***I want to dedicate this story to every poor girl who has a certain person at school who makes them incredibly horny and to every miserable girl who can’t focus on classes because she’s busy fantasizing about her crush fucking them in the school bathrooms, ok, thank you. ***
IMAGINE Harry came to visit you at Home on his day off. Your parents made you leave the door of your room open, not giving you two too much privacy. You’re laying on the bed, cuddling and watching TV. You try to focus on the movie, but all you can think about is his body – nibbling at the skin of his neck, digging your nails in his strong back, grasping his biceps. His broad shoulders, beautiful torso, V-lines. And his cock which now started growing hard under his jeans. Your breathing became heavier and he must have noticed, cause he looked down at you with a smirk. “Behave.” He scowled you, looking at the open door. “Harry, I need you.” You whined, crawling on top of him and straddling his waist. “We can’t.” He tried to resist, but when you pressed your hips down, you felt him fully hard. “But we have to.” You purred into his ear. “Because I am dripping wet for you.” You took his hand and guided it underneath your pants and you saw his pupils instantly turning dark. “Fuck, babe.” He hissed, biting his lip and having an internal battle between his mind and the arousal pressing against his jeans. “Lay on your side.” He ordered, grabbing the sheets and covering your bodies as he wrapped his arm around your waist from behind. He slid his hand down your body, his fingers spreading your lips and finding how wet you were as you parted your legs for him. He slipped his middle finger easily, your arousal coating his hand. “You are such a bad girl.” He whispered with this deep, raspy voice and just these words could make you come; he hooked his finger up, hitting your g-spot. “Shit.” You cried out, grasping the sheets. “Sshh… Stay. Quiet.” He said, working his finger faster. “You’re gonna come in a minute like this.” He smirked, pressing his lips under your earlobe.”I-I can’t.” You moaned, burying your face in the pillow to muffle the sounds. “It’s okay, love. Quiet.” He cooed you and held your trembling body firmly against his. Suddenly, you heard the steps from the corridor and your mum appeared at the door. His fingers stilled inside you and you took a breath to gather yourself and calm down. “The dinner will be ready soon.” Your mum said, smiling politely. “Okay…mu-mum.” Just as you spoke, Haz hit your g-spot again, making your eyes widen and cheeks flush in embarrassment – it took all your will power to stay still even though your body was burning. Fortunately, your mum left and you turned your head around to Harry, glaring at him. “You’re fucking evil.” You muttered and he grinned cheekily. “You wanted this.” He kissed the top of your nose playfully, winking innocently . He slid his hand between your bodies, unzipping his jeans and he pulled your pants down, pulling you up and positioning himself at you entrance. “Christ, you’re tight.” He gasped, pushing all of his length inside of you. You gripped onto his arm, his other hand covering your mouth to hush your moans. He started thrusting under the sheets, fucking you hard and fast from behind. “Haz…oh God.” You tried to make a sentence, panting and feeling the orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. He didn’t hold back, hitting his favourite spot inside you. He started going faster and harder, remembering you don’t have much time before your mum appears again. As if he knew how close you were, his fingers started circling on your clit, pushing you to your limits. You moaned his name loudly into his hand and you came hard, your body shaking in ecstasy. He couldn’t hold any longer and he spilled inside of you, filling you with his juices and groaning into your ear. His hips slowed down, giving you last, exhausted thrusts as he buried his head in the nook of your neck. “Do you think she heard?” You asked terrified and he grinned. “If she did, it’s your fault, dirty girl.” “It’s your fault, that’s how good you make me feel.” You stuck your tongue out at him, stretching on the bed. “Yea, you know it.” He smiled proudly, tiding himself up and getting up from the bed, pulling you with him for dinner.