#complicated freak

You knew it sounded crazy. You knew he probably already had hotter girls lining up for him, but you wanted this so badly. 

You knew he fucked different girls at different cities. Well, you heard rumors about it. Nothing was 100%. 

Now in Los Angeles, you wanted to be the girl he fucked here. 

You had to get on two different buses to make it to Los Angeles, California. Hauling your giant suitcase down the city streets, finding your hotel, with different men whistling at you from different angles, and you ignored all of them. 

Your eyes were set on only one man tonight. 

You look at yourself in the mirror, do a little twirl, fix your breasts in your bra to pop out a bit more, and apply another swab of lipstick. You pop your lips, wiping the corners, and smile to yourself in satisfaction. 

You grab your gift for security, hoping it’ll work, your concert ticket, and spray yourself with perfume before walking out the hotel room. 

You make your way down to the elevator, which is filled with people dressed in exotic outfits and colors, you squeeze into the tight elevator, smiling at the people around you, and make your way down to the lobby. 

You try to not let your mouth fall in shock when the elevator doors open and you’re in view of all the different people talking loudly on the first floor. Just like you, everybody was dressed to impress tonight. You wondered if anybody was trying to do the same as you tonight. 

You knew there would be. 

You make your way outside, looking around you aren’t too sure where to go, but you see a crowd of people walking in one direction and you can hear the loud music. You decide to follow them. You admire the city lights above you, whispering a low “wow” in awe, and you feel almost light headed because you can’t believe you’re really here. 

You had never even been to Los Angeles before this. Better now than never. 

You made it to the place where the concert was being held down in the Sunset Strip, there was already a line being held outside, and you waited patiently for your turn to go inside. 

You were feeling anxious already, wishing you had a drink in your hand to calm your nerves, but soon enough you were next in line. 

You’re soon standing in front of the bodyguard outside of the nightclub, Gazzarri’s. He was tall, muscular, wearing a jean jacket with the sleeves cut off, tattoos littering his arms and chest, a black bandana wrapped around his forehead, ripped jeans, and a pair of combat boots that sealed the deal. You found him attractive. If you weren’t here to fuck Harry, maybe you’d fuck him instead. 

You bat your eyelashes up at him while giving him a pouty smile. “Hi,” you beam at him.

The security officer looks you up and down, whistles at you, “Trying to catch someone’s eye, miss?” You detect a slight British accent in his tone. 

You smirk as you hand him your ticket, “And if I was?” He smirked back at you, admiring your voice that sounded like honey, and winked at you. 

“You won’t have any trouble there, doll.” He steps aside to let you into the concert, he brushes his fingertips on the opening between your bra and pants, and you roll your eyes while you walk inside. 

You step inside admiring the scene in front of you. The room was filled with smoke, part weed and part smoke machine, the room was crowded with people of all ages, and you hum in content. 

You feel the goosebumps arise on your naked skin as you walk around trying to find the bar to get a drink to settle your nerves. The nightclub was big, with a huge open space for the crowd, the stage was a good size with the band's equipment ready to go, music playing over the speakers to get the crowd buzzing, and there were just so many types of different groups around you. 

People talking and laughing amongst themselves, couples basically grinding on each other, and you take notice of the different bodyguards at different sections. You peer over someone’s shoulder to get a better look when you see a black velvet curtains with five bodyguards covering the entrance. You notice a couple girls and guys hanging out around it. You wonder if that’s where Harry is. 

You still feel nervous. You decide to continue your search for the bar. You spot it on the other side of the nightclub. You make your way towards the bar, you lean on the bar, making sure to accentuate your breasts, and smile at the bartender who’s eyes land on your chest before your face. 

He smirks at you, “What can I get you, baby?” 

“Can I please have two shots of vodka and two cherry vodka sours?” You smile back at him, you twirl your hair between your red fingertips, and bat your lashes at him. 

You were flirting hard tonight because you didn’t bring any money to this concert. Not because you knew you’d be able to manage to get free drinks, but because you were too nervous thinking about your plan to think about anything else. Plus, this was allowing you to see what works on different guys. Maybe it would work on Harry, too. 

The bartender bites his lips while looking at you and nods his head. He pours four vodka shots in front of you, shoving two towards you, keeping two for himself, he picks one up with a smile, and you do the same. 

“Cheers,” he says with a wink and down the first shot. You follow his movements and drink the second one right after. 

You let out a deep breath as the vodka burns your throat and evaporates in your chest making you break out into goosebumps. 

“Nice,” the bartender remarks at you while he makes your two drinks. 

You start fumbling around your pants to make it seem as if you’re taking out money, when he notices he quickly signals you to stop, your eyes go doe eyed, mouth parting in shock, “Are you sure?” 

