When you’re alone and stranded outside with a dead phone after a Harry styles concert and he offers you a charger on his bus…and more ;)
pairings: Harry Styles (24) x Fem Reader (21)
content warning: Smut with enough plot to get it going, Dirty talk(praise/degradation), Dom Harry, Spitting, Rough sex, Choking, Restraining with hands, Spanking, Hair pulling, Fingering/fem receiving, Unprotected p in v sex (stay safe hoes!), squirting
The overwhelming feeling of bittersweet euphoria took over me as the last strum of the guitar filled the room before the lights turned on. It was over. The moment I've been waiting for my entire life, gone within a couple hours.
I couldn't tell if my tears were sad or happy. Mostly I just don't feel like I exist at this moment. I came here alone since there's nobody I like enough to enjoy this with. So you could imagine my disappointment when my phone died right before I got the chance to call an uber. I had waited for a while with some random girls after the concert ended in hopes of meeting the man of the hour but he never showed.
So, here I am, sitting alone on the curb with a dead phone, no charger, or protection of any kind on this cold late night. Hoping that I survive till tomorrow so that I can attempt to get a charger. Everywhere that's close to me is closed and I don't want to risk walking a long way when I have nobody to walk with me, and the fact that I'm downtown doesn't help. Maybe sitting here isn't doing me any good. I came here from a few towns over so I was not very aware of the area. All of a sudden I hear footsteps coming from behind me. I tense out of fear and pray whoever is there isn't here to bother me.
"Are you ok?" A voice that was so incredibly familiar spoke, a voice that caused goosebumps to cover my whole body. There's no way!
I slowly turned to his direction, bracing myself for whatever is about to happen. He's standing tall behind me in a black hoodie and sweats. Green eyes glowing under the blue streetlight a few feet away from me. They were filled with confusion, worry, maybe a slight hint of anxiety at the situation in front of him.
At this point in time words didn't exist in my brain. It was like every thought I've ever had evaporated and now i'm stuck with a dry ass brain that fucks me over in situations like this.
When he noticed my reaction, those once worried eyes turned to amusement, as he smiled and shook his head.
"I'm not gonna bite you." He reached his hand out for me to grab it, so I did. It was hot against mine besides the coolness of his metal rings colliding with my fingers.
Now that I was standing, we both realized how much taller he was. I noticed him eyeing my wristband before letting go. The wristband that symbolizes I’m legal to drink.
"Well, my phone died so I can't call an uber and I do not have a charger." I explained my problem to him as best as I could but it came out a little quiet, still in shock that this is happening in real time.
He furrowed his eyebrows in thought, then pulled out his phone from his pants pocket.
"I can order you one, what's the address?" He peaked at me over the screen. A soft look on his face while the glow from his phone lit it up.
I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. Eyes widening when I realized I didn't have the address, or even the name of the hotel memorized. I rolled my lips into my mouth and looked away with embarrassment. I then heard a laugh and I guided my eyes back to him. He could tell I did not know.
"I'm not from here..." I let out anxiously, mindlessly fiddling with my wristband from the concert as he put his phone back into his pocket.
"Come on-" He nodded his head to the gates that lead to the parking area for him and his crew. "You can use my charger on the bus."
He turned and I followed without thinking. Harry Styles just invited me onto his tour bus.
He opened the gate and moved over to let me past, his hand briefly went to my lower back to guide me before he moved it to close and lock the gate back up. If he did that on purpose he sure as hell knew how to act like he didn't. Meanwhile he had to break me out of my thoughts to get me to walk forward.
We walked for about a minute in comfortable silence till we reached his big tour bus with the darkest tinted windows you can have.
I took a deep breath as I waited for him to open the door. Before he did, he turned to me.
"There's nobody else on the bus, they all went out to some club I think. Are you comfortable with that?"
I smiled a little and nodded. "That's okay with me, ya. Thank you for making sure."
I can't imagine a world where I’d say I wasn't.
He smiled back before opening the door. He moved aside once again to let me walk in first, and again, there was his hand. I'm starting to think it's on purpose but I’m also paranoid and delusional so I’ll feel it out.
It smells very good in here. Is it from him? Did he shower? Suddenly my ovulating brain started picturing him in the shower. Wet hair, soapy water dripping down his tattoos...
