A/N: Sooooo remember that post from dirtsbag about making Harry cum so hard he cries? Welp…
You’re still straddling Harry after just riding him like you stole something, and it’s the third time you’ve fucked tonight since he came home from months away on tour. Things always get steamy right away when he gets home, but he had been particularly insatiable tonight, continuing to suck and swirl his tongue over your nipples afterward and heading right back down between your legs to lick you clean of your juices and his own cum leaking out of you. You had only been asleep for what felt like a few minutes before Harry was at it again, rousing you from your slumber with his hand cupping and squeezing your heat and his hips pushing his hardening cock against your ass.
So you’re shocked to say the least when you crawl off him and settle down next to him, fighting back a yawn only to see Harry propped up on his elbows and fixing you with a peculiar look.
"I’m still hard." He says, still a bit breathless, giving a pointed look down his body.
reading smut and you just kind of