He nods and winks at you again, “Yes, anything for a beautiful girl like you. Enjoy!” 

“Wow! Thank you!” You exclaim while grabbing your drink which has three cherries on a toothpick, you pick up the cherries, popping one in your mouth, you moan in contentment, closing your eyes slightly, squeezing your elbows closer to your chest, and you relax when you swallow the cherry. 

You open your eyes to see the bartender admiring you with glossy eyes, “Damn.” 

You wink at him, push yourself off the bar with your two drinks, “Thank you, babe!” You make sure to move your hips a bit more as you walk away from him. 

You knew it wasn’t entirely right to use your body sexually to get free drinks or to get what you want. But shit. Right now, you’d do it. 

You sip on one of your drinks as you make your way towards the crowd. You manage to insert yourself into the middle of it. Sipping on your drink, watching everybody around you carefully. You’d move an inch forward every time someone moved to the side. You were able to flawlessly intertwine yourself between people, giving some guys a smile as you squeezed in front of them, avoiding mean looking girls, and thankfully made it to the front of the stage when a group of girls left for the bar. 

You hum happily, finishing your first drink, and tossing it to the trash can to the side of the stage. 

You can feel the alcohol in your veins which make you feel lighter. You can feel the nerves and anxiety still in your body, but now you feel more confident and more sure of what you came here for. 

Your ears perk up when you hear some girls talking next to you about Harry. 

You push your hair behind your ear trying to listen as you take a glance at them

“Harry never takes groupies backstage!” The red haired one wearing cut off jeans, a red crop top saying “Hot for Harry”, and dramatic makeup says. 

“Oh, fuck off! Are you sure? He has to have groupies! He’s fucking Harry Styles.” The pink-haired one was wearing a matching shirt, but hers was hot pink, black ripped shorts, and matching hot pink fishnet leggings. 

“You remember, uh, Miranda?” Pink hair nods rapidly, “Well, she tried getting back stage the last time Harry was here and he fucking threw her out!” 

“No!!” “Yes!!” 

You groan internally at hearing this because you couldn’t believe it. You swore if you came all this way for nothing, well not for nothing, you did love his music, but you wanted to have sex with him a little bit more.

“Maybe he has a type. I bet I could fuck him,” the pink-haired reply giggling as she wiggled her eyebrows at her friend.

“I doubt it.” 

You continue sipping your cherry drink, nerves spiking once again, and wondering if your plan was really going to work. 

Seconds later, you notice the band members start coming out from backstage. All dressed sexy in matching black outfits. You couldn’t remember their names correctly, but you swore the drummer's name is Sarah because you admired her. She was a fucking woman in an all male band and she delt with the medias sexism extremely well. She looked hot in black leather pants, black tiny bra, and a matching bandana that pushed her teased long hair away from her face. 

The other members were pretty much dressed the same way, the guys wearing ripped black jeans, either no shirt or a cut off sleeve black t-shirt with their band name, combat boots, and teased frizzy long hair. 

You wonder if they knew how hot they all looked. 

You bounce on the heels of your boots in anticipation of waiting for Harry. The crowd around you starts to chant his name, you chant along, and then there he is in front of you. He strolls onto the stage and it’s like the world halts for a moment. 

Your mouth drops a bit with the straw of your drink on the tip of your tongue, mouth feeling suddenly dry as you watch him slowly stroll down the stage, his arms up high waving at his fans, yelling loudly, and you feel hot in the crowd. The fans around you are yelling, clapping, whistling loudly, and it’s all for Harry. 

You couldn’t take your eyes off him. 

He stood in the middle of the stage, in front of his microphone, in leather pants. Only leather pants. He had the biggest fucking smile on his face as he let himself take in the crowd in front of him. 

His leather pants were tight on his skin especially his thighs, his skin glistening underneath the stage lights, abs in perfect view, his tattooed body was toned in all the right places, and he looked fucking fantastic. 

His hair was long and curly, pushed back by a white bandana which allows a few of his curls to fall down his face, and he’s smiling a dimpled smile with twinkling eyes. 

“Mother fucking Sunset strip!!!” He yells into the microphone, gripping it tightly, and the crowd goes wild for him. 

Fuck. 

You want this concert to be over. You feel your body hot all over just by looking at him. 

You need to get backstage somehow. The band was going crazy while Harry goes to get his white guitar, he has his guitar pick in between his teeth, he adjusts his bandana then his guitar strap, and goes to the mic. 

“Are we fucking ready to have a good time tonight?!” 

The crowd goes wild for him. There’s jumping, yelling, screaming, clapping, and you can’t help but break out into a smile feeding off of the energy around you. Harry introduces their first song, the crowd starts jumping, and you jump with them. 