"The chargers on the counter." Harry said quietly before walking away from me to lean against the folded out table that can be switched into a bed.
I swallowed and went to plug in my phone before leaning against the counter across from him. Finally making eye contact as he crossed his arms over his chest. Surely noticing the rising blush on my face, now that we’re in the light.
"What's your name?" He questioned.
The look he had in his eyes made me want to crawl under a bed and turn around to bend over the counter all at the same time. It was so intimidating and tense, but he made me feel safe. I replied softly as my body became hyperaware of this predicament one could only hope for.
The corner of his lip quirked up a bit. It was barely noticeable. “Well it’s nice to meet you, despite the circumstances.” He chuckled.
“It’s nice to meet you too! Although I feel like I need somebody to pinch me. This whole night has been a bit of a rollercoaster.” I let out a defeated laugh.
He chewed back a smirk. “I can assure you tonight’s been more than real, at least I hope so. I feel real. Performing felt real. This conversation…but I can pinch you if it'll help” He trailed off, my face feeling hot from his words.
I laughed it off nervously as a response seemed a bit challenging, trying not to show how much he’s affecting me.
My shirt started to roll up from the counter rubbing against the back of it, making me feel the need to fix it out of discomfort. He observed the whole thing, not even trying to hide it.
“Are you thirsty at all? I can get you some water."
I told him I was ok and he nodded, silently praying he didn’t say that because he knows what’s going on with me. It started to become quiet so I decided to start up a conversation. Knowing I’d regret it if I didn't. I mean when will I ever get this opportunity again?
"You did amazing tonight. Definitely one of the best concerts I’ve been to by far." I chewed on the inside of my cheek, awaiting his response.
He smiled softly, genuinely, and stood up straight.
"I appreciate that-" My name left his mouth for the first time. "Really, thank you." He ran his right hand through his hair before putting both in his hoodie pockets.
Hearing it sent a shiver up my spine till it hit my neck like a sharp breeze, clashing with the fever I’m getting from the tone of his voice. Raw from the concert, low. It was one thing to listen to in interviews. Now that it's real i'm having a new found appreciation for anyone who's gotten through a single conversation with this man.
"You're welcome." I could tell every emotion I was feeling was evident with my tone of voice, and I’m sure the flush on my face wasn’t helping. I now have no doubts that he’d in fact, noticed. The way his jaw clenched then unclenched the more tense the air felt.
"How come you were out there all alone? Don't tell me some assholes left you to fend for yourself at 12am downtown?" His eyes narrowed slightly, as if trying not to get ahead of himself with rage.
I was quick to shake my head, wanting to prevent his mind from escalating. "I came alone. There isn't really anyone's company I’d enjoy enough to want to share my experience with. Couldn't miss out though."
I smiled sheepishly before looking down, not wanting him to think i'm a bad person who can't keep people around.
"I think it's important to be able to do things on your own and be comfortable with it. A lot of people can't. You do need some better friends though." He laughed after his words.
I looked back up and shrugged my shoulders, giving him a 'fair enough' look. "You know, you're not the first person to tell me that. I'm not exactly the best at doing what I’m told, especially with advice." I laughed.
"A troublemaker with zero survival instincts, bit of a dangerous combination, no?" A taunting look formed on his face, he was testing the waters.
The look in his eyes was locking me in place, It was so intense. I wanted to look away but I didn't. Couldn't.
"Dangerous for me? Or you?" I inquire back, tilting my head to the side slightly.
He looked down while chewing on his lip then drew his vision back to me over his lashes. "For me, definitely."
Well, that gave me a deep sting between my legs. He's so hot that I’m starting to malfunction. How is he an actual person? What do I even say?
He started to walk closer to me. His soft breathing slowly becomes the only thing I can hear.
Once he was about a foot away from me. I looked up at him and there was a smirk on his face. In the back of my mind I had thoughts as to what he was thinking but I can't just assume what I was thinking could happen, right?
"What's up Harry?" This was my bad, barely audible attempt at defusing the tension boiling inside me. I could feel the heat from his body and we weren't even touching.
"I don't know, you seem kinda of nervous. You've got goosebumps all over your arms." He made his point by grazing his fingertips gently along my arm with his right hand.
I swallowed the pathetic sound that almost left my mouth and decided to act dumb.
