COVER UP

A/N: if my boss asks, i did not spend my afternoon at work writing this filthy smut... but anyway, enjoy!!😏

WORD COUNT: 3.5k

WARNING: sexual content

SUMMARY: Harry gets a little too possessive when he sees your nipples peeking through your shirt.

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Harry is trying to focus on the conversation he is currently in, but he keeps finding himself eyeing you from across the bar. You’re perched up on a stool at the bar, talking to a friend from your group and Harry can’t take his eyes off of you. You’re glowing, a bright smile stretched across your face, your skin looks soft and he knows you smell amazing, because you had a shower before the two of you left the house a few hours ago and he could smell your favorite body wash lingering around you as you got dressed.

The skirt you’re wearing is daring some flesh, slipping up on your delicious looking thighs and his lips tingle from the urge to kiss them up until your pretty cunt that’s hidden from his sight right now.

He always finds himself so horny for you, no matter what you do. It doesn’t even have to be sexual, like when he got hard seeing you on the phone with your sister. He said it was because of how you were flipping your hair around, it looked hot so that’s why he demanded you to end the call and let him fuck you on the dining table.

Tonight however he knows why he is so hot and bothered by you. Eyeing your chest he has noticed that your nipples are peeking through your shirt. He knows for a fact you’re wearing a cotton bra underneath, but it has no padding or wires, that’s why it’s your favorite.

“It’s comfortable, I barely even notice I’m wearing it,” you told him once when he watched you get dressed from the bed.

He understands how uncomfortable a regular bra could be, so he’s happy you found something you like, but now he is experiencing the downside of it. Without the padding your nipples are making an appearance and they are very much demanding attention.

At first he just had his regular dirty thoughts about them, fantasizing about sucking and biting them just the way you like it, but then it hit him in the head that if he is able to see them, so is everyone else.

And he doesn’t like that thought at all.

It’s Friday night, the bar is pretty packed and there are several males around to ogle at your breasts and see your hard nipples. He has spent the past thirty minutes trying to control his jealousy and possessiveness, but when he catches a guy actually staring at your body, he just snaps.

Excusing himself from the little group he heads over to you just when your conversation partner departs to the restroom. As he approaches you he places his hand to the counter next to you, his arm now just at the right level to cover your chest.

“Hey babe,” you smile up at him, oblivious to the fire that’s burning inside him.

“Can you cover up, please? Did you bring a jacket or something?” he clears his throat, looking around.

“What? A jacket? I’m not cold,” you say, not quite sure why he is asking.

“I wouldn’t be that sure about that,” he grits through his teeth. “I’ll just get you a hoodie or something.”

“But I don’t need one, if anything, I feel hot,” you say, fanning yourself with your hands. The motion makes your breasts jiggle a tad bit and Harry is seeing red at this point. Grabbing your wrists he crosses your arms over your chest to cover you urgently. “Harry, what the–”

“Babe, just… don’t.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Your nipples are like bursting through your shirt,” he states and you look down, seeing them obviously making an appearance, but it doesn’t really phase you.

“And? Everyone has them.”

“But yours are like… way too obvious.”

“Too obvious?” you chuckle in disbelief. “No one said that about them, that’s for sure,” you huff, almost hurt at his comment. “I don’t think anyone cares about them, H.”

“I do,” he snaps. “I fucking do and… Okay, I admit, it’s making me fucking horny. There, is that what you wanted to hear?”

He stares down at you with such intensity, it makes you clench your thighs, because you see the raw passion and lust in them and you’re never immune to this version of Harry. The one that’s so obsessed with you, so possessive and animalistic, that the rest of the world just stops existing and it’s just you and him.

“My nipples are making you hard, H? Is that what’s happening?” you ask in a low tone and leaning closer you press a kiss underneath his jawline, feeling the vibrance of the grunt that bubbles from his throat at the touch of your lips.

“Yes. And I don’t want anyone else to have the same thoughts.”

“You can’t control thoughts, Harry. But you know you’re the only one who gets to actually touch them, play with them… suck on them…” You trail your hands up his hard chest until they reach the back of his neck and head, your fingers lacing through his chocolate curls.

“Another word, Y/N, and I’m gonna throw you over this bar and fuck your tits first, then your tight little cunt. Don’t play with me,” he warns, but it makes you anything but scared. Your underwear is already drenched, pussy throbbing at the thoughts he just planted into your head.

Smiling to yourself you brush your lips against his and blink at him bashfully.

“I’m not opposed to leaving early,” you let him know.

“Ten minutes. Make your rounds saying goodbye, I’m calling a car.”

It’s obvious for everyone why you’re leaving, mostly from the way Harry uses you to cover his bulge as he waves around the group in a rush, like his pants are on fire. The ride back home is like torture, especially because you’re teasing him, working him up even more, your hand moving further up his thigh as you get closer to your home and you even brush it over his bulge, to which he answers with a grunt, his own fingers digging into your hip as a warning, but you love playing with fire.

He is practically sprinting up to the front door, pulling you after him and once the door is shut closed, he pushes you against it, the bulge you’ve been eyeing now pressing into your thigh.

“I can tell you really enjoyed teasing me tonight,” he growls into your ear, his hands making their way to your breasts quite fast. He kneads them, squeezes them hard and then takes your niples between his thumb and index finger. “I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do now, listen carefully,” he says, his fingers tugging on your nipples and you’re already whimpering like a baby from the stimulation. “I’m gonna suck on your nipples so hard, you’ll beg me to stop, and then I’m gonna fuck you and cover them in cum. And you’re gonna love every moment of it, do you understand?”

You hear his words, you understand them, but you can’t form an answer because he is still pinching your nipples and he is buckling his hips too, rubbing his clothed cock against you, burning every coherent thought you might have.

“I asked you a question, Y/N. I’m expecting an answer,” he pushes his hips even tighter against you, his teeth grazing the line of your jaw. “Do you understand, Y/N?”

“I do! Yes! Please!” you gasp, wiggling underneath him, eager to take it further already.

“Good.”

He steps back, his pupils so dark, you can’t even see the sweet green of his irises. His gaze travels down and up your body with such hunger, you can feel it stroking your heated skin.

“Now take your clothes off,” he orders and you obey without a second thought.

You rip off your shirt and skirt, throwing them to the side before unhooking your bra, that was originally the source of this whole situation. It ends up on the floor too and then you slip out of your panties, leaving you fully naked.

“Look at you,” he hums, taking his sweet time eyeing you up now that nothing is covering the body he’s been fantasizing about all evening. “Are you wet already, baby? See it for me, swipe two fingers over yourself and let me see how wet you are.”

WIth a shaky breath you reach between your legs and gather your arousal with two of your fingers and then hold them up, showing him how they are covered in your juices. Harry steps closer and wraps his hand around your wrist, brings your hand closer to his face and you’re holding your breath, aching to feel the warmth of his mouth around your digits as he sucks them off, but just when he is about to wrap his lips around them, he changes his mind.

He guides your hand to your right breast and smears your wetness over your nipple before doing the same with the other one, then he quickly sucks your fingers clean and then he takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking on it so hard, you can’t hold your moans back.

He pushes your breasts up to give himself better access, sucking and licking on it with no mercy and then you feel him bite onto the bud, a sharb, but exciting pain shooting through your chest and he looks at you as he tugs on it before letting it go, admiring how your skin is glistening with his saliva.

“You love that? Love the pain, baby?” he murmurs, brushing his nose against the side of your neck as you’re trying to catch your breath.

“Yeah,” you hum.

He kisses the soft skin under your jaw before he turns his attention to your other nipple, assaulting it the same way, biting, tugging and sucking relentlessly, his name falling from your lips over and over again, your back arching to push closer to him while you grab his hair and pull on the locks whenever the pain intensifies.

You’re seeing stars and he hasn’t even touched your pussy yet.

He doesn’t stop, keeps switching between your nipples, pinching the one that’s not covered by his mouth with his fingers and he keeps his word. You can feel your nipples getting swollen, bruised and incredibly sensitive, but even when you start whining and pulling back out of instinct, he just wraps his arms around you and brings you back, locking you in his hold.

“Harry! Please!” you choke out, your eyes tearing up.

“Please what, baby?” he mumbles against your breast.

“No more!” you beg, your head falling back and bumping against the front door, since you still haven’t moved from the exact same spot.

“You want me to stop, baby? Hmm?”

“Yes!” you nod, tears rolling down your cheeks.

It’s not that it has reached a physical pain you can’t take, you’re not bleeding, he did no harm to you, but you just want him to fuck you at this point so badly, that everything feels a hundred times more intense and you can’t control your emotions.

