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Look In The Mirror (Like Damn, I Don’t Brag Enough) - CEO!H

prompt: YN’s bachelorette party may have not gone as planned.

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YN knows Harry’s dating history.

Well, that’s not even fair to say because it was more like hook-up history.

Harry had been in one relationship since he was starting out, his company still in a five-hundred pound a month rental  business office in the bad part of town.

When success started to hit, the relationship failed, and Harry had never looked back.

He had feelings for his first girlfriend at some point, in high school but then he pushed her to the side for work and she allowed it until it became too much for her to handle.

When Harry missed her birthday party, when he didn’t show up to at least three planned dates - leaving her alone at a booth at a restaurant, and when she would cry, scream at him over all this, he would not react.

-

“It’s fucking absurd, Harry!” Andrea had screamed as she stood in his brand new skyscraper he’d signed a lease on.

It was eleven at night and Harry was on the top floor, in his sprawling office as he went through contracts that needed his attention.

She was in a beautiful silk dress with mascara running down her cheeks, “This is the fifth fucking date you’ve stood me up. I’m done with your bullshit. You’re throwing away our years-long relationship over work!”

Harry had already become so cold and unempathic by this point, he had blinked up to her with disinterest for a brief moment before looking back down and flipping a page.

“I…I don’t even know you are anymore, this isn’t the Harry I agreed to be with,” Andrea sniffles as she smears her makeup even more, “Do you even love me?”

This was the opportunity to keep their relationship flowing, for him to remind her of his love for her, and say they’ll work on it.

That’s what she was expecting.

However, his next sentence solidified the end of their relationship.

“I don’t love anybody anymore,” Harry tells her without an ounce of any emotion in his eyes.

++

He was cold towards her, distant, and it wasn’t fair.

The girl hadn’t deserved it, she wasn’t a bad person, and she truly had tried to support Harry through his struggles of building a business.

However, the main issue out of all of it was that Harry wasn’t in love with her.

After the exciting first few months of dating, it faded into dullness much like he viewed everything in his life before YN.

Harry didn’t try to date again after that, he didn’t have the interest nor the energy to try to put the effort into something that he didn’t want.

He did go through a very awful depression though.

Where he came to the realization that he probably was never going to get married or have children.

Because despite how jaded and pessimistic he was about relationships, he always dreamed of having a wife and babies to come home to every night but instead it was just a massive mansion with no one but himself.

He would find himself desiring those things.

For example, the one day when he was looking for a box of books from his college years, he was interested in reading again.

He knew it was stowed away in one of the extra rooms.

When he walked into one of the rooms that he had never spent a minute of time in, he couldn't help but think to himself, ‘this would make the perfect nursery.’

That was a bad night.

After having that thought and realizing that it most likely would never be a nursery, he wasn’t proud to admit that he may have left a hole in the wall before closing the door and never going back in there again.

Harry turned into someone he didn’t like.

He was unfriendly, unapproachable, and cold to everyone.

No one was the exception, not even his mum and sister anymore.

He had no one which was his own doing, everything morphed into work and nothing else for him.

Occasionally, after one of the event dinners or out-of-town work trips, he would find someone for the night.

It was strictly sexual which he would always make very clear in the beginning of the encounter.

At some point, it became less and less frequent that he would hook-up with anyone because the more well-known, richer he became, the harder it was to find someone for just the night.

Even when they agreed to have a casual one-time thing by the time they had finished, they were typically begging Harry to at least stay the night or get his number.

It normally ended with them screaming that he’s a heartless asshole before kicking him out of their hotel room.

Well…not really kicking him out because the second they were done, he was already getting redressed and headed out the door anyway without a second look back.

Not once did he ever get the urge to ask for a number or for it to happen again.

Sex was sex to him.

It was never anything emotional, special, or mind-blowing.

It was mediocre at nearly all times and he would do it just to fill the physical need to get off.

He wasn’t a complete and utter asshole (yes, he was) but he always made sure that the woman that he was with was getting off too.

Harry never felt excitement in doing so, more of an obligation because it was only fair.

YN had insecurity in the beginning.

Unfortunately, a lot of the time Harry had hook-ups, it was caught by sneaky paparazzi whether it was him and the girl leaving the club together or him exiting the hotel after the deed was done.

And of course, all those pictures ended up not only on the internet but most of the time splayed across the cover of tabloids.

“Harry Styles Seen Leaving Hotel of American Model in Early Hours!”

“Harry Styles: Tech Billionaire and Womanizer?”

It took Harry quite a while to convince YN that none of that was relevant to their relationship and that she needed to not compare herself to the people that Harry had hooked up with in the past.

When he told YN that nobody has ever or would ever compare to her, god, he meant it with all his fucking being.

Harry understands the insecurity, he would have it too if he googled YN’s name, and articles, pictures of her with other men popped up in his search - he couldn’t even think about it without his blood boiling.

The issue was, in the beginning, YN didn’t see how fucking amazing she was.

She didn’t realize that she didn’t need to compare herself to those models and influencers because she was literally his dream woman from her intelligence, her wit, and her fucking looks.

It blew his mind that she didn’t see how gorgeous she was, that she even thought for a moment she wasn’t as pretty as the models, she was so much more beautiful than anyone he’d ever seen.

It had taken months of Harry showing that he meant his words for her to believe it.

He never even looked at another woman while they were out, even if they were trying to get with him, and in fact, he was exceptionally rude at all times (even though YN obviously never asked him to act like that).

Harry was as loyal as they fucking come, at least to YN, his loyalty was unwavering as well as his dedication to taking care of her and making her happy - it was impossible for YN not to see how stupidly in love he was with her.

And she started to believe in herself over time, in their relationship, and how much she meant to Harry.

It was incredible to watch her confidence grow in their relationship.

It made Harry proud to watch YN never hesitate anymore in what she wants.

She lets Harry spoil her now (within reason), doesn’t show any shyness in public situations, and has no issue holding conversations with Harry’s colleagues at business dinners.

He had tattooed her name on his chest, refused to negotiate a prenuptial agreement despite how much Harry’s lawyers had begged and pleaded with him to have one in case of divorce, and began to organize his accounts and businesses to take on YN’s name in half-ownership.

Everyone thought he was fucking insane.

One of the richest men in the world, with billions to lose, and he refused to sign a prenuptial agreement.

The thing was, YN was more than willing to sign one, she wasn’t after his money now nor would she be at any point so if he had wanted one signed, she wouldn’t have thought twice.

However, even she was shocked that he shut her down the moment she offered to sign one.

“I really don’t mind, I won’t be offended, H,” YN had told him softly after he’d gotten another nagging call from his lawyers about it.

“If we get divorced then my life’s already over, you might as well take everything I have because nothing’s more important than you,” Harry had told her firmly, unwavering and sure of his decision.

There was no room to even doubt that YN was it for Harry.

+

It was three weeks until their wedding.

About two until they left for Italy.

Everything had been planned and now there was nothing else to do but wait until the day came.

Wedding planning was easy.

Harry was involved in most steps but always had let YN have lead on what she wanted for their day.

He was agreeable and the only thing he had shut-down the idea of was a brunch the next day after the wedding.

“You can host a brunch for everyone who flew out. However, we will not be there,” Harry had told the wedding planner as they sat at their dining room table, “I promise you that I will not be sharing my bride during our honeymoon.”

The wedding planner had laughed and their cheeks had twinged pink at the insinuation before babbling about planning it for the family visiting as YN rolled her eyes and pinched his thigh.

Later that night Harry had called him out for being so blunt.

“What?” Harry shrugs, unbothered and cocky, “You’re insane if you think that m’going to even let you get dressed the day after our wedding. You’re going to be my wife, m’going to be too busy fulfilling my husbandly duties to have a formal brunch with our families.”

YN couldn’t lie about the fact that his words built a warm pit of arousal in her stomach at the thought of their honeymoon and being able to call Harry her husband in a few weeks.

The bachelorette party was tonight which YN had been looking forward to for a while now.

Her college, high school friends, and sister who were going to be in the wedding were coming into town for the night.

Harry had booked all of them all rooms at a luxury hotel in the heart of London for the night before they all headed back home to avoid any drinking and driving or just driving after a long day.

Harry had booked YN the presidential suite (which YN didn’t even want to think about the price of) and set up a day of pampering with a personal masseuse coming to the room as well as someone to do a facial, manicure, and pedicure.

She truly had the most thoughtful husband-to-be.

When Bethany was planning the night, YN’s only rule was no strip-clubs.

Harry hadn’t set a boundary there, she knew that if she wanted to go to one that he wouldn’t stop her because he wasn’t like that.

However, YN knows he wouldn’t have been happy about her wanting to do that as YN’s stomach churned at the thought of Harry wanting to go to a strip club either - YN had no desire to see any other man nude but her own.

Bethany was easily agreeable, settling for a night of cowgirl themed fun.

YN was dressed in a cute white fringe dress with a cowgirl hat and bedazzled cowgirl boots to match.

All the other girls were dressed similarly with cowgirl hats, boots, and dresses, just not in white.

“You lookin’ for somethin’ to ride?” Harry murmurs as he slides up behind her as she organizes her purse at the kitchen island, hands coming to her hips to pull her bum back into the cradle of his hips.

“Ew, please for the love of god,” Gemma fake gags as she walks into the room, obviously overhearing his comment, and putting a finger in her mouth to mimic making herself sick, “I would have been fine never hearing that.”

YN can’t help but laugh at Harry’s put-out frown because he had been totally looking for a reaction from YN and didn’t get one because his sister had cockblocked him even though she didn’t even have time for a quickie before leaving.

Harry uses the grip on her hips to turn her around, fixing her hat where it had been off-centered, “You’re going to be safe, right? Don’t drink too much and do not put your drink down anywhere, always have an eye on it. I’ll be home all night, if you need me, you’ll call me.”

YN leans up to kiss him, thumbing at his frown lines, “I’ll be fine. I won’t drink too much and I won’t put my drink down anywhere. Please relax tonight, we won’t be needing to call you. We’re just having some fun.”

She knows Harry wants her to have fun with her bridesmaids but she also knows what a protective worry wart he will be all night until he gets a call confirming that she’s safe in her hotel room.

“Let me know the room number you’re staying in, just…I don’t want to be overbearing but please check in with me a few times?” Harry asks softly, he didn’t want to come off as controlling but he just wants to make sure she’s safe, that was it.

“You’re not overbearing,” YN shakes her head, eyes fond, “I will check in with you. Please don’t spend the whole night anxious.”

“M’not anxious,” Harry denies mulishly as he glares at his sister who’s snickering, “Fuck off, Gems.”

