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After having spent the most amazing evening at Harry's dorm, it was getting really late and I needed to get up early the next morning because Caleb and I were supposed to practice for our upcoming game out on the court at seven o'clock. I explained to Harry that I would've never gotten out of bed that early if I were to sleep over at his place, and that was the honest truth.

As soon as I left his dorm I felt my phone buzz in my pocket.

HARRY: It's dark in the corridors. Don't get your arse lost because I don't want you ending up in somebody else's bed. x

ME: Possessive already?

HARRY: Shush. Sleep well. G'night.

ME: You're coming to the game tomorrow right?

HARRY: 'Course. I'm gonna watch you play like last time. I've never seen you sexier.

ME: Then maybe I should keep the clothes on for when we get back to "snuggle" in my dorm...

HARRY: That sounds like one of your best ideas ever. *smirking emoji*

ME: Thanks! Goodnight. Try not to have wet dreams about me. x

HARRY: Fuck off. xx

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Believe it or not, the game ended with an even better score than the one two months earlier. This time, I even managed to score seven goals instead of six. For this I was praised by the entire team and even some of the opponents. Everyone wondered how I had suddenly become so talented (because let's face it, I wasn't the best during the previous season), but I had no answer. After all, I had not practiced as much as planned—due to my habitual meetings with Harry—so I suppose it was just pure luck.

A text rolled in just after I had greeted everyone (except for one person) off the court.

HARRY: I've gone to your dorm. You were amazing my baby. I'll be waiting for you here. x

My shoulder was yanked to the side just as I was about to sprint off and one of my teammates raised his voice at me.

"Aye! Tomlinson! We're gonna go buy a few pints! C'mon!"

Nah-uh, that is not happening.

"Sorry, I can't! I have to meet with someone!"

After getting booed at by a couple of teammates, I laughed and hurried off towards the dorm building. Still as sweaty as a pig, I sprinted up the stairs with my footie trainers still tightly laced on my feet and my jersey flowing with the air as I jumped with every tread. Once I made it to the dorm I yanked the door open to find my beautiful prize sprawled out on my bed.

Harry quickly sat up when the door was thrown open, his eyes flying up to meet mine before he inspected my appearance as I stepped out of my muddy shoes. After that, I was quick to jump into bed and throw myself over him, panting as I pulled my shirt over my head while sitting down on his abdomen. Swiftly, I bent down as buried my sweaty face into his warm neck and sucked on the skin before whispering against it, "I have never won a more beautiful trophy."

Harry could not do much more than blush in return. His hands were already traveling down the sides of my clammy body when he circled his mouth around my nipple, his warm tongue flicking teasingly around the hard nub, soon tugging at the waistband of the thin material of my sports-shorts. When I leaned back he was quick to steal a kiss, causing me to smile and lean in to kiss him further. And so we made out simultaneously to him pulling down my pants and boxers.

"Mmm," I whined. "Love?"

"Yes, baby?"

My fingers battled around his head, my eyes wild as they scanned his beautiful, sweaty, gleeful face. While pushing the hair out of his forehead I combed it back with my hands, soon sliding down to his cheeks where I held him in place to look at him clearer, I nibbled on his lower lip before saying, "You said you'd eat me me out one day and I've been preparing–"

He was eager. "You want me to do it now?"

"W-Wait. I wanted to tell you...that I shaved, made sure I was really clean and nice for you this morning in the shower but now I'm all sweaty–"

"It's okay, sweetie, it won't make a difference," Harry's eyes were brimming with excitement. It was as if he had never been looking forward to something so much in his entire life. I was equally as excited, but I didn't exactly show it. I just whimpered and whined into his mouth while he removed my socks and finally cupped my arse cheeks and kneaded them as he kissed me deeper. After pulling away he panted against my lips, "Turn around for me, baby."

While positioning on all fours with my behind turned towards Harry, I heard him undress fully and witnessed his clothes being thrown to the floor out of the corner of my eye. He then—presumably—sat cross-legged or on his knees while spreading my cheeks apart with his big hands, his rings being pressed into the skin. When I was finally opened up like that, I made sure to repeatedly tighten and loosen the muscles of my anus to make sure he would notice my eagerness.

"Oh Jesus," he huffed, bringing his thumb to my ring. "This is beautiful, baby, you're so beautiful." He ran his finger over it to feel the wetness. "You're soaking for me, sweetheart." I perked my arse back to tease him into it. After removing his finger he leaned in and spoke huskily against my opening, his hot breath fanning my skin, "You wanna get rimmed, baby?"

All I had to do was nod for him to stick his warm tongue out, instantly flattening it over my opening. As a gasp left my mouth he started grazing it back and forth before collecting saliva in his cheeks that he later smeared all over my crack. Smacking his lips, he leaned back and swiftly penetrated my hole with two of his fingers. While I gasped and let my head fall down with my fringe hanging low and sweaty, he pumped them inside out, soon starting to twist and turn in a playful manner. After having stretched me out further, he used his fingers to spread my opening apart before pointing the tip of his tongue inside my ring.

"F-Fuck." I gasped.

Harry ended up licking and twisting his tongue inside of me until I was pleading for him to get a use of the boner that I could feel patting my leg whenever he would tilt to the side in order to get another perspective. After almost having cried for him to move on, he finally got rubbered and lubed up and slid inside of me for the first time in what felt like forever. Obtaining the feeling I had been craving—even dreamt about—day after day was intensely satisfying. Now that I was finally experiencing it, there was something different.

"I wanna see your face," Harry huffed after having pumped in and out for five minutes. His palms consistently moved from my hips to my waist while I hopped off his cock to turn around on the bed. The scrunched up expression on my face softened when he placed down his parting lips on mine, kissing me with unimaginable hunger as he penetrated once more, this time slowly and steadily as he moved against my lips with precision.

"Is this seeing my face?" I mumbled into the kiss through my whimpers.

"You had me waiting two months to kiss it. You can't blame me," he muttered sluggishly.

He was tugging at the roots in my hair when he started speeding up, allowing his hip bones to clap against my arse cheeks as I spread them further apart. He constantly made noises into my mouth, ones that you could just tell were signs of pleasure. I interpreted it as if he was so into it that he could not actually form logical sentences. So he just moaned, groaned, gasped and used his tongue to soak my entire mouth-and-lip area. And I loved it.

"I'm c-coming, babe," he said, his face finally elevating from mine after a fifteen minute heavy make-out scene.

And so we both came onto each other at the same time while he whispered sweet things into my ear. At first, it was sentences that made my cock squirt harder, and then it was sentences that made me blush until he kissed my cheeks to admire their redness. While panting heavily, I let him lap his mouth with mine once more before kissing me with tranquility, making me return the favour by simultaneously pulling him closer by the neck.

Into the kiss I said, "Thank you for my pretty prize, baby."

Harry gasped, smiling at the pet name. In a childlike voice he cooed, "Baby?"

"Mm-hm. You're my baby." My lips curled into the kiss. All I could do was speak my thoughts. There was nothing stopping me anymore. I continued, "And I'm very much in love with you."

Harry pulled away to look me in the eye, both of ours glistening as they met. After caressing my cheeks and dipping down to nudge his nose against mine, he whispered against my lips again, "I'm very much in love with you too."

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📝 NOTE: This is officially the last chapter, but there is also an epilogue that will tie all the loose ends together (hopefully). Thank you for reading all the way to the end!