“Okay baby,” he hums and kisses your tears off your cheeks before pressing his lips against yours. You can taste your tasty tears on his tongue and you gladly let it explore your mouth, your sensitive nipples pressing against his hard chest as he cradles you in his arms, grabbing the back of your thighs to lift you up and carry you into the living room. He is still dressed while you melt against him fully naked, the fabric of his clothes bothering you a lot more than usually.

“Off, please,” you tug on his shirt and after he carefully places you down to the couch, he undresses himself too. His shirt comes off first, then the pants and at last, his underwear, his cock finally springing free from the restraints of his boxer briefs.

“What did I say, what comes after I’ve sucked on these beautiful npples?” he asks, brushing his fingers gently over your buds, his touch registering more intensely from his assault on them earlier.

“You said you’d fuck me and cover my nipples in your cum,” you recall his words and he smirks at you, pleased that you rememberred.

“That’s right, baby. Though you were a tease tonight, you’ve been such a good girl for me since we got home, so you can decide how you want me to fuck you.”

Normally, you love a good doggy, or maybe being on top and in charge, but tonight you want him close and you want to be able to kiss him, so you open your legs and reaching up you pull him on top of you, finding his mouth in a passionate kiss.

He settles between your thighs, his hips pressing against yours and therefore his erection is squished against your lower tummy, smearing some of his precum over your skin. He kisses down your neck and collarbones until he reaches your breasts, a devious smirk on his lips as he returns to your nipples. You bite your tongue and let him suck on them, knowing well he is trying to push you to your limit again and you want to be strong and take what he gives you. But your already soft skin is now so sore from all the impact it has gotten, it doesn’t take long until you're whimpering again.

“Harry!” you pull him up and force him to kiss your lips instead.

“You had enough? Can’t take any more?” he asks between kisses, grinding his hips against yours, his cock slipping and sliding between your wet folds.

“Can’t, please!”

“You asked so nicely,” he hums in appreciation. He captures your lips again and reaching down between your bodies his finger finds your throbbing, needy clit and he starts teasing you, working you up even more even though you’re more than ready to take him already.

He keeps drawing circles on your clit and then starts moving his hips, his cock slipping back and forth between your folds, growing you more and more impatient with each passing stroke. Right when you’re about to lose the last bit of your patience, he grabs the base of his cock and lines him up with your hole before slamming into you fast and hard, giving you no time to adjust. Not that you’d have needed much, you’ve gotten so wet, your walls welcome him warm and tight, just how he loves it.

“I love your tight pussy, Y/N. It’s so perfect for me,” he grunts as he fucks into you, his hips slamming against yours in a fast rhythm. “But I didn’t like that others might have thought about fucking you tonight.” Jealousy is dripping from his words and you know already he is going to punish you for dismissing his request to cover up.

With the rough start, your orgasm is already building up nicely, so you grunt in disappointment when he pushes himself up from missionary, he stops his thrusts and sits on his knees, his cock slipping out from you as you remain lying on the couch in front of him, legs wide open, your chest heaving wildly.

“Harry, please!” you whine, trying to wiggle closer so you could feel him between your legs again, but he has other plans.

“So needy, huh? You don’t like it when you don’t have your ways,” he observes, but you don’t miss the smirk that’s curling the corners of his mouth upwards. “Don’t you think that’s how I felt when you didn’t cover up after I asked you?”

“That’s different!” you protest, your core throbbing for him.

“No, it’s not. I asked you to cover up, you didn’t do it. Now you’re begging me to fuck you, but I’m denying it from you. Seems pretty similar to me,” he shrugs, playing with your nerves at this point, but you try your best to control yourself. “Look at this pretty cunt,” he hums and he pushes one hand against your thigh to keep you wide open while he moves his other hand to your pussy and runs his fingers up and then down in a slow, lazy manner. He is testing how long you can take the teasing, the soft touches when you need him to just fuck you already.

“Harry,” you whine, when he gently pushes one digit inside you, but it’s nowhere near enough, not after you’ve had his cock inside you.

“What? Is it not what you need? Mm?”

“No!” you cry out.

“Should I return to sucking your nipples?” he grins wider at you, enjoying having you at his mercy.

“Please fuck me already!”

“But I want to have your tits in my mouth. Suck them when you cum on my cock.”

“I’ll be on top, just please! I need you inside me!” you beg, giving up every ounce of self control you’ve had.

“That’s my girl, always giving me what I want,” he nods, squeezing your hips before sitting back on the couch.

You’re fast to get up from your lying position and straddle his hips, ready to do pretty much anything at this point just to have his cock inside you. That pleased smirk that adorns his face is almost too annoying as you grab the base of his cock and ease down on it, finally filling you up, but you couldn’t care less about letting him have his ways with you when you also get what you want. It’s a win-win.

You feel his hands on your back as he brings you closer to his face so his mouth can return to your nipples that are starting to get numb at this point, all while you ride him happily, squeezing your walls around his dick, making him growl against your chest from the sensation. You roll and grind and bounce, do everything you can just to keep building your orgasm that’s so close, you can feel it in your tummy, you just need to fall over the edge.

“Harry! Please, I need…” you gasp out, unable to use full sentences, but Harry knows you and he knows what you need.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he lifts his head from your chest and locks you in his embrace so he can easily turn you over and get on top of you, like you wanted it in the beginning. You hug his waist with your legs as he pounds into you, fast and hard, you keep moving up on the couch from the force of his thrusts and this is exactly what you needed to finally reach your climax.

You come hard and loud, your moans fill the living room, you claw at his back, leaving red marks from his broad shoulders down to his waist. Harry holds his own orgasm back, letting you ride out your high to the fullest, just so then he can keep the last thing he told you he would do to you.

“Stay like this, baby,” he tells you, pulling out of you, his knees on either side of you as he moves a bit further up on your body. He wraps his hand around his glistening cock that’s aching for the relief you just got to experience. Harry pumps himself for a few more seconds and you want him to come just as hard as you did, so you reach up and massage his balls, hoping it would give him that one last push.

“Fuck! Ah!” he growls, his hot cum squirting onto your breasts, covering your sensitive nipples just like he promised. You stare up at him, watch as his chest rises and falls in a rapid rhythm, his softening cock in his hand while he admires your chest covered with his semen.

To put the cherry on top, you reach up and smear his cum even more over your nipples, playing with how slippery and sticky it is at the same time. Harry moves back so he is not weighing onto your abdomen, but his eyes remain locked on your movements.

“Is this what you imagined?” you coo, licking your fingers clean.

“Absolutely,” he nods before kissing your lips shortly.

“So am I forgiven?” you smile at him bashfully. Harry chuckles, nodding.

“Sorry, I got a bit too possessive.”

“It’s alright, I like it when you’re like this.”

“Mm, I bet,” he smirks. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?”

You shower together and Harry gets every chance to take care of you, he keeps kissing you wherever he can, telling you how much he loves you every possible chance he has. When you’re in bed, he walks over your vanity and grabs your lotion before joining you on the mattress.

“Are they sore?” he softly asks, brushing his thumb over one of your nipples, the roughness is now gone, he is more like concerned now.

“Kind of. But it’s alright,” you smile at him lazily. He squirts some lotion onto his fingers and then gently rubs it into the sensitive skin. When he’s done, he puts the lotion to the night stand and leaning closer he presses a kiss to your sternum before making himself comfortable and pulling you into his embrace.

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Secret Love Song

Hello, everyone! I’m writing again for the first time in about a year and I am so excited. I’ve been playing with this idea for a while but I finally got the motivation over last few weeks. ( i wonder why ;) ) There’s a bit more to it and I was considering posting a Part Two. So let me know if you want to see that!

“Why can’t I say I’m in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftops.”

It was all happening for him. Having a solo career was something Harry had dreamed of since he was a kid – it was what he had showed up for at the X-Factor audition in the first place. He’d been more than happy to have the opportunity to be a part of the band and to experience everything with boys by his side. But now, for the first time in 7 years, his dream had finally become his reality.

The day had come for his debut album to release, one of the most anticipated days in the industry, and you couldn’t find anything suitable to wear to the release party. Some of your dresses were nice enough but nothing screamed important industry party to you.

You throw yourself down on your bed, burying your face deep into your pillow, figuring maybe you wouldn’t go. Between the music executives, press and fans, Harry would be tied up all night anyway. And the fact that the public still didn’t know about the two of you wouldn’t help much. He’d practically begged you to come though but his insistent invitation had a bit of a damper to it when he gently reminded you, you’d be going as his sister’s date. But even so, he swore up and down that he wanted you there, whether you got to be together or not.