Gemma puts her hands up, “I didn’t even say anything!”

“You were thinking somethin’,” Harry mumbles as he pulls YN more into his chest for a bear hug.

“Just thinking how disgustingly soft you’ve gone,” Gemma laughs, not meanly though, “You used to not even answer your phone for weeks, now you’re like this…”

Harry doesn’t like the jab.

It was passive-aggressive.

+

There were times before YN where he wouldn’t answer their calls for weeks.

And when he would answer, it wouldn’t be with pleasantries.

He remembers one of the last times that happened before YN.

Harry had answered after three calls in a row, “What the fuck do you want? I’m busy.”

“Harry,” Gemma sighs, sadness and irritation in her tone, “We haven’t heard from you in nearly a month. We worry about you. The only way we know you’re even alive is through seeing your picture plastered on the front of Daily Mail.”

Harry grits his teeth as he resists the urge to hang up, he had turned into someone who was uncaring, lacking empathy for himself and others, he was a shell of the person he could be.

“I’m fine,” Harry replies tightly, still typing on a report that needed to be sent in within the next fifteen minutes.

“It’s just…We know you’re fine but you don’t even check in on us. You know? Mum cries over it. You don’t even care about u-“ Gemma’s voice is shaky like she’s about to cry and Harry can’t handle it.

“God, I don’t have time for a fuckin’ guilt trip,” Harry snaps, cutting her off and feeling a hot anger beginning to simmer in his veins, “I don’t know what to tell you. I don’t know what you want from me.”

“I…I just don’t know if you even want a relationship with us sometimes, Harry,” Gemma sniffles as she speaks, “Do you even want that?”

“I don’t know what the fuck I want,” Harry replies coldly before he does pull the phone away from his ear, hitting the end call button before turning his phone off entirely.

The next time his mum and Gemma had seen Harry was when they met YN, even though it hadn’t gone as planned, it was like seeing a new man.

After starting to see YN, Harry started answering text messages more, started inviting them over for dinner, and started calling them to see how they were doing nearly once a week.

Anne and Gemma both had an idea that YN encouraged him to do so, to rebuild the relationship with his mum and sister, for that ... .they couldn’t be more grateful for her coming into his life.

Gemma remembers the first time she’d really seen past her initial doubt of YN and realized that she was genuinely in love with Harry for who he was but also how much he respected her.

+

It was a family dinner at Anne’s.

Harry had a late day in the office, they had been nearly twenty minutes late, and had arrived right when Anne was putting everything on the table.

Where YN was in good spirits as always, Harry was subdued as he normally always is but Gemma was surprised that despite his barely-there greeting to his mum and sister, Harry had still helped YN out of her jacket and got her something to drink before pulling out her chair for her.

Harry ate silently for the most part as Gemma, Anne, and YN engaged in conversation as they were still getting to know each other.

Harry was sipping his wine, without much expression on his face but his arm was around the back of YN’s chair, his hand gently cupping the back of her neck in a simple but intimate gesture as she spoke.

At some point, a passive aggressive jab here and there starts to get thrown towards Harry by Gemma.

Just because Harry was doing better at coming around didn’t mean that it still didn’t hurt that he treated his family so poorly for so many years and now just because he has a girlfriend he’s a new person.

It didn’t make her forget the past.

And maybe that’s why she gave YN such a hard time in the beginning too because she felt a little resentment because nothing Gemma did could get Harry to want a relationship with them but YN just said the word and he obeyed.

“I wouldn’t know about that. Harry hasn’t come to Christmas in three years,” Gemma shrugs, not hiding the bite in her tone because it was true.

Three fucking Christmases where Harry never came home.

“Enough,” Harry replies shortly as he makes eye contact with Gemma, putting his fork down and taking another swig of his wine.

YN bites her lip at the interaction, sighing as she nibbles on her buttered roll.

“What? Just calling it like it is. You haven’t shown up for one single holiday for years, Harry. What did you do those days anyways? Spend it with a girl? With friends? Do you know how that made mum-“ Gemma begins to get angrier as she puts down her silverware.

“Gemma,” Anne scolds, not wanting a fight to erupt over dinner.

“You don’t know anything,” Harry hissed as his fist clenched on the table, sitting straighter, “I wasn’t spending it with a girl or a boy or anyone. I was alone, alone in my fucking house, Gemma. Don’t act like you ever really made a fucking effort to check-in on me-“

“Harry,” YN's voice is firmer than Gemma’s ever heard it, “They’re just hurt. They love you and they missed you. If you don’t have anything constructive to say back, just listen.”

Anne and Gemma both tense, expecting Harry to turn his anger towards YN and lose it on her for trying to tell him what to do which he’d never ever responded well to in the past.

Anne is about to try to break the tension, to avoid Harry flipping out on YN.

Harry reacts differently than either Anne or Gemma could have anticipated.

His shoulders slump noticeably, his jaw unclenching as he exhales out of his nose, and he looks at YN with something of an apology in his eyes before he nods and quietly says, “I would appreciate it if we could change topics now.”

YN smiles widely, proud of him, and leans in to kiss his cheek before quickly changing the subject back to something more light-hearted.

After dinner, while Anne begins doing the washing up, Gemma goes to use the restroom but stops short when she realizes that Harry and YN are in the hallway talking softly.

“M’sorry, I hate when you see me like that. I just…They don’t know that it wasn’t anything to do with them but how fucking depressed I was and I get defensive,” Harry says lowly, frustrated.

Gemma’s heart hurts at that.

She knew he wasn’t in the best mindset but she didn’t know how bad his mental health was which does make her feel a bit guilty of not making more of an effort.

She had taken his distance as him wanting no relationship with his family - not that he was struggling too much to be around them.

Gemma peeks around the corner, to get a view of them.

Harry has his back against the wall, YN pressed into his space as his hands are wrapped around her waist, looking down at her with an expression that Gemma doesn’t recognize on his face.

“Stop apologizing, H,” YN murmurs to him, her hand running along his jawline as she speaks, “I’m just so proud of how far you’ve come to work through those struggles. That’s all that matters now.”

Harry nods in agreement as he leans down to rest his forehead against hers.

“I don’t deserve you,” Harry murmurs as she nudges her nose against his, “I love you more than anything else on this earth. You’re…you’re just everything to me.”

“I love you more,” YN hums back, a quirk at the corner of her lips like she knows it will get a reaction out of him.

It works.

Harry quickly flips them so that she’s pressed into the wall.

However, that’s Gemma’s cue because when she hears him start to talk about how later he’ll ‘show her how much he loves her’ than she wants to physically get ill.

+

However, Harry has come a long way in his attitude (at least with his family).

As they stand in the kitchen, Harry decides to ignore the passive-aggressive jab that Gemma throws about being ‘too soft’ because he wants to snap at her but just moves on.

“The car is here,” Gemma reports when her phone dings, “We should get going.”

YN leans up on her tiptoes to give Harry another kiss, “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you more,” Harry replies as he bites at the corner of his lip, “Please be safe. Just one call and I’ll be there.”

“I know, H. We won’t need that though. Just relax tonight,” YN reminds him even though she knows it is fruitless at this point because he’s a little worry wart when it comes to her.

+

Everything was going good until they got to their third club of the night.

It was getting close to midnight by the time they arrived, having reserved a booth, and ordered drinks as they sat down at their table.

YN had a nice buzz going on, her goal was to stay tipsy for most of the night, getting drunk before pulling back and drinking water for a little bit to settle it all down.

Everyone was having so much fun, at the first bar which was more dive than anything else, had a mechanical bull that they all had taken turns, and some of the bridesmaids getting thrown off comically fast.

This third club was relatively busy with bumping music and cocktail waitresses walking around with bottles of grey goose on ice in big buckets, it wasn’t YN’s normal scene but she was enjoying it tonight.

Until another group of girls arrive that sit at the booth across from them.

From the very beginning, YN doesn’t like the vibe they give off.

They’re constantly staring over at their booth, whispering amongst themselves even in the loud room, and giggling like they’re making fun of them which YN doesn’t understand because she doesn’t even know these girls.

She looks over at them and definitely has never met any of them which means there should obviously be no issues between them.

The other bridesmaids notice the behavior too, which is when they decide to start winding down for a while, moving towards a second bar in the club that was further away from the music and craziness.

It wasn’t necessarily quiet but it was much more calm, relaxed in this area where they could all sit at a high-top table and talk without screaming over each other which was a nice change from the other places they’d been at so far.

Once again, everything is going fine until that same group of girls trail in only a few minutes after YN’s group to find a table very close to theirs, eyes flickering over at them like earlier.

YN and her friends discuss the weird behavior but decide to just ignore it because they’re not going to let it ruin their night and she doesn’t want to make a mountain out of a molehill.

As it gets deeper into the early mornings, the bar has nearly cleared out completely, most of the patrons going back towards the dance floor or stumbling home drunk by now.

YN and her bridesmaids were still having fun, gossiping and playing drinking games, and enjoying the night - having completely forgotten about the other table of girls until it was only them left in the bar with YN’s group.

YN’s buzz had faded however and realized that she was sober by now from her lack of alcohol in the past two hours which inspired her to go over to the bar to order something to get the edge back.

As she sits at the bar, someone slides onto the barstool beside her, and YN turns - expecting it to be one of her friends but it isn’t.

It’s a girl from the other group.

She was tall, blonde, and pretty but YN felt put-off by the smile on her face.

“Congratulations,” The girl smiles as she nods towards YN’s outfit, it didn’t seem genuine though but more condescending.

“Thank you,” YN replies not to be rude but looks back towards the bartender after that.

“I’m glad to see that Harry has finally settled for someone after losing me,” She shrugs nonchalantly, acting like her comment wasn’t absurd.

YN’s eyes widen in surprise, taken aback for a second as she turns towards her again, “Excuse me?”

The blonde has an innocent look on her face, “Oh, you don’t know me? I’m sure he’s talked about me. Or maybe it hurt him too much. After how much he begged for me to stay with him, I’d be embarrassed too.”

In the beginning of the relationship, this would have absolutely rocked YN, and destroyed her for a while because it played into all of her insecurities.

These beautiful women who’ve had a relationship with Harry would make her jealous and lower her self-esteem.

Now she’s able to smell bullshit from ten miles away.

YN knows for a fact that the girl is lying because of how extensively YN and Harry have discussed their dating histories.

Harry was extremely upfront about his past.

His one relationship through high school and the start of his career and then after that, no relationships, a few dates, and multiple partners that were nothing more than one-night stands.

