Little devil | Fratboy!Harry

Summary: Harry and Y/n have sex in the locker room after his game.

Warnings: unprotected sex <3

Word count: 1.6k

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The game between the two universities was over. Harry's team had won another game again, and the boy was so fucking smug about it. He was the one who made the last point, bringing victory to his team, one of his teammates got the biggest opponent down, that way Harry ran through the other's team field, getting two other players down until he crossed the goal line.

His teammates throw themself at him, commemorating another successful game, but the curly head boy could only look at the grandstand. His girl was waving and smiling at him, his jersey adorning her body, red and white glitter makeup on her cheek, the colors of their university. He fucking loved when she dressed up to watch the game, what made his cock hard was knowing she didn't do it for the team, she did it for him.

After the commemoration, the team went to the locker room to have the final meeting and to change into their normal clothes. The coach congratulated all of them, emphasizing Harry, who was the best scorer in the match.

All the boys decided to go to the frat house to take a shower there, leaving Harry alone. He didn't like to walk through the campus sweaty, he preferred to clean himself in the lockers, so when he met Y/n he was ready to snuggle with her.

Just after the game was over he sent her a quick message, asking if she would wait for him or if they would meet later at his room, Y/n replied telling him she would be at the frat house studying for her test. What the boy didn't know was that Y/n didn't go straight to his room after the match, she was actually planning a surprise for him.

Harry had left the shower, a white towel hanging low on his waist as his wet hair fell in front of his face, he opened his locker -which was decorated with Y/n's polaroid pictures and some sports stickers- he grabbed his sweatpants and an old t-shirt, but he stopped his actions when he heard footsteps.

He was nervous at first, trying to remember the karate classes he took when he was six years old, but thankfully the unknown noise showed to be coming from a girl, his girl. Y/n appeared in front of him, a smirk on her face, she swiftly wrapped her arms around Harry's body, breathing the smell of his shampoo.

"I'm so proud of you," she said in his ear, tightening the hug, even more, the wetness of his hair started trickling on her neck until the drops hit the collar of her, well, his jersey.

Harry stood their bewilderment on his face, he gently pushed her off his body, wanting to look at her face. "Darling, what are you doing here? I thought you had left when the game was over," he exclaimed. "I assumed we were going to see each other later."

Y/n kissed his lips. "Just wanted to surprise you a bit, do something different. I think you deserve it after how well you were on the field." She grasped his towel, teasingly pushing him closer to her. "My quarterback, huh? I love watching you knocking the other guys down"

Harry instantly laid a hand on her waist, grabbing her love handles. "Yeah? I know you do, always wear my shirt to the game, bet you like having the name Styles on your back." His lips went directly to her neck, biting the skin, leaving a purple mark there, it was barely visible, but it was enough for Harry.

"I like people knowing I'm yours," Y/n murmured as Harry's hands grasped her shorts, bringing them down until they fell into her feet, he squeezed her ass, making her legs tremble.

"My pretty girl, how could people not know you're mine? Ya got me on a leash," He said, pulling her underwear to the side and brushing his fingers on her opening, catching her arousal in his hand. "Gonna let me have you? Want to fuck you so bad, please?"

"Yes, want you, I've been thinking about you all day," she said, taking his towel off until he stood naked in front of her, cock already hard. Her hand went south, caressing his balls.

"Fuck, Y/n, ya' have no idea what you do to me," he groans as he took her underwear off, so she was only wearing his red jersey. "Did you lock the door? Don't want anyone seeing what's mine."

She lazily began masturbating him, applying just the right amount of pressure to keep him on edge. "I did, yeah. I'm dripping just for you, fuck me, please." She begged, kissing him sloppily as Harry sucked her bottom lip.

Harry held her body, turning them around so she was pressed against the wall, his hand on the back of her head so she wouldn't bump it on the hard material. His fingers met her pussy once again, slowly sinking them inside her. "Let's get you ready then," he said as his thumb rubbed her clit.

"Am I making my girl feel good? Talk to me, love, want to hear your voice, c'mon."

He hit her g-spot, making the girl roll her eyes. "Stop teasing, we can't be here for long, H"

Harry pulled out of her, kissing her cheeks. "Such an impatient little thing," he tilted her chin up. "But it's not your fault, is it? So spoiled, if you want something from me, you just have it, am I right?"

He positioned his cock at her pussy, lifting up her jersey to see it slowly entering her, both of them let out a moan at the same time, being intoxicated by the pleasurable feeling. "Y-yeah, you always give me anything I want," she said, closing her eyes as he thrust inside her, her backside was banging against the wall, but Harry was careful enough to not let it bruise her.

His thrust was finding its own rhythm, sinking in and out of her, his balls hitting the inside of his thigh with every pounding of his hips. He laid his head on her shoulder, her mouth right in front of his ears as she moaned sweetly for him.

Y/n scratched her nails on his back, feeling his wet body on her fingers, she was squirming her hips closer to him, but he tenderly held her still. "No baby, let me do it, stay still for me."

His hand met her clit, gently rubbing it, and his hips worked in and out of her. Her warm walls were always so tight, making him feel like a virgin boy all over again. Y/n laid her hand on his neck, kissing him messily, his tongue silencing her moans.

"Need you to cum, alright? So we can go home," he whispered to her, touching her faster, her pussy contracting against him, showing she was close.

"No, I want it to last," she whined, clutching to his body.

Harry's pace was even faster now, he was gonna spill soon, and by the way the girl was writhing she was clearly on the verge of climaxing too. "Shh, none of that, gonna make you feel good again when we go back, alright? Now give it to me, darling."

He held her head closer to his body, after moments of massaging her clit she finally gave in, orgasming all over him, her nails buried on his skin as he cummed too, thrusting inside her pussy, flooding her with his seed. Both ride their organs together, with Harry pounding softly inside her as Y/n kissed his temple.

"Fuck, babe," he said in a low voice, staying still inside Y/n, trying not to overstimulate her. "We should do this more often."

She stroked his damp hair, giggling. "What, sex? I think we have it quite often."

"I know, but sex after games are just... something else," he said, kissing her forehead. "I love you so much, seeing you in my jersey do things to me."

"I'm aware," she answered teasingly. "That's why I wear it all the time."

"Little devil you are," he rolled his eyes playfully. "I'm gonna pull out ok, stay there so I can clean you up." Harry gently held her hips as he withdrew from her, she clenched her thighs together, watching Harry go to the bathroom and coming back with sheets of toilet paper.

He got on his knees in front of her. "Open up baby, relax for me, go on," he said, trying to sound soft, considering she is usually felt embarrassed after sex. Harry spread her legs apart, taking all of the white liquid from her skin with the paper, kissing her belly when he was done.

Harry got up from the floor to throw the paper on the trash, when he came back he found Y/n already dressed in her shorts, he got closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, she smiled at him, putting her head on his naked chest. "Everything is okay, baby?" he asked.

"Yeah, you just really tired me out," she mumbled.

"You were the one who came in while I was showering, or are you forgetting that?" Harry said amusingly, leaving the girl to sit on the beach in the middle of the room so he could dress himself in his sweatpants and uni hoodie.

When he was done he took her hand. "Let's go, my love, I'm so tired."

Y/n interviewed their hands together. "I hope you aren't forgetting about around two at the frat house," she said, walking side by side next to him.

"Damn, You are a little devil."