Soon enough there are different girls yelling for the different band members to turn their way. You see so many different tits being flashed around. Harry winking at different girls throughout the show. You can see the indent of his dick underneath those tight leather pants. He grinds onto the microphone the entire night, you can tell he’s trying to relieve the pressure on it, and you wonder if he’s horny because of the girls in the crowd, or guys, or if he’s horny because of everybody worshiping him. 

You think it’s a bit of both. It makes you feel weak in the knees that he gets off on being worshiped. You swear to yourself you’re gonna be the biggest Harry worshiper in bed tonight. 

The songs soon start to blur together, your skin is coated in a slight coat of sweat, and you decide to start making your way to the velvet curtains. 

You shove your way out of the crowd, fanning yourself with your free hand, and finishing your drink with the other. You lick your lips, tasting cherry, and stand in front of one of the bodyguards. 

He looks meaner than all the others, dressed pretty much the same way, but he’s the first one that notices you. 

“Hi,” you breathe out with a smile as you dab the sweat away from your forehead. 

He raises an eyebrow at you in question, big muscular arms crossed over his wide chest, and you shuffle in your steps. You feel extremely nervous now as you stand in front of him. 

You get closer to him, raising up to your toes near his ear, and whisper “Can you escort me to Harry’s room backstage?” 

He barks out a laugh and you feel yourself blush in embarrassment. “Oh, honey. You are not the first pretty lady to ask me that. No can do,” he tsks his tongue at you with a head shake. 

“I can give you something,” you blurt out as you reach into the pocket of your pants. 

“Oh yeah?” He asks, flirtatiously, raising his eyebrows in amusement. 

You smile sweetly and pull out your gift in your closed palm. You slowly move your hand down to his and slip the gift into his palm. 

The bodyguard peers down at his palm, smirks with satisfaction, and turns to the bodyguard next to him. He looks around behind you and then says, “Escort her to Mr. Styles’ room, Mike.” 

The other bodyguard, Mike, looks at you while nodding. He opens the curtain quickly and pulls you inside. You feel your heart racing inside of your chest the more you walk down the long hallway. The cheering fades away, it starts to feel cooler which sends chills down your spine, and then he stops in front of a door. 

“Harry Styles” the sign reads on the door, you gulp down your nerves, letting out a shaky breath, and Mike opens the door with a key. He holds the door open for you, letting you in, “Good luck.” 

You nod at his response, not being able to say anything in return, feeling extremely nervous now even with the alcohol in your system, and you take a look around the dressing room. 

Holy shit, you’re in. 

You look around the room to check it out. You walk around slowly. There’s two black leather couches facing each other, one black table in the middle littered with shot glasses, empty red cups, and powdery substance. 

You bite your lip as you notice his different luggages and bags opened with clothes sprawled out of it. The vanity mirrors lights are on with different eyeliners, different colored bandanas, and a couple of guitar picks too. 

You see that there is a bed on the corner of the room, raising your eyebrow curiously, you walk closer to it, and peer at it. It’s still made and you wonder why it’s even here if apparently he doesn’t do groupies. 

You wonder if you’d be considered a groupie. You’ve never had sex with any celebrity. Hopefully, tonight changes that. 

You start playing with your fingernails while you wait, becoming increasingly aware of what you’re doing and wondering if you’re really cut out for this. You let out a shaky breath and turn around quickly when you hear the door to the room open. 

Your breathing hitches when you make eye contact with Harry Styles. 

He’s smiling widely, sweat covering his extremely toned body, his banana is in his hand, the zipper to his leather pants is halfway undone, his chest is moving in deeply with his breathing, and his eyebrows furr when he notices you. 

You lick your lips, quickly adjusting your stance, and you smile at him. Trying to hide your shaking hands. 

“Hi,” you breath out to him. 

“Hello?” He questions as he continues to walk inside his dressing room. “What-what are you, uh, doing in here?” He lets his eyes rack down your body slowly. 

“Um.. ha,” you giggle out. You rub your hands on your upper arms, “Funny story actually. I-uh.. I bribed a bodyguard to bring me back here.” You smile softly showing your teeth. Trying your best to not look like a complete psycho stalker. 

“Really?” He asks, his tone is enthusiastic like he can’t believe you. He walks past you, your body turns to follow his movement, he chugs a water battle, and raises his eyebrow at you in anticipation. He kicks off his combat boots to different areas of the room, still watching you with amusement. 

“Oh!” Your eyes go wide, “I, uh, slipped him a little something.” 

“Did ya?” He teases with a mischievous smile teasing his lips. 

You bite your bottom lip, “Yeah.” 