Harry had admitted to her his patterns, finding a random hook-up and leaving right after they’d finished, no matter how much the girl asked that he stayed - he told her that with a bit of shame of not being more empathetic towards the girls.

YN knew without a shadow of a doubt that this girl was lying.

“I bet,” YN snorts out a laugh, showing exactly how unbothered she is.

The girl doesn’t appreciate that, her face drops when she realizes that she doesn’t have the upper hand in the situation, and that her words didn’t affect YN the way that she wanted them to.

It was more obvious that this girl had most likely been burned by Harry and was angry about it still if YN was to guess - she wanted more with Harry and he didn’t give into it.

“You don’t believe me?” The blonde asks in disbelief, ignoring the drink the bartender slides to her.

“Not for a moment, babe,” YN smiles, matching that condescending tone.

Because not only has YN grown into being more self-confident and empowered, Harry has also shown her a lot about how important it is that she stands up for herself, she doesn’t always have to be nice, and use manners.

It’s okay to be rude to people who aren’t being nice to you.

Before Harry, YN was more of a people pleaser who didn’t want to rock the boat and would sometimes let herself be walked over because of it but now, well now she wasn’t going to let this happen with this girl sitting beside her.

The woman hesitates for a moment, not prepared for this but then she says something to prove her knowledge of Harry, “You don’t believe me? Then how would I know that Harry has a small pink scar, you know where I’m talking about, don’t you?”

YN does know exactly what she’s talking about.

She’s well acquainted with the small scar that she often will land a kiss on when she’s kissing down his belly.

A small scar to the right, just above the base of him from where he’d cut himself shaving as a teenager, the first time he’d tried to do some manscaping and failed miserably.

YN still teased him about it sometimes.

The comment didn’t trigger anything other than annoyance.

She was confident, sure of her relationship with Harry.

She acknowledges that Harry has slept with other people before they met, just as she had slept with a few before him who could name a defining feature on her body too - it wasn’t a big deal.

At the end of the day, YN was the one in Harry’s bed at night, with a rock on her finger, her name on his chest, and a wedding in Italy planned in less than a month where Harry had given her everything she wanted.

Before YN can respond, a few of her friends trail over, concerned once they realize that she was sitting at the bar with a girl from the other group.

“Is there an issue here?” Bethany steps in, putting her hands on the back of YN’s barstool.

“My new friend here, wait sorry, I didn’t catch your name?” YN plasters the fakest smile back on her face.

“Carmen,” She replies tersely, shoulders tight and an unhappy tilt to her lips.

“Carmen here thought that it was necessary to come over to her and inform me that she has slept with Harry,” YN lays out, hoping she realizes how absurd what she had done was.

The other girls in YN’s group visibly tense, completely unaware how YN felt about it because if they were in her shoes - it would be difficult for them to hear.

“That’s quite literally the most bizarre thing I have ever heard,” Bethany shakes her head as she looks at the girl, “Why did you find that important to do? Are you trying to ruin her bachelorette party? What the fuck did she ever do to you?”

Carmen straightens her shoulder, more defensive, “You guys have been walking around this club like you own it and I decided to knock you down a few notches. You think you’re hot shit because you’re marrying some douchebag billionaire but I just wanted to remind you that you’re not the only person who’s fucked him.”

The bridesmaids audibly gasp at the words that leave the girls mouth, a few of them about to kick off their heels to start throwing punches but are all really waiting for YN’s reaction because they’ll go based off of her.

And if YN was being honest, she would love to slap this girl right across the face but she’s better than that, she won’t give into this girl’s shitty behavior because at the end of the day, it doesn’t bother her.

“I may not be the only one who’s fucked him,” YN agrees, still keeping her tone casual and calm, even taking a sip of her cocktail, “However, I’m the only one who gets to fuck him for the rest of our lives.  I’m sorry you didn’t make a big enough impression on him to get this.”

YN doesn’t care that it’s cocky and arrogant when she sticks out her left hand, the massive diamond on her finger sparkled beautifully in the dim lighting, and it was a jaw-dropping piece of jewelry.

“The difference between you and I, Carmen, is that Harry wouldn’t even remember who you are whereas I could go home right now and get the thing that you obviously want from him,” YN chuckles as she slips off the barstool, “Have a great night.”

“Fucking bitch,” Carmen seethes, her drink was nearly empty but there was maybe a sip left at the bottom, and she takes her glass, throwing hte contents over YN’s white dress.

There’s not much, however the red dye from the grenadine in her mixed drink would undeniably stain the material, and chaos erupts for a minute as YN quite literally has to hold back one of her feistier friends from attacking.

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” YN assures them, still calm and not going to let it escalate any further, she had her fun but she was pretty much sober by this point and really really wanted to go home.

Not to her hotel but to Harry.

What YN didn’t know is the moment that Gemma had gotten a whiff of what was going on and what was likely to transpire, she had texted Harry that it might be best for him to come down.

The two groups of girls separate, going back to their respective tables, and still glaring at each other while YN sighs, rubbing the corner of her eye for a moment because the night wasn’t nearly as fun anymore and this was the last club.

However, her friends were still in party mode and had just ordered another round of drinks - a bit too impaired still to sense that YN wasn’t as engaged anymore in the activities especially because she was sticky from the drink and those girls were still harassing them.

It’s maybe fifteen minutes later, of the other group of girls occasionally making a loud comment or bumping a chair ‘accidentally’ on the way to the bar, and YN is about to call it, even if it disappoints her friends.

Suddenly, the room gets suspiciously silent, the only sound is the dull music in the background.

YN’s confused as to why her friends stopped talking out of nowhere and now she didn’t hear the other group of girls either.

When she turns to look around, she’s realizes why everyone’s gone silent because Harry was standing in the doorway with a eerirely blank face but his jaw was ticked in a sure tell that he was fucking livid.

Harry doesn’t walk over to YN’s table first which surprises her, unsure of what is going on at the moment, and instead he strides right over to the group of other girls who are staring wide-eyed and gaped at him.

“Can someone at this table please tell me who the fuck is interfering with my fiancée’s bachelorette party?” Harry asks in a deadly serious, firm voice but still manages to be steady and monotone.

It’s comical, the girls looking over at Carmen but YN realizes (and so do other girls at that table) that Harry doesn’t even remember which one of them he slept with to call them out.

Another wound to Carmen’s ego.

The girls at the table are at least a little frightened which made sense because Harry was the most intimidating person that YN had ever met in her life.

They also don’t want to put their friend on the spot so they all stay silent.

“You better play it up,” Bethany murmurs to YN and all the girls agree with her, little giggles echoing through their group.

For a minute, she doesn’t realize what they mean until it clicks.

Oh, she definitely knows how to not only pull at Harry’s heartstrings but show these girls just how crazy he is about her (if him showing up wasn’t already sign enough).

“Since no one wants to talk,” Harry finally looks at the table, “YN, my love, can you come over here for a minute?”

“Time to shine,” Gemma laughs under her breath as they give her an encouraging shove.

YN has a napkin in her hand, beginning to dab at her eyes like she’s tearful, and even manages a convincing sniffle as she makes her way over to them, siding up next to Harry.

He automatically tugs her into his side, a little bit behind her, “Which one is claiming to be the one I begged to stay?”

The condescending tone made it ten times more embarrassing for Carmen.

“Her,” YN convincingly stutters her words, just enough like she’s so choked up with emotion that she can barely even speak.

Harry’s eyes narrow on Carmen, showing absolutely no recongition or familiarity as he checks her over with judgement clear on his face, “What the fuck is wrong with you? You really are that nasty of a person that you want the bride to be crying at her own bachelorette party?”

All the girls get ruffled at that, disagreeing because they all knew that YN was faking it, and Carmen is the one who calls it out, affronted, “She literally just started this bullshit act when you arrived! She wasn’t acting like this before!”

Harry broadens his shoulders, “You’re the one I fucked?”

Carmen’s face drops, eyes avoiding her friend’s stares because if YN was to guess, she made up a big story about how much Harry had loved her, wanted her, and then she turned him down.

They were realizing now that their friend was full of shit.

Carmen snarls, backed into a corner now, “Don’t act like you forget! You begged me to stay after I got up to leave.”

Harry lets out a startling loud bark of laughter that even makes YN jump, it slices through the thick air, and he’s smiling so much his dimples are popping as he sobers up enough to talk.

“The only person I’ve begged to stay in my bed is that one that has a ring on her finger,” Harry replies surely, squeezing YN’s hip, “I surely did not beg you to stay in bed. And though I wouldn’t be able to point you out in a crowd, I think I may remember you throwing an absolute fit when I got up to get dressed.”

Harry snaps his fingers like something has suddenly hit him, “You’re the girl who followed me all the way to the elevator, begging me to give you a chance. Am I right? I am right.”

YN’s group of friends have to cough to disguise their laughter.

“Fuck you,” Carmen hisses angrily, her hand clenching her drink.

“I highly doubt I’ll ever see you again. Especially in the next few weeks when I’ll be in Italy, celebrating the fact that I’m about to marry this woman next to me, and in a few weeks you’ll probably be just as miserable,” Harry tells her as his thumb rubs a soothing circle on YN’s hip.

“You’re a fucking dickhead,” The blonde retorts as tears start to well in her eyes.

“I hope you take this humiliation as a lesson to mind your own fucking business. When you think about ruining someone else’s night, remember this. I hope your friends realize how foul of a person you are,” Harry gives them all a glance before he’s stepping back and bringing YN along with him.

Harry, just off to the side, where that group of girls can still see them pulls her into a hug.

“I’m sorry your night was ruined,” Harry murmurs into her hair before he’s tucking a finger under her chin to bring their lips together, “I am so embarrassed on my end. This is my fucking fault from being stupid and just sleeping with whoever was available when I was-“

“You know I’m not really upset, right?” YN giggles in his hold when he frowns, “I was just doing it to get a reaction out of them. There’s nothing to apologize for or feel embarrassed about, H. I know you’ve slept with other people, so have I.”

Harry bares his teeth at that, eyes getting a bit more dilated, “Only one who’s given it to you good is me, right baby? Only one you’ll ever need now because I give you everything you want, hm?”

“S’the main reason I’m marrying you,” YN teases as she presses a bit closer to him which in turn makes his hand tighten on the small of her back, keeping her right where she is, “But I don’t know…I don’t know if I compare to all your many conquests….Beautiful woman who-“

Harry cuts her off with a harsh kiss, enough to sting when his teeth bump her lip for a moment but it doesn’t deter him from taking what he wanted until he pulls back just the slightest, “Don’t you fucking dare ever compared yourself to anyone else. S’you, you’re it for me. Never had anything better. I never begged for anything in my life before you. Now I beg on the daily, don’t I, pet? Beg for your kisses, your mouth on me. Beg for you to sit your pretty cun-“

“Okay, okay,” YN begins to feel the heat in her belly rise up, “We’re still in public, macho man.”