He gave me a fake concerned expression and grabbed both my arms to rub his hands up and down them. All it did was make me squeeze my thighs together and he immediately looked down at the action, clicking his tongue. Not stopping his movements on my arms, but stepping closer.
When he looked back at me, he clenched his jaw and used his foot to move my legs apart, too strong for me to bring my leg back to where I need it. My breath hitched at the sudden movement.
His hands moved to my waist as he pulled me flush against him, with my back slightly arched. My hands are holding the counter behind me to keep me stable.
"I think you're a really bad liar." He let out a humourless laugh. "You're cold?"
The humility of it all had me frozen with need as my ability to speak rapidly vanished. I can practically taste the proximity.
"How wet are you right now?" He whispered in my ear, then dragged his lips slowly against my jaw, up to my cheek, till he was hovering over my lips. I let out a shaky moan and felt my eyes water slightly from the tension I was feeling everywhere by now.
While keeping eye contact, I removed his right hand from my waist and pushed it under the waist band of my cotton mini skirt. Immediately he pressed his hand flat against me with a teasing pressure. The pads of his fingers touching the wettest part of me that has now seeped through my underwear.
He let out a deep sigh, pressing his forehead to mine as he slowly started to rub up and down. "How long have you been like this, huh? Fucking messy..." His words low and hot against my lips, eyes getting darker and darker.
"Harry..." I whined. How am I supposed to talk when he's looking at me like this?
He stopped the motion with his hands and slid his pointer finger under my covered crotch, snapping the band back against me. Hitting my clit in the process, a gasp left my mouth. He then cupped my pussy in his hand. I moved to grind into him but his hold on my waist kept me from doing so.
"I asked you a question, sweetheart. You gonna be a brat about it or do you want me to make you cum tonight?" He raised his brow, expecting my answer.
I bit my lip as my eyes got heavy and low, nobody has ever spoken to me like this before. I didn't know it was possible to feel this desperate. Which is why I built up the courage to respond somewhat coherently.
"Since I first came in here. It smelt like someone took a shower, and I started to p-picture" He continued his teasing movements against me and grinned lightly
"Picture? Picture what?" His response was immediate and hushed. Clearly working himself up as well.
"Uh..You, in the shower, naked..." I felt hot from my confession but it only fueled Harry.
His hand that was holding my waist moved up to my throat, not tight enough to choke me, but enough that he could keep me where he wanted me.
I took this as a sign to fill what little gap we had between our lips but just as I leaned in enough to touch him he pulled back teasingly, needing the control.
After what felt like a decade, he finally kissed me. If it was soft it lasted for a second because neither of us could hold back anymore. It became hungry, needy, hot, and just what I needed. It didn't take long for his tongue to enter my mouth, like he'd die if he didn't have or feel every part of me.
I pulled back slightly and bit his lip. He moaned and moved his mouth over my jaw, then down my neck, leaving hot opened mouthed kisses along my pulse point. "Dirty fucking girl." He mumbled with grit into my skin. My eyes close uncontrollably, as soft moans start to leave my mouth.
I felt my entire body freeze as his hand moved up to slide underneath the only barrier between my skin and him. He groaned, feeling me bare, soaked and hot.
My hand moved to grab his wrist, squeezing it tight while rolling my hips against his fingers that were now spreading me apart to feel all he could. Hoping he'd feel how much I'm clenching around nothing and give me what I want.
My hopes and dreams were crushed when I heard him chuckle against my collarbone. I sighed. He's not even close to giving in.
"What? Need something?" He straightened back up and gave me a mocking look. Lightly tapping two fingers against my entrance, while simultaneously tightening his grip on my throat.
I bit my lip. “You know what I want.” My breath is uneven.
He tilted his head, sliding the tips of his fingers in slowly before going back to that teasing tapping. I let out a pained whine at his actions
“i’m not a mind reader.” His hand that was around my throat moved down to cup my breast in his hand, pinching my nipple over my top. My body jittered at the action due to the sensitivity from my chest.
I gave him a frustrated glare which only deepened his smirk, and grew his ego. "Please...I need it-you... your fingers, anything…please." I could explode right now.
“You have my fingers baby, you're gonna have to be more specific." He pushed the heel of his hand against my clit, moving in slow circles with a pressure that had me gasping for air.
