based on this request!! thank you for asking i hope you enjoy :)) 🫶 i really took this places. its low-key also based on a dream lmao
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Backstage* - Harry Styles
Harry doesn’t take it well after his girlfriend gets back at him for teasing her in an unfortunate circumstance that past weekend. Especially since it resulted in him getting hard on stage.
Pairings: Harry Styles x Girlfriend!Reader
Content Warning: Dom!Harry, Sub!Reader, Light exhibitionism (hidden sex toy), Nicknames (sir), Spanking, Fingering (fem!receiving) Masterbation (fem), Oral (male!receiving), Overstimulation (fem!receiving), Unprotected p in v sex, Rough sex, Choking, Light face slapping, Light breeding kink, Creampie
Word Count: 3.8k
MDNI!!! 18+
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I know it probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but I couldn’t help myself. Not after last weekend when Harry decided it would be fun to tease me under the table, during a dinner with his band and some crew members, of all places. They didn’t notice, but they might as well have. I had to use the first excuse that came to my mind when I let out a louder-than-expected ‘yelp’.
“Oh my god! I think something just ran by my foot!”
The combination of the others freaking out and trying to get a worker, and Harry’s eyes watering from holding back his laughter. There’s nothing quite like that. I just hope I didn’t accidentally ruin that perfectly good restaurant’s reputation.
Which leads me to tonight.
As Harry was in his dressing room getting last minute checkup’s done, I sat down on the couch a few feet away, and my plan was already in motion. I couldn’t help but shift around. All I need to do is wait till he’s alone to tell him.
A door shutting brought me back to reality, now that it was just us. “What d’you think?” He gave a little spin with a subtle smile.
He looked really good. There’s something about Harry in denim that completely takes your breath away. Too bad I can’t say anything yet. I didn’t want to throw him off, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.
“Hmm, I like it…”
He furrowed his eyebrows slightly as I smirked up at him. He parted his lips to say something, but nothing came out. Seems like he needed a second. My plan is working.
“But…”
I stood up off the couch to start adjusting his hair a little bit before I spoke out. His hands went to hold my hips softly as he expected an explanation.
I chuckled at the confused look that appeared on his face. This poor man. He has no clue. I placed my hands on his chest and leaned in closer, lips mere inches apart.
“Remember last weekend?” I smiled with a faux-humorous undertone.
He let out a breathy chuckle against me.
“Hard to forget.” He smirked. I hummed sweetly, although it was anything but that.
“I hope that was fun for you...One other thing that you might find interesting…” I started rubbing my hands up and down his chest. He let out a sigh from my touch.
“I have a vibrator inside me right now.” I whispered with a sensual tone. He clenched his jaw and darted his eyes down to my crotch.
As he opened his mouth to speak, a knock on the door interrupted whatever he was going to say.
“Harry man, we need you out here now!”
I smiled and leaned up to kiss his cheek and wished him luck. He clenched his jaw and walked to the door, rubbing his hands down his face before opening it and leaving.
I haven’t turned it on yet. I figured it’d be best to wait till the show started. After checking my appearance quickly, I left to go to one of the openings where I can see him from backstage. Luckily, nobody was standing with me at the particular one.
Once the intro to Daydreaming started, I pulled out the remote in anticipation of Harry. I plan to turn it on once he sees me. It’s a bit of an awkward area to look at, I know he’ll put in the effort though, especially after what I told him.
He started doing his thing, moving around while looking absolutely stunning, with a gleaming smile.
“Living in a Daydream…” Harry’s voice beamed through the speakers beautifully.
He was making his way around the stage, letting everyone get their first close-up glimpse of him. Once he got closer to where I was, he finally made eye contact with me, and they darted down to the remote in my hand as it pressed down on a button.
He let out a line unintentionally deeper than any other line he’s sung so far. Harry made a weak attempt to cover that up by looking at a sign and shaking his head.
Seeing the first breath leave my lips was killing him.
I knew the truth, and it seems like so will the packed venue. In the midst of Harry moving around in his jeans, they began to get increasingly tighter.
My legs started to feel heavy as my whole body felt light at the same time. It was not easy standing on my own for this. I subtly used my hand to press the vibrator into me harder, eyes briefly firming shut at the feeling. My hips began a slow grind as the show continued.
I could only focus on two things: this feeling, and Harry’s angry eyes beaming at me whenever he could, struggling to not give anything away.
The adrenaline coursing through me only heightens the heat building up in my core. It normally takes longer for me to reach this part but I can’t help it.