“I can’t fucking wait until your my wife,” Harry rumbles as he steals a few more kisses, uncaring of anyone who may be watching or in the room as he shows a little possessiveness over her.

“I can’t wait either, H,” YN replies with one more softer kiss, “Thank you for coming down here and standing up for me.”

“Anytime,” Harry says as he’s finally detaching his hand from her bum before he turns a bit sheepish, “I was scared, a bit. It’s fucking embarrassing.”

“It’s not-“ YN begins to argue but is cut off when someone wraps their arm around her shoulder.

“Shall we continue this party back at the hotel?” Her friend, Gabby, half-slurs as the others come to join them, all of them chirping and hollering in agreement at continuing the party from here on out.

“I think I’m just going to have a quiet rest of the night girls,” YN tells them, she was tired and a bit stressed for whatever reason, and she was stone cold sober.

The girls are amazing, they don’t try to argue or guilt-trip her but instead ask if she’d be upset if they continued the party without her which of course she didn’t, she encouraged them to be safe and to continue the fun.

They decide they wanted to stay at the club a bit longer and all gave YN long hugs (and a few kisses) which made Harry roll his eyes as he waited off to the side for her until she bounds over and he walks her out.

“Let’s get you to the hotel,” Harry hums as he opens her car door for her.

“No,” YN frowns, not getting into the car but instead glaring at him.

“No?” Harry replies dumbly.

“I want to go home, to our home with you,” YN clarifies as if she didn’t make it obvious before (maybe she didn’t).

It’s Harry’s turn to frown, “Are…are you sure? This is supposed to be your night and of course, because of me it was fuckin’ ruined, wasn’t it?”

“Harry,” YN tries but Harry has gone cold, motioning her once again to get into the car and this time she doesn’t argue as he walks quickly around, gets in the driver’s seat, and revs the engine before peeling out of the parking lot.

Harry’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel.

“I don’t understand why you’re so upset, H,” YN tells him honestly, hands anxiously twisting on her lap.

Harry scoffs loudly, “Like it isn’t obvious? I’m upset because I ruined your night.  I’m upset because I fucked up so much by sleeping with those stupid fucking girls, girls that I didn’t even like. Now because I did that, you have to deal with the consequences of my actions. Do you know how embarrassing that is? For my fiancée to be out at her bachelorette party, only to be harassed by a girl I had sex with one time and I didn’t even remember her? I hate that I was like that.”

“The only thing ruining my night is this,” YN snaps back, letting the frustration roll over her, “I was so fucking proud of myself because I handled myself so well. I didn’t get jealous or insecure when she confronted me. She even knew about the scar you have and it didn’t bother me. I thought you’d be proud of me.”

Harry’s melts right then and there, she can almost physically feel the anger exiting his body as he reaches over to put his hand on her thigh, eyes apologetic as he glances over at her, “M’heart, I am…I am so good damn proud of you. It’s just hard because these things happen because of mistakes I’ve made before I met you. I hated the person I was. I don’t like when I get confronted with my past. I am sorry I overlooked how well you handled the situation.”

“I just…I feel like I’ve come a long way from when we first started dating,” YN shrugs as she picks at a loose thread on her dress, moving to kick off her cowboy boots as they were starting to get uncomfortable on her aching feet, “I don’t hold anything you’ve done before we got together against you and you’re not that person anymore. It doesn’t feel great to have someone share an intimate detail about your soon-to-be-husband about their bits but I managed to stay level headed.”

Harry’s face twists at that, affronted, “What the fuck did she say about my cock?”

YN snorts at the typical response, “Don’t worry. She mentioned knowing about the little scar above it.”

Harry shakes his head in disgust, “S’a bit creepy how much she remembers from a one-time-hookup.”

“Shouldn’t be showing your bits to just anyone,” YN chirps back, now teasing because the tension has faded into something comfortable and just them again.

Harry scowls as he looks ahead at the road, “It doesn’t matter anymore. You’re the only person who’ll ever be seeing ‘em again.”

“I just hope you don’t run into all of the three people I slept with before you,” YN hums, biting her lip as she looks out the window because she knows for a fact it will get a reaction out of him because he’s a jealous son of a bitch.

It works beautifully, his hand resting on her thigh inches further up under the hem of her dress, fingertips brushing the lace before he gives her a squeeze rough enough to make want to moan.

Then he may just do the sexiest thing YN’s ever witnessed.

Still looking forward, one hand on the wheel, and the other on her - he moves further between her thighs until he’s cupping her mound through her thin underwear possessively, “This is mine, isn’t it? She wasn’t even treated right before me so those other pricks don’t even count.”

“Harry,” YN whines out, trying to adjust her hips to get some friction going against his palm but he’s not budging.

“Answer me,” Harry prompts as he gives her nothing to work with.

YN can’t even remember the question for a second, her mind fuzzy from arousal.

“It’s yours,” YN agrees breathlessly, hoping to get rewarded, “Only one to make me feel good.”

“That’s fuckin’ right,” Harry rumbles proudly, thumb moving to brush against her swollen clit before stilling again, “And you know what else, my heart?”

“Hm?” YN manages but her brain-to-mouth filter was malfunctioning as her core pulses for more.

“You’ve said in the past that you haven’t been any of my firsts but do you know how untrue that is? I’ve never had sex with someone I’ve been in love with before you. You know how I love to lay you out and make you come so many times you can barely keep your legs open? I’ve never even had the desire to do that before you. I care one hundred times more about getting you off than if I do.”

“Touch me,” YN groaned because she was throbbing by this point.

Harry sighs, shaking his head, “I’ve just poured my heart out of you. Confessed my love, confessed that you’re the first person I’ve really enjoyed sex with and I’ll I get back is a ‘touch me’?”

He mimics her whiny tone when he repeats what she says which makes her grit her teeth.

“I’m sorry,” YN provides without any real feeling behind it.

Harry laughs now, more of a fond shake of his head, “Darling, you didn’t even try to sound sincere. You spoiled lil’ thing.”

“Yeah because I want you to make me come. You’re all fucking talk at this point,” YN snaps at him because the sexual frustration was real and she’d gone through too much bullshit and excitement to be teased like this.

Harry glances over at her with heat behind his eyes, “I’m all talk, am I?”

It always worked to challenge him, Harry was easy in that way, always wanting to prove he was this tough alpha man who could give his girl what she needed at all times.

“Seems to be,” YN rolls her eyes which she knows gets on his nerves.

“We’ll see ‘bout that,” Harry replies but his voice had gone even deeper, if that was possible, and his accent was getting thicker with each syllable.

Harry’s moves quickly now, still impressively focused on the road as he roughly tugs her underwear to the side, his thumb finding her clit right away and pressing with enough pressure that she tries to twitch away from the blunt sensitivity before settling into it.

On top of that, his index and middle finger curl up inside to pet at her walls, and nudging at the sensitive spot makes her want to clench her legs together from the stimulation.

YN’s hand unconsciously moves to wrap around the wrist of the hand that’s working her over, just grabbing it but not trying to move it.

And embarrassingly, the thought that occurs to her is that in a few weeks that same hand that’s getting her off will have a beautiful gold band on it signifying that he’s all hers in every way is enough to make her come.

Harry removes his hand, having no shame is putting the same fingers into his mouth - something that had absolutely shocked her to see when they first started dating but now only serves to make her wetter.

“I always thought that married life would be boring, you know? S’why I gave up on looking for so long,” Harry tells her with that same teasing lift in his tone, “I thought it’d be the same ole’ same ole’ everyday until I keel over. Never imagined I woudl have the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in my passenger seat, letting me fuck her with my fingers on the way home. That’s some amazin’ married life, huh?”

YN knows there’s some truth behind his dirty talk but she has also heard him talk so many times about the real reason he’s so excited to make her his wife because of how much he loves her, how he could never imagine being with someone else, how he’d never want anyone else, how she’s the other only he’d ever want to be the mother of his children.

However, how fiery, passionate, and fierce their sex life was didn’t hurt either.

There were so many reasons why YN didn’t let insecurities get to her anymore because how could she?

Any thoughts of the events of that night faded once they got into the safe space of their home, where they didn’t even make it up stairs before Harry was whispering the softest, most loving things as she rode him on a random decorative chair in the foyer.

God, married life was going to be great.

[nevermind991]

everytime I see pictures of fetus Louis I remember what Louis said “a lot sweeter, this lad” and I cry

[cherry-flavoured7]

Tour Bus* - Harry Styles

When you’re alone and stranded outside with a dead phone after a Harry styles concert and he offers you a charger on his bus…and more ;)

pairings: Harry Styles (24) x Fem Reader (21)

content warning: Smut with enough plot to get it going, Dirty talk(praise/degradation), Dom Harry, Spitting, Rough sex, Choking, Restraining with hands, Spanking, Hair pulling, Fingering/fem receiving, Unprotected p in v sex (stay safe hoes!), squirting

word count: 6.5k

MDNI!!!! 18+

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The overwhelming feeling of bittersweet euphoria took over me as the last strum of the guitar filled the room before the lights turned on. It was over. The moment I've been waiting for my entire life, gone within a couple hours.

I couldn't tell if my tears were sad or happy. Mostly I just don't feel like I exist at this moment. I came here alone since there's nobody I like enough to enjoy this with. So you could imagine my disappointment when my phone died right before I got the chance to call an uber. I had waited for a while with some random girls after the concert ended in hopes of meeting the man of the hour but he never showed.

So, here I am, sitting alone on the curb with a dead phone, no charger, or protection of any kind on this cold late night. Hoping that I survive till tomorrow so that I can attempt to get a charger. Everywhere that's close to me is closed and I don't want to risk walking a long way when I have nobody to walk with me, and the fact that I'm downtown doesn't help. Maybe sitting here isn't doing me any good. I came here from a few towns over so I was not very aware of the area. All of a sudden I hear footsteps coming from behind me. I tense out of fear and pray whoever is there isn't here to bother me.

"Are you ok?" A voice that was so incredibly familiar spoke, a voice that caused goosebumps to cover my whole body. There's no way!

I slowly turned to his direction, bracing myself for whatever is about to happen. He's standing tall behind me in a black hoodie and sweats. Green eyes glowing under the blue streetlight a few feet away from me. They were filled with confusion, worry, maybe a slight hint of anxiety at the situation in front of him.

