Summary: meeting Harry Styles at Glastonbury and you have an unforgettable night together, only you wake up to videos of you two kissing everywhere
Warnings: smut, smut, smut, cursing, mentions of drinking, oral (f! and m! receiving), handjob, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), daddy kink, squirting (if you squint), overstimulation, dirty talk, size kink ( if you squint)
Authors note: yes i’m aware i’m a year late to writing about harry going glastonbury but here the story is, hope you enjoy it xx
“C'mon it's gonna be fun, trust me.”
That's how you ended up here in Glastonbury. The air buzzing with music and laughter, Lola was forcing you to take shots of vodka, and the fields were alive with thousands of people singing in unison. Your group had insisted on matching face gems before heading into the crowd.
Now here you are dancing without care, completely lost in moment.
“This is the best weekend of my life!” your friend, amelia shouted over the music.
You laughed agreeing with her, throwing your hands in the air as the band reached the chorus. Everyone was jumping, strangers turning into friends for a few minutes beneath the blinding lights of the stage.
As the song was coming to an end, you spun around and collided straight into someone.
The person in front of you smiled warmly, running his hands through his hair. “It’s alright, I think I bumped into you too.”
Your brain short circuited.
No like it was actually Harry styles.
He wasn't surrounded by security or a group of fans.
He was just here blending in being normal.
He was wearing an oversized jacket with red shorts that were so short you could see the tiger on his thigh peeking out and a pair of sunglasses. Somehow the blending in was working despite him being one of the most recognizable people in the world.
“...You’re harry styles.”
Your friends had shock written all over their face, whispering between the three of them.
Harry looked between all of you before chuckling, introducing himself to all of you individually.
You laughed nervously, “I... know.”
This caused him to laugh even harder, “and you’re?”
His friends had now wandered over to you, wondering what had happened.
“You alright, mate? One had asked.
“Yeah. We nearly started a mosh pit.”
Everyone introduced themselves naturally, your friends introducing themselves, Harry introduced the people he was with and somehow the conversation flowed like you had all known each other for years.
You and harry were now standing separately from both your groups talking about the performances, the best food stalls and laughed about how impossible it to find anyone with the lack of signal.
“So... Who are you excited to see next?” harry asked.
You answered, and his eyes lit up.
“No way, I was hoping to catch them too.”
The next set started and before you knew it, both groups had drifted together into the crowd dancing.
The next couple of hours you danced side by side, shouting lyrics and laughing whenever someone bumped into your group.
You admired this about harry in this moment. He wasn’t trying to be centre of attention. He just seemed to be happy to be another person in a big crowd enjoying music.
When the set was over, he turned to look at you.
“We’re heading over to one of the VIP tents for a bit.”
He hesitated before smiling, “You and your friends should join us.”
You looked at your friends and they were nodding.
“Yeah sure, we’ll join you.”
The VIP tent was buzzing.
Music pulsed through the speakers while people chatted, danced and grabbed drinks from the bar.
Harry handed you a drink.
“Cheers,” you said clinking your glasses together.
The atmosphere was surprisingly relaxed. There was no pressure, no awkwardness, just music, dancing and easy conversation.
Harry was exactly the sort of person who made everyone around him feel included and comfortable.
As the two of you guys found yourselves in a conversation with more drinks flowing, harry pulled you into dance with him.
“I’m such a bad dancer,” you said while laughing.
People around you were singing lyrics they barely knew, jumping around with drinks in hand.
Harry spun you dramatically.
“I wasn’t prepared for choreography!”
He laughed so hard he almost lost his balance.
Hours passed quickly, dancing until you were breathless, and talking between songs.
You were both now sweating and harry was leaning in closer to you, brushing your fallen hair behind your ear.
“You look very beautiful.”
“Thank you,” you said while flicking your eyes from his to his lips.
He licks his lips before leaning closer to you and pulling you in for a kiss. Its gentle and slow at first before there's a switch in him. He pulls you closer by your waist, teasing his tongue at your bottom lip.