“Hello! I’m Harry!” He introduced himself to the crowd who paid their life savings to attend, how humble. It couldn't be more obvious that he was hard. Maybe fans will think it’s the jeans? Who am I kidding?
When he started thanking the fans, he looked at me, and his voice wavered. That’s when it hit me.
As my breath hitched, the tight coil exploded in a sudden, deep wave of pleasure. I felt the need to bite my lip, so nobody heard, now that it was just Harry’s voice.
He looked so pissed off. I was going to continue, but I figured it’d be best to let him cool down. I also don’t want to risk my privacy ending at a time that would make me stop going out in public.
I ungracefully walked back to Harry’s dressing room, legs slowly regaining their balance. Once I arrived, the first thing I needed to do was go to the bathroom. I removed the toy, cleaned it up, actually used the facilities, then went back out to put the now clean toy away.
I was now aimlessly spinning around in Harry’s vanity chair, waiting patiently. On top of the concert still having an hour and a half left, he always chats up and thanks everybody on his way over. Him being the world’s slowest talker, it tends to take a minute.
After mindlessly watching him perform from the tv in the room, Harry eventually made his way inside, locking the door without speaking a word or looking at me. He stood right next to me and looked into the mirror as he took off his stage gear, then opened the fridge to grab a bottle of water.
“Hi…” I spoke out softly.
I got nothing but silence as he sat down on the couch, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip of water. That’s when he decided it was time to respond.
“Hey.” He was eerily calm, like he was waiting for one more reason to snap. His hands fiddled with the label on the water bottle. I huffed out a breath.
“You were great tonight, as always…” I reflected quietly, unsure of his mood. He chuckled in disbelief.
“Strip and bend over my lap.” He placed the water on the coffee table and leaned back expectantly, arms rested on the back of the couch. I scoffed at him. Does he really think he has the right to be upset with me? I did this because of him!
“Was I not speaking English? You had your little get back, so take off your fucking clothes-" He gestured his finger at me up and down without moving his hand. "and bend over my lap. Now.” He continued assertively.
I squinted my eyes and stood up slowly. Knowing his mood, I probably shouldn’t do anything to make it worse. However, it’s fun to see how far it’ll go.
I began to strip, starting with my boots, then my top, and jeans. Harry typically likes to take off my bra and underwear on his own, so I looked at him for guidance in case he didn’t want that right now. When he nodded his head towards me, I knew I had made the right call.
He kept both arms on the back of the couch as he waited for me to get into the position he wanted. I sauntered over in my hot pink lacy set I wore just for Harry. Once I reached him, I bent over his lap, with my arms behind my back.
I thought he would touch me as soon as I laid down, but he didn't. He took his time. Harry needed me not to know when to expect whatever he was going to give me. I could feel his eyes burning into me like he had heat vision, my whole body warming at the feeling.
Just when I was about to say something, Harry spoke up after placing a hand over mine to softly trace his fingers along my palms
"You know why I'm doing this, don't you, baby? He interrogated with a low tone.
My body shifted slightly at the drop of his voice. Harry doesn't always get like this, but when he does...shit.
"No, I was getting you back for last weekend. Why are you the only one who gets to win?" I argued.
He grunted out of frustration - slap! I gasped as his hand met my ass for the first time. Hopefully, nobody heard that.
"Did you ask me if you could touch yourself? No.” He hissed, tone dripping with irritation. “Did you ask me if you could cum? Definitely not.” He laughed bitterly.
Slap!
"Did fifteen thousand people see you dripping down your thighs in that restaurant?” He slapped again. I had no choice but to start grinding due to the lack of touch. The action reminds me of how sensitive I had gotten when my underwear moved against my clit. I let out an uncontrollable whimper.
“Does that sound like me winning?” Harry questioned with no room for lies.
I chewed my lip. “No…”
He hummed menacingly and slowly began teasing his fingers over my covered crotch. Another sound escaped softly. “You’re fucking sensitive…Does my greedy girl have anything to say for herself?” Harry challenged with confidence.
He spanked me once more with his free hand, making sure I heard him.
“I’m sorry, sir…I shouldn’t have-” A sharp, airy moan cut me off when he started circling my clit. His fingers accelerated, and I squirmed out of reflex.
The overwhelming pleasure is biting at me in the best way possible. “Shouldn’t have what?” He questioned sternly.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to focus on answering him and not on what he’s doing.
“I shouldn’t have touched myself without your permission.” I admitted in defeat.
With his right hand, he pulled my underwear to the side. The other one touching me now has access to finger me at the same time.
“Why?” Harry inquired further.
His free hand moved to my throat, choking me as he pulled my head up to lean over me from the side. The dark look in his eyes kept me locked on him as his face got inches away from mine.