At this point in time words didn't exist in my brain. It was like every thought I've ever had evaporated and now i'm stuck with a dry ass brain that fucks me over in situations like this.

When he noticed my reaction, those once worried eyes turned to amusement, as he smiled and shook his head.

"I'm not gonna bite you." He reached his hand out for me to grab it, so I did. It was hot against mine besides the coolness of his metal rings colliding with my fingers.

Now that I was standing, we both realized how much taller he was. I noticed him eyeing my wristband before letting go. The wristband that symbolizes I’m legal to drink.

"Well, my phone died so I can't call an uber and I do not have a charger." I explained my problem to him as best as I could but it came out a little quiet, still in shock that this is happening in real time.

He furrowed his eyebrows in thought, then pulled out his phone from his pants pocket.

"I can order you one, what's the address?" He peaked at me over the screen. A soft look on his face while the glow from his phone lit it up.

He looked relaxed.

I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. Eyes widening when I realized I didn't have the address, or even the name of the hotel memorized. I rolled my lips into my mouth and looked away with embarrassment. I then heard a laugh and I guided my eyes back to him. He could tell I did not know.

"I'm not from here..." I let out anxiously, mindlessly fiddling with my wristband from the concert as he put his phone back into his pocket.

"Come on-" He nodded his head to the gates that lead to the parking area for him and his crew. "You can use my charger on the bus."

He turned and I followed without thinking. Harry Styles just invited me onto his tour bus.

What is air?

He opened the gate and moved over to let me past, his hand briefly went to my lower back to guide me before he moved it to close and lock the gate back up. If he did that on purpose he sure as hell knew how to act like he didn't. Meanwhile he had to break me out of my thoughts to get me to walk forward.

We walked for about a minute in comfortable silence till we reached his big tour bus with the darkest tinted windows you can have.

I took a deep breath as I waited for him to open the door. Before he did, he turned to me.

"There's nobody else on the bus, they all went out to some club I think. Are you comfortable with that?"

I smiled a little and nodded. "That's okay with me, ya. Thank you for making sure."

I can't imagine a world where I’d say I wasn't.

He smiled back before opening the door. He moved aside once again to let me walk in first, and again, there was his hand. I'm starting to think it's on purpose but I’m also paranoid and delusional so I’ll feel it out.

It smells very good in here. Is it from him? Did he shower? Suddenly my ovulating brain started picturing him in the shower. Wet hair, soapy water dripping down his tattoos...

"The chargers on the counter." Harry said quietly before walking away from me to lean against the folded out table that can be switched into a bed.

I swallowed and went to plug in my phone before leaning against the counter across from him. Finally making eye contact as he crossed his arms over his chest. Surely noticing the rising blush on my face, now that we’re in the light.

"What's your name?" He questioned.

The look he had in his eyes made me want to crawl under a bed and turn around to bend over the counter all at the same time. It was so intimidating and tense, but he made me feel safe. I replied softly as my body became hyperaware of this predicament one could only hope for.

The corner of his lip quirked up a bit. It was barely noticeable. “Well it’s nice to meet you, despite the circumstances.” He chuckled.

“It’s nice to meet you too! Although I feel like I need somebody to pinch me. This whole night has been a bit of a rollercoaster.” I let out a defeated laugh.

He chewed back a smirk. “I can assure you tonight’s been more than real, at least I hope so. I feel real. Performing felt real. This conversation…but I can pinch you if it'll help” He trailed off, my face feeling hot from his words.

I laughed it off nervously as a response seemed a bit challenging, trying not to show how much he’s affecting me.

My shirt started to roll up from the counter rubbing against the back of it, making me feel the need to fix it out of discomfort. He observed the whole thing, not even trying to hide it.

“Are you thirsty at all? I can get you some water."

I told him I was ok and he nodded, silently praying he didn’t say that because he knows what’s going on with me. It started to become quiet so I decided to start up a conversation. Knowing I’d regret it if I didn't. I mean when will I ever get this opportunity again? 

"You did amazing tonight. Definitely one of the best concerts I’ve been to by far." I chewed on the inside of my cheek, awaiting his response.

He smiled softly, genuinely, and stood up straight.

"I appreciate that-" My name left his mouth for the first time. "Really, thank you." He ran his right hand through his hair before putting both in his hoodie pockets.

Hearing it sent a shiver up my spine till it hit my neck like a sharp breeze, clashing with the fever I’m getting from the tone of his voice. Raw from the concert, low. It was one thing to listen to in interviews. Now that it's real i'm having a new found appreciation for anyone who's gotten through a single conversation with this man.

"You're welcome." I could tell every emotion I was feeling was evident with my tone of voice, and I’m sure the flush on my face wasn’t helping. I now have no doubts that he’d in fact, noticed. The way his jaw clenched then unclenched the more tense the air felt.

"How come you were out there all alone? Don't tell me some assholes left you to fend for yourself at 12am downtown?" His eyes narrowed slightly, as if trying not to get ahead of himself with rage.

I was quick to shake my head, wanting to prevent his mind from escalating. "I came alone. There isn't really anyone's company I’d enjoy enough to want to share my experience with. Couldn't miss out though."

I smiled sheepishly before looking down, not wanting him to think i'm a bad person who can't keep people around.

"I think it's important to be able to do things on your own and be comfortable with it. A lot of people can't. You do need some better friends though." He laughed after his words.

I looked back up and shrugged my shoulders, giving him a 'fair enough' look. "You know, you're not the first person to tell me that. I'm not exactly the best at doing what I’m told, especially with advice." I laughed.

"A troublemaker with zero survival instincts, bit of a dangerous combination, no?" A taunting look formed on his face, he was testing the waters.

The look in his eyes was locking me in place, It was so intense. I wanted to look away but I didn't. Couldn't.

"Dangerous for me? Or you?" I inquire back, tilting my head to the side slightly.

He looked down while chewing on his lip then drew his vision back to me over his lashes. "For me, definitely."

Well, that gave me a deep sting between my legs. He's so hot that I’m starting to malfunction. How is he an actual person? What do I even say?

He started to walk closer to me. His soft breathing slowly becomes the only thing I can hear.

Once he was about a foot away from me. I looked up at him and there was a smirk on his face. In the back of my mind I had thoughts as to what he was thinking but I can't just assume what I was thinking could happen, right?

"What's up Harry?" This was my bad, barely audible attempt at defusing the tension boiling inside me. I could feel the heat from his body and we weren't even touching.

"I don't know, you seem kinda of nervous. You've got goosebumps all over your arms." He made his point by grazing his fingertips gently along my arm with his right hand.

I swallowed the pathetic sound that almost left my mouth and decided to act dumb.

"It's...cold" I lied.

He gave me a fake concerned expression and grabbed both my arms to rub his hands up and down them. All it did was make me squeeze my thighs together and he immediately looked down at the action, clicking his tongue. Not stopping his movements on my arms, but stepping closer.

When he looked back at me, he clenched his jaw and used his foot to move my legs apart, too strong for me to bring my leg back to where I need it. My breath hitched at the sudden movement.

His hands moved to my waist as he pulled me flush against him, with my back slightly arched. My hands are holding the counter behind me to keep me stable.

"I think you're a really bad liar." He let out a humourless laugh. "You're cold?"

The humility of it all had me frozen with need as my ability to speak rapidly vanished. I can practically taste the proximity.

"How wet are you right now?" He whispered in my ear, then dragged his lips slowly against my jaw, up to my cheek, till he was hovering over my lips. I let out a shaky moan and felt my eyes water slightly from the tension I was feeling everywhere by now.

While keeping eye contact, I removed his right hand from my waist and pushed it under the waist band of my cotton mini skirt. Immediately he pressed his hand flat against me with a teasing pressure. The pads of his fingers touching the wettest part of me that has now seeped through my underwear.

He let out a deep sigh, pressing his forehead to mine as he slowly started to rub up and down. "How long have you been like this, huh? Fucking messy..." His words low and hot against my lips, eyes getting darker and darker.

"Harry..." I whined. How am I supposed to talk when he's looking at me like this?

He stopped the motion with his hands and slid his pointer finger under my covered crotch, snapping the band back against me. Hitting my clit in the process, a gasp left my mouth. He then cupped my pussy in his hand. I moved to grind into him but his hold on my waist kept me from doing so.

"I asked you a question, sweetheart. You gonna be a brat about it or do you want me to make you cum tonight?" He raised his brow, expecting my answer.

I bit my lip as my eyes got heavy and low, nobody has ever spoken to me like this before. I didn't know it was possible to feel this desperate. Which is why I built up the courage to respond somewhat coherently.

"Since I first came in here. It smelt like someone took a shower, and I started to p-picture" He continued his teasing movements against me and grinned lightly

"Picture? Picture what?" His response was immediate and hushed. Clearly working himself up as well.

"Uh..You, in the shower, naked..." I felt hot from my confession but it only fueled Harry. 

His hand that was holding my waist moved up to my throat, not tight enough to choke me, but enough that he could keep me where he wanted me.

I took this as a sign to fill what little gap we had between our lips but just as I leaned in enough to touch him he pulled back teasingly, needing the control.

After what felt like a decade, he finally kissed me. If it was soft it lasted for a second because neither of us could hold back anymore. It became hungry, needy, hot, and just what I needed. It didn't take long for his tongue to enter my mouth, like he'd die if he didn't have or feel every part of me.

I pulled back slightly and bit his lip. He moaned and moved his mouth over my jaw, then down my neck, leaving hot opened mouthed kisses along my pulse point. "Dirty fucking girl." He mumbled with grit into my skin. My eyes close uncontrollably, as soft moans start to leave my mouth.

I felt my entire body freeze as his hand moved up to slide underneath the only barrier between my skin and him. He groaned, feeling me bare, soaked and hot.

My hand moved to grab his wrist, squeezing it tight while rolling my hips against his fingers that were now spreading me apart to feel all he could. Hoping he'd feel how much I'm clenching around nothing and give me what I want.

My hopes and dreams were crushed when I heard him chuckle against my collarbone. I sighed. He's not even close to giving in.

"What? Need something?" He straightened back up and gave me a mocking look. Lightly tapping two fingers against my entrance, while simultaneously tightening his grip on my throat.

I bit my lip. “You know what I want.” My breath is uneven.

He tilted his head, sliding the tips of his fingers in slowly before going back to that teasing tapping. I let out a pained whine at his actions

“i’m not a mind reader.” His hand that was around my throat moved down to cup my breast in his hand, pinching my nipple over my top. My body jittered at the action due to the sensitivity from my chest.