Harry walks slowly around the room and towards the leather couches. He sits down in one of them, letting out a deep exhale, he tilts his head back to relax, and you look around the room not really sure what to do. You decide to sit down on the corner of the couch in front of him. 

“So,” Harry starts. “Why did you bribe the bodyguard with a little something to get back here?“ 

You sit there pondering on what to say. Debating on what to say that will convince him to sleep with you. You watch him as he watches you, he’s manspreading on the couch, one hand on his thigh, the other resting on the back of the couch, his eyes going up and down your body slowly, and he’s biting his lip. 

You decide to show that you’re confident in what you want. You reach down to unzip your platform boots, you slip your feet out, and exhale lowly. 

You got this, you tell yourself. 

You stand up, move in front of him, your hands are shaking, you swallow the nervous lump in your throat, and unzip your pants from the side. You make eye contact with Harry, he’s still watching your every move, his mouth parting open, you slowly push your pants down to your ankles to slip them off to reveal your cherry red lacy thong. Which barely covers anything at all. 

You watch Harry as his eyes focus on your most private parts, his hand moving towards his own, and he groans when he adjusts himself on the couch. 

You still haven’t said a word, your skin is erupting in nervous goosebumps, and you reach to your back to unhook your bra. 

You let the straps fall down your shoulders, peering at him from underneath your eyelashes as you let your bra fall down your chest, and you hold it in your fingertips. 

Standing there naked in front of Harry, feeling yourself getting turned on just by the way he’s looking at you like he wants to eat you, and his noticeable erection full view. 

You let your bra fall from your fingertips. Licking your lips you say, “I want you to fuck me.” 

“Fuck,” Harry groans out, his fingertips reaching out to brush your hips, shivers run down your spine, you lean into his touch, and you can’t believe this is real. 

You wait for his true response, looking down at him, your hair casting over your face slightly, and you feel yourself already panting in anticipation. 

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he says as he suddenly wraps a strong arm around your waist, pulling you down to sit on his lap, you land with a hard bounce, moaning when you feel his already hard dick against your covered core, and your hands land on his toned abs. 

“Yeah?” You reply with a smile, pushing your hair away from your face, pushing your breasts higher to him, and wait for him to do something. 

His eyes are still eating you up, he licks his lips as both of his arms land on your hips, and he moves one to the back of your neck. 

Your skin feels like it’s on fire right now, you watch his face with your mouth parting open slightly, and you try not to react when he says, “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re not going to be able to walk out of here.” 

Your face breaks out into a big smile at his words, you push your hips down to his dick to tease him some more, and he roughly pulls you into him. 

His lips land on yours hungrily, you wrap your arms around his neck, shoving your breasts against his chest, and moaning into his mouth at his taste. He tastes like tequila and he smells so fucking good. You weren’t sure if it was his natural scent or if it was cologne mixed with it. You had no idea, but you wanted to devour him. You knew you tasted like cherry vodka and you secretly hoped he liked it. 

Your kiss becomes messier, your lips crashing against his, your hips grinding against his hard dick still under his leather pants, he hisses into your mouth, his tongue fighting with yours for dominance, and you lick the inside of his mouth. You bite down on his bottom lip, sucking it, and moaning loudly when he tugs on your hair. You taste metallic, licking his lips, and you both pull away simultaneously. 

You’re both panting loudly, chests moving in sync, his eyes wide, and he laughs loudly. 

You smile at his reaction, your arms hanging loosely on his shoulders, and slipping your hands into his sweaty curls. 

“You’re a fucking dream, Cherry. You taste so fucking fantastic,” he moans out to you, pride filling your stomach, you beam at him as he starts to open mouth kiss your neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over you.

Cherry. 

His fingertips pinching each one of your nipples, your head falling back in pleasure as the only sound in the room is your panting and the noises Harry is making as he laps his lips around your breasts. 

You whine loudly, looking down at him, holy fucking shit, and Harry suddenly wraps his arms on your waist pulling you up into the air. 

“Holy,” you breath out, he doesn’t stop kissing your body, he stands holding you up with one strong arm while his other hand is shoving off his leather pants in a rush. 

You look down at his long legs underneath you, moaning when you see he isn’t wearing any underwear. Harry’s dick is throbbing underneath you, bouncing in its full length, and his red tip is leaking already. 

Harry pushes your body against the wall, your groan in pain and pleasure as your body arches into him, his free hand now touching your breasts. His hands feel giant against your breasts. You can feel yourself almost dripping. 

Harry shoves everything off the vanity, all the items falling to the floor loudly, and he sucks on your neck while doing so. 

Harry sets you down onto the vanity desk, your legs spread open for him, and you watch him as he gets down onto his knees in front of you. 

