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1st June 2012

1dsexuallfrustrations:

Harry.
I strode up the stairs of my flat, sighing quietly. My boyfriend, Harry, had been sick and crashing with me. For a week. I loved him dearly, but I was becoming just a little bit tired of running around for him, and I was beginning to doubt his sickness. I made my way into my bedroom, seeing Harry curled up under the covers of my bed.
“Hey, Haz,” I said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed and stroking his hair soothingly, “how are you feeling?”
He coughed lightly, yet looked completely casual. “A little better…” he said, his voice low and a little croaked. He looked up at me with weak eyes, a bit of a pout in his expression, and I sighed.
“Do you want me to get you anything?” I asked softly, running her fingers through his curls. He shook his head, taking my hand into his.
“No,” he said, coughing again, “I don’t want to be a bother to you.” I gave him a half smile, pushing his fringe out of his face and kissing his forehead. I got up from the bed and went to walk away, but Harry pulled on my hand. “Um… actually… could you get me a glass of orange juice?”
I heard another weak croak from his throat and smiled. “Of course, sweetheart.” I turned to leave again, but he pulled on me once again.
“And maybe some of that delicious fruit salad you made?” he asked, staring up at me. I smiled modestly, nodding. I turned once again to leave, but he pulled me back once more. He paused for a moment, still pulling me, almost as if trying to pull me into the bed. “And love?”
“Yes, Haz?”
“Could you, pretty please, suck my cock?” he asked sincerely, staring up at me with that charming half-smirk, biting his lip. I froze.
“Wh-what?”
“I’ve been thinking,” he began, pulling my arm closer again, “maybe I just need to cum in that pretty mouth of yours.” I knew I was blushing.
“I… I-I dunno…”
“Please?” he pleaded, still smirking. “Maybe I’ll feel better if you go down on me.” I paused, but figured that it was a lot better than running around the flat and acting as though I actually believed that Harry was sick, and maybe I could even get something out of it for the first time this week. So I smirked back at him and tore the covers from over him. I blushed again at the sight of his half-hard cock indenting in his pajama pants. I climbed over him, straddling him gently, leaning down, and kissing him softly. Harry slowly reached up to cup my face, his tongue easing between my lips and tracing the inside of my mouth.
I traced my hand down the contours of his body, softly palming Harry’s cock. His hips jerked lightly, a soft groan escaping his lips. I slid my hand beneath his pajama pants, palming him once again through his Calvins. Harry chuckled now.
“Wow, love,” he began, a cheeky edge to his voice that I was very familiar with, “you must enjoy touching it.” I stroked over the bulge, feeling him become almost fully hard after a few moments of teasing him. I kissed my way down his neck, sucking and biting along his collarbone as I pulled the collar of his tee down. I moved down, pulling his pajama pants off and tossing them aside.
With a smirk, I slowly slid the waistband of the boxer briefs down, just enough for his thick cock to spring free. I looked up, seeing Harry staring down at me with heavy lids and wanting eyes, a smirk of his own plastered on his lips as I took the base of his length into my hand. “You gonna play with it or you gonna suck it?” he asked. I half-glared at him, pushing his cock up just a bit before dragging my tongue all the way from his balls to the very slit of his cock. He shuddered, then began to cover it with a chuckle. “Fuck, that’s what I wanted…”
I flicked my tongue over his sensitive slit a few more times, teasing the ever so sensitive nerve endings there. Harry shuddered again, a large hand fisted in the sheets. I drew my lips over the head of his cock, sucking the dark head into my mouth and sucking gently. Harry let out a low, guttural moan at the sensation and I giggled, causing him to jerk up a little at the vibrations. I carefully took in a few more inches, bobbing on his cock. Harry buried his hands in my hair, guiding my mouth along his hard cock.
“Mmm,” Harry moaned, looking down at me with a small smirk, “I’ve always thought you’ve had a good cocksucking mouth. Aren’t you my little cockslut, love?” I peeked up at him, rolling my eyes at him. When I didn’t answer, Harry spoke again. “Who’s my pretty little cockslut?” I ignored him, continuing to bob on his length. He furrowed his brow, pushing down on my head and forcing more of his cock into my mouth and pushing in my throat and holding me there. “Who is my pretty little cockslut?”
I pulled away, gagging and coughing. “M-me…!” I choked out, tears burning my eyes. “I-I’m your cockslut…”
“Good girl,” he told me, smiling. “Now keep going.” I nodded, staring up at him as I continued to bob on his cock, taking in as much as I could, moving back up to suck the precum from his slit, then repeating. I groaned around him; I couldn’t help it anymore, and I let her own hand snake underneath my shorts and panties to tease myself. My fingers traced my entrance, now incredibly slick and hot just from blowing Harry. I gently slid my middle finger against my clit, moving in slow circles, and it felt like heaven. Harry smirked down at me. “Look at you. You fucking love it,” he groaned lowly. “You want me to pound you?” he asked. I stared up at him with weak, watery eyes, nodding around his cock. I pulled him from my mouth with an obscene pop, and Harry sat up, pulling his shirt off as quick as possible before flipping me onto my back and taking my shirt off as well.
Harry tugged my shorts and panties off of my legs, tossing them aside and settling between my legs, pushing my leg up over his shoulder. “I’m gonna fuck your gorgeous pussy ‘til you’re dizzy. That alright with you?” I could only let out a needy groan, then a gasp for air when he shoved himself into me.
“Oh, fuck…!” I cried, feeling him stretch me. Harry chuckled lowly in my ear as he pumped, licking over the shell of her my and biting the lobe gently.
“You’re so tight and wet,” he groaned into my ear, his breath hot and heavy. He sped his thrusts up a bit, shoving himself in harder and making me cry out. I clenched my muscles around him and he let out a deep grunt. “God, shit…” he said throatily, his hand snaking up to gently squeeze around my throat, “I want my hungry little cockslut on all fours. Now.”
My head was spinning as I pulled away from Harry and adjusted myself on my hands and knees. How did this go from sucking off my faking boyfriend to letting him completley own me? My thoughts were ripped off their tracks when Harry grabbed a fistful of her my and jammed his cock back into me, making me cry out in pain and pleasure.
“Oh, fuck, Haz…!” I cried out, “fuck me, Harry!!” And that he did; he pulled on my hair, thrusting his hips up into me harder, faster, until tears started burning the corners of my eyes. I clenched hard around him again, making him yell.
“Hnngh, I’m close, Hazel…” he groaned. “I’m gonna cum… you want me to cum inside of you, love…?”
I was panting, moaning, coming completely undone as Harry continued to pound into me, bent over and in his arms. “God, yes… fill me, Harry…” I managed to say, feeling Harry begin to lean down and pepper my back and shoulders with kisses and bites. His hips stuttered forward, then snapped into me, his cock spilling the hottest, stickiest cum I’d ever felt, and I cried out again, clenching around his softening cock as I finally orgasmed, chanting out his name.
We both collapsed onto my bed, panting, sweating, and sore. Harry moved himself off of me, pulling me close to his chest. “Love… I love you so much…” he told me, kissing my face.
“I love you more, Harry,” I told him, brushing messy, sweat-dreched hair out of his eyes. “So. Are you feeling any better?”
- rory-odair