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watermelon6ugar

2 years ago

love at coachella

Description - a journey of the moments that built up to Coachella

A/N - this is a fic dedicated to the monumental moment of harry performing at coachella. i’m so proud and happy for him - he owns the world <3

warnings : smut (only in last entry), swearing, angst

17th June 2020

The call came at 2 A.M. in the morning.

Your head was safely tucked into Harry’s neck as you both slept soundly. Harry’s head rested on top of yours and his tattooed arm cradled you into his side, pulling you as close as comfortably possible.

“H.” You said softly, the letter barely coming out of your mouth from the morning gruffness.

You pushed him with the hand on his chest, trying to wake him up from the deep sleep he was clearly in. The touch of your cold hand on his warm chest was enough to wake him up.

“Hmm?” He spoke, clearly confused, before hearing the ring of his phone from the bedside table. “Fuck sake.” He groaned, removing his arm from around you to twist his body over and reach for his phone.

He lay back down in bed, scooping his arm around you to pull you back onto his chest. He liked having you near him at all times, not having any issues with personal space. If you were sat on a sofa watching a movie together, you were practically sat on top of one another. If you were sat at dinner together, you always sat on the same side of the table. If you were waiting in a queue somewhere, you’d always be within millimetres of one another. You hated space when it came to being with one another.

“’Lo?” Harry grumbled, his morning voice causing instant butterflies in your stomach.

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watermelon6ugar

5 years ago

Later… with Jools Holland

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watermelon6ugar

3 years ago

what are your favorite drabbles you've ever done ?

something about harry being nervous to meet your extended family

something about harry fucking you so rough you can barely get up the next morning and he’s a smug little shit about it

something about harry being tired and pouty and begging you to fuck him

something about harry tasting himself after he’s through with you

something about harry having too much fun tempting you throughout the day

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watermelon6ugar

2 years ago

Harrys favourite sex positions.

request hc of harry’s favorite sex positions 🤲🏽

smut!! fluff!!! fuck, i love this request because i can experiment with so much stuff!!! anyways, i hope you enjoy. feedback is welcome as always <33

Missionary

This position is something harry is fond and familiar with. Missionary involves intimacy, and boy does harry styles love intimacy. He loves seeing your face as you cum, the way your eyebrows raise, your eyes squeeze shut and bite your lip. It’s a sight that could make him cum without any sex at all, it’s just a plus side.

He loves communicating with you during sex too. When he’s face to face with you, he can see all your body movements etc. Harry also loves eye contact, it’s a big thing for him with sex. It turns him on way more than it should.

“You gonna take all of me?” Harry asked as he thrusted into you, hands on either side of your head. You nodded closing your eyes. Harry brought one of his hands to your cheeks tapping it softly.

“Look at me when i’m talking to you” Harry said sternly, you opened your eyes as harry thrusted again. “Fuck” You moaned grabbing onto his hair.

Another reason why he likes missionary so much is you pulling at his hair, or caressing his cheeks. He just loves touching you and you touching him. Harry craves that sort of intimacy, it’s the main part of your relationship. Intimacy is so fucking important to harry. Whether it be sexual or just hugs. He needs it.

Harry's tip is teasing your bundle of nerves, you don’t understand why he always pulls out and puts you both through the torture of teasing. You think he finds some sort of pleasure in it - you do not. He likes to see your face, the way it contorts as he teases you, more like punishing to you though.

“Want to see your face again when I thrust into you” He said and you whimpered, Harry smirked at the sound. “You always sound and look so hot when i first slip in. So beautiful” he said teasing, your slit again. You can see how red and full of pre-cum his cock is. You just want him to pound into you, is that too much to ask for?

“I’ll give you what you want” Harry smirked, pounding into you with no mercy. You squeeze your eyes shut and let out a moan that he’s never heard from you.

That has him nearly cumming.

Doggy style

Doggy style is another one of harrys favourites for sure.

Although harry loves seeing your face, he also loves pulling at your hair and holding on to your hips. He loves to just pound into you relentlessly. Usually you guys do this after a dinner date or when you’ve been teasing eachother all night. As i said, harry loves and craves intimacy. But the minute you start teasing him, he’s got you turned around and your cheeks red from spanks.

Harry grabbed your neck, pushing your neck down so your head was against the pillow. your hair was in a ponytail so he had easy access to it all. He liked pulling at your hair, it also gave you a lot of pleasure. His hands slid their way down the front of your stomach and your back. You shivered at his touch.

Harrys hands grabbed onto your hips harshly, making you moan. You loved how rough he got. His nails dug into your skin, fuck that’s going to leave a mark but right now you really couldn’t care.

He then pulled your hips up his core so that you were in doggy style.

Harry was teasing you, like you were doing just hours ago. His cock was making its way up and down your slit, you just wanted him to thrust into you with no mercy at all. But you know Harry loves to play dirty.

After what seems like hours of harry teasing you and your soaking wet pussy, you felt his thick cock slide roughly into you. You screamed with pleasure, and Harry groaned, wrapping his hand around your ponytail.

“You feel so fucking good” Harry moaned, as began slipping deeper with every thrust.

“Fucking love you so much”

Cowboy

Harry loves this position, because you get the best from it. You cum so fucking hard each and everytime you ride him. And harry loves it too of course, seeing your face as you cum, your tits bouncing and the whole bed shaking.

You really go all out.

The way it stimulates you, in every single fucking place makes it yours and his favourite. So you try not to do it a lot, because you want to keep that pleasure. But you are sure as hell going to ride your boyfriend like no tomorrow on his birthday. This position gives you the control and him something nice to look at. Harry is let’s just say, obsessed with your tits. Even in a non sexual way he always has something nice to say about them. You’re in the shower, “Fuck, my girls look amazing with water on them”. You’re out on a trampoline, you can just feel his stare on your chest.

If either of you have been gone a little longer than usual he’ll come to bed and snuggle.... you and the girls. “Missed you” he’d mumble, and then a little quieter “and them”.

“Lay down, honey” You instructed, Harry smirked and happily complied with your instructions. He knew he was getting birthday treatment. He fucking loves birthday sex with you. You give it a whole new meaning, you go all out. You treat him with presents and stuff all day and then ride him like there’s no tomorrow? He's one lucky guy.

You take off your shirt, you’re not wearing a bra. But that much was obvious. Harry was drooling over your hard nipples during the drive home from his parents house. You know how to tease a man, he’ll give you that.

“Love my girls” Harry said as you sat on his lap, he’s fully naked mind you. You can feel his cock twitch as you sit on it, your panties the only thing in the way. Harry moans and takes one breast in his mouth, your head goes back in pleasure. Again, he’s obsessed with your tits. He gives the love they deserve.

After getting yourself comfortable, you move your panties over to the side and grab Harry's cock without any warning. You slammed yourself down on it, taking the entirety of his length all at once. Harry's eyes widened and his mouth opened, but no words came out. You’re a fucking goddess, he decided as you bounced up and down on his hard, cock.

“Holy shit” He moaned, his hands holding your hips and guiding you up and down. You bit to your lip, moving faster. Your breasts were moving up and down so quickly, and your hair was all over your face.

Harry moved your hair to the side and grabbed your face as you began to slow down your pace, that only made him want to cum even more. You were slow with your pace, Harry moving his hands from your face down to your ass grabbing them to push you down harder.

“Fucking love when you ride me” Harry whimpered and you nodded, moving faster because harry was guiding you to do so. “Love it so much. i feel so good, right?” you asked and Harry nodded, pecking your lips.

“So, so good”

Harry fucking loves all of those positions. But he loves them because it’s with you. He loves the cowboy, because it’s you riding him. He loves missionary because it’s you he gets to watch cum and scream. He loves doggy style because it’s you he gets to hold onto.

It’s always you.

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watermelon6ugar

1 year ago

Double Booked H.S

Summary: On a business trip gone wrong, you get stuck in a room with your least favourite person. To make it worse... there's only one bed. OR, a classic enemies-to-lovers one-bed trope fic with bickering and laughs and smut to go along with it.

Warning: smut. oral (f & m receiving), penetration, dirty talk, spanking

Word count: 9k+

Author’s note: This is based off a very helpful suggestion by @daydreaming-laur so thank youuuu! I'm really excited about this one because I think the banter is good, so I hope you all enjoy it too! Thank you so much to those who joined my Patreon and read it already! Happy Reading ❤️

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“What are you talking about!? We booked these rooms four months ago, and suddenly you’re double booked! How does that work?” you exclaimed, trying so hard not to get angry at the guy behind the hotel check-in desk but failing miserably. He wasn’t the one to book your rooms or room more like it all those months ago, but he just happened to be right there in your line of fire.