I gave him a frustrated glare which only deepened his smirk, and grew his ego. "Please...I need it-you... your fingers, anything…please." I could explode right now.

“You have my fingers baby, you're gonna have to be more specific." He pushed the heel of his hand against my clit, moving in slow circles with a pressure that had me gasping for air.

"Fuck..." I swallowed. "Fuck me, please...it hurts. I need it so bad Harry..." I couldn't control the movement from my hips if I wanted to, I feel like I’m going to pass out without him.

In a sudden motion, Harry pulled down my skirt over my white boots, underwear along with it. "Keep these on." He muttered in reference to my boots. He then spun me around, pressing down on my lower back to bend me over the counter.

Before I had a chance to react to the new position, he slid two of his fingers inside of me knuckle deep, beginning a steady, yet hard, rhythm that had me moaning in relief.

“So fucking greedy…” He spanked me sharply, causing a whimper to escape my lips.“What-couldn’t wait? Are you that desperate for me?"

He continued, his tone like a threat but each word made me need him more. "Just dripping down your pretty thighs before I fucking touched you..."

He picked up his pace on my fingers and oh my god it felt so good, but I needed more.

“Yes…I am. Harry, please. I need you so bad, I still feel so empty I can’t-” He started to slowly trailed soft kisses from my neck, down to my lower spine. “Fuck me, I need your cock so bad. I’ll be good, I promise I can take it.”

He groaned and hung his head down, chin touching his chest. I whined as he removed his fingers from inside of me, feeling worse than before he started. I couldn’t complain for long because he pulled me back up and spun us around so he could lay me down flat on the table he was leaning on not too long ago.

I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and he began to run his hands up and down my thighs, shamelessly squeezing every time he went up. His whispered words were dirty, harsh...

“God, what a fucking slut, promising me you can take my cock. Need it that bad? Gonna say whatever you have to so that I’ll give it to you, yeah?”

He started to move his hands slowly up my body till they stopped to hold onto my ribs. He gripped the hem of my shirt like he hated that I was still wearing it, and roughly pushed it up over my chest, leaving it on my body. Now completely naked in front of him, as I had no bra underneath. Harry spit on my chest and used both of his thumbs to spread it to each nipple, beginning to rub them in slow circles.

“I can’t help it…I’ve thought about this more times than I could count"

He smirked and moved his hands to remove his hoodie, his shirt coming off at the same time. My mouth opened and closed as I finally had the chance to look at his heavenly, tattoo covered chest in person.

“Yeah? You gonna let me fuck you how I want? Think you can handle that?” He went to slowly untie his sweatpants, then pulled them down, leaving him in just his black briefs.

“Har- fuck…it hurts. I don’t care what you want to do to me. Just do it. Please, anything. I won’t complain.”

He grunts and shoves his briefs down faster than I could process it. I felt his hot hands grip me underneath my thighs, pushing them against my chest.

When I felt his cock begin to slide up and down me I trembled. Making it impossible to keep my hips still or my eyes open. Until Harry momentarily brought his hand up to pat it against my cheek a couple times, before squeezing my face, puckering my lips. When I opened them again he looked at me with frustration.

“Don’t do that again, got it?” He raised his brow at me with a warning glare.

It didn’t last long because he gave me a cocky smile when he felt my thighs try to close and looked down towards where we were about to connect.

“Fuck we need a condom, hold on.” He ranted out in annoyance for having to leave me here, placing a kiss on both my thighs, before letting go. When he went to turn around I grabbed his wrist to stop him from moving.

“Wait-” I whimpered, any ounce of patience slipping away from me. He furrowed his eyebrows. “I’m on birth control and I’m clean I promise. I’m really picky with who I do this with.”

He chuckled. “You really can’t wait huh? What makes me so special?” He gripped my thighs again but tighter. His cock resting heavily on my wet folds, repeatedly brushing his tip against my clit. I bit my lip at the feeling.

“I wanna see my cum on your cock…” I started, looking into his eyes while I bit my lip. My stomach tightened at the way he grunted and lowered his eyes between us, licking his lip like he was picturing it.

“Besides…you’re Harry fucking Styles…”

His eyes flicked back to mine and he leaned over me, I could tell he really, really, liked that. Harry’s face was merely inches from mine now, making sure I hear every syllable of what he has to say.

“Tell me, how many years have you been waiting for Harry fucking styles–” His tone intense, filled with want. “To stretch out this tight little pussy so deep, and fuck it till you can’t think?” Harry practically grunted out.

He moved the tip of his cock towards my entrance, applying slight pressure, not even to be inside, just enough to exaggerate his question.

My eyes felt so heavy and speaking was so frustrating, he’s such a tease. The table is soaked at this point and I can feel it under my body. “eight…” I whispered.

He smirked and moved to peck my lips, then stood up straight. “You must be feeling pretty frustrated right now then, huh?” He chuckled when I squinted my eyes at him.

I cut it off when I straightened my legs behind my head, moving my hands to my leather covered ankles.

“Fuck.” He muttered sharply while looking at my position up and down in a slow, dark way that had me squirming.

Harry grabbed my hands and moved them down to underneath my thighs so that he could have room to place his where he wanted. They gripped the back of my neck while his arms were wrapped around my calf’s to keep me in place. He placed both his thumbs onto my bottom lip, keeping them there to drag my mouth open.

“I’m not missing a fucking sound out of this pretty mouth, you got that?”

I nodded frantically. “You won’t.”

Then I felt it–the pressure of him stretching into me.

A gasp escaped my lips as he began to move slowly with just a little past his tip to ease me into it. Filling me in and out, inch by inch, at a pace that was maddening, but definitely necessary with his size.

Harry stared down at me with heavy eyes and a clenched jaw. Holding back for me, but clearly enjoying the look on my face. My eyes open enough to stay on him - per his instructions, and my mouth parted in his fingers. Soft gasps left my mouth while I adjusted to him.

“You doing okay? Still feeling empty?” He spoke out above my lips with a subtle smirk.

“I-” A throaty moan cutting me off when he slid fully inside of me. He tilted his head mockingly as he stilled his movements.

“You…? You what? I can’t understand you baby.” An antagonizing whisper left his mouth at the same time his hips began a circular motion against me. Shivers fell down my spine, making my walls clench around him. A low moan escaping him at the action.

“I’m okay…you’re so-i’m so..full.” I managed to mutter out quietly.

I let out a high airy moan when he pulled out and slammed into me

“Yeah you fucking are, and you look beautiful too…taking it like a good girl.” He rested his forehead against mine as he picked up his pace, my moans now completely in his control.

He connected his lips to mine in a breathy, open mouthed, makeout. Harry started to let out low, whimpering, moans into my mouth. The whole thing was so hot and sweaty, causing my head to spin with pleasure. I’ve never felt like this in my life. My lips stilled against his as quick, sharp, gasps left mine. We just started but with my body being so overwhelmed, I’m already close. My stomach tightened when he chuckled with a menacing tone.

“Aw come on, kiss me-” He spoke against my open mouth, mine not capable of making an effort to do what he’s asking. “What, you can’t even kiss me back? It feels that good?” Suddenly, he pulled out, starting that agonizing tapping once more.

“Harry…” I whined. He stood up straight causing my legs to fall straight around his waist, and grabbed my throat to pull me up so we'd meet chest to chest. Now looking down at me with piercingly dark eyes.

In return, my hands reached up to grip his wrist that's now restricting my breathing.

“You wanna cum? See it all over me? Stop complaining and kiss me when I fucking tell you too.” I gasped out a moan when he re-entered me. His hand tightened on my throat and his eyes acted as if we were in a high stakes staring contest.

“Like right now.” He grunted out roughly.

I leaned up immediately, desperate to reconnect our lips after his words. What I wasn’t expecting was the slow and passionate intimacy that formed from the kiss, combining well with his slow, rough, thrusts.

I could barely comprehend the butterflies in my stomach, but they were there.

Harry’s right hand moved down so he could apply pressure to my clit with his thumb in tight circles, hand pushing into my abdomen.

My body reacted quicker than my brain could process. My moans falling into his mouth as my orgasm hit me hard, thighs squeezing tight around Harry's hips when they began to shake.

"Mhm, cream all over it like a dirty slut." I felt his raspy words against my mouth and in between my legs.

He quickened his pace to get me through it then stopped inside me completely. When I was somewhat back to life, he moved both of his hands to the back of my head to take rough fistfuls of my hair. I felt him guide me to look down and he slowly started to pull out, he moaned when he saw it.

"This what you wanted, sweetheart? I gotta say, I'm glad you convinced me because fuck...you're so hot like this. My cock is soaked."

I watched him completely exit my body and he was right. The light shined directly onto the glistening white that's now dripping onto the floor. Although I barely had time to process it, due to him grabbing my thighs and hoisting me around his waist to carry me towards the back of the bus.

I felt the soft cotton fabric of a sheet touch my back when he put me down on the edge of a couch. "Scoot up." He demanded sternly. We were on the end of the sectional in the corner of the room, two pillows where the furniture bends sharply, which I now rested my head on. Clearly someone sleeps here, or was.

Now slightly hidden which gives us a second to cover up if his band happened to come back, that eased me up a lot. It doesn't hurt to have a break from that plastic table top either, quite the opposite actually.

His hand slid to the back of my neck to lift my head up to take one of the pillows from behind me, before gently laying me back down. I gasped when he lifted my legs in the air and wrapped his forearm around my thighs to keep them together. The pillow placed underneath me quickly after. He adjusted my legs so that they were wrapped around his waist tightly, with my ass rested on his bent knees. This angle my body’s at is going to kill me.

Then I felt my arms swing over my head as he pinned my wrists down with his left hand, placing his right hand on my cheek, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip. I parted my mouth and he slid his thumb into it. He eyed me down intensely as I sucked on it. He took in a sharp inhale then removed it to hold on my head.

While hovering over me, he leaned into my forehead and planted a soft kiss. Before pulling away, he thrusted back into me hard and fast, it's now audibly clear how wet I am. His kisses started their trail down my face, and his free hand down my body.

"Fuck!" I moaned loudly at the sudden intrusion, and the feeling of him now pinching my nipples. My nails digging into his hand that's keeping me restrained.

"What, tell me?" He muttered into the skin on my jaw then lifted his head back up to see me.

"You're so deep-" I whimpered out obediently. He moved his hand from my chest to grip my waist so he could go even faster.

"I know...you're doing so good...you feel fucking amazing pretty girl.” His tone was laced with amusement and pleasure.