"Fuck..." I swallowed. "Fuck me, please...it hurts. I need it so bad Harry..." I couldn't control the movement from my hips if I wanted to, I feel like I’m going to pass out without him.
In a sudden motion, Harry pulled down my skirt over my white boots, underwear along with it. "Keep these on." He muttered in reference to my boots. He then spun me around, pressing down on my lower back to bend me over the counter.
Before I had a chance to react to the new position, he slid two of his fingers inside of me knuckle deep, beginning a steady, yet hard, rhythm that had me moaning in relief.
“So fucking greedy…” He spanked me sharply, causing a whimper to escape my lips.“What-couldn’t wait? Are you that desperate for me?"
He continued, his tone like a threat but each word made me need him more. "Just dripping down your pretty thighs before I fucking touched you..."
He picked up his pace on my fingers and oh my god it felt so good, but I needed more.
“Yes…I am. Harry, please. I need you so bad, I still feel so empty I can’t-” He started to slowly trailed soft kisses from my neck, down to my lower spine. “Fuck me, I need your cock so bad. I’ll be good, I promise I can take it.”
He groaned and hung his head down, chin touching his chest. I whined as he removed his fingers from inside of me, feeling worse than before he started. I couldn’t complain for long because he pulled me back up and spun us around so he could lay me down flat on the table he was leaning on not too long ago.
I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and he began to run his hands up and down my thighs, shamelessly squeezing every time he went up. His whispered words were dirty, harsh...
“God, what a fucking slut, promising me you can take my cock. Need it that bad? Gonna say whatever you have to so that I’ll give it to you, yeah?”
He started to move his hands slowly up my body till they stopped to hold onto my ribs. He gripped the hem of my shirt like he hated that I was still wearing it, and roughly pushed it up over my chest, leaving it on my body. Now completely naked in front of him, as I had no bra underneath. Harry spit on my chest and used both of his thumbs to spread it to each nipple, beginning to rub them in slow circles.
“I can’t help it…I’ve thought about this more times than I could count"
He smirked and moved his hands to remove his hoodie, his shirt coming off at the same time. My mouth opened and closed as I finally had the chance to look at his heavenly, tattoo covered chest in person.
“Yeah? You gonna let me fuck you how I want? Think you can handle that?” He went to slowly untie his sweatpants, then pulled them down, leaving him in just his black briefs.
“Har- fuck…it hurts. I don’t care what you want to do to me. Just do it. Please, anything. I won’t complain.”
He grunts and shoves his briefs down faster than I could process it. I felt his hot hands grip me underneath my thighs, pushing them against my chest.
When I felt his cock begin to slide up and down me I trembled. Making it impossible to keep my hips still or my eyes open. Until Harry momentarily brought his hand up to pat it against my cheek a couple times, before squeezing my face, puckering my lips. When I opened them again he looked at me with frustration.
“Don’t do that again, got it?” He raised his brow at me with a warning glare.
It didn’t last long because he gave me a cocky smile when he felt my thighs try to close and looked down towards where we were about to connect.
“Fuck we need a condom, hold on.” He ranted out in annoyance for having to leave me here, placing a kiss on both my thighs, before letting go. When he went to turn around I grabbed his wrist to stop him from moving.
“Wait-” I whimpered, any ounce of patience slipping away from me. He furrowed his eyebrows. “I’m on birth control and I’m clean I promise. I’m really picky with who I do this with.”
He chuckled. “You really can’t wait huh? What makes me so special?” He gripped my thighs again but tighter. His cock resting heavily on my wet folds, repeatedly brushing his tip against my clit. I bit my lip at the feeling.
“I wanna see my cum on your cock…” I started, looking into his eyes while I bit my lip. My stomach tightened at the way he grunted and lowered his eyes between us, licking his lip like he was picturing it.
“Besides…you’re Harry fucking Styles…”
His eyes flicked back to mine and he leaned over me, I could tell he really, really, liked that. Harry’s face was merely inches from mine now, making sure I hear every syllable of what he has to say.
“Tell me, how many years have you been waiting for Harry fucking styles–” His tone intense, filled with want. “To stretch out this tight little pussy so deep, and fuck it till you can’t think?” Harry practically grunted out.