You just couldn’t help it. Not when you were on a business trip that you didn’t want to be on with a man you couldn’t stand.

Every cell of your body hated Harry Styles. He was a smug prick who just loved to make your life a living hell with his pet names and snide comments and a superiority complex so fucking huge you couldn’t hit it with a truck and deflate it.

It was like his head was so far up his own ass he just went deaf any time someone tried to knock him down a peg. The only fault he ever acknowledged to you was not having a ‘second dick’ so he could ‘make more women scream at the same time’. Safe to say the look on his face when you ‘accidentally’ spilt your coffee on his Yve St. Laurant suit after that comment was one you’d never forget.

“Yeah, this has got to be some mistake.” Harry butted in, eyeing you a little as he stepped forward to stand way too close to your side.

He wasn’t happy with sharing a room with you either. As much as he loved to push your buttons, your snippy attitude and eye rolls got him so fucking annoyed he couldn’t stand the idea of being stuck in the same room as you all weekend.

You were just so… uptight. Always dressed without a hair out of place and way too organised. Your desk was some neat freak’s dream. Every pen had a place, every paper was perfectly aligned. Your folders were ordered just so and he once saw your computer files and wanted to gouge his eyes out at how every document had a number or code to file them like the folders themselves weren’t organised enough.

You were never late and never nice to him and it irked him up the damn wall. You were practically best friends with everyone else in the office yet when it came to him you could barely look at him let alone have a conversation.

Harry could admit that he hated the fact you didn’t like him above all your other dislikeable qualities. Being organised (albeit in a borderline obsessive way) could be a positive if you ever smiled at him instead of just glaring anytime he was in your line of vision.

“Ugh, don’t act like it would be so terrible to room with me.” you spat, rolling your eyes at Harry’s irritation. You crossed your arms over your chest, tired and grumpy from your flight and just wanting to nap before your company dinner tonight. “At least I’d keep it clean, you, however, would probably spread mono just by putting your toothbrush near mine”

He inhaled a sharp breath, his jaw tense like he wanted to say something but decided not to. Sometimes he wished he could just shut your mouth for you, so you’d give him a little peace and quiet for once in your existence.

Harry could think of a few ways to stuff that pretty mouth of yours. Unfortunately for you, he preferred the more obedient type in bed, and he had a pretty good idea that you liked to run your mouth in the bedroom as well as out.

He wasn’t one to like a brat. He preferred a good submissive boy or girl. Though… maybe if you let him fuck you, you’d stop acting like you had a stick up your ass.

“Ignore her.” Harry ignored your comment and spoke to the guy instead, flashing a dashing smile on his lips. “She’s a bit sensitive this time of month… if you know what I mean” he alluded, looking at you briefly and appearing ecstatic at the irritation on your face. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“Oh I am going to slap your stupid-” you started, getting too riled up too fast. A period joke? Really?

“I’m really sorry!” the hotel clerk jumped in, clearly panicked by you two bickering. “It definitely is a mistake on our part and I’m more than happy to refund you for the extra room and offer you some bar vouchers for the trouble”

“Look…” Harry looked down to the name badge pinned to the clerk’s chest, “Richard, that is a kind offer but what I’d really like is another room. So how much is it?” he patted his jacket pockets and then his jeans back pockets to find his wallet, fishing it out in preparation to just fork out however much it would cost.

He’d just send the invoice to your boss and get him to pay him back later. It wasn’t a big deal really, as long as you two got your own rooms. Maybe he’d even get upgraded and you could have the sucky, bare minimum room your company decided was good enough.

Your irritating personality wasn’t the only reason Harry wanted his own space. A company-paid trip interstate to a fancy hotel meant an equally as fancy bar, and some poor lonely gorgeous man or woman needing someone to take their mind off whatever problems they had. Harry could be that person, in fact, he loved to be that person.

He loved to be the distraction, the fantasy, the man whose face would be plagued in wet dreams and whose name would be threatening to spill instead of whoever they decided to sleep with after him. He liked to be an infection in his partner’s mind, to fuck them so good they’d never find someone else who satisfied them like he did.

And he couldn't really be a wet dream with you hanging around like a wet sock, could he?

For the first time since you met Harry, you actually agreed with something he said. “Yeah…” you trailed off, glaring at him. “What he said. How much is it, even for an upgrade?”

“Oh um, I don’t think you two are understanding me. There are no rooms available for this weekend.” Richard seemed a little nervous now, clearly reading the irritated vibe you two were giving off.

“None?” you blinked, shocked and also a little panicked as the reality of the situation started to sink in.

“None at all? Like not even the presidential suite?” Harry gaped, also surprised.

“Like you could afford the presidential suite on your salary” you scoffed, looking away. He did that sharp intake again and you found yourself smiling a little in satisfaction.

“Yes. None at all. We’re hosting a conference this weekend so we’re fully booked… or, double booked, unfortunately.”

“We know, Richard. We’re going to the damn conference” you snapped, sighing and running your fingers through your hair before rubbing your eyes. “So what are we meant to do, find another hotel?”

“I don’t think that’ll be possible either, ma’am,” Richard responded apologetically.

“Ma’am” Harry snorted under his breath while shaking his head, making you let out a huff.

“Why?”

“There’s a big concert this weekend at the same time, between that and the country-wide conference, all the other hotels will be booked out as well. You could try Motel 6?” he offered a friendly smile, too friendly… like he was actually enjoying your misery.

“I don’t know about you sweetheart, but I’m not going to Motel 6” Harry turned to you like he was expecting you to go to Motel 6.

“I’m not going to Motel 6! I’ll probably get kidnapped then trafficked!” you exclaimed, shivering at the thought of being in a dingey motel like that. You’ve seen criminal minds, like four times and no one staying in a Motel 6 ever leaves alive. “Have you seen criminal minds, Harry?”

“I have” he responded, almost proudly. “You’d probably be safe anyway, sweetheart. They’d see your ass and want you, but after you open your mouth they’d return you and pay the police to keep you away from them” he grinned, winking.

That time you actually did slap his arm, but nowhere near as hard as he deserved.

“So… would you two like one key or two?” Richard asked, interrupting again.

“Two.” you responded quickly so Harry wouldn’t jump in before you “And I need double bar vouchers”

“You better not snore” you walked ahead of him, trying to beat Harry to the door of your shared hotel room.

This was going to be a weekend from hell, you already knew it. But your two bar vouchers were safe in your pocket and you planned to use both up to their full advantage. Hopefully, there’s a happy hour. You prayed for a happy hour.

“I should be the one saying that” Harry chuckled, “With your perfect clothes and perfect hair and I’m sure you’ve organised your suitcase perfectly, a little imperfection would do you good”

“It will honestly be a miracle if I don’t kill you before this trip is over.” You shook your head, inserting the key into the reader then pushing the door open once it unlocked.

“Or maybe little miss perfect is a sleepwalker, wouldn’t that be hilarious” he laughed to himself and followed you in, barely catching the door as you let it nearly slam shut onto him. There was no way you were holding it open for him.

“Yeah, just fucking hila-oh fuck off.” Your eyes widened when you got past the bathroom door to the main area of the suite, your eyes widened at the sight before you and you stopped right in the middle of the small hall. “Oh god no this can’t be happening”

“What? What-oh. Oh, this is fantastic!” Harry laughed loudly, pushing past you with his bag and dumping it on the bed before he collapsed backwards onto it.

One bed. There was one queen-sized bed in the middle of the room.

You didn’t know why the possibility of having to share a bed didn’t cross your mind before, but you kinda just assumed that it would be two single beds. And now that you not only had to share a room but a bed with Harry? You wanted the ground to swallow you up.

“God hates me. He hates me” you muttered to yourself, forcing yourself to move forwards and set your bag neatly in the corner of the room.

“I bet you're loving this, aren’t you sweetheart? Can’t wait to share a bed with me, can you? Get all cuddled up and close” Harry taunted, propping himself up on his elbows to watch you open your bag.

You really did have a nice ass. Seeing you bent over your bag like that was almost riling Harry up. Almost. If your ass wasn’t attached to such a painful and vanilla woman he might’ve tried to take advantage of the bed situation.

Alas, looks like he was just going to have to go to his conquest’s hotel room tonight. After the company dinner, he planned to take his bar voucher and find someone pretty to be inside by the end of the night. It was a solid plan, he thought.