“I’m not allowed to...” I attempted to speak, but it proved to be difficult with my restricted breathing and Harry’s continued movements inside me. He pouted at me with fake sincerity, as it sounded a bit pathetic.
Suddenly, he stopped his hand and let go of my neck.
“Get up.” Harry demanded hotly.
Completely dumbfounded, I stood up as best as I could. My legs are now light and shaky. I wasn’t sure what he wanted besides this, now standing to face him while he looked up at me.
“Ask.” He repeated as I blinked in confusion. What is he talking about? Am I having a stroke? My lack of knowledge only fuelled his frustration.
“Grab that fucking toy, get on your fucking knees, and ask properly like a good girl.”
The blush rose to my cheeks. His stare intimidated me into moving without thinking about it. I unzipped my bag and grabbed the silk drawstring sack the toy came in, pulling it out gently, along with the remote.
I took a few steps back to Harry, then plopped down to my knees. A taunting smirk formed on his face when he looked down on me. His head tilted expectantly.
“Can I please touch myself, sir?” I obediently asked him.
Harry nodded his head. He shrugged off his vest before he placed his left hand behind his head, as the other rested lazily on his hardened cock.
“Go ahead. Do it.” He encouraged me.
I bit my lip and moved my underwear over to insert the toy inside me, the clit stimulator now pressing into me at the perfect angle. I let out a gasp from the insertion, then reached down to pick up the remote that I blindly tossed onto the floor.
I pressed the on button and it was over for me. I shivered out a moan, squeezing my thighs together, and leaning forward to hold onto Harry’s calves, eyes on the object in between my legs.
"Don't look away. You wanted this, right? My reaction? I'm giving it to you." He rasped out dominantly as he began unbuttoning his jeans in what looked like...slow-motion.
Everything happening all at once was hard for me to process, my body needing it all but also needing to stop. I don’t want it to ever stop. Not with Harry.
"I'm gonna-I'm close please, sir can I please...cum" I whimpered shakily while he stared me down.
"Sweetheart, you're not gonna stop cuming till I say so. Though I appreciate you finally using your manners." My stomach twitched at his statement.
My hands squeezed him tightly as my orgasm started to approach quicker than I could process it. The last thing I saw before I closed my eyes was Harry's cock slapping against his abdomen as he pulled it out completely, before he gripped my hair to yank my head back.
I grinded feverishly as pained whines left my lips. He then reached his hand that was behind his head down to me, taking my right hand off his leg and bringing it down to my pussy.
"Get your hand wet and suck my cock-" Harry started, vision never leaving mine. "Then maybe I'll forget that you closed your eyes." He continued as he grunted against my lips, still not kissing me. I need to earn that. He straightened back up and placed both of his hands on the back of his head.
I maneuvered my hand around the toy to get my hand wet without moving it to another spot, then brought it up to Harry’s cock and started moving my hand up and down. He scooted closer to me, but it was still a bit hard to reach due to the fact that I couldn't stand on my knees, at least not that easily.
I had to try or Harry would've gotten mad, squeezing my thighs together, I lifted up. My underwear helped a bit. The change of positions did not. Now the toy is hitting an even deeper angle since I had to lean over slightly. My eyes rolled slightly as I moaned uncontrollably, a bit of drool fleeing my mouth and onto him.
My hand gripped him harder as I twitched. Harry brought down his right hand, slapping my face to get my attention, before putting his hand back. I whimpered at the action and immediately began working my mouth on him.
"Yeah, just like that, baby. What a good little slut..." He moaned out roughly. The noises I'm making are vibrating against him.
He moved both his hands to the back of my head to guide himself further down my throat. I choked when he thrusted forward till my nose met his skin. He roughly pulled me off, spit dripping down my chin.
“Go on, make me feel good.” Harry commanded.
Determined, I went back to sucking him into my mouth at a faster pace.
“Shit…” He murmured.
Harry reached down to grab the remote, turning it off. I gasped a little at the missing feeling, although I definitely needed a break. I released my mouth from his cock with a ‘pop’ sound, continuing to stroke him till he said otherwise.
"Cmon, stand up for me." He uttered rather quickly. I got up as quickly as I could, clearly not doing great.
Luckily, he held onto my hips as I struggled to stay on my feet.
Harry lifted one hand to move aside my underwear so he could remove the toy carefully. He sighed heavily at the state I'm currently in because of him.
"Fuck, baby...turn around" Harry whispered deeply, tossing the toy somewhere on the floor as I turned. Harry let out a groan as he began pulling down my underwear, it sticking to me before he got them off.