You place your hands into his hair, kissing him back just as passionately allowing him to insert his tongue into your mouth. He lets out a groan as you both stand there in the midst of the crowd making out.
He pulls away pupils dilated and slightly breathless, “you wanna get out of here?”
You say your goodbyes to your friends telling them you'll update them tomorrow while they grin widely at you.
Harry grabs your hand eagerly dragging you out and you're now entering the back of a black SUV.
He enters last telling the driver his address and closing the partition door.
One look at him and you're pouncing onto him, pulling his head closer to you. While he rests his hand on your waist moving your hips back and forth for you.
You moan into his mouth at the feel of him through his shorts. Both of you now heavy breathing and hands roaming.
“Fuck,” you whimpered as you feel his lips drag down your neck. Your hand now reaching into the middle of you both palming him through his shorts. He groaned against you, gripping his big hand against your tiny wrist encouraging you to keep doing what you were doing.
He throws his head back against the headrest letting out little whimpers into the car, “please, don't stop.”
You pull your hand into the waistband of his shorts, wrapping your hand around him, stroking him gently. “you’re so big,” you say as you pull your hand out to spit on it and continue your actions.
He smirks up at you, “don't worry, I'll make sure you can take it.”
You continue jerking him off in the back of this car, edging him closer to his orgasm. “I want you to come for me.”
“I'm so close,” he says while moaning.
He pulls you in for a messy kiss, tounges clashing and the stroking of your hand now moving faster, while brushing your thumb over his tip leaving him shuddering.
“I know baby, you're going to help me clean it up.”
A few more strokes and he's spilling himself into your hand. Your soaked hand continuing to stroke him through his orgasm causing him to jerk and pull your hand off.
Licking the rest of his cum off your palm groaning at the taste of him. After you shoved your fingers into his mouth letting him suck off the rest, continuing to suck on your fingers while whining.
The car now came to a halt signalling you had now made it to Harry's place.
You both stumbled through his door, kissing each other, ripping off clothes.
He carried you over his shoulder and into his bedroom tossing you onto his king-sized bed.
After you were both done undressing each other now completely naked in front of one another.
Harry hovered above you kissing from your neck down, his facial hair causing you to let out little squeals. His calloused hands squeezing your sides, “do you want this?”
He kissed down your body, taking his time around your chest and pouring his attention onto your nipples individually. Sucking and nipping at them to get a reaction out of you.
He was now where you wanted him in-between your legs taking his time while peppering kisses on your thighs while looking up at you. Your pussy now soaking wet just waiting for him to devour you.
He let out a moan while running his thumb along your soaked folds before burying his tongue against your heat, diving and sucking. The feel of his moustache ruffing against your clit while thrusting his tongue in and out of you was driving you crazy. He continued to eat you out like he was dying for it.
You gripped onto his hair forcing his face closer and he gripped tighter onto your thighs. “H, I need your fingers.”
Now, he's smirking up at you “yeah, I'll give you what you want.” Wasting no time, he inserts two fingers into your pussy, roughly pounding while taking your clit into his mouth. The wetness of you echoes into the room.
“Fuck baby, you taste so fucking good.”
“Your pussy is so tight around my fingers, your soaking my face.”
His mouth was so filthy, uttering dirty words while devouring you like you were his last meal.
“H, I'm so close. Don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping till you've soaked me, sweetheart.”
Your moans increase in volume not caring who can hear, gripping his hair tighter. Harry gets the hint and pulls his face closer to your heat and keeps going.
A few more licks and thrusts of his fingers and you were gushing everywhere. It came hard and fast and didn’t stop and neither did harry. You could feel yourself dripping down to your asshole and the feeling of harry licking into you was becoming too much.
Harry lifts his head from you, gathering your arousal with a finger and places it to your mouth. Repeating what you did to him in the car, you keep sucking while looking up at him and he lets out a groan.
Now reaching into his bedside drawer he pulls out a condom.
“I want to feel you properly,” you say looking up at him while wrapping your legs around his waist.
He let a groan out at the sentence, “fuck, you’re going to kill me.”