“Hah!” you laughed bitterly, focused on getting some comfy clothes and your toiletry bag out of your small suitcase. You needed a shower as soon as possible then a good hour or two nap before you’d have to get ready for dinner. “Like you think I’m actually sharing the bed with you l. You’re going on the floor”

“Yeah right” Harry snorted. “There’s no way I’m sacrificing my sleep and my back for you. We’re both adults, we can share without getting inappropriate”

“Harry” you sighed, standing up straight and turning to face him. You took a few steps forward and his eyes dragged over you in curiosity. “I would rather gouge my eyes out than have sex with you. Just so we’re clear” you flashed a fake smile then stormed to the bathroom before shutting and locking the door.

By the time you got out of the shower, Harry was gone. His travelling clothes were thrown on the bed and he left his bag open. On top of the bag was a box of condoms, open and a couple clearly missing.

Gross. Ugh, you hoped whatever woman with exceptionally poor taste kept him all night, or all weekend more like it. If he only made it back to change you’d be happy as anything.

The fact that he brought condoms in the first place was uncomfortable, even more that he left them on top of his bag like some presentation to prove he had sex or something. You could’ve been reading into it, but something told you he was just trying to weasel his way into your head.

Fucker.

You went and closed the curtains, preparing the room for your nap before heading back to bed. You didn’t really want to touch Harry’s clothes, knowing they had been on his body but he conveniently dumped them right in the middle of the bed.

There was no way you were contorting your body and having an uncomfortable sleep because of his stupid clothes. So you used the decorative pillow to push them to the side of the bed so you could have room to sleep properly.

Once you climbed in bed though, that exhaustion you had suddenly disappeared and you were wide awake. Because all you could smell was Harry. His cologne was fresh with a hint of spice, a deep seductive smell that you liked way too much.

There were only two qualities you liked about Harry, or rather, hate that you liked. His appearance was annoyingly one of them because unfortunately for you, Harry Styles was probably one of the most attractive people you had ever seen. Possibly one of the most attractive men on the planet.

The downside of that was that he knew it and it only fed into his giant ego when all he had to do was flash a little smile or run his hand through his luscious hair and he could get basically whatever he wanted. Superiority complex? Check.

The other quality that you hated that you liked, was how he smelt. He was one of those men you got a whiff of when they walked by but in a delicious and arousing way. Harry smelt like sex on legs, like a man you just wanted to ravage.

So the room was already full of his cologne, and the bedding was saturated in it from when he laid down earlier. It was distracting and worse of all, it had a heartbeat growing between your legs.

You shuffled around a bit, squeezing and shifting your legs and groaning when you couldn't settle because all you could think about was Harry’s mouth and his neck and what that gorgeous cologne would taste like on his skin. Probably alcohol, but it was nice to imagine that his skin tasted as good as he smelt.

Nice… it was nice to imagine? No, it was fucking irritating. Because now you were horny, uncomfortably horny and to the thought of one of your least favourite people on the planet.

A drink. A drink is exactly what you needed.

No napping could save you and you refused to touch yourself in the same bed you’d have to share with the object of your desires.

So you got up and started getting dressed instead, both for the luxurious bar downstairs and your work dinner later tonight. A few drinks would seriously take the edge off and hopefully get rid of the wetness between your legs.

It was a casual work dinner, at least casual in the sense you didn’t have to dress business professional for it. Everyone from your office invited to the conference was meeting at one of the nice restaurants at the casino attached to the hotel for drinks and dinner before the conference started in the morning.

It was an opportunity to relax and unwind, and to dress up for the first time in a while. Unfortunately, your good work friends weren’t on the trip, which would’ve helped avoid this whole room mess. But there were other women who you were friendly with, not exceptionally close, but enough to coordinate outfits and see what the vibe would be.

You went with a short strapless dress, black and a-line with a leather blazer that you’d put on for dinner after you had a few drinks. It was still a work dinner after all and showing off your legs was enough.

After doing some makeup and grabbing your bag, you went searching for your drink vouchers. You left them on the bedside table, two perfectly useable vouchers that had your name written on them. Not literally, but they were yours.

Yet when you looked there, they were nowhere to be seen.

“They were right here!” you groaned, looking over to the other bedside table to see if you mixed up the tables. But no, you were sure you left them there.

After looking all over the room, there was no other explanation as to where they had gone except in the back pocket of that slimy motherfucker whose stuff he left all over your bed. Oh, now you were pissed. Harry could steal your bed and infect your room with his cologne, but your drinks vouchers?

That fucker had two of his own, $100s worth between the vouchers just like you had. So now he was prancing around the hotel with $200s worth of free drinks to get his dick sucked? Not on your watch.

You were in the lift before you knew it and as soon as you reached the bar floor you were on a mission to find that son of a bitch. You heard his laugh before you saw him, which made it easy to spot him sitting at the bar beside a gorgeous blonde with that dashing smile on his mouth.

He was working way too hard and she was liking him way too much. There were two drinks on the bar behind them and the sight made your blood boil way too much. Those drinks were paid with your voucher, you fucking knew it.

“You gave me mono, you asshole!” you exclaimed once you were in earshot, both Harry and his date immediately looking at you. Harry’s eyes were wide and he looked pissed, while the girl just looked shocked. “Look, I wouldn’t be a gal's gal if I didn’t save you from making a huge mistake” you addressed the girl, “I slept with him and now I have mono and I’d hate for you to be next. He’s a walking STD” then you brought your fist up to your mouth and faked a cough, “See? Mono.”

She looked disgusted, “Asshole” she spat at him before giving you a thankful nod and storming away from the two of you.

“What the fuck, y/n!?”

“Was this drink bought with my drink voucher?” you asked with a smile, cocking your head while sliding into the chair the blonde had been inhabiting. You stirred her unfinished drink with the straw and shoved your bag and jacket onto your lap, looking at him expectantly.

Except he was just staring at you, eyes dark as he scanned your body. It had you shifting in your chair. His gaze was almost seductive and hot. Your body was warming up and you weren’t sure how to deal with his attention like this.

The moment you sat down Harry’s anger disappeared completely. Because… well fuck. That dress was doing something for you, a lot for you actually. And your hair was down and all wavy, your eyes dark with shadow and you had this lipgloss on that made your lips look so irresistible he had this sudden craving to shut you up with his mouth instead of his dick.

And your legs… when he angled his head just right he could see past the jacket on your lap and all the way up your outer thigh to where your dress was barely covering anything.

This outfit made all your irritating qualities suddenly disappear into thin air. He was pissed you sabotaged a hookup that was going marvellously, but seeing you look like that? Well, maybe you two would be using your bed for something other than sleeping.

“Maybe… thought I'd have a better use for them than you did. I’m sure you’d much rather be reading some stock report than drinking and actually enjoying yourself… though, dressed like that maybe I’m wrong” he smirked, purposely cocking his head so he could see up the side of your leg.

You shifted uncomfortably, not because you didn’t like the way he was staring at you, but because you did. It was turning you on again and you found yourself fighting the urge to down the blonde’s drink.

“You saw me ask Richard for the vouchers, you dick! And if it wasn’t for me you’d only be getting one not two. So be thankful and give them back.” You held your hand out expectedly, waiting for him to give you your vouchers so you could try and use them at the rooftop bar instead.

You just needed to be far far away from Harry as soon as humanly possible.

“I can be thankful in another way” he suggested, leaning in a little while resting his elbow on the bar top and propping his chin up by his fist. He flashed you major flirty eyes and extended his left tattooed arm so his fingers could graze against your knee.

You jerked it away, feigning disgust to cover up your attraction to him. Though… he probably already knew. Harry had a talent of spotting people interested in him, which was most of the population.

So yeah, the second your breath hitched at his offer he knew the door was ajarred just enough for him to wiggle his way through.

“Don’t be disgusting. If your lovely personality wasn’t enough, who knows where your dick has been” you snapped, looking away from him.

He laughed loudly and shook his head before running his hand through his hair. “If I didn’t know you hated me, I’d think you were flirting”

You couldn’t lie, that was a bit funny. A smile quirked at your lips, but you quickly covered it up with a straight face and a little cough. “Ah! I saw that” he pointed, happy that he got you to crack. Maybe you only had a small stick up your ass instead of a foot long one like he thought.

“Just give me the vouchers Harry. So we can go our separate ways until we’re forced to go to dinner together.” You held your hand out, but he made no effort to dig out the vouchers from his pocket.

After a few moments of silence he spoke up, “How about a drink instead? My shout?” then he got the vouchers from his pocket, all three since he already used one, and slammed them on the bar.

That fucker.

Still… you couldn’t help but be curious about his suggestion.

“Fine, one drink”

“So, do you really hate me?” Harry asked, nursing his third drink of the night. He picked whiskey, something he could sip on that wouldn’t get him too dizzy. He wanted to be happy, not sloshed. Besides… he was still thinking about parting your pretty legs and he couldn’t do that if he was intoxicated.