Harry Styles on his fucking knees in front of you. 

His beautiful green eyes are on yours, he winks at you with a smirk, before he taps your hips to lift. You lift your hips as he tugs your thong off. 

“Fuck,” he groans out. “You’re fucking drenched, Cherry. Your pussy is fucking wet for me.” 

You smile at his nickname for you and nod yes. 

“All for you.” 

His fingers move to your slits, he spreads you open, and suddenly his mouth is on your core. 

You gasp in a sudden breathe when you feel his mouth moving on you. “Holy shit!” Your hands slipping in his curls, once again, and tugging them. 

Harry raises your legs over his shoulders, leaving them there, as he devours your sweet glistening pussy. 

You can’t look away from him, you’re marking this memory in your brain forever, and your hips grind into his face. 

Harry’s big hands go underneath your ass, holding you in place as he continues to eat you out, his tongue making you feel blissful. You can hear him groaning against you, sending vibrations in all the right spots, his tongue lapping up all your wetness, flickering your clit which makes you jump in his hold, but it feels so fucking good.

He slips in a finger into your wet pussy, starting to stretch you out, his cold rings against your pussy makes you want to combust already, you whine out, “Oh my god!” 

Suddenly, you’re in the air. Your legs are hooked on his shoulders, Harry is holding you up with one hand underneath your ass, his other hand fingering you slowly, and you feel like you’re in a fucking dream. 

He moves you against the wall, the cold wall feels good on your hot skin, and you lean against it to allow him more room. 

“Fuck,” you whine loudly when Harry sucks on your clit, sending shockwaves down your body, and Harry laps your pussy again. He sucks against the skin on your thighs, which you know is leaving bruises, and he moans up at you. 

“You’re a fucking sight,” he says as he inserts another finger in you. Your face falls in pleasure, his fingers starting to fuck you faster and harder, his mouth is in your pussy again, lips wrapping around your clit, and your body starts getting tighter. 

“Ohmygodohmygod,” you cry out in pleasure. Harry doesn’t falter in his hold as you’re in the air, his fingers don’t slow down, his mouth keeps sucking and licking in all the right places, and your abdomen starts tightening. 

Your hands tugs at his curls, he’s moaning against you, and you grind your hips against his mouth in pleasure. 

It’s when his fingers curl inside of your pussy, touching your g-spot, his mouth sucking your clit, that you absolutely lose it. You’re a whining mess above him, clenching down on him, feeling like you’re going to cry from pleasure, and your orgasm takes complete control of you. 

Your body shakes in his hold from your orgasm, your wetness soaking him as he laps you up, you can hear him slurping up your post-orgasm. 

Harry wiggles his fingers that are still inside of you, you let out a shriek as he pulls them out and Harry lifts you with both hands on your waist. His face looks freshly pussy fucked, he has red lipstick smearing against his cheeks and mouth, and he sets you down around his waist, your legs wrapping around his waist. 

You can feel his big dick still hard and bouncing under you. 

“You’re a fucking squirter. I fucking love it,” he hums and pulls you against his lips. You moan as you taste yourself on his lips and tongue. 

“You’re so hot,” you whisper into his mouth and he smirks against you. 

“I’m not done with you yet,” he bites your bottom lip and moves towards the couch. 

He sits down, holding you above his dick, he pumps his dick in his hand, his eyes never leaving you, and you put your hands on his shoulder to balance yourself. 

You bite your lips, reaching down with one hand, wrapping it around his thick dick, and you align yourself with it. 

You tilt your chin up, not breaking eye contact with him, his eyes glazing over when your pussy finally makes contact with his dick. 

“Fuck,” he moans out as his dick spreads your pussy open, his rough fingers digging into your lush hips, you let out a loud moan, your eyes rolling backwards at the feeling of him spreading you open, “You’re so fucking tight. The-fuck-the tightest pussy I’ve ever had.” 

His mouth latches onto your nipple, sucking and licking, making your body arch into him, your hips moving up and down slowly trying to find a good rhythm. The sensation of his big dick inside of you, making you feel extremely hot all over, your nails digging into his skin, his hips starting to meet your movements. His tongue swirling on each of your nipples, slowly, leaving a trail of spit as he moves between the two. 

You whine and moan on top of his from all the sensations you’re feeling. You don’t think you’ve ever felt this way with somebody else. Not this fucking good. 

“You’re fucking pussy is going to be the end of me,” Harry whispers into your chest, leaving bruises with his mouths all over you. You moan out, “Harry,” which makes him move one of his hands to your neck, he squeezes the sides, palm down, your mouth pants open, his thrusts getting faster underneath you. 

He lifts his hips up, holding your hips tightly against him to hold you steady, both of your skins are glistening with sweat, the room smelled like sweet sex, and all you feel is pleasure. 

“You’re so fucking big,” You choke out in a pant, squeezing your walls against him. He holds you still as his hips meet yours, roughly and fast. He pulls your body into his, your breasts on his chest, his mouth moving towards your ear, “You’re being such a good fucking girl, aren’t you?” You nod into his head as you start kissing and licking his neck. “Taking me so fucking good, yeah? Your pussy was meant to be mine, Cherry.” 

His lips wrap around your earlobe, sucking it roughly, “You’re so deep,” you say with a cry, tears pricking the corner of your eyes. 

He keeps his thrusts the same, slowing down a bit as he pushes your body apart from his, you lean back as you both look down, your glistening pussy taking in his dick, your walls taking him in so good, and you bite your bottom lip at the view. 

Harry chuckles, “Fucking amazing, huh?” You met his eyes, nodding, your legs feeling sore already, but you can’t stop meeting his thrusts. 

“Tired, baby?” 

You shake your head no, gripping his shoulders, letting your head hang back, your hips increasing speed, his fingers pinching and playing with your nipples, and then they inch down to your pussy. 

You place open mouth kisses all over his chest, licking his pecks, and biting down wherever you could. 

You gasp loudly when you feel his thumb on your clit, he starts to rub it slowly, you make eye contact, his mouth is parted open, his eyes never leaving your face, “That feel good?” 

“Mmmm,” you moan out, feeling numb as his thumb increases speed on your clit. You know you’re all swollen and sensitive. He’s loving the view in front of him. 

You start feeling the familiar sensation in the pit of your stomach, “I’m close” you breath out. 

“Fuck yeah,” he moans, his thumb increasing his speed as your whining gets higher and louder, your legs start shaking around him, as you let out the loudest moan of the night as your orgasm takes over you. 

“Fuck yes,” Harry yells as his hips move faster in you to ride your orgasm, his hips snapping against your wet pussy, “God, this pussy is fucking heaven. Have you fucked any other rockstar like this?” 

You shake your head no, panting and feeling so fucking light, “Never.”

“Not even Tommy Lee? I’ve heard he has a big fucking dick.” He chuckles at his own comment, his hips slowing down as you come down from your orgasm, you go limp in his arms, he still holds you steady, and you smile at him. 

“I’ve only ever wanted to fuck you,” you say with a blissed out smile. 

“Fuckin’ hell. Really?” He says with a tone that he doesn’t believe you, you look at his face, and he’s smiling at you, dimples and all. His hips still moving slowly underneath you, you hiss at your sensitive walls. “Mhhmmm,” you hum out as you kiss his lips slowly. 

“Only you,” you whisper into his mouth, licking his lips, and he smiles another toothy smile. 

“I’m not done with you yet.” 

“Oh?” You question, your fingers moving to his curls, and he winks at you. He stands up, easily as if you don’t weight a thing, his dick slipped out of your pussy, you whine at the emptiness. “Hold on, princess.” 

He sets you down onto the made bed, “Ass up,” and your body does what he says. He adjusts your body to his liking, your upper half laying down on the bed, your knees on the edge of the bed, with you ass up high, and he sets down a loud smack on your ass. 

You let out a yelp at the burn, but moan at the sting. You reach out for a pillow to hold under you, 

“You’re still so fucking wet for me. Jesus, fucking- oh- you’re still dripping,” he says behind you, his fingers touching your wetness, you can hear him suck on his fingers with a moan, you whimper into the mattress, wiggly your ass in the air for him, “I’m coming, Cherry. Patience, baby.” 

You feel his dick slide inbetween your wet thighs, you spread yourself wider for him, and you can feel him guiding himself into your pussy and into your dripping folds. 

You moan as he teases you with the tip of his dick, his mouth kissing the arch of your back, licking down to your ass cheeks, and your pussy starts throbbing in want. 

“Please,” you whine out at him, begging. 

“Such a good girl,” he groans out, the tip of his dick at your entrance, you close your eyes, hands gripping onto the bed sheets in want, his dick bottoms out inside of you in one motion, your walls squeezing around him. 

“Oh!” You moan out, tilting your head back, panting as he starts thrusting inside of you. 

His thick dick buried deep inside of you, filling you up so fucking good, “Fuck, I meant it when I said you have the thighest fucking pussy I’ve ever fucked.” 

You beam with pride, moving your hips back to meet his thrusts, his hands moving to your shoulders to keep you steady as the fucks you senseless. 

He slides out his dick, the tip moving out of your pussy, he moves it to flick your clit, gasping in pleasure, he thrusts back into you, your body jerking against his with every slam of his perfect dick. 