He suddenly sat up straighter and removed his grip on my wrists. Now adjusting my legs from around his thighs to straight against his chest, hugging my thighs tightly. I was still angled on his lap. My hands are now gripping the couch next to my hips.

“Oh my-fuck..I-” I moaned out incoherently as he started to hit my g-spot with every thrust. My eyes crossed as I lost focus on everything besides the foreign feeling growing inside me. It was intense.

Harry’s arms tightened around my thighs. I could feel his dark eyes locked on me without having to see.

“Yeah? Right there baby?” His voice strained with pleasure. All I could do was nodded quickly as my body started to shake. I’m so close it hurts.

“Words.” He grunted angrily as he slowed his pace. My eyes went wide and focused on his action. I need him to go back to what he was doing.

“Yes-right there, I’m g-gonna cum…please-can I?”

His pace quickened as he removed one of his arms so he could rub my clit with his thumb. He looks so good. Jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowed, with a dominating stare.

“Give it to me then, right now. Cum.” The sound of his voice saying that to me pushed me over the edge. My body needs to listen to him.

My vision blurred while continuous sharp gasps left my lips. The hot tightness in my stomach released with intense waves of euphoria I’ve never felt before. My legs spasmed against him as he worked to keep me steady. I swear I blacked out for a minute. The second my eyes opened. I saw Harry, staring in awe. He’s pulled out, still hard, and stroking my thighs that are now loose around his hips. As I focused a bit more, I noticed the droplets all over his abdomen, chest, my thighs, and stomach.

"Hey, still with me?" He smiled softly, moving his hands to get my hair out of my face.

“What…” I whispered out weakly.

He hovered over me and kissed me gently. “You squirted, like, a lot. It was so fucking hot...You alright sweetheart?”

Wow. I’ve never done that before. Harry Styles made me squirt for the first time. I should get that on a shirt.

“I'm really good...you’re the first person to make me do that.” I stated blissfully.

He lifted his brows with a look of pride and I rolled my eyes. His playful expression disappeared quite quickly after that. Oops. Harry stood up and flipped me onto my stomach so I was flat, then climbed over me with both thighs on the outside of mine. He slid back in fully, then leaned down to rest on my back. He wrapped his left forearm around my neck and pushed against it to slightly restrict my air in a headlock, his other hand gripped my waist.

I started to let out a series of breathy months that sounded like soft hiccups as he fucked me slow and deep, making me feel every inch. His head rested against mine as he pressed his lips to my ear.

“You know, every-time I think you’re being good, and I can reward you...You go and do some bratty shit like that. Rolling your fucking eyes at me…” He moved his right hand to grab mine and place it under me to press into my stomach, still covering my hand with his.

A guttural whimper escaped me because of it. I could feel him inside of me. The realness of it made me shiver.

“You feel it?” He whispered and moved his other arm to push down on my lower back, adding more pressure to my stomach. He kept his movements slow, but hard.

"Yes...so hot..." I muttered.

He hummed from behind me, lifting his hand from my back to land on my ass in a harsh slap. "Fucking slut-" He moved his hands to grab my hips as he began a brutal rhythm that had me letting out sharp screaming moans of pleasure. It hurts so good. "It’s hot, huh? Then keep your hand there while I cum inside your needy pussy."

I didn't dare move my hand as he fucked me hard into the couch cushions, I'm definitely on my way to a third orgasm.

"You're close I can feel it. You love it when I fuck you like this don't you?" Harry spanked me again then lifted his left hand to pull my hair, making my head tilt up towards the ceiling. He leaned forward so he could look at me as he awaited my answer.

Even upside down he's intimidating. "Yes, I love it so much...I’m so close..."

His right hand moved around to the front of my neck as he moved down to hover his face over mine. He tightened his grip on my hair and my neck.

"You love what?" His voice was so low and demanding, making me swallow as tears formed in my eyes.

"I love it...when you f-fuck me like this." I whined out and he chuckled against my forehead. When my breathing picked up and my hips started squirming, he furrowed his brows as his jaw went slack.

"I'm gonna fucking cum...shit...cum with me." He muttered.

I shivered, uselessly grabbing the sheet with one hand, the other still pressed to my stomach. "Harry, fuck i'm-"

He quickly pressed his lips to mine in a needy, yet passionate, kiss. "I want it again, let me have it." He moaned into my mouth.

That was all it took, I started clenching uncontrollably. My body's way of getting me through it.

"Fuck.." Harry whined. Euphoria took over me as my whole body spasmed under him. I felt him twitch against my hand, through my stomach. It was all so overwhelming in the best possible way. He panted against my forehead, then kissed it softly.

“Good girl.” I sighed at his gentle words.

Harry stayed still inside of me, letting go of his hold on me to gently lay me flat on the pillow. I winced as he pulled out slowly. He kissed the back of my head.

"Don't move."

I couldn’t tell you how long he was out of the room for, too out of it to process him fully being gone. I heard him come back and I lightly turned my head over my shoulder as it rested on my folded arms under me.

He appeared in a pair of boxers with a damp cloth and a bottle of water, showcasing his classic cheeky grin.

“How are you feeling?” He questioned as he passed me the water. I unscrewed the cap and took a sip as he got back behind me.

I hummed quietly. “I’m good, exhausted…but very satisfied.”

I gasped lightly as he began cleaning me up with the cloth as carefully as he could while simultaneously caressing my back up and down.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He patted my ass playfully.

I giggled breathlessly and turned over onto my back to face him. He ran his hands up the tops of my thighs, over my stomach, ribs, chest, till he could grab my shirt and pull it back down.

"I'd take you to the shower so we could wash up, but its a bit fucked right now. No hot water, way too much pressure." He chuckled as he placed his hands on my back and gently lifted me up to stand.

I noticed he also brought my skirt and underwear with him. "Well, if you want, you could come back to my hotel and we could clean up a little...I'm sure my phones ready by now." He grinned down at me as I nervously bit my finger. Too much?

"No pressure though obviously." I added, trying to keep my cool, starting to get dressed simultaneously. Harry placed his hands on my shoulders to soothe me and I smiled back at him.

"That sounds fucking amazing actually. Let me get some stuff together, you go get that address for me, yeah?" He squeezed my shoulders.

I nodded. "Will do."

He moved his left hand to grab my jaw and leaned down to kiss me. His other hand moved to massage my back a little. This felt weirdly intimate. Not bad weird. Weird because why is Harry Styles with me, doing this, making me feel like this, out of all people. All I know is I’m never going to see him again after tonight.

At least that's what I thought.

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Summary: One direction decided to play a game in the club the next evening after the show. Louis mixed vlagra in one of the shots. Harry take a 'poisoned' shot. Upon returning to the hotel where you were, he felt a strong need

Word count: 2,5k

2015 Harry x reader

CW: smut, explicit sexual content, oral sex, soft dom, use of vlagra, needy man

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"Okay, lads, I crushed a Viagra tablet into powder and asked the bartender to put it in one of the shots," Louis's voice sounded far too cheerful and bright.

He places a wooden tray full of colourful shots on their glass table, already overflowing with various drinks and empty beer cans. The group was in some trendy nightclub in the city centre. Modern music pierced their ears with loud bass, making their heads throb with pain even before the first drink. The sharp smell of sweat prevented Harry from forgetting where he was, and the dancing crowd below pressed against each other's bodies. The lads were upstairs in the VIP booth, where it was less noisy, and the neon lighting wasn't as blinding.

They had played a show yesterday, and today, on their last day in this city, decided to relax a bit. Yesterday was wonderful. The arena was full of people who had come there for One Direction. Crowds shouted their names, sang along to the songs, and during particularly emotional moments, the arena was flooded with fans' tears.

Being part of this madness was a big pleasure and an even greater honour for Harry and his bandmates. They had all once been ordinary lads, and now they were conquering thousands of hearts and cities. Harry was happy to have the chance to travel the world, bringing joy and emotions to the people who had supported him and the band for five years. But even more, he loved showing you, his girlfriend, these wonderful places.

You should have been here together tonight. Should have been among those grinding against each other down there, pretending it was something like dancing, and then Harry would have dragged you to the restroom for hot kisses and tender touches, hidden from everyone.

Except you got a headache right before heading out and decided to stay at the hotel, to bury yourself in warm blankets and rest from the hustle and noise. You had diligently persuaded your boyfriend to go anyway, to relax and have drinks with his friends, even though he wanted to stay with you much more.

And so he was here.

Alone with the lads and their idiotic game.

"Seriously? We're playing with Viagra like teenagers?" Harry's voice is rough, with a note of disgust.

He adjusts his long, slightly damp hair, sweeping it back with one hand. His thoughts are obvious. He's thinking about how to get this circus over and get back to the hotel as soon as possible. His heart wasn't here. He didn't want to leave you alone with a headache. Harry didn't feel like having fun when you were unwell. The lads around him are buzzing. This idea clearly amuses them.

"Come on, Harold, scared?" Louis smirks.

He leans back into the worn club sofa, pulling out a small joint from an expensive leather wallet. Louis picks up a black lighter from the table, lights the tip of the weed, and takes a deep drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs.

"Don't want to play this. I'd prefer to get back to the hotel as soon as possible," Harry rolls his eyes but still reaches out to take a shot from the tray.

His choice settled on the one closest to him. It looked fairly innocuous to Harry. The pink liquid inspired trust in him.

The others joined in, and soon each of them was sitting with a shot in hand. Liam gave a simple speech, congratulating his mates on another successful show. Joyful shouts ring out around the table as the lads raise their drinks and down them almost simultaneously. The sweet strawberry liquid burns Harry's throat, but he doesn't wince, already accustomed to strong alcohol.

A notification comes through on his phone. Harry wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and reaches into his pocket, fishing out his phone. The screen lights up, and a message from you appears in the centre.

"Going to sleep, have a good night <3"

Harry frowns slightly, feeling uncomfortable that you have to go to sleep without him. His thoughts return to you again, and he scowls. He doesn't want to sit here anymore.

"Wait for me. Be there soon, kitty."

Harry sends you the message, then puts his phone back in his pocket and turns to his friends. They're having fun, that's obvious.

"Heading back to the hotel, my girl isn't feeling well," Harry's voice is slightly hoarse.

He gets up from the sofa, wiping his hands on his own jeans. He doesn't justify himself or ask for permission; he just informs his friends. Harry receives three approving nods, then picks up his wallet from the table and heads for the stairs leading down.

He was glad to finally be leaving. The nightclub atmosphere was stifling, and the loud techno music was making him dizzy.

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"Hey, you're early today," you prop your head up with your hand, giving him a weak smile.

