ou were standing at your locker, when you feel a hand lightly touch your waist. You turn to see a gorgeous Harry Styles with the cheekiest smile ever planted on his face. “Happy Birthday Beautiful.” He finally said, touching his soft, warm lips to yours. “Thanks babe…” you say annoyed. You did not like your birthday, you hated everyone getting you gifts that you don’t need or want. “I wish I had something to give you right now, but I’ll pay for it later.” He says, winking. The bell rings for class and he walks away, leaving you hanging. Lord what was on that boys’ mind.
A few hours after school, there was a knock on your door. It was Harry, with a dozen of flowers. He places them on the kitchen counter and you two sit down on the couch to watch a movie. ‘This is what he had in store?! I got way too excited.’ You think, disappointed. He lets you choose since it’s your birthday and you choose the Inbetweeners Movie.
You eventually lay down on Harry’s lap, with him stroking your hair. You sigh and sit up, looking him straight in the eye. “Harry…Did you have anything else in store for tonight?” you ask, still anxious. “No..W…” he starts, before getting cut off by your lips. At first, he doesn’t respond because of the quickness of your lips and surprise. He then catches what you’re going for, and goes along with it.
He wraps his hands around your waist, and pulls you fully in his lap. His tongue taps your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You let his tongue in, and allow it to move with yours. He moves his hands carefully up and down your body, feeling every inch of it. He moves his mouth away from yours and moves it down onto your neck, slowly biting down and sucking and then moving his tongue over the now dozen+ hickeys located there. You can’t help but move your head back in pleasure and let out small whimpers/moans.
“Oh god. Why didn’t I think of this idea earlier?!” Harry says after a few minutes. He moves back onto your lips and wraps your legs around his waist, slowly rising off the couch. His lips still attached to yours, he brings both of you upstairs, into your bedroom, locking the door behind him. Harry places you down on your bed, and walks over to the over corner of the room, to your stereo. He turns on ‘Birthday Sex by Jeremiah’ on your iPod, and walks back over to you, removing his shirt along the way.
You laugh softly and the cheesy song he put on. Since he removed his shirt, his rock hard chest is revealed, making you more and more turned on. He leans down over you, his elbows propping him up. “Y/N. Are you sure you want to? I mean if you’re not ready, I…” he begins, before you cut him off once again. “Harry…I want you. I’m ready, Trust me.” You say, placing your hand on his cheek. “Okay, I promise I won’t try to hurt you. Please tell me if I do.” He says seriously. “ I will, I promise.” You say eagerly.
With that, Harry brings his lips back to yours and wraps his hands around your back, slowly lifting you closer to him. He moves you two farther up onto the bed. “I am not going to be the only one shirtless here.” Harry says, reaching down and tugging lightly on your shirt. You sit up enough for him to lift the shirt off you, and throw it to the side. Since you always feel insecure about your body, Harry moves down to your stomach and lightly kisses it, smiling up at you. You smile softly and the session is now blown into a full on make-out.
With his tongue wrestling yours, Harry begins to let out deep moans, which are extremely sexy sounding to you. You wrap your fingers through his curls, lips still connected. He teases you by feeling up and down your chest. In one swift movement, he unhooks your bra, throwing it aside with your shirt. He rubs his thumbs over your now hard nipples, causing you to moan loudly. While still kissing you, he laughs demonically, like he just made himself proud. “Oh hell no Styles, your gonna pay.” You say, pulling away from his lips, and down to his waist. You kiss along his ab lines and down to his waist band of his jeans. You slip them off, revealing his growing erection showing through his boxers.
You smile mischievously, removing his boxers using your teeth. You take his length in your hand, stroking the shaft before placing it inside your mouth. The moment it hits your mouth, Harry’s jaw drops in pleasure. You begin putting more and more of him into your mouth, until his entire length is in. You begin bobbing your head back and forth slowly. “Oh god Y/N!” Harry practically yells. Seconds before he reaches his climax, you take him out of your mouth, saving “it” for later. You go back to kissing him until he pulls away quickly. “Oh no, you’re not getting away with that.” He says.
He flips positions with you, so now that you’re on the bottom. He practically rips your jeans and panties off, and strokes your inner thighs before placing his thumb on your throbbing clit. This causes you to let out a surprised gasp from the feeling. He slowly inserts two fingers into you, while biting his bottom lip. You throw your head back and scream in pleasure. “AHH HARRY!” you yell at the top of your lungs. He eventually stuffs two more fingers in, pumping faster and faster against your discovered g-spot. Like what you did, he pulls his fingers out seconds before your climax, licking his fingers and smirking at you.
You moan frustrated, wanting more and more. You needed him in your now. “FUCK ME NOW HARRY!” you yell, pulling him onto of you and bucking your hips at his. “A little excited aren’t we?” he smirks, raising an eyebrow at you. He pulls the sheets over your bodies and touches his length you your clit, preparing your entrance. Your already out of breathe from his actions before, but your prepared. He slowly inserts himself into you. He waits for you to adjust and slams his entire length into your g-spot, leaving you breathless.
“Oh Shit Y/N, you’re so tight, you feel amazing though!” Harry moans, starting to thrust slowly. You begin to breathe harder and faster, arching your back. The feeling goes from excruciating pain to unbearable pleasure, wanting more and more. Harry brings his body down closer to yours, putting himself even further into you, and kisses you to make you more comfortable. “Damn Harry!” you yell, nearly breathless. You switch positions with him, so now you’re sitting on top of him and riding him. He begins to moan your name louder and louder.
In the last few seconds, he slams his length harder than ever into your g-spot, causing you both to reach your climaxes at the same time. Exhausted, you collapse on top of him in a mess of sweat. With you both out of breathe, you both look at each other and smile. He moves a sweaty piece of hair out of your eyes, and kisses you lightly. Finally, you move off of him and fall next to him. He pulls the sheets fully over both of you. He faces you with the biggest smile he can make. “Your amazing.” He says, still breathless. He kisses your forehead lightly before wrapping his arms around your still naked body and bringing you closer to him, your head now leaning against his chest. “Thanks for the amazing birthday Harry.” You thank him. He just laughs lightly and yawns. “Same thing next year?” he asks, sarcastically. You laugh lightly and playfully hit him on the shoulder, but accept. This is how Harry Styles wished you a Happy Birthday.