He moved the tip of his cock towards my entrance, applying slight pressure, not even to be inside, just enough to exaggerate his question.
My eyes felt so heavy and speaking was so frustrating, he’s such a tease. The table is soaked at this point and I can feel it under my body. “eight…” I whispered.
He smirked and moved to peck my lips, then stood up straight. “You must be feeling pretty frustrated right now then, huh?” He chuckled when I squinted my eyes at him.
I cut it off when I straightened my legs behind my head, moving my hands to my leather covered ankles.
“Fuck.” He muttered sharply while looking at my position up and down in a slow, dark way that had me squirming.
Harry grabbed my hands and moved them down to underneath my thighs so that he could have room to place his where he wanted. They gripped the back of my neck while his arms were wrapped around my calf’s to keep me in place. He placed both his thumbs onto my bottom lip, keeping them there to drag my mouth open.
“I’m not missing a fucking sound out of this pretty mouth, you got that?”
I nodded frantically. “You won’t.”
Then I felt it–the pressure of him stretching into me.
A gasp escaped my lips as he began to move slowly with just a little past his tip to ease me into it. Filling me in and out, inch by inch, at a pace that was maddening, but definitely necessary with his size.
Harry stared down at me with heavy eyes and a clenched jaw. Holding back for me, but clearly enjoying the look on my face. My eyes open enough to stay on him - per his instructions, and my mouth parted in his fingers. Soft gasps left my mouth while I adjusted to him.
“You doing okay? Still feeling empty?” He spoke out above my lips with a subtle smirk.
“I-” A throaty moan cutting me off when he slid fully inside of me. He tilted his head mockingly as he stilled his movements.
“You…? You what? I can’t understand you baby.” An antagonizing whisper left his mouth at the same time his hips began a circular motion against me. Shivers fell down my spine, making my walls clench around him. A low moan escaping him at the action.
“I’m okay…you’re so-i’m so..full.” I managed to mutter out quietly.
I let out a high airy moan when he pulled out and slammed into me
“Yeah you fucking are, and you look beautiful too…taking it like a good girl.” He rested his forehead against mine as he picked up his pace, my moans now completely in his control.
He connected his lips to mine in a breathy, open mouthed, makeout. Harry started to let out low, whimpering, moans into my mouth. The whole thing was so hot and sweaty, causing my head to spin with pleasure. I’ve never felt like this in my life. My lips stilled against his as quick, sharp, gasps left mine. We just started but with my body being so overwhelmed, I’m already close. My stomach tightened when he chuckled with a menacing tone.
“Aw come on, kiss me-” He spoke against my open mouth, mine not capable of making an effort to do what he’s asking. “What, you can’t even kiss me back? It feels that good?” Suddenly, he pulled out, starting that agonizing tapping once more.
“Harry…” I whined. He stood up straight causing my legs to fall straight around his waist, and grabbed my throat to pull me up so we'd meet chest to chest. Now looking down at me with piercingly dark eyes.
In return, my hands reached up to grip his wrist that's now restricting my breathing.
“You wanna cum? See it all over me? Stop complaining and kiss me when I fucking tell you too.” I gasped out a moan when he re-entered me. His hand tightened on my throat and his eyes acted as if we were in a high stakes staring contest.
“Like right now.” He grunted out roughly.
I leaned up immediately, desperate to reconnect our lips after his words. What I wasn’t expecting was the slow and passionate intimacy that formed from the kiss, combining well with his slow, rough, thrusts.
I could barely comprehend the butterflies in my stomach, but they were there.
Harry’s right hand moved down so he could apply pressure to my clit with his thumb in tight circles, hand pushing into my abdomen.
My body reacted quicker than my brain could process. My moans falling into his mouth as my orgasm hit me hard, thighs squeezing tight around Harry's hips when they began to shake.
"Mhm, cream all over it like a dirty slut." I felt his raspy words against my mouth and in between my legs.
He quickened his pace to get me through it then stopped inside me completely. When I was somewhat back to life, he moved both of his hands to the back of my head to take rough fistfuls of my hair. I felt him guide me to look down and he slowly started to pull out, he moaned when he saw it.
"This what you wanted, sweetheart? I gotta say, I'm glad you convinced me because fuck...you're so hot like this. My cock is soaked."