“Hah! That’s funny, you’re funny. Are you seriously asking me that question?” you laughed, sipping your drink.

“Yes I’m seriously asking you that question. You seem to love everyone in the office except me, why is that?” he cocked his head and seemed to be genuine in his question. Though, you didn’t know why he cared whether you liked him or not.

“Harry, your ego is the size of the moon and you are single handedly the most arrogant man I have ever met. Your attitude is poor and you expect everyone to worship the ground you walk on just because you have a pretty face. So yeah, maybe I don’t like you. But not everyone has to like you” you shrugged. Your tone wasn’t vicious or cruel, you were just being honest.

“You’re not exactly a ray of sunshine yourself, y/n.” he replied dryly, getting irritated again. That urge to shut your pretty mouth built up in him again, but this time he wanted you to choke a little while he did it.

“What’s that supposed to mean!?” you exclaimed, feeling a little insulted at his insinuation. You were a huge fucking ray of sunshine thank you very much, to everyone but him.

“You’re bossy, uptight and have control issues. You’re suspiciously way too put together so you definitely have daddy issues or some unresolved childhood trauma that makes you act like you have a stick up your ass” he flashed a fake smile, but it was barely there before you slapped him hard against the face.

You were shocked at your own actions and quickly stood up, staring between him and your hand with wide eyes. Everyone in the bar looked at you two and the security guard was walking fast towards you.

“I-”

“I didn’t mean half of that” Harry piped up, completely unphased by your slap. But he was phased by the angry-looking security guard definitely walking over to you to kick you out. “But we need to go. Now”

He grabbed the remaining drink voucher off the bar then grabbed your hand, pulling you after him as he started jogging out the other bar entrance into the casino.

“What are you doing!?” You hissed, running with him because you didn’t really have a choice, nor did you want to get caught by that security guard.

“Making sure you don’t get us kicked out of this hotel! We’re in the same room, remember? You get kicked out, I get kicked out” he said over his shoulder, ducking around a slot machine. You yelped and ducked too, looking over your own shoulder to see the security guard gone.

“Okay, okay! He’s gone!” You yelped, pulling free from him and stopping. You panted and pressed your hands to your knees. Harry stopped as well and noted your position, immediately stepping behind you. “What are you doing?”

“Making sure no one sees your ass. Your dress is short and you don’t seem to care one bit” he breathed, feeling a bit breathless himself. Oh… that was kinda nice? Kinda.

“Please, like you care” you panted, “you only ran away to save yourself”

“And you! I could’ve left you there, sweetheart. Start acting thankful” he mocked your words from before which made you shoot up and face him.

“God you are just such hard work, Harry!”

“So are you.” He stepped closer, challenging you with his eye contact. “You know maybe I did mean some of the shit I said.” He stepped even closer, so close his chest brushed to yours and you were forced to tilt your head back to maintain eye contact. You could feel his breath fan your face, and despite how angry he seemed, you couldn’t help but get turned on at his clenched jaw and hazy eyes.

“You are uptight and have control issues.” He spat every word and your breath got caught in your chest at his tone. You hated being spoken down to and it made you grow hot quickly, feeling a little embarrassed and angry at his opinion of you. “You could at least say thank you for saving your ass, but no. Because it was my idea to run away and not yours, you don’t care.”

The tension was growing, like the anger you both held towards each other was morphing into something else.

“Is that what this is then? Your poor little ego being bruised by an uptight control freak not getting on her knees to thank you? Are you that obsessed with me that you need my valida-”

You didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence before he was cupping your jaw with both hands and his mouth was kissing yours. You were stunned at first, shocked that Harry fucking Styles was kissing you.

But after that initial shock, you kissed back. And oh fuck was it a good kiss. With one hand keeping your jacket to your chest, the other fisted his tank while you got up a little on your tippy toes to deepen it.

Harry’s mouth moved expertly and so hot you could’ve cried. His large hands were cupping your jaw then one started sliding lower until it was loosely wrapped around the front. Oh did that action have you whimpering.

“Just shut up, y/n. Please for the love of God, shut. up.” He groaned, breaking the kiss and looking at you darkly. His eyes were blown with lust and his lips were already swollen. What you’d give to have him give you that same look from between your legs.

“Make… me” you challenged, releasing his tank then running your hand up his chest to the cross necklace. You fiddled with it, waiting for him to respond.

“Challenge accepted” he smirked.

Then he grabbed your hand and dragged you around the place again. He walked with purpose, straight to the lift up to your floor and suite.

The moment you were in the confines of your suite, Harry’s hands were back on your face and you two were kissing like it would somehow make all your anger towards each other disappear. You were tugging off his blazer and he was grabbing yours and your bag and shoving it to the floor.

His hands roamed your body, grabbing your hips and your waist and everywhere he could while you two messily walked backwards into the room.

“Oh my god!” He gasped, in shock when his eyes opened and he looked at the room.

You were in the middle of tugging his tank top out of his pants to get him naked. You were already having a field day with his arms on display, all tatted and muscly. His bicep honestly looked like the perfect necklace and you wanted him to wrap his entire arm around your neck.

You had never seen all his tattoos before. You saw a few peeking out of his dress shirts, but never completely bare and delicious. Those two swallows showcased by his slutty little tank top were making you feral.

And for a work dinner too? What did he wear on a date or just in his everyday life? With a little tug, his whole nipple was exposed. Did he go bare tits on the daily?

But then he gasped and it gave you a bit of a fright, immediately thinking someone broke in and stole stuff or ransacked the place.

“What? What!?” You turned around quickly, looking around the room in a panic but seeing nothing out of the ordinary. “What are you talking about?”

“The mess! Look at your makeup everywhere, y/n. Could you not have cleaned up after? And here I thought you were ocd about cleanliness” He was just egging you on and trying to get a rise out of you and when you turned to slap his chest he had the cheekiest expression on his face.

“God, we’re literally about to have sex and you’re still pissing me off!” You groaned, but your hand never landed because he caught your wrist before it could.

“Oh, we’re about to have sex? Since when?” He acted shocked and you were about to walk out of the hotel room.

“Harry I swear to God”

“I just love seeing you all riled up, sweetheart. It’s fucking hot, to be honest” he grinned, letting go of your wrist to grab onto the hem of your dress.

“Is that why you act like a child on a daily basis?” You asked, lifting your arms up so he could pull your dress off. You didn’t wear a bra because your dress was tight enough to provide support to your boobs.

Being stood there like that… in only your underwear and heels while he was still fully clothed was like being a sacrificial lamb to a lion. His gaze was deep and hungry and he lazily dragged his eyes over your body like he was trying to memorise every inch of it.

You wore this tiny little black lace g-string that made his mouth water and your breasts were just so fucking pretty he wanted to grab them and run his mouth all over them. Your nipples were hard from arousal, and if he looked close enough your underwear was soaked through with it too.

And at the beginning of the day, he thought you’d be the wet sock to ruin his wet dream. Yet he was completely wrong. You were a wet dream personified, and he was a happy participant.

“It’s one of my many motives…” he mumbled, almost like he didn’t care about this little rivalry between you two. “Jesus Christ, y/n” he cursed, grabbing your waist and pulling you forward to kiss you again. He wrapped his arms around your body and you wrapped yours around his neck, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging hard enough to make him moan.

“Y’know, that slap of yours was kinda hot” he spoke between kisses, grabbing your hips and walking you backwards to the bed.

“Yeah? I can slap you again? Maybe knock a few teeth out” you suggested, pulling his tank top off with a little help from him. Your eyes landed straight on his abs, chiseled and littered with dark hairs that made you want to scream. Then your eyes went lower to his hard cock, long and thick through his pants. God did you just want him to fuck you so hard with it you couldn’t walk straight after. “Could slap you here… make it hurt?”

You made eye contact again and grabbed him through his pants, eliciting a hiss as the back of your legs hit the bed. “I thought you were this sweet little vanilla girl. That’s not it at all, is it?” he rose a brow then

grabbed the front of your neck and pushed you gently, making you fall back onto the bed and support yourself with your hands.

Harry figured you were a brat, but more in a mouthy ‘I hate you’ kinda way, not in a kinky way. But with the way you were acting, your little miss perfect routine seemed to just be the surface of your personality.

“If you think I’m gonna call you Daddy, you’re delusional.” You stuck your leg out, pressing your heeled foot to the centre of his abs.

He looked down and grabbed your ankle, his touch soft enough to send shivers down your spine. It was like your entire body reacted to him. His smell, his stare, his touch. It all drove you absolutely wild.

“Sir?” he smirked, removing your heel while sliding his other hand up your calf. You were quick to change feet, pressing your other to his chest instead.

