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Awkward morning kisses. Going out. Movie nights. Car rides. Cooking.
Harry loves to do those with you ever since the two of you started dating. It was your kind of normal with him, and you have always love it too. There was never a day where one of you would end up being unhappy or disappointed, as you both have each other as always. Being with each other made everything possible. Your life with him was filled with happiness. And so was his.
You have never thought of anything besides of how would you love Harry again as if it felt like the first day you have fallen for him. And you have never failed to make him laugh at the end of the day. Each day, love was everywhere, even if it sounds cliche.
Nor, you wouldn't even thought of limited love whenever you are with him. Though one thing comes to mind from time to time. A wave of worry, filling your heart like a flood.
Would Harry also feel the same, how much would he go for him to love you back? Will there be a limit?
No matter how Harry shows his love to you in his own way, you couldn't help but think of it. You feel restless, you are uncomfortable whenever he holds your hand as if someday he would let go of you and never come back. Ending you in the cold, afraid and hurt.
But this is Harry. You know him better than anyone. Yet why are are thinking of such things? After all the two of you have been through. The days of waiting to meet each other, and the patience you have sacrificed, begging for Piu piu, now might end up being in the trash by your doubt.
Do you really need a love gauge just to make sure how sincere your relationship with him is?
You were sitting beside Harry, his arms around your shoulders as the two of you were watching a movie, all huddled together in a warm blanket with a bowl of popcorn that you made. Always done at 10 pm. Your only free time with him on a weekday. But then, tomorrow will be Saturday, so you can have each other for tomorrow.
You glanced at Harry, not even focusing on the movie in front. This wave of worry now piling up like a leaking hose, unable to tape closed. The thought made you gulp, feeling a heavy weight on your heart as you stared at his face. Your eyes stared at him with love but with a hint of doubt.
Harry noticed how you are now not watching the movie and turned his head to face you. He showed a small smile and bumped his forehead against yours to gain your attention as you looked like your mind was off somewhere. It took you seconds to come back to reality to see Harry staring back at you with his head tilt.
"What?" You said with an awkward laugh. You slowly looked away from his gaze, trying to focus back to the movie.
"You've been staring at me earlier," Harry replied, shifting close for more warmth. You leaned away, feeling his weight on you, now he's asking for your attention. "Is there something wrong?" He asked.
"Nothing..." You said almost immediately. You casually popped in a popcorn in your mouth, trying to change the topic. If there is something to talk about, for sure it would not be about your doubts about your relationship with him. No way you could say that.
"Are you sure? I know that look."
You sighed. But still you chose not to meet his eyes and just watched the movie even though your mind was not helping on focusing only that and not Harry's soft voice. It took you a long while to give up when he was still staring at you. You turned your head back to him, and when your eyes met, you felt your heart almost jumping out of your chest. You forgot how intense his gaze was until you saw it.
You were contemplating whether you tell Harry or just shrug it off, and just find a way to change the topic. But then it will take you at least a five-paged plan to make him convinced. And there was never a time that you have convinced Harry with your lies, he would always ended up knowing everything and have you confess to him. And that is a bad thing. Very.
So what did you do?
You shrugged to let your hand out of the blanket to hold his face to pull him into a soft kiss. Your lips fitted together as soon a they touched. And you know damn well how your heart was making firecrackers in your chest, that its heat travelled all the way to your cheeks.
Out of reflex, Harry kissed back, sighing as he relaxed of your sudden gesture. His hand escaped from the blanket to hold your jaw to pull you close. Your lips moved in sync against his, so slow yet felt pleasant. You couldn't help but smiled into the kiss as you felt how gentle Harry's hold was and how he was careful when he pulled you closer. You were a bit embarrassed of how he could find out how hot your face is right now, but still you melted into his soft kisses.
You almost let out a gasp when Harry suddenly yanked you up and put you on his lap, his waist were now in between your thighs. Your eyes widened as you let go of the kiss, to react. You looked down to see Harry looking so worried, staring deeply into your eyes.
"What's making you feel so restless these days...?" He whispered. His hands were now on your arms, caressing them with such care, making you feel shivers down your spine. You almost reacted again when Harry leaned to kiss your neck. "Please tell me or I will not find it out to help you..."
Harry began to suck into your kiss while his hands were busy touching your body. You almost let out a moan when he squeezed both sides of your waist along with sucking on your collarbone bone. Your hands find themselves gripping onto his shoulders as you felt pleasure coming.
"I can't..." You managed to blurt out while trying not to moan from his touch. "I don't want to..."
Harry hummed against your skin. "Being stubborn are we?" He muttered. "What am I going to do with you, Y/n?"
Your face had changed to a deep red when you suddenly felt a bulge underneath you while you were squirming from Harry's touches. You know what is happening down there right now. And you warned yourself not to ever look down. There were many no's in your mind right now, fighting off the yes's. You somehow regretted how you made the first move earlier, now you find yourself being trapped by a predator's trap.
You managed to have the strength to push Harry away to let him focus on you. And so that you could talk to him properly seemed it is unfair to talk while you're in a moaning mess. You squished Harry's cheeks to stop him from going back to create more path of hickeys on your skin. You could tell how he was disappointed of how you stopped him.
You just needed one answer from him. It won't hurt to ask one right? Even if how cliche it sounds.
"Do you ever believe in love?"
Harry stared at you for a moment, tilting his head as he leaned on your palms, feeling a bit relaxed. He was fighting the urge to kiss your hands right now. "You're bringing back the conversation we had when we were still talking through chat..." He remembered, which you just nodded. He hummed, nodding back. "Well, as cliche as it sounds..." See? "I sure told you before that I don't, I don't believe in love at all. Ever since I have known about my parent's relationship. It sounds ridiculous I might add. Love? Does that even exist, when I grew up with such parents."