Next he unclipped my bra, running his hands up my shoulders to remove the straps, and then the entire bra. Harry moved his hands to my waist to guide me back till I landed on his lap, straddling him in reverse.
“I want you to ride me like this…just lean back and use it.” Harry instructed. Goosebumps covered my body from his words. He always knows how to make me feel everything all over.
“Yes, sir.” I spoke softly before grabbing his cock and guiding it into my entrance, he slipped in easily due to how wet I am. The stretch was still so intense. I don’t think I’ll ever really get used to it.
I shuddered out a moan as my back pressed against his chest. My head is now resting on his shoulder. He then grabbed my arms to fold them in between us. His other hand moved to pinch my nipple.
“Fuck…” I whimpered while rolling my hips back and forth in a slow grind to get comfortable. Harry turned his head to face the side of mine. His teeth latched onto my ear, then released it, before keeping his mouth hovered over it. I can feel his hot breath fanning down my neck.
“You like that? I can see how deep I am through your fucking skin.” Harry’s voice is deep, low, and hot. I began to bounce my hips after hearing his words, needing that spark inside me to grow.
“I love it so much.” I replied.
He released my arms to grab my waist with both hands so he could guide me at a quick, rough pace. My arms moved to grab the back of Harry’s neck for support as I screamed out loudly, causing Harry to move a hand to cover my mouth. His fingers practically covered my entire face.
“I can tell, god…you’re so loud…and wet…I bet everyone walking by can hear your pussy getting fucked…” He taunted me with a breathy smile.
My hips couldn’t stay still which caused Harry to squeeze my waist tighter. I can already feel the bruises forming, but I couldn’t care less. I’m so sensitive right now, I can barely think. He’s so hot, I feel so good, blah blah blah…thoughts gone…
I tightened around him uncontrollably and he grunted out, his hands slowing down on me slightly. The anticipation of everything, the tension of waiting, and being on stage, had him closer than he normally would be.
“I know you’re close…You gonna cum on my cock like a pretty slut?”
I nodded quickly since I couldn’t speak and he moved his hand down to grip my neck, then he finally leaned in to kiss me. I swear the whole world slowed down at this moment. I moaned into the kiss and he swallowed it down to hide it from anyone else.
“What do you have to say?” Harry mumbled into my mouth.
I could barely think at this point, but through the waves of pleasure overtaking my body, I managed to let out a weak “Thank you, sir…”
Harry bit my lip and moaned out. All of a sudden, I was spun around till my back hit the couch, now laying down with my legs loosely draped around Harry’s waist. His hips started a rapid pace that made my head spin.
“Harry I can’t-” All the attention on me is hard to handle, but there’s nobody else I’d want to handle it for besides him.
“You can and you will. Right here, right now, all over me and this fucking couch” I started to thrash uncontrollably, my brain has officially stopped functioning.
Harry just pinned me down harder.
My legs shook around him as I came harder than I have in a long time, my vision blurred. All I could see was the silhouette of a fucked out pop star shivering in pleasure above me. “God, I’m gonna cum..” His movement became rough and slow as he reached his peak.
“I need it please…” I whined out, barely above a whisper. Harry reached to grab my neck with both of his hands, both of mine now gripping his wrist.
“How bad?” Harry asked with a scolding glare. He brought his face down to mine, barely an inch away.
“Please cum in me, sir! I need so bad…wanna feel you inside me” My voice barely rasped out, as my breath was restricted and how weak I felt overall.
He looked into my eyes then down between us. “Yeah I bet-” Harry tried to keep it up, but he couldn’t. The rush was too intense.
“Fuck…” He mumbled under his breath as he felt me clenching, he came immediately after. I felt the hot release inside me as he watched it leak out of me. I watched his jaw clench when he began to fuck it back in. You’d think he was ready to have a second round.
All that was left to hear was our quick breaths trying to calm down. I could barely keep my eyes open with how spent I felt.
“Don’t ever do that again, you hear me?” Harry was the first to break the silence. He decided on bringing up my little plot.
“I don’t know…I enjoyed the consequences.” I smirked tiredly at him.
He smiled and shook his head “I love you.”
“I love you too…” I smiled back at him and he pecked my lips. As I watched him stand up and walk over to the bathroom, grabbing a cloth before beginning to wet it. I yawned as he made his way back over to me, grinning softly, admiration filling his eyes.
“Think you can manage the trip to the car sleepyhead?”
I glared at his cocky look as he hovered above me once more so he could start cleaning me up.
“Focus!” My hand swatted out at him lazily and he caught it, then kissed my hand.
How did I get so lucky?