“No chance. You gonna call me Mommy? Since you seem to crave my validation?” you ran your tongue over your teeth, gasping when he dropped your leg and grabbed your neck roughly. This time he dug his fingers a little into the sides of your esophagus, making a euphoric woozy feeling float into your brain.

“What I’m going to do is shut you up like I was challenged to” he leaned in and pulled you closer at the same time, making you sit up straighter. “Now get on your knees, sweetheart.”

He pressed a firm kiss on your mouth then pushed you back so he could undo the button of his pants and remove them. You did as instructed and got on your knees on the bed, scooching back so you had room to bend down and reach his dick.

You were quite excited to be honest, but you didn’t want him to know that.

“I hate when you call me that” you muttered, sitting back on your feet.

Harry kicked his shoes off then tucked his thumbs into his dress pants and underwear, shoving them down until they fell to the floor.

Your eyes widened at the sight of his cock, all hard and heavy. Fuck. He was trimmed at the base and his cock was angrily pink at the tip, like it was painful in the confines of his pants.

His comment about wanting a second dick to please more women made sense now, unfortunately. As cocky as it was, he really did have a pretty cock, one you actually wanted to taste and please and bring down your throat.

“You shouldn’t have told me that, sweetheart. Now I’m gonna have to use it all the time” he gathered your hair and grabbed it in a ponytail, guiding your mouth to his. He kissed you firmly before tugging your hair back so it broke and he was staring right at you. “Now are you gonna be a good girl f’me and suck my cock?”

“You wish.” You scoffed, letting him guide you down towards his cock. He wasn’t pushing or being rough, just giving you space to move in his grip. “I’m only sucking you off because I want to, not because you’re asking me to”

You spat into your hand then wrapped it around his base, eliciting a throaty groan that made you satisfied that he was so easy to please. Men usually were. The moan was like music to your ears too, and you just wanted to make more of them.

“You really are revealing all sorts of things tonight, y/n. Saying that you like my pet name for you… admitting that you want to suck me-fuck…” he cursed, mouth gaping when you licked a stripe up the underside of his length then swirled your tongue around his tip. “…off”

“Mhmm” you replied, bringing his cock halfway into your mouth so he’d whimper a little before pulling back. “But I also distinctly remember you threatening to shut me up. You’re talking too much for that to happen” you grinned before flicking your tongue along his slit. You maintained eye contact the whole time, moaning a little at the taste of his pre-cum.

“I did, didn’t I?” he smirked, gripping your hair tighter and making you whimper at the pain. But you liked it, that tight almost burning feeling on your scalp. “Keep your mouth open.”

He tucked his thumb into your chin and dragged it open, but said nothing else before sliding his cock as deep as he could go until you gagged at how fast he moved. “Not so chatty now, are you sweetheart?”

Harry didn’t give you an opportunity to reply before he was using your head to start thrusting into your mouth. You relaxed as much as you could, eyes closed as tears pricked while you grabbed onto his thighs hard. Your fingers dug into his skin, trying to ground yourself at the sting in the back of your throat.

But you loved it.

His noises of pleasure, whimpers, grunts and moans all mixing together was making your head spin. You never thought you’d enjoy what came out of Harry’s mouth, ever. But his moans and dirty talk just itched your brain in the most perfect way and turned you on even more than you already were.

“You’re so much prettier when you can’t talk, sweetheart. Look so fucking good choking on my cock” he smirked, looking down at you with parted lips and this dark expression in his eyes.

His abs were contracting and his jaw was tense. He looked mean and cocky and that look of pleasure laced in his expression was killing you. He really was an insanely attractive man.

It was a bit unfair really.

You pulled off quickly, panting and smiling up at him while tapping the head of his cock to your stuck out tongue. “I’m not choking yet, maybe your dick isn’t as impressive as you thought it was” it was a teasing comment, one that had anger flash across his face.

“You’re gonna regret that”

Then his thumb was tucked into your mouth and forcing it open. He slid his cock right in, forcing down into your throat and thrusting back and forth at a cruel pace. Now you were definitely choking. It was deep and made you feel so full and dizzy your head was spinning. It was a light-headed feeling like nothing else.

The sight of you with makeup running down your face and saliva dripping down onto the bed below that pretty mouth of yours was making him go crazy. He got sick satisfaction from seeing you all stuffed up with his cock, especially when you couldn’t talk back and show off your irritating personality.

You swallowed around him with purpose, contracting your throat in a way that had him hissing and his thighs shaking like you were sucking the literal soul out of him.

“Fucking Jesus! Gonna make me cum if you keep doing that” he cursed, which only made you do it again. “Y/n” he warned, pulling your head back so his cock slipped from your mouth.

“And here I thought you’d be jumping at the chance to cum in my mouth” you smiled, voice a bit rusty. You barely had the chance to wipe the saliva from your face with the back of your hand before he was roughly tugging your head back up to kiss you.

“I’m sick of trying to shut you up. Clearly nothing works on a brat like you” he snapped, nipping his way down your jaw until he found a spot that he liked and began sucking a mark there.

You whimpered and scratched your nails against his abs. There was no room to wiggle. His hand was fisted tight in the back of your head and he was creating dizzying pain on your neck. It was a situation where you could only move forward to the bite or his mouth or backward into the grip of his hand.

You were trapped. Yet so wet and tingly between your legs you had to squeeze your legs together to get some stimulation. Any stimulation. Giving him head was enough to get you going, but now that he was making it hurt you were getting incredibly desperate.

“Maybe you weren’t trying hard enough” you gasped.

“No. I think a brat like you just needs to be fucked like a whore to set her straight. That’s all” he said it so matter of factly you almost forgot your own name. Then he was kissing you again, seemingly satisfied with the hickey he created at the base of your neck. “Turn around.”

He grabbed your ass and slapped it hard then finally let you go, giving you the opportunity to turn around. “I’m going to slap you when we’re done for calling me a whore” you warned, yelping a little when he pressed your face into the duvet by the back of your head. Your ass was sticking up now and your whole body was tense in anticipation of what he’d do.

You were going to slap him because there were probably hundreds of reasons to slap him. Though, him calling you a whore wasn’t actually one of them. Because being degraded turned you on. If anything, you needed to slap yourself for liking it so much.

“Sorry. I’ll correct that. My whore. I’ll fuck you like my whore” you could practically hear the smirk in his tone and it sent a shiver through your body when he ran his hands down your back to your hips. His hands were hot but his rings provided cool relief from his burning touch.

“Like I’ll ever be your anything.” You scoffed, tensing as he pressed a kiss to your ass. He ran his mouth along the small string of your g-string and followed it as he began tugging it down roughly, like he would’ve torn it off if he could’ve.

“You’ll be thinking differently once I’ve ruined every other fucking man on the planet for you”

He grinned against your ass then pulled your underwear completely off. Once they were discarded somewhere in the room, he pulled apart your ass cheeks and groaned at the sight.

You were just so fucking pretty and wet and he wasted no time dragging his fingers through your folds before sliding one into you. It had you gasping a little, especially when he found your g-spot with ease.

He couldn’t resist tasting you either, immediately licking on your very inner thighs to taste your arousal that soaked all the way through your underwear. He moaned a little at the taste then headed straight for your clit, flicking his tongue against it experimentally before properly wrapping his lips around it.

The feeling had you moaning loudly into the mattress and fisting the duvet in your hands. He just seemed to know exactly what he was doing right away and accompanied his mouth with an extra finger at your entrance. The cool of his rings had you shivering, but it only added to the pleasure you were experiencing.

“You taste so damn good, sweetheart. Could eat your pretty pussy for days” Harry moaned appreciatively, kneading your ass in his hand while his fingers worked against your g-spot.

Harry ate pussy like it was his favourite meal. He was sloppy and messy and sucked your clit just right. And he was fingering you too good to even be real. His cock wasn’t even near you yet and your whole body was already vibrating with pleasure.

“Feel good, y/n? Tell me. Say it” he wanted to hear you succumb to his pleasure. To finally give in and just admit that you liked at least one thing about him. Maybe even beg.

Harry would pay to hear you beg.

“How about you shut up for once and get back to what you’re half decent at” you groaned, reaching behind for his head to try and guide him back. He laughed and shoved your hand away, pressing it down to the bed beside you.

“Half decent?” He flicked his tongue against your clit, so fast it had you squirming back to try and reach for more. “I’d say I’m better than half decent, wouldn’t you?”

Then he wrapped those pink lips of his around your clit and sucked. He sucked and nibbled and fucked his fingers right into your g-spot all at the same time until you were gasping his name.

