Request: Mmmkay… I love the idea of Harry watching me. Maybe a smut where you’re just friends who share an apartment together. He sees/heard you masturbate… Massively turns him on and sexy times ensues??

For the second night in a row Harry opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. He had just been drifting off to sleep when something brought him back to reality. He lay there listening intently, wondering if it was the same thing as yesterday. Soon his ears pricked as he heard the small noise come again from the room next door, your room. His breath caught in his chest, his tongue wet his lips, and his hand crept down his long torso towards his already hardening length. He knew what you were doing in there. He could hear the soft moans that fell from your mouth and his mind was filled with what he imagined you looked like as you touched yourself. Your body lying under soft sheets, your fingers pressed into your swollen flesh at your center as you teased a moan from your own lips. His own groan escaped as he pressed a hand to his warm taut skin. He rubbed a thumb over his tip, smearing the small pearl that had already appeared. His mind blank except for images of you with your jaw slack, breaths coming fast as your own fingers pumped in and out. He groaned again. His ears strained to hear more of you and he was rewarded with another small whine. His fingers wrapped tightly around his shaft, stroking back and forth, back and forth, imagining that he was keeping pace with you. Faster and faster his speed increased, holding himself back until he heard you, through the walls, start to unravel. He heard you cry out, heard you utter a few curses. His own release coming with yours, punctuated by a groan deep in his chest. But then his heart skipped a beat, jumping into his throat. His own fist tightened around himself, making him flinch from the sensitivity.

Had he just heard you say his name? Were you thinking about him while you touched yourself?

It was these thoughts that kept Harry awake still long after you had finally fallen asleep. The number of times he had secretly watched you. The times that he had to fight to keep his hand from reaching out and touching you when you walked by. The deep breaths he held in when you walked out, fresh from the shower, wrapped only in a towel. In those moments he wanted to yank that towel from your body and lick every droplet of water from your skin.

But he never did. He would just clear his throat and keep on pretending that he didn’t dreamed of having those long legs wrapped around him as he buried himself inside you.

Harry rolled over in his bed. His sheets felt hot. His body felt sweaty. He was so uncomfortable.

And it was all your fault. Well, yours and these damn thin walls.

It took a while, but finally he fell into a restless sleep.

The next morning, Harry untangled himself from his sheets and walked straight into his bathroom. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and scowled. It had a been a long sleepless night, the dark circles under his eyes telling the world that he had something on his mind. He splashed his face with cold water and pulled on a pair of soft loose joggers. With no shirt on and pants riding low on his hips, he walked out of his room.

Harry wanted to make sure that he hadn’t been hearing things last night. He didn’t want to make a move on you if you didn’t feel the same way about him as he did you. But one look from you was all it would take for him to have you up against a wall, his lips attached to yours, coaxing a new series of sighs from you.

One look was all he wanted.

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You were sitting on the couch with a bowl of cereal in your hand as you watched telly.

“Morning..” Harry said as he walked past you and headed for the kitchen.

You turned your head at the sound of his voice and you watched with your bottom lip between your teeth as he made his way into the other room. “Morning!” You called after him and thought back to last night. For the last two nights you hadn’t been able to stop yourself when thoughts of Harry made their way to the forefront of your mind. Now here he was shirtless and with those damn low waisted sweats hanging off of his hips and all you wanted to do was take him right there on this couch.

Fuck.

You shook the thoughts from your mind when he plopped himself down next to you. You set your bowl down and cleared your throat, asking what you thought was an innocent question. “Sleep okay last night?”

Harry glanced over at you, his expression a mixture of confusion, exhaustion and what looked like lust, written across his features. It made you swallow hard and you watched his eyes travel over the skin of your neck and down to the low cut v of your top. Your breasts unencumbered by any bra, you felt your nipples harden under his gaze. You knew that in that moment your face had flushed and that he could see it. "I actually woke up once. I heard a noise.“ His voice was low and deep and you could feel it in your center.

Your cheeks flamed red.

Had he heard you? Is that what he was referencing?

Your voice was soft. "A noise?”

Harry smirked slightly. “Yeah, sounded a little like a moan.” He licked his lips. “You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”

Oh shit. He had heard you. God. You hoped with all your heart that he hadn’t heard his name slip out. You hadn’t meant to say it, but it came out all the same.

You stayed silent for a moment and Harry continued.

“The moan woke me up, but the rest of what I heard kept me awake.” You watched as he shifted himself on the couch and you couldn’t help but lick your lips, thinking about the fact that there was only a little bit a fabric between you and him. Harry’s eyes were glued to your mouth.
“You have the most beautiful lips. Did you know that?”