He now pulls you in for a kiss, letting his tongue slip into your mouth. You kiss him back earnestly, sucking on his bottom lip before letting it pull back to his mouth.
You wrap your hand around him smearing his tip with your arousal dragging him up and down you. Before you line him up with you entrance and he take over pushing into you slowly. The welcoming of your warm pussy and the stretch of his cock causes you to both let out a loud moan.
He continued to thrust into you, picking up his pace feeling your walls clench around him.
Your eyes flutter shut and let out little whimpers as he thrusts roughly into you. He grabs your face, “look at me baby.” you open your eyes, with a flushed face. “What a good fucking girl.”
He wraps a hand around your throat before pounding into your harder, “you wanna play like that tonight?” you nod up at him, causing him to squeeze your cheeks before harshly spitting into your mouth.
He looks down between you both seeing his cock drive in and out of you, creamy at the base and the way your pussy welcomes him in every time.
He can feel you getting closer as you clench around him, “you gonna come for me?”
Every thrust inside of you was hitting spots you didn’t even know existed, bodies smacking wetly together. One more thrust and you exploded everywhere, back arching, nails scraping down Harry's back and jaw dropping.
It was too much, harry kept on thrusting and you kept coming around him. Everything was wet, he kept slipping out due to your orgasm soaking his cock.
“Cum.” you demanded. “I want you to fill me up and make it stick daddy.”
He let out an animalistic groan and slammed into you one last time, cock throbbing while he filled you with his warm cum. He kept pounding his heavy load into your pussy. “Fuck, Ima make it stick baby.”
After he was done, he pulled out slowly watching it drip before he inserted a finger fucking his cum back into you.
The feeling it was too much.
“Yes, you can, be a good girl and give me more.”
He inserted another into you, the squelching noise of him continuing to finger fuck you. It didn't take long before you reached your orgasm again, throwing your head back and closing your eyes, all you could see was stars.
You came around him for the third time that night.
Pulling his hand away before placing his fingers into his mouth moaning at the taste of you.
“That was memorable,” you said out of breath.
He chuckled before laying down next to you, “very.”
You got up to pee and do your bathroom antics before you came back and laid down on top of his chest, he was running his hand across your back which caused you to slowly drift into sleep.
You woke up the next morning with a hand draped across your waist.
You groaned and reached for your phone, before you saw texts from your friends.
| TURN YOUR PHONE ON RIGHT NOW
You unlocked your phone and thats when your notifications exploded.
#harryandmysterygirl was trending on Instagram.
One clip showed you and harry laughing as harry spun you. Another captured of you and harry in a group talking while his hand rested at the back of your neck.
It was blurry, shaky and filmed by someone in the crowd.
You remember it vividly in the VIP tent.
You and harry were dancing close to one another before he leaned in to kiss you. This video caught everything, the way his hands were resting on your hips and how you both kissed each other passionately before pulling away to continue dancing.
The internet had its opinions.
| “HARRY LOOKS LIKE SUCH A BAD KISSER.
| “I WAS STANDING NEAR THEM!”
Harry stirred awake next to you.
“Please tell me that’s not the internet.”
Harry rubbed his eyes before gazing at your expressions.
You turned your phone towards him while he stared at the screen.
Another notification came through.
TMZ: fans react after videos of Harry Styles sharing a passionate kiss at Glastonbury with an unidentified girl.
The let out a dramatic sigh.
“I was hoping we could at least make it to lunchtime.”
You let out a laugh, “Isn’t your manager going to kill you?”
“Yeah, but there's nothing we can do. It's okay don't worry.”
“So.. Do you remember what happened?”
He takes a pause, “Do you?”
“Then I'm glad we are on the same page.”
The night came back to you piece by piece, remembering the girls forcing you to do shots, bumping into each other and the kiss you shared in the VIP tent, last night in his bedroom.
You let out a breath you’d been holding in.
“Well,” Harry said, “next year... We avoid cameras.”
“Or at least avoid making out where everyone has their cameras out.”
“Now that,” he laughed, “Might be impossible at Glastonbury.”
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