His hands reached across you, drawing lightly on your stomach. They went down further and further, tickling you slightly and making you gasp at the feeling. He stopped right above your waistband and leaned over, his hot breath caressing your neck, and whispered ‘Should I?’
You shot up like a rocket and realized the sheets were drenched in sweat. You glanced over to Harry’s side of the bed, trying not to get your hopes up that he would be there when you glanced over, Nope, not a chance. Sitting up, you knew there was no hope for sleeping anymore, every time you actually got to sleep, dreams of Harry would torment you all night. God, the tours were so hard. You missed everything about him. His kisses, his hands, everything kept you up, hoping for him.
You went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on your face, hoping to lower your body temperature and help you get some rest. You walked out of the bathroom, quiet. You laid down, and heard a familiar slow voice whispering to you.
"Come here and let me punish you."
You woke up and it was noon. There were three failed video calls, eighteen text messages, and nine missed calls, all from Harry. You sighed. This was not doing anything good for you, you just missed him so much. Instead of calling Harry, you got up and called Danielle.
"Okay, this may sound crazy…"
Three weeks later, you, Danielle, Perrie, and Eleanor were on a plane to the boys next show in Australia. “You know you’re crazy, right, Y/N?” Danielle sat with her arms behind her head, eyes closed.
"Yes. But… okay fine, there are is no logical explanation." You sighed and took a drink out of your margarita. The flight attendant came and let you know the plane was landing very soon. You smiled and waited to see the love of your life again.
The arena was a ways away from the hotel, but a quick call to Paul made sure for him not to worry when he came in and searched the boy’s rooms later that night.
Three hours later, you heard the boys in the hall, and slid into the bathroom, wanting to surprise him. The key slid into the automated lock, and the door opened, bringing Harry’s loud footsteps. He was muttering under his breath, and his voice nearly sent you over the edge. This was no dream.
You rushed out of the bathroom in your black skinny jeans and tight gray camisole, and wrapped your arms around Harry. You kissed his ear. “Hi.” You said seductively.
It was hardly necessary, as soon as Harry saw it was you, he pressed his lips to yours ferociously, taking complete control over you. You didn’t mind, this is what you had wanted for the last 5 months he was gone. His hands seemed uncertain, almost scared.
He pulled back and his eyes drifted over you and you felt heat rise to your cheeks. He touched your cheek tentatively, and pulled you back in.
Harry wasn’t much of a talker, and you knew that he said everything with those beautiful green eyes. You kissed him back, and then he truly knew.
He pushed you back against the wall, wrestling with your jeans. He finally got them off and laced his long fingers in your hair. You pulled away and moaned as he attacked your neck, licking and biting gently, smiling through a couple of kisses when you pulled his head even closer to you.
Since he never really wore his jeans up it wasn’t hard for you to tug them down swiftly. You tried to palm him through his boxers but he stopped you. “Stop.”
Almost as quickly, his boxers were down and you felt his head rubbing against your opening, making you whimper. You were ready to beg, which meant that was an amazing feat, because you never begged.
Harry looked indecisive, and decided against making you beg, because he was just as horny as you were. He thrusted into you quickly and deeply, sucking on your neck, making you screech his name so loudly, it hurt your throat.
He continued over and over, rubbing your clit and going deeper each time, hitting your g-spot, and torturing you and replenishing you at the same time.
He orgasmed inside you, breathing heavily into your ear, making you come also. You slid down the wall, taking Harry with you onto the floor. You felt him play with your hair as your breathing finally slowed. You pulled him on top of you and kissed him deeply. “I missed you so much.” You whispered through kisses.
"I missed you too. More than you know." He buried his face between your breasts, and fell asleep.
This is my first dirty imagine, tell me what you think!