You waited. You didn't utter a word to disturb him. You hands just stayed there on his cheeks, feeling them move as he talks.
Harry then met your eyes with such sincerity, which surprised you. Somehow, you felt your heart shake in an unexplainable way. Harry smiled as he watched your reaction, he didn't wait to hold your hand and pulled them to a warm and slow kiss. "But then I love you..." He whispered, his voice was deep with seriousness laced in it. "I ended up loving you..."
You were silent.
"Would that be a decent answer for you?" Harry added, moving his head close to see your face since the light from the TV were hiding it. "Hm?"
"I knew it..." You muttered.
You were stupid enough to doubt him.
"You knew what-?" Harry was cut off when you started to pull him again into a deep kiss. His eyes widened in surprise but he didn't hesitate to kiss you back, his hands find their way back to your waist then to your back, exploring every space of it. His touch made you give him permission to slide his tongue in your mouth. The both of you shared the flavor of the popcorn you ate together as your tongues touched inside, dancing and gliding.
You moved your hips close which you earned a groan from Harry as you touched his bulge beneath you. You began to ride him, slowly and teasingly as a payback for what he did earlier. The sensation made Harry pulled out from the kiss, gasping as you continue to move. He leaned his forehead on your shoulder as he panted. "God... Y/n..." He breathed.
You showed a smile of triumph. You leaned to his ear and asked, "what am I going to do with you, Harry?" You copied his line. Harry laughed while also groaning out of pleasure.
You felt your body tremble to feel Harry underneath you. You stopped, exhausted from moving, sighing in relief as you relaxed on him. You managed to lift your hands to his face and pull him back to a loving kiss. You let out a moan when Harry's hands began to move again to touch you.
"Why'd you stop?" He asked with a groan, feeling how you are holding him from below. "I was so close..." He said out of disappointment which made you laugh, smacking his shoulders teasingly.
While his one hand was busy pleasuring you from the top, his other hand began to pull himself out. You almost let out a small gasp when you saw it and how he was stroking it to spread the pre-cum down to the shaft. You gulped, staring deeply as you watched Harry let out another groan, pleasuring himself while also pleasuring you. You felt a bit tightness in you, eyeing every bit of him.
"Now I have found another reason of why I love you..." You commented with a moan.
Harry let out a loud laugh. He leaned to give you a small kiss to stop you from focusing his shaft but he failed which made him laugh more. "You have seen this before, what's with that reaction?" He questioned.
You rolled your eyes. You decided to ignore Harry to pull out your PJs and everything you wore underneath and sat back down on his lap. And gosh you have never thought that you'll be wet for your boyfriend's cock. It had never failed to make you feel like this.
You decided to hold him with both hands. The temperature of your skin made Harry groan, pulling his head back as you began to stroke it again. He still got the strength to raise his hand to stop you and put it on your jaw to pull you close for another kiss, which made you lift you up, the right distance to point his cock to you. And as you move back down, you let out a gasp, almost like a moan, eyes wide of surprise. While Harry was in a groaning mess as he felt himself inside you.
"Oh, my god..." You breathed. Your hold on Harry's shoulders tightens. You tried to relax but every millimeter of movement, you would let out a sound. "This is so..." Your voice were cut off when you felt Harry's hands squeezing your hips.
"Harry...." You choked out, leaning your head on his. And as soon as your lips met, you began to move, each drop earns a muffled sound and harsh breathing from both of you.
"It okay..." Harry reassured, his hold became gentle as you move. "Just move... God... Y/n..." He cannot even finish his words. He instead let out a breathy laugh, trying not to produce any more sounds in every drop you give. "... Slow down a bit..." He stammered, choking on his voice. He was begging yet you didn't listen and just moved at a very fast pace, moaning loudly as each move tightens you.
"Tight..." Harry grunted. He managed to put his lips back to you to cover your loud moans. His hand wrapped your hair to pull them back to tell you to slow down.
You pulled away from the kiss and glared at Harry. "Why did you stop?" You panted.
Harry sighed, he still feel his cock throbbing inside of you but he tried to ignore it. He leaned again to give you a short peck. "Y/n, I love you but damn..." He chuckled. "I didn't know you could move like that..." And his comment made you flush beet red. All of the confidence were vanished like thin air as if it was never there. You then let out a small moan when Harry pulled you close, his hands on your ass, squeezing them. "I like it..." He added. "But I want to take this slow..."
"Why...?" You stammered when Harry began to guide you slowly. You were moving again.
Your lips met Harry's. A soft kiss with no lust, not even a hint. Just tenderness, care, gentleness. His lips on your move like the slow flow of the water. And each thrust gives you felt like magic, it was a whole new feeling of pleasure. And you liked it, making you sigh with a moan as you relaxed in his arms, letting him guide you.
"Let me love you..." Harry whispered in between kisses. "As I always do..."
"Mhm..." You replied. You felt too good to utter a word.
"That's it..." Harry added, watching you move slowly as his hands roamed around your body. Cupping and playing your breasts slowly, like a playful torture to your body. "Move like that..." He began to pant. ".... I love you...."
In every move he does, he never missed the chance to utter those three words in your ears. They were sweet, and in every tone was filled with such gentleness and love. Harry never failed to reassure you with his soft voice, whispering you with confessions that made you feel like in a frenzy. It sounded like a mantra, it sounded like a song. Filling you up full, your heart, your body, everything. There was nothing that he missed just to make sure you are loved by him. And him only.
"I love you..."
The love gauge cannot even measure how deep his love for you.