Harry.

I strode up the stairs of my flat, sighing quietly. My boyfriend, Harry, had been sick and crashing with me. For a week. I loved him dearly, but I was becoming just a little bit tired of running around for him, and I was beginning to doubt his sickness. I made my way into my bedroom, seeing Harry curled up under the covers of my bed.

“Hey, Haz,” I said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed and stroking his hair soothingly, “how are you feeling?”

He coughed lightly, yet looked completely casual. “A little better…” he said, his voice low and a little croaked. He looked up at me with weak eyes, a bit of a pout in his expression, and I sighed.

“Do you want me to get you anything?” I asked softly, running her fingers through his curls. He shook his head, taking my hand into his.

“No,” he said, coughing again, “I don’t want to be a bother to you.” I gave him a half smile, pushing his fringe out of his face and kissing his forehead. I got up from the bed and went to walk away, but Harry pulled on my hand. “Um… actually… could you get me a glass of orange juice?”

I heard another weak croak from his throat and smiled. “Of course, sweetheart.” I turned to leave again, but he pulled on me once again.

“And maybe some of that delicious fruit salad you made?” he asked, staring up at me. I smiled modestly, nodding. I turned once again to leave, but he pulled me back once more. He paused for a moment, still pulling me, almost as if trying to pull me into the bed. “And love?”

“Yes, Haz?”

“Could you, pretty please, suck my cock?” he asked sincerely, staring up at me with that charming half-smirk, biting his lip. I froze.

“Wh-what?”

“I’ve been thinking,” he began, pulling my arm closer again, “maybe I just need to cum in that pretty mouth of yours.” I knew I was blushing.

“I… I-I dunno…”

“Please?” he pleaded, still smirking. “Maybe I’ll feel better if you go down on me.” I paused, but figured that it was a lot better than running around the flat and acting as though I actually believed that Harry was sick, and maybe I could even get something out of it for the first time this week. So I smirked back at him and tore the covers from over him. I blushed again at the sight of his half-hard cock indenting in his pajama pants. I climbed over him, straddling him gently, leaning down, and kissing him softly. Harry slowly reached up to cup my face, his tongue easing between my lips and tracing the inside of my mouth.

I traced my hand down the contours of his body, softly palming Harry’s cock. His hips jerked lightly, a soft groan escaping his lips. I slid my hand beneath his pajama pants, palming him once again through his Calvins. Harry chuckled now.