Harry places the key card on the small table by the door, then walks to the bed with a smile. He takes off his shoes, climbing onto the bed where you're already moving aside, making room for your boyfriend. He lifts the edge of the blanket, throwing a long arm over the pillows so you can nestle against him.

"Hurried back to you," he whispers softly, leaving a kiss on the top of your head as you settle into his arms.

Harry's palm rests on your thigh, stroking your pyjamas shorts. With a soft smile, you close your eyes, giving in to your boyfriend's caresses.

The room is cool from the open window and smells of your floral perfume. The muted light from the floor lamp isn't harsh, adding coziness to the impersonal hotel room. It's nice being together in the quiet that this room provides.

Harry had almost forgotten about the little Viagra game Louis had orchestrated.However, he quickly remembered when his body temperature slowly began to rise. Harry felt a flush in his cheeks and a light sweat on his forehead. The warmth of your body wasn't helping much either.

"Kitty? Wait a second, I want to take my clothes off," Harry whispered softly, leaving a kiss on your temple.

You whimpered quietly, almost slipping into a deep sleep, but your boyfriend interrupted you as he started to get up from your shared bed. You opened your eyes a little and sat up. Harry reached his hands behind his back, grabbed the collar of his colourful shirt, and pulled it over his head, shedding it from his body.

You were mesmerized by his back muscles, tensing with the slightest movement of his arms. You crawled closer to your boyfriend, pressing your body against his hot back. Your head rested on his shoulder, and your hands slid down to his strong, tattooed chest. Nothing unusual, just a simple embrace. But it ignited a fire inside Harry.

The touch of your hands reminded him of utterly forbidden territory, of something more intimate and tense. And your small body pressing against him from behind only made things worse. Images of completely different circumstances surfaced in his mind, images of your naked, sweaty body pressed against his chest.

Heat began to spread throughout his entire body, making his breath quicken. The room suddenly felt even hotter to him. Harry felt the blood rush lower, making him shift nervously on the edge of the king-sized bed.

"Harry?" Of course, you sensed his agitation.

"I'm okay. It's just..." Harry exhaled softly.

His skinny jeans suddenly felt too tight, causing much more discomfort than usual. He tried to subtly adjust himself through the fabric, but only made it worse. Harry squeezed his eyes shut, trying to banish all the indecent thoughts from his head.

"Damn it, kitty..." he gritted his teeth.

You pulled away from him and sat beside him, placing a hand on his thigh in a soothing gesture. But it had a completely different effect on Harry. He hissed, covering your small hand with his own and squeezing it.

His thoughts now circled back to that pink shot he had swallowed about thirty minutes ago. Apparently, a miracle hadn't happened, and the 'poisoned cocktail' was the one he chose. Harry cursed under his breath. Your touches always aroused him, but the Viagra had taken everything to a completely different level.

"Baby, I think I need your help," Harry exhaled, running a hand through his messy hair.

His hand firmly gripped yours, moving it slightly higher and a bit closer to the growing problem in his black jeans.

A sly, understanding smile bloomed on your lips. Sleepiness and fatigue abruptly retreated, replaced by a playful mood. It seemed even the pain in your head had vanished.

"Yeah? And what can I do for you, love?" Your voice dropped to a more playful tone.

"Kiss me. Then kneel," Harry's voice grew husky.

You can't suppress a smile as you squeeze his thigh and lean in for a kiss. His free hand finds your cheek, pulling you to him much faster. Your lips meet rather roughly, casting aside any hint of tenderness or affection. His fingers tighten around your hand.

The air, as if striving to match the temperature of your bodies, heats up. The atmosphere takes on shades of tension, aligning with the electric charge between you and Harry.

He groans when your teeth bite his lower lip, pulling it down slightly. The palm that was on your cheek slides down, gently squeezing your neck. He isn't trying to hurt you, but clearly shows who is in control, even if he's ready to beg for your touch.

"Baby..." Harry pulls back. His voice is hoarse as he whispers against your lips. "...Baby, on your knees. Need you down there."

A shiver runs through your body as his words reach your ears. You don't break eye contact, looking straight into his green eyes, and lower yourself onto your knees before him.

Harry spreads his legs wider so you can settle comfortably between them. Your hands drop to his lap, palms stroking the rough denim.

Harry pushes his hair back, watching you with unveiled desire. His chest rises and falls heavily with deep breaths. The bulge in his jeans isn't subsiding, emphasizing his intense need.

With nimble movements of your hands, you unbuckle his belt, trying to move as quickly as possible to not torture your boyfriend with waiting. Your hands tremble slightly from your own desire, which had been slowly growing in your chest.

Harry noticed. He gently covered your small hands with his and moved them aside. His massive rings clinked against the hardware of his jeans as he unfastened the button and pulled down the zipper. Harry lifted himself off the bed and, with some effort, pushed down his black skinny jeans with blue boxers.

His hard cock sprang free from the fabric, already ready and craving your attention. Harry sat back on the bed, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. The sight of you on your knees right in front of him made his mouth water.

He reached a hand toward you, tangling his fingers in your soft curls. He didn't pull; just held on as heat spread through his stomach, making his legs tremble with need.

You crawl a little closer, your hands settling softly on his thighs again. You lean in, placing a playful kiss on his tip, making his hips jerk forward and teeth clench.

"Don't play with me, kitty," Harry hisses through clenched teeth.

His grip on your hair tightens, and he pulls your head closer to his aching length. Harry isn't in the mood for games and teasing.

"Open that pretty mouth, baby."

You look up at him from under your lashes and obediently follow the order, opening your mouth for him.

"That's a good little girl," Harry smiles with satisfaction. "Now, finally, take it in your mouth."

He pulls you forward by your hair. You wrap your hand around his cock, feeling the familiar weight and warmth of his body. You move your hand from the base up to his tip.

A few lazy strokes just to make Harry throw his head back and clench his jaw in tension.

"I'll spank that little ass of yours if you don't stop teasing me, little girl," his voice sounded more and more like an animalistic growl with each passing minute.

"You won't," your voice sounded too confident.

"Try me," Harry smirked.

He pulled you toward him again. You didn't feel pain; he did everything gently and carefully enough. But there was strength in his hands that always made you submit. You wrapped your lips around his tip, caressing the flesh with your tongue.

The heat of your mouth enveloped his cock, drawing a quiet moan out of him. His hand in your hair tensed as he began to guide you deeper, maneuvering your mouth up and down. Your palms gripped his thighs, seeking support as you took him as deep as he wanted.

"God damn, so obedient," Harry closed his eyes with a soft moan.

His other hand also moved to your hair, gathering it into a ponytail. He wanted to see your face, see the glisten of tears in the corners of your eyes. You were so beautiful it took his breath away.

Your face contorted into a grimace when his hips jerked up and the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. You gagged, and his hand in your hair only clenched tighter. He held you there, not letting go for a few seconds. He squeezed his eyes shut and exhaled heavily as he loosened his grip on your hair.

You released his cock from your mouth with a loud, wet sound. A thin string of saliva stretched from his swollen tip to your lips. Your cheeks were flushed.

Your eyes glittered with desire. You sighed heavily, trying to catch your breath before continuing.

"Where do you think you're going? I want to come in that gorgeous little mouth, darlin’," his voice dropped to a whisper.

Harry lifted your chin with his fingers, leaning down to capture your swollen lips with his. The kiss was sloppy, as if he were trying to taste himself on your lips.

The room filled with characteristic sounds, further stoking the fire between you. Your hands reached for his long hair and neck, clinging to him like a lifeline. Harry lowered his hands to your waist, squeezing your body. He bit your lower lip, lifting you from the floor and placing you on his lap. Harry's palms rested on the small of your back, pulling you closer to him.

"I'm going to love you all night, kitty..." he whispered softly against your lips between kisses.

And you dissolved in his arms, letting him lead you through pleasure and caresses all night long. The hotel room filled with your moans and soft promises whispered under the stars. His embraces were soft, and his kisses caressed every point he could reach.

You both fell asleep close to dawn, completely spent but immensely happy.

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Cowgirl

[READ PART ONE HERE! Scene Stealers blurb]

Summery: You and Harry are in university and are amateur (yet, famous) porn stars. Your friend invites you to a costume party, but you both can’t wait to get back to your dorm.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: literally just smut, frat Harry, mention of alcohol consumption, fem!reader, this is from your POV so the girl in the photos doesn’t have to look like you !! just a reference for your outfit :), still set in a US university, though Harry is British.

An intense scent wave of alcohol hit you and Harry as you entered the house party. You made your way through the hands holding Red Solo Cups before finding your way to their drinks. Your friends were throwing a costume party, and though he was reluctant to dress up, Harry wore a dark burgundy plaid shirt to match your cowgirl dress.

“Are you drinking a lot tonight?” Harry asked you, as you looked at your collection.

“No, I think I’ll only have a little something. Are you?”

“I think I’ll only have a little too…I was hoping to get a little lucky tonight.” He wrapped an arm around your lower waist, cheekily pulling you into him and giving you a kiss on your neck.

“Oh, were you?” You laughed as his lips casually travelled around your neck.

“Of course, only if you were feeling the same way.”

“We’ll see, cowboy.”

Harry did not attempt to hide his eagerness throughout the night. When you were standing, his hands were on your hips or your ass, when you sat in his lap, his hands were up your dress, resting on your upper thigh. As the night continued and as his hands remained all over you, you felt yourself starting to feel the same. Riled Up. Hot and Bothered. Horny.

“Maybe we get out of here early?” You whispered in Harry’s ear, causing his body to perk up. He hastfully nodded his head and led you to the door.

Your pace only quickened as you raced up the stairs of your dorm room building, hand in hand. As you fumbled with your keys to unlock your door, Harry kissed every square inch of your neck.

“Laila’s not going to be here right?” He asked in between kisses, referring to your roommate.

“She’s still at the party…but we don’t have all the time in the world.” You replied as you opened the door, making sure to lock it behind you.

His lips were immediately on your as the lock on the door clicked.

He turned you around, pushing you onto the bed with a gentle force that made you gasp. The red dress you wore clung to your skin as he yanked it up, exposing you to the coolness of the room. His hands traced the curve of your waist, his thumbs hooking into the lacy thong that barely covered your dripping pussy. He pulled it down your legs, tossing it aside.

He dropped to his stomach on the bed as his eyes took in the sight before him, your legs shaking with anticipation. Harry leaned in, his breath hot against your skin as he kissed the inside of your thigh. You whimpered, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through your core. His tongue flicked out, tasting your sweetness as he moved closