#harey styles

The same ray of sunshine that hit your face the first time you slept in Harry's bed, hit you again but this time he was next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist. This time you both were naked, you smiled when you remembered the night before.

You gently pulled his arm off of you before you got out of bed. Tiptoeing so you wouldn't wake Harry up or worse, smashing one of the lanterns. You started looking for your bra and thong but you found only the bra. Huffing, you grabbed Harry's black shirt he had the night before and went in the bathroom to take a shower.

There was a brand new toothbrush and a bottle of the face wash you use daily, you raised your eyebrow in confusion. Did Harry get you this stuff?

Your face in the mirror was different, as if you were... Prettier?

You smiled to yourself. And after you did your business and washed your face and brushed your teeth you went in the shower cabinet.

The hot water hit your body and you felt soreness in your thighs, maybe because you weren't used to opening your legs that wide.

You jumped when you felt the cabinet open.

"You scared the shit out of me!" You said, placing a hand to your heart, he smiled and kissed your cheek as he went in the cabinet and stood behind you.

"Good morning, lioness." He smiled as he reached for the shampoo bottle.

"G'morning, Gatsby." You turned to face him and put your arms around his neck, smirking.

"You feel okay?" He asked, spurting some of the product on his palm. "Turn around, let me wash your hair."

You turned again and gave him your back, you felt the cool shampoo on your scalp and Harry's fingers massaging it.

"I feel a little sore, that's normal, right?"

"Yes, love, that's completely normal. Each time will be easier so don't worry." He answered. Your hair was foamy by the time he grabbed the shower head to rinse your hair, his fingers brushing your hair softly.

"You know why I love your hair so much?" He asked, placing the shower head back.

"Why?" You asked.

"Because I get to do this." He whispered in your ear, grabbing your hair in one grip kind of roughly. Your head tilted back, mouth open as his own mouth began kissing the back of your neck.

His mouth left wet kisses down your spine, ass cheeks, he even bit your ass softly, not letting go of your hair, though it made your head tilt back further.

He parted your legs with his hand and started his work on your pussy, he loved having control even when he was down on his knees.

His mouth sucked in your pussy lips, gaining a few moans from you. His tongue worked magic on your clit, not caring if the water was still hitting his face. He dove with his whole face in your pussy, nibbing gently on your clit.

"Oh my fucking god, Harry, that feels so good!" You moaned, trying to keep your legs from shaking under his touch.

"You like that, huh?" He asked as his thumb was massaging your clit, his other hand still pulling on your hair.

You gave a moan as an answer but that wasn't enough for him.

"I asked you a question so you better answer, y/n." He whispered in your ear, his thumb still playing with your clit.

"Yes! God, yes, I do." You groaned, legs closing a little, he spanked your ass hard.

"Keep them fucking open for me." He growled, giving you another smack on your other ass cheek.

You tried, but you couldn't, it felt like you had no control down there.

"I can't, Harry, I can't. Fuck, please." Your scalp started hurting a little.

"It's okay, love. It's okay. Do you want that?" He ran his middle finger on your pussy.

"Yes, please." You breathed, biting your lip.

"Say my name, say whose finger you want inside your little pussy." He whispered, not giving you his finger yet.

"I want your finger, Harry. Please, baby, please." With that he slid his finger in your pussy, your back arched a little.

"God, you're so beautiful." He mumbled, finger going in and out.

He curled his finger and began shaking it inside of you, your moans could be heard from outside the mansion by that time when he hit your G-spot with his damn long finger.

"I'm gonna cum, Harry, shit! I can't hold it, don't stop, don't stop!"

"Give it to me, y/n, let go. Let go for me." He whispered in your ear as he worked faster in your pussy.

Your legs shook harder but his knee kept your legs apart, your back arched more as you screamed his name.

"Yes, baby, yes, that's so good. You're so good." He growled before taking his finger out.

He felt like he could no longer be 'Vanilla', he just couldn't.

He let go of your hair and grabbed your neck instead, the tip of his cock was rubbing against your pussy.

"Put it in and move." He ordered and you obliged, you reached to grab his dick and center it at your hole, when the tip was in you moved your ass back to put him all in your pussy.

"That's a good fucking girl." He smirked almost to himself and began fucking you slowly at first. "If you ever want to stop, just tell me, love."

You liked that he cared even with that dominant attitude of his.

His thrusts were slow but deep, he wanted to make your pussy adjust to the size of his cock.

"Faster, Vanilla." You teased and yeah, that pissed him off.

"What the fuck did you just say?" He stopped and his grip on your neck tightened a little.

"You heard me, Vanilla." You called him 'Vanilla' almost in a slow motion.

"Oh, you're going to be sorry." He said. His thrusts went faster enough to teach you a lesson but not hurt you.

Though you were being bitchy, he knew that you were not able to take his full force.

"You're going to regret what this slutty mouth of yours just said." He growled and he slipped two fingers into your mouth, you sucked on them immediately.

"God!" You screamed on his fingers as he was giving you deep thrusts.

"You wanna be slutty, huh? I can edge you over and over and over again, would you like that?" He asked but you wouldn't give him an answer as you were screaming at the mixture of pleasure and pain. "Fucking answer!" He growled and spanked your ass hard.

"Shit! No, Harry," You moaned, your body hurting from that position. But you wouldn't change it anyways, you were afraid of slipping. "I wanna cum around you, Harry, please, just let me cum." You pleaded.

"I'm coming to, baby, let go and cum all over my cock." He whispered and you let go of yourself. "Yes, baby, that's it!" He encouraged before he felt himself coming too so he pulled out immediately and jerked himself off on your ass.

He growled as his cum was spurting on your ass cheeks and lower back. When he came from his high, he leaned on you, but you felt like falling so he kept you in place.

Panting, he gave you a spank on the ass, "You're bitchy."

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Harry was shirtless in the kitchen, making you both breakfast while you were swaying your hips to a slow song in the living room.

His shirt that was around you showed your ass and pussy a little every time you raised your arms.

"Where's my thong, you little thief?" You asked walking towards him.

"Told you yesterday. It's mine." He answered, simply.

"So I have to go back home without anything covering little y/n?"

"No, you'll have to go back to the club without anything covering little y/n." He corrected, placing your breakfast on the plate.

"I can't, H." You said. He turned around handing you the plate, you held it from him and his hands held you by the waist as he began kissing your neck.

"Stay with me." He whined against your skin.

"I have work." You chuckled, still holding the plate.

"Don't care."

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After he gave you another round in the kitchen, he had you stay in his bed all day till it was time for you to go to work.

You started putting on your clothes while he laid in the bed, watching you, arms behind his head and a frown on his face.

"Wipe that face off, Harry." You said, pulling up your leather skirt.

"I want you to stay with me a little longer."

"Can't, baby, Sean would freak."

"Fuck him, work for me, I'll give you triple what he pays you." He said and you chuckled.

"I dance for free for you, Harry. Oh, I might be gone for a week or so."

"What?" He exclaimed straightening on the bed.

"I have to perform in Miami for the next week, so I'll be gone today."

He felt worried.

"Can I come?" He asked, trying to maintain his worry.

"Don't you have work?" You asked, putting on your tank top.

"I have people for that. Can I come? I'll drive you and Angela." He asked again, and you couldn't say no to spending more time with Harry.

"Yeah, why not? But Jessica and her fucker of a boyfriend are coming, too. They wanna have fun. They'll go by their own car" You began zipping your knee-high boots.

"Fine by me." He said as you put on your coat. "Don't go." He whined again as you leaned in to give him a peck on the lips.

"I have to, baby. Your chauffeur is already down there waiting for me. And oh, your two bodyguards are they gonna be at the club?"

"Yes, and don't ask why." He said in a monotone voice.

"I'll drop it for now. But this is not over, Harry." You grabbed your purse and was ready to leave. He huffed, but didn't argue.

You gave him a kiss in the air, "Bye, H."

"Bye, y/n." You closed the room's door behind you and went down to get in the car. You texted Angela to get you a fresh pair of underwear on your way to the club.

When you reached the club, got out of the car, walked in the club still texting. You were stopped in the hallway by a figure.

You looked up and saw Michael, looking down at you, he was tall, taller than Harry.

"What now, Michael?" You huffed.

"I need to speak with you." He answered, diving his fingers in his hair.

"About what?"

"About Harry."

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