I watched him completely exit my body and he was right. The light shined directly onto the glistening white that's now dripping onto the floor. Although I barely had time to process it, due to him grabbing my thighs and hoisting me around his waist to carry me towards the back of the bus.
I felt the soft cotton fabric of a sheet touch my back when he put me down on the edge of a couch. "Scoot up." He demanded sternly. We were on the end of the sectional in the corner of the room, two pillows where the furniture bends sharply, which I now rested my head on. Clearly someone sleeps here, or was.
Now slightly hidden which gives us a second to cover up if his band happened to come back, that eased me up a lot. It doesn't hurt to have a break from that plastic table top either, quite the opposite actually.
His hand slid to the back of my neck to lift my head up to take one of the pillows from behind me, before gently laying me back down. I gasped when he lifted my legs in the air and wrapped his forearm around my thighs to keep them together. The pillow placed underneath me quickly after. He adjusted my legs so that they were wrapped around his waist tightly, with my ass rested on his bent knees. This angle my body’s at is going to kill me.
Then I felt my arms swing over my head as he pinned my wrists down with his left hand, placing his right hand on my cheek, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip. I parted my mouth and he slid his thumb into it. He eyed me down intensely as I sucked on it. He took in a sharp inhale then removed it to hold on my head.
While hovering over me, he leaned into my forehead and planted a soft kiss. Before pulling away, he thrusted back into me hard and fast, it's now audibly clear how wet I am. His kisses started their trail down my face, and his free hand down my body.
"Fuck!" I moaned loudly at the sudden intrusion, and the feeling of him now pinching my nipples. My nails digging into his hand that's keeping me restrained.
"What, tell me?" He muttered into the skin on my jaw then lifted his head back up to see me.
"You're so deep-" I whimpered out obediently. He moved his hand from my chest to grip my waist so he could go even faster.
"I know...you're doing so good...you feel fucking amazing pretty girl.” His tone was laced with amusement and pleasure.
He suddenly sat up straighter and removed his grip on my wrists. Now adjusting my legs from around his thighs to straight against his chest, hugging my thighs tightly. I was still angled on his lap. My hands are now gripping the couch next to my hips.
“Oh my-fuck..I-” I moaned out incoherently as he started to hit my g-spot with every thrust. My eyes crossed as I lost focus on everything besides the foreign feeling growing inside me. It was intense.
Harry’s arms tightened around my thighs. I could feel his dark eyes locked on me without having to see.
“Yeah? Right there baby?” His voice strained with pleasure. All I could do was nodded quickly as my body started to shake. I’m so close it hurts.
“Words.” He grunted angrily as he slowed his pace. My eyes went wide and focused on his action. I need him to go back to what he was doing.
“Yes-right there, I’m g-gonna cum…please-can I?”
His pace quickened as he removed one of his arms so he could rub my clit with his thumb. He looks so good. Jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowed, with a dominating stare.
“Give it to me then, right now. Cum.” The sound of his voice saying that to me pushed me over the edge. My body needs to listen to him.
My vision blurred while continuous sharp gasps left my lips. The hot tightness in my stomach released with intense waves of euphoria I’ve never felt before. My legs spasmed against him as he worked to keep me steady. I swear I blacked out for a minute. The second my eyes opened. I saw Harry, staring in awe. He’s pulled out, still hard, and stroking my thighs that are now loose around his hips. As I focused a bit more, I noticed the droplets all over his abdomen, chest, my thighs, and stomach.
"Hey, still with me?" He smiled softly, moving his hands to get my hair out of my face.
“What…” I whispered out weakly.
He hovered over me and kissed me gently. “You squirted, like, a lot. It was so fucking hot...You alright sweetheart?”
Wow. I’ve never done that before. Harry Styles made me squirt for the first time. I should get that on a shirt.
“I'm really good...you’re the first person to make me do that.” I stated blissfully.
He lifted his brows with a look of pride and I rolled my eyes. His playful expression disappeared quite quickly after that. Oops. Harry stood up and flipped me onto my stomach so I was flat, then climbed over me with both thighs on the outside of mine. He slid back in fully, then leaned down to rest on my back. He wrapped his left forearm around my neck and pushed against it to slightly restrict my air in a headlock, his other hand gripped my waist.