His hand moves into your hair, gripping the roots and he pulls it into his palm, your neck tilts back, pleasure runs through you, goosebumps erupting all over your skin, “Fuck! Harry—oh—fuck!!” You whine, tears falling down your cheeks in pleasure, “You fuck me so fucking good!” you cry out. 

He growls behind you as he watching his dick move in and out of you, glistening for all your juices, “Don’t stop!” You tell him as you grip onto the sheets, his hand still tugging at your hair, he slips his other hand onto your neck, squeezing the sides of it which causes you to moan and cry again. 

You both are panting loudly, moans and cries, he continues to pound into your slick pussy, his dick meeting your spongy area, filling you with bliss again, you curse underneath him. 

You felt so sensitive with each hard thrust, but you could feel yourself coming close again. You start feeling overwhelmed by the sensation, but you can’t stop. You’re in fucking heaven right now. 

He pulls out of you suddenly, letting you go, he flips you on your back, he pulls your legs over the edge of the bed, wrapping them around his waist, he looks fucked out as he slams back into you, not even letting you adjust. 

You cry out at him, his hips slamming into you hard, your legs are shaking around his waist, one of his hands wraps around your throat again, he squeezes, you wrap one hand on his wrist, and the other clutches onto the bed sheets. 

“Fucking best pussy,” he whispers at himself, his hand moving to your clit again, you cry out when his fingers slap your clit gently, shocks erupting inside of you. 

“Harry—I—I don’t think I can,” you cry out, tears still falling down your cheeks. 

“Fuck no, baby. Yes you fucking can,” he says, his fingers moving against your clit, his dick hitting your g-spot so deeply, your breasts bouncing up and down from his thrusts, and you feel like you might pass out from pleasure. 

He’s fucking you hard and senseless, making sure you’re going to come again for the third time, he’s hitting all your spots, spots you had never even felt before, your hips grinding at his thrusts, “Harry!” 

“Hold on a little bit more, baby. I’m almost there,” he croacks out, his forehead is sweating, you adjust your head so you can look at him, he looks drunk on you, his hand still squeezing your throat, you squeeze his forearm so he can look at you, his eyes snap to yours. 

When he sees you’re already staring, he smiles drunkily, winks at you, and continues to slam into your pussy deeply. His fingers don’t stop on your clit, they increase their speed, you pant as you see him groan out a moan, his eyes clenching shut, “My fuckin’ pussy.”

You nod when he opens his eyes, “You ready?” He asks, your orgasm at the brink of taking over, but trying your best to hold off until he let you come. 

“Mmmhmmm,” you whine out, your legs still shaking around him. 

“Fuck yes, come on baby. Let go. Let go for me, baby. Show me how I make you fucking feel,” he whispers, his speed increasing a bit, as soon as those words slip out of his mouth, your body reacts in releasing your orgasm.

“Fuck!!” You cry out as your orgasm makes your entire body start to shake. Your hardest fucking orgasm rocks your body. You swear you’re seeing black spots in your vision. 

“Fucking—-shit!!” He yells out above you, your legs thighten around him, he grips onto your thigh hard, as he releases inside of your fucked out pussy. 

You feel his hot cum coat your walls, his abs flexing above you, he’s smiling, dimples creasing, his dick still in your tight pussy, you squeeze slowly, and he hisses in pleasure. 

Your ears are still ringing as you continue to come down from your third orgasm. 

He slowly pulls out, you both hiss at the empty feeling, he smiles a lazy smile at you before he goes into the restroom. He comes back with a soaked rag in one hand, your legs feel so sore, and you let yourself breathe in deeply to relax. 

He gently cleans you up before cleaning himself. You adjust yourself to the top of the bed, pull the soft blanket that was folded on top of one of the pillows, and cover yourself. You want to reveal this feeling just a bit more. 

While Harry is in the bathroom, you look at your body quickly. You admire all the bruises he left you with his mouth and his hands. You know you’re going to have this memory forever. 

You giggle after a few seconds because you can’t believe this really happened. 

“Holy fuck! That was fucking-holy-wow,” Harry pants out as he flops down next to you, crossing his arms over his head, and stares at you in amazement. 

He has a big toothy smile, messy eyeliner, your red lipstick all over his body, and all you want to do is lick his abs.

You giggle at him while you tug off the blanket on your naked body. You sit down on the side of the bed, stretching your arms above your head, and about to get off the bed. 

You’re suddenly pulled back by your waist into Harry’s chest. You let out a loud laugh as he adjusts you into his hips, his grip tightening on your waist, “Where do you think you’re going?” 

His eyes twinkle with mischief. You blush under his stare, covering your face with your hands, and bite the corner of your nail bed on your index finger. 