You moaned it loudly as you came, not bothering to give warning because frankly, he didn’t deserve it. You, however, deserved an orgasm and he happily drew you through the entire thing.

“Still only half decent?”

Now he was itching for praise. For something other than an insult or a halfway compliment that seemed to just irritate him rather than make him feel good. He couldn’t lie, you were possibly the only person on the planet who managed to bruise his ego.

And if he didn’t get any actual praise for his skills by the end of the night, he would make it his personal mission to get you in his bed as many times as possible to get it. Though, Harry was confident in his ability to please a woman, so he was sure that wouldn’t be necessary.

But having sex wasn’t done for necessity, was it? It was done for a little fun, or to sate a desire or in your case… to fuck the attitude away.

“Yes” you breathed, panting into the bed and still trying to get a rise out of him.

Harry let out a huff of frustration and licked his fingers clean of you before spanking you once. Then he got off the bed quickly to grab one of the condoms he stashed in the pocket of his pants. He was back on the bed barely a minute later, cock sheathed in a condom and kneeling behind you while just kneading your ass in his hands. You were clenching around nothing at his touch and he could see it. It drove him fucking crazy.

“Maybe if you fuck me right, I’ll put it up to decent” you panted, pushing back into his touch.

You were a bit desperate for him, you couldn’t lie. But you weren’t willing to beg for it. The thought of begging Harry Styles was so revolting, it almost turned you off.

Almost. Because he was right behind you and was now guiding his cock right to your entrance. How could you get turned off when he was about to fuck you?

“Once I fuck you right you’ll be praising me like Jesus himself”

You didn’t get a chance to correct him or throw something about his ego back before he was pushing inside of you. He did it in all one go, then without warning or giving you time to adjust he just started fucking you.

“Oh fucking-Harry!” You cried out, a dull pain pulsing through your core. But that pain was barely noticeable with the way he was driving into you. His cock was long and thick and he hit your g-spot so hard and fast you were practically sobbing into the bedding.

“There it is. There’s that pretty moan of yours. Bet I can get it louder” he gloated, grabbing your wrists and pulling them towards your back. Your face smushed harder into the bedding, but you couldn’t care when he grabbed your wrists and used them for leverage to fuck you.

“Feel so fucking good, y/n. We should’ve done this way sooner” he groaned, slapping your ass and tipping his head back at how wet and tight you were around him. His hips were snapping hard against yours, the sound echoing through the hotel room. But it was only muffled beneath your uncontrollable whines and Harry’s own moans.

His grip on your wrists was tight and a bit painful, but the dominance and control of it all had your head spinning so you didn’t care one bit. The pain only made the experience more pleasurable. With every spank and degradation, you were inching closer and closer to your second orgasm of the night.

At least Harry actually knew how to please a girl and wasn’t just making things up for the last two years that you knew him.

The pleasure was dizzying. The rate and force he was pummelling into you had your brain going completely numb. There were no thoughts in there anymore, not even any witty comebacks that you could throw at him. It was just empty and overwhelmed and only focused on Harry all at the same time.

“Fuck” he muttered, his cock slipping out of you with a distinct wet sound. It was covered in your cream and arousal and you were just so beyond wet Harry could barely see straight.

He slid into you again, but then his cock slipped out for the second time and he grew frustrated. Harry didn’t want to slow down, so a change of position seemed like the best thing to do.

He suddenly let go of your arms but was quick to slide his hand between your neck and the bedding and pull your head back by wrapping your throat in the crease of his elbow. He helped you up until your back was to his chest, one hand on your hip for stabilisation while he basically choked you with his other arm.

The new position had you choking on your own breath and grabbing onto his forearm in reflex. It was just so much deeper and made his cock feel like it was stretching you out so much further. With his mouth pressed to your ear whispering filthy words too… you were losing it.

“Touch your clit for me, won’t you sweetheart? Wanna feel your sweet little pussy come around me” he encouraged, grabbing your hand and forcing it down until your fingers were pressed to your clit.

“Fuck” you gasped, thighs shaking as you began rubbing little circles over your clit. Your whole body was becoming overwhelmed with sensations yet you loved every second of it.

“Fuck is right isn't it?” he chuckled, “I just fuck you so good don’t I? So good all you can do is moan and swear and squeeze that tight cunt around me like I own it. Like I own your pleasure, control your pleasure. No man or woman will ever make you feel like this again, I can guarantee it”

“Fuck you and f-fuck your s-stupid dick” you tried to say it confidently, but you were so fucked out that it just sounded sad. It was a pathetic attempt at regaining control and you both knew it.

“Can’t even talk can you, because you know the truth. I fuck you good and you love it”

You hated him. Truly. Because he was right.

He wasn’t just ‘half decent’, or even ‘decent’, he was fucking incredible. So incredible, it barely took two more minutes before you were feeling your orgasm start to build up inside again.

“Oh I can feel it already, sweetheart. Can feel your pretty little pussy squeezing around me. You gonna cum already?”

“Uhuh, oh God. Yes!” You cried, hand shaking as you tried to bring yourself to another orgasm.

And Harry just encouraged it. He whispered encouragements in your ear and just fucked you so damn good you were crying out his name for the second time tonight.

“That’s it. Good fucking girl, fucking-Jesus fuck”

He finished soon after, stilling inside you and holding you close before he pulled out and guided you both down to the bed. You just laid there panting. Both naked and staring at the ceiling like neither of you could believe what just happened.

It was like there was this moment of clarity once you two got over your highs, like that post-orgasm clarity kicked in and you were suddenly regretting everything that just happened. Harry got up at some point to discard his condom then came straight back and laid down beside you still stark naked.

Harry clearly didn’t care about his body, which was fine considering it was basically perfect. You, however, were suddenly feeling way too vulnerable being naked beside him.

“That was a mistake” you breathed, getting up quickly to find where your clothes were thrown around the room.

It was hard to find anything when Harry’s bag had been kicked off the bed at some point and his clothes were strewn across the room, but you managed to find your dress first, so you headed there and tried to control the slight limp in your walking on the way.

That fucker. Fuck him and fuck his stupid dick.

“I’m not feeling very regretful. Feel quite satisfied actually” Harry hummed, tucking one hand under his head while the other rubbed his belly. “I’m quite hungry though. How do you feel about a cheeseburger?”

“A cheeseburger? A cheeseburger!? You’re fucking ridiculous!” you exclaimed, “We have dinner booked in-where is my phone?” you muttered to yourself, spotting your bag and blazer near the door and beelining for it so you could check the time. “We have dinner booked in… oh great. An hour ago.”

Your phone was littered with calls and texts of concern, some from your boss and others from your coworkers. It sent a huge hit of panic through you, even more when you turned your phone off and caught sight of your ruined makeup in the reflection of the black screen.

Great… just great.

You let out a loud groan while Harry just looked at you amused, still butt fucking naked. He seemed to be keenly interested in the room service menu, flicking through like you didn’t have a reservation booked somewhere.

You were an hour late, yes. But it was dinner and drinks so maybe you could still make it?

“What are you doing!? Get up! It’ll take five minutes for me to fix my makeup then hopefully they’re still on drinks and appetisers. We can still make it.”

Harry didn’t move though and just set the menu down on his chest. “Do you actually want to go? We’re already an hour late and this room service looks really good”

“And say what? Oh, sorry we’re late we were too busy fucking and lost track of time!?” you crossed your arms over your chest and looked at him expectedly.

“Noo, though that would be a funny conversation wouldn’t it?” he chuckled to himself. His lack of care for the situation just bugged you even further. “Food poisoning. We got some food delivered when we got to our room and it was bad. So now you’re vomiting in a bucket and I’ve stunk out the bathroom. See? Perfect. And I’ve even given you the more ladylike food poisoning option”

You scrunched your nose at his offer and his excuse. Did you really want to spend an entire night alone with Harry?

“Come onnn y/n. We’ve tasted each other’s genitals, I’m sure we can share a meal without killing each other” he grinned and sat up, patting the spot beside him on the bed. The way he referred to your oral sex just made you shiver, but you knew he was just doing it to piss you off even further.

You supposed he was right… and to be honest, all you wanted to do was shower and get into pyjamas after that intense round of sex. You couldn’t think of anything worse than heading downstairs for a company dinner when Harry just fucked you and called you a whore.

“Fine. But I call first dibs on the shower and you’re cleaning the room while I’m in there”

“Deal” he agreed instantly, not a hint of reluctance in his tone.

You looked at him a little suspiciously at how fast he agreed to your terms but decided to just leave it to grab some clothes and head to the bathroom. Once you were in there, a new term popped up in your head.

“Oh, and Harry? Put some fucking clothes on”

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