also it felt so fucking good she didn’t want him to stop anyway.

Her hand clasped onto his left arm that was still very much firm against her waist and she dug her fingernails in, her backside lifting ever so slightly away from him when he brought her to the very edge again, only to be disappointed when he didn’t give her that release.

Then his touch was slow, almost barely even there as the sex scene came to a close, almost like he wanted her to watch it. Watch the characters on screen get what he refused to give to her. Watch as they came for each other and she had yet to come once the entire time since he’d snuck his devious, beautiful hand underneath her panties.

He felt every one of her breaths, too, as she panted. He felt her body vibrate against him when she whined for more. And then finally, he felt as she shifted until she was able to twist her head around and look up at him.

He glanced at her without moving anything but his eyes and the corners of his mouth. And, of course, his hand between her legs as it held her orgasm hostage like a carrot on a stick.

He lifted a curious brow at her pouted lips. “Need something?” He teased again.

She fluttered back to her previous position with a huff, coming down onto his chest hard that knocked the wind out of him. “You’re an asshole.”

“You missed most of the sex scene,” He said, deflecting. “Maybe we should rewind it.” He removed his left arm from her for the first time in the past five minutes and used his freed hand to swipe her hair over her shoulder and kiss her neck there, humming softly against her skin.

She followed his lips, lifting up until she was twisted again and able to kiss him. It took him by surprise, as his fingers froze on her and his eyebrows hit the ceiling. He expected her name-calling at his lack of mercy, but not this.

She pulled apart after a moment, however, and he realized why she was doing it and the evil look on his face returned.

“Harry, if you don’t let me come, I won’t let you for the rest of the time we’re stuck in this house together.

“Sounds like a challenge.”

She rolled her eyes, flopped back against him and grabbed hold of his right hand, attempting to pull it away so she could get up, but he refused quickly once he realized what she was doing.

And just as quickly, he fell back into his motions, giving into her. She whined again as she melted into his body once more, just like before. When she bucked her hips into his hand, he slid his left one back into place and held her down. She lifted one of her arms above her head, wrapping her hand around his neck where she pulled on his hair and whispered about how much she hated him.

“I love you too.” He mumbled with his lips against the top of her head, both of them watching his hand while she pulled the hem of her shirt out of the way for good. It was a better sight than any sex scene on TV anyways. His fingers slick as they rubbed against her glistening core. She was so pretty and warm and so fucking wet. He thought about fucking her until the sun went down. Thought about making her come in every which way he knew how to until she couldn’t handle it anymore.

And the way her body moved against his, her ass pressed onto his cock while she squirmed, it didn’t take much more than that to have him coming right alongside her, stifling his moans the best he could. He was a tad bit ashamed, but then again, she did weird things to him and the mess he’d made on himself and the one his fingers made on her just got him excited all over again thinking about hopping into the shower together.

When she came, her legs had pressed together and the hand that wasn’t tearing his hair out was around his wrist once it got to the point of overstimulation for her. But even when she fell against him in a sigh, he still remained in place.

And then he cleared his throat, “I, uh…” he stammered, breathlessly, “think we need to take a shower.”

She giggled, “Thought I felt something back there.”

Grumbling, he pulled his hand from her finally, wiping his fingers off onto her thigh before gently coercing her off of him to inspect the damage. And his boxer-briefs had done very little to keep everything in. Her shirt was stained. His underwear was stained. It really was a mess and his cheeks grew hot.

She laughed again. “That’s what you get for being a dick.”