“Wow, love,” he began, a cheeky edge to his voice that I was very familiar with, “you must enjoy touching it.” I stroked over the bulge, feeling him become almost fully hard after a few moments of teasing him. I kissed my way down his neck, sucking and biting along his collarbone as I pulled the collar of his tee down. I moved down, pulling his pajama pants off and tossing them aside.

With a smirk, I slowly slid the waistband of the boxer briefs down, just enough for his thick cock to spring free. I looked up, seeing Harry staring down at me with heavy lids and wanting eyes, a smirk of his own plastered on his lips as I took the base of his length into my hand. “You gonna play with it or you gonna suck it?” he asked. I half-glared at him, pushing his cock up just a bit before dragging my tongue all the way from his balls to the very slit of his cock. He shuddered, then began to cover it with a chuckle. “Fuck, that’s what I wanted…”

I flicked my tongue over his sensitive slit a few more times, teasing the ever so sensitive nerve endings there. Harry shuddered again, a large hand fisted in the sheets. I drew my lips over the head of his cock, sucking the dark head into my mouth and sucking gently. Harry let out a low, guttural moan at the sensation and I giggled, causing him to jerk up a little at the vibrations. I carefully took in a few more inches, bobbing on his cock. Harry buried his hands in my hair, guiding my mouth along his hard cock.

“Mmm,” Harry moaned, looking down at me with a small smirk, “I’ve always thought you’ve had a good cocksucking mouth. Aren’t you my little cockslut, love?” I peeked up at him, rolling my eyes at him. When I didn’t answer, Harry spoke again. “Who’s my pretty little cockslut?” I ignored him, continuing to bob on his length. He furrowed his brow, pushing down on my head and forcing more of his cock into my mouth and pushing in my throat and holding me there. “Who is my pretty little cockslut?”

I pulled away, gagging and coughing. “M-me…!” I choked out, tears burning my eyes. “I-I’m your cockslut…”

“Good girl,” he told me, smiling. “Now keep going.” I nodded, staring up at him as I continued to bob on his cock, taking in as much as I could, moving back up to suck the precum from his slit, then repeating. I groaned around him; I couldn’t help it anymore, and I let her own hand snake underneath my shorts and panties to tease myself. My fingers traced my entrance, now incredibly slick and hot just from blowing Harry. I gently slid my middle finger against my clit, moving in slow circles, and it felt like heaven. Harry smirked down at me. “Look at you. You fucking love it,” he groaned lowly. “You want me to pound you?” he asked. I stared up at him with weak, watery eyes, nodding around his cock. I pulled him from my mouth with an obscene pop, and Harry sat up, pulling his shirt off as quick as possible before flipping me onto my back and taking my shirt off as well.

Harry tugged my shorts and panties off of my legs, tossing them aside and settling between my legs, pushing my leg up over his shoulder. “I’m gonna fuck your gorgeous pussy ‘til you’re dizzy. That alright with you?” I could only let out a needy groan, then a gasp for air when he shoved himself into me.

“Oh, fuck…!” I cried, feeling him stretch me. Harry chuckled lowly in my ear as he pumped, licking over the shell of her my and biting the lobe gently.

“You’re so tight and wet,” he groaned into my ear, his breath hot and heavy. He sped his thrusts up a bit, shoving himself in harder and making me cry out. I clenched my muscles around him and he let out a deep grunt. “God, shit…” he said throatily, his hand snaking up to gently squeeze around my throat, “I want my hungry little cockslut on all fours. Now.”

My head was spinning as I pulled away from Harry and adjusted myself on my hands and knees. How did this go from sucking off my faking boyfriend to letting him completley own me? My thoughts were ripped off their tracks when Harry grabbed a fistful of her my and jammed his cock back into me, making me cry out in pain and pleasure.

“Oh, fuck, Haz…!” I cried out, “fuck me, Harry!!” And that he did; he pulled on my hair, thrusting his hips up into me harder, faster, until tears started burning the corners of my eyes. I clenched hard around him again, making him yell.

“Hnngh, I’m close, Hazel…” he groaned. “I’m gonna cum… you want me to cum inside of you, love…?”

I was panting, moaning, coming completely undone as Harry continued to pound into me, bent over and in his arms. “God, yes… fill me, Harry…” I managed to say, feeling Harry begin to lean down and pepper my back and shoulders with kisses and bites. His hips stuttered forward, then snapped into me, his cock spilling the hottest, stickiest cum I’d ever felt, and I cried out again, clenching around his softening cock as I finally orgasmed, chanting out his name.

We both collapsed onto my bed, panting, sweating, and sore. Harry moved himself off of me, pulling me close to his chest. “Love… I love you so much…” he told me, kissing my face.

“I love you more, Harry,” I told him, brushing messy, sweat-dreched hair out of his eyes. “So. Are you feeling any better?”

- rory-odair