“Home?” You reply, but it sounds like more of a question. 

“Nah, baby. You’re coming with me to Vegas. I can’t let go of the girl that just inspired my next hit single.”

Your eyes go wide, mouth drops in shock, and you slap your hands on his chest. 

Harry lets out a barking laugh, head tilting to his headboard, and you search his face for a lie. 

“Are you serious?” You whisper. You can’t believe what he just told you. 

“Hell yes, baby. I’m fucking serious,” he exclaims while he pulls you down to him by grasping your neck. 

Your teeth buckle together with his, his mouth is rough on yours, but you love it. Your lips move against his in rhythm, his lips plump because of all the kissing and biting, you lick the inside of his mouth. He groans, hips bucking up again, and you giggle. 

You pull away, biting his lip, he moans into your mouth, his eyes going backwards, and you whisper, “Okay.” 

You guess you’re going to Las Vegas now. 

*****

ROCKSTAR HARRY STYLES RELEASES NEW SINGLE “COMPLICATED FREAK”

Rumors fill the LA streets of this filthy-dirty-sex song about how it’s inspired by the new mystery lady that Styles hang off of. 

Nobody knows who or where this mystery girl came from. Was she a friend before lover? An upcoming celebrity? A fan? A groupie? Who knows! 

But all we know is that we wish we were her right now!!

Listen to the lyrics below to see what we're talking about!!

“Alright London, this is my final show in my European leg, and I don't like saying goodbye!” You scream into your microphone. The crowd goes wild, cheering at you, which makes you smile widely.

The arena is full with people, and you can’t believe you’ve reached the point in your career where stadiums fill just because you are there. It is insane, and it makes you swoon. It had been a surreal experience. And while you're sad that it is coming to an end (or for now at least), you cannot wait to finally be able to be with Harry for a good couple of weeks, all by yourselves.

“We have a couple of songs left, so our time together is not quite up yet!” You know your words bring comfort from the reactions of people, there are no sad faces yet, just joyful people.

“I debated a lot over what to do for my last show, maybe I should bring someone out?” The crowd goes into a frenzy, many start jumping, and chant for Harry, “Nah, I don’t think so! But then I had the most brilliant idea…”

At your trailed off words, the lights dim. It was apparent many were confused, some screamed for songs that were not on the setlist, some still chanted for your boyfriend. It seemed a formal collaboration was due.

The notes for Complicated Freak start playing in the background, some dramatic pauses, and it repeats again. You dance a little around the stage, the flashing lights making you seem like you’re disappearing and reappearing.

He got wrapped up in somebody else I’m wrapped up stuck in love with myself I never saw this coming around But I miss his skin on me now

People dance to the beat, obviously not knowing the lyrics to the song. You know some people will deem the song too freak-ish, but that is very much the point.

Tip of my tongue, he’s pulling my hair I do what he wants anywhere Back seat of the car and up in the air But I miss how he kissed everywhere

There is a prominent gasp at your blunt lyricism. You absolutely loved it, which meant this song would be something you’d perform every once in a while, just to give the fans a taste of something different. Your boyfriend did it, and it made you go mad (while could just ask for him to sing the song in heartbeat), each and every time

I can’t get you off my mind I can’t get you off my mind I still crave it, complicated freak I still crave it, complicated freak I still crave it, complicated Freak

Your hips moved to the rhythm of the song, while you moved your hands down your body. It was so exciting to be so explicit with your show. Your manager would probably sigh, and then not say anything, because maybe you wouldn’t be like this again. But you planned to improve your moves, and make it obvious what the song meant (although it didn’t take a genius to know), while never addressing it again.

Turned up too late one too many times Bad choice of words in my alibi Guess I love crazy, out of your mind You lost your head, so I'll give you mine

You were sure there was no feeling better than shocking your fans. To know that you are the one to make them smile, that your actions make their days better. You knew that there was no way you would ever forget this moment, this was an out of world experience.

The music was loud, but the fans were louder. Many just screamed as you neared them, or moved your hips a bit too much, since they really didn{t know the song.

I can’t get you off my mind I can’t get you off my mind I still crave it, complicated freak I still crave it, complicated freak I still crave it, complicated Freak

Your singing was now accompanied by some fans, and that simple action made you smile like crazy. You grab your microphone from its stand, and point it towards them, mouthing the song while bopping your head.

She got wrapped up in somebody else I’m wrapped up stuck in love with myself (ha)

I can’t get you off my mind I can’t get you off my mind I still crave it, complicated freak I still crave it, complicated freak I still crave it, complicated Freak

The last thing the fans see before the lights go out is your breathless state, blowing kisses to fans who scream for you.