Your eyes shot up to his face. He’d never said anything like that to you before. You’d dreamed of it, but now the words were really leaving his mouth. You subconsciously wet them again, your tongue swiping across the bottom one and Harry’s eyes watching its every move. It was now or never you told yourself. You needed to make your move, but Harry was faster.

His hand reached out towards your face. He cupped your jaw and traced the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip. Your jaw fell open a little at the touch and Harry smiled. “This is what I imagined you looked like last night as you touched yourself.” Your eyes grew wide. “Yes, I heard you. Heard those soft little moans. Heard the whines.” His thumb continued its movements, dragging over your top lip. “I heard you call out my name when you came. Do you think of me when you touch yourself, kitten?”

The pet name made you quickly suck in a breath. You felt yourself growing wetter by the second and clenched your thighs together to calm the ache that was starting to build.

Harry’s hand traveled lower, his fingers dipping down to the neck of your shirt. “You didn’t answer me. Do you?”

You swallowed and nodded. “Sometimes.”

His hand moved over the fabric of your shirt. His knuckles brushing over your pert nipple. “And did you last night?” You nodded again and he smiled. “Good, because I was thinking about you too.”

Harry’s hand wrapped around to the back of your neck as he drew you closer to him. He pressed his lips to yours. Your mouths molded to each others. His tongue swiped over your lips, asking for entrance and you opened to him. He tasted sweet and you moaned against his lips. You felt yourself being settled back onto the couch, Harry’s body pressing you into the cushions. His hands moved down you sides. One coming back up to cup your breast through your thin shirt. His lips pulled away from your just barely. “I’ve wanted to do this for weeks. Listening to you in there. Knowing that you were touching yourself. I wanted it to be me that made you cry out.”

Your breathing was growing faster. Your own hands moved down Harry’s chest. You traced your fingers over his tattoos before sinking them down into the waistband of his sweats. Your fingers brushed against him and his hips pushed back. You wrapped your small hand around him and he groaned. This is what you’ve wanted. You had dreamed of him hovering above you like this. His face flushed just like it was now. Your voice was soft and full of need with your next words.
“Oh god, Harry, I need you..”

That was all he needed to hear. He sat back on his calves, resting between your legs. His eyes staring down at you, Harry grabbed the bottom of your shirt and made quick work pulling it over your head. Then he sank his fingers into your small, thin shorts and worked them down over your hips, taking the small lace panties with them. He tossed them somewhere over his shoulder and let his gaze take in all of you. His finger tips ghosted over your skin from head to toe. “Oh, kitten, such a pretty little body.” He leaned forward and let you push his pants down over his hips. You bit your lip at your first full sight of him. His face floated over you, his lips touching to your skin every few inches, leaving what felt like scorch marks along your body. He poised himself at your entrance, rubbed his tip up your already soaking slit.

“I’m going to give you a reason to call out my name now.” And with those words he sank into you, burying himself deeper and then holding still.

You felt yourself stretch around him and moaned out at the pleasurable ache of it. “Oh god…yes…Harry.”

He started to move, thrusting slowly in and out, creating a smooth rhythm with your own rocking hips. With each stroke he pushed as deep as he could go and his thumb rubbed circles over your tiny bundle of nerves, sending shoots of pleasure through you. He bent down to you and his lips attacked your own. His kisses were heated and passionate. His speed picked up as he moved his lips to your neck. “Your skin tastes so sweet.” He bit and sucked at your skin, a tiny little red mark appearing under his lips. His big hands gripped your hips and he raised you just slightly off the couch, changing your angle. Now with each dip of his hips, his tip brushed against your soft front wall, making you cry out. You could feel your high starting to build in your belly with each thrust. Harry nipped one last time at your collarbone before rising up and pushing into you hard and fast. You watched his muscles flex, sweat starting to appear on his chest. His eyes closed and you could feel yourself teetering on the edge, your body waiting to let go. “Oh fuck…you feel amazing. Come on baby. I want to feel you come around me.”

Those words were all it took and you fell. You cried out as your orgasm tore through you, sinking into your limbs, making your whole body tremble. “Oh Harry! Oh God!” Your walls clenched around him and he moaned, his own release following yours. His thrusts grew slower as your bodies shuddered with the last of your waves. Finally, with one last twitch, he pulled out of you.

Harry’s eyes rake over your body once more and he smirked. “Told you I’d give you a reason.”

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