I started to let out a series of breathy months that sounded like soft hiccups as he fucked me slow and deep, making me feel every inch. His head rested against mine as he pressed his lips to my ear.
“You know, every-time I think you’re being good, and I can reward you...You go and do some bratty shit like that. Rolling your fucking eyes at me…” He moved his right hand to grab mine and place it under me to press into my stomach, still covering my hand with his.
A guttural whimper escaped me because of it. I could feel him inside of me. The realness of it made me shiver.
“You feel it?” He whispered and moved his other arm to push down on my lower back, adding more pressure to my stomach. He kept his movements slow, but hard.
"Yes...so hot..." I muttered.
He hummed from behind me, lifting his hand from my back to land on my ass in a harsh slap. "Fucking slut-" He moved his hands to grab my hips as he began a brutal rhythm that had me letting out sharp screaming moans of pleasure. It hurts so good. "It’s hot, huh? Then keep your hand there while I cum inside your needy pussy."
I didn't dare move my hand as he fucked me hard into the couch cushions, I'm definitely on my way to a third orgasm.
"You're close I can feel it. You love it when I fuck you like this don't you?" Harry spanked me again then lifted his left hand to pull my hair, making my head tilt up towards the ceiling. He leaned forward so he could look at me as he awaited my answer.
Even upside down he's intimidating. "Yes, I love it so much...I’m so close..."
His right hand moved around to the front of my neck as he moved down to hover his face over mine. He tightened his grip on my hair and my neck.
"You love what?" His voice was so low and demanding, making me swallow as tears formed in my eyes.
"I love it...when you f-fuck me like this." I whined out and he chuckled against my forehead. When my breathing picked up and my hips started squirming, he furrowed his brows as his jaw went slack.
"I'm gonna fucking cum...shit...cum with me." He muttered.
I shivered, uselessly grabbing the sheet with one hand, the other still pressed to my stomach. "Harry, fuck i'm-"
He quickly pressed his lips to mine in a needy, yet passionate, kiss. "I want it again, let me have it." He moaned into my mouth.
That was all it took, I started clenching uncontrollably. My body's way of getting me through it.
"Fuck.." Harry whined. Euphoria took over me as my whole body spasmed under him. I felt him twitch against my hand, through my stomach. It was all so overwhelming in the best possible way. He panted against my forehead, then kissed it softly.
“Good girl.” I sighed at his gentle words.
Harry stayed still inside of me, letting go of his hold on me to gently lay me flat on the pillow. I winced as he pulled out slowly. He kissed the back of my head.
I couldn’t tell you how long he was out of the room for, too out of it to process him fully being gone. I heard him come back and I lightly turned my head over my shoulder as it rested on my folded arms under me.
He appeared in a pair of boxers with a damp cloth and a bottle of water, showcasing his classic cheeky grin.
“How are you feeling?” He questioned as he passed me the water. I unscrewed the cap and took a sip as he got back behind me.
I hummed quietly. “I’m good, exhausted…but very satisfied.”
I gasped lightly as he began cleaning me up with the cloth as carefully as he could while simultaneously caressing my back up and down.
“That’s what I like to hear.” He patted my ass playfully.
I giggled breathlessly and turned over onto my back to face him. He ran his hands up the tops of my thighs, over my stomach, ribs, chest, till he could grab my shirt and pull it back down.
"I'd take you to the shower so we could wash up, but its a bit fucked right now. No hot water, way too much pressure." He chuckled as he placed his hands on my back and gently lifted me up to stand.
I noticed he also brought my skirt and underwear with him. "Well, if you want, you could come back to my hotel and we could clean up a little...I'm sure my phones ready by now." He grinned down at me as I nervously bit my finger. Too much?
"No pressure though obviously." I added, trying to keep my cool, starting to get dressed simultaneously. Harry placed his hands on my shoulders to soothe me and I smiled back at him.
"That sounds fucking amazing actually. Let me get some stuff together, you go get that address for me, yeah?" He squeezed my shoulders.
He moved his left hand to grab my jaw and leaned down to kiss me. His other hand moved to massage my back a little. This felt weirdly intimate. Not bad weird. Weird because why is Harry Styles with me, doing this, making me feel like this, out of all people. All I know is I’m never going to see him again after tonight.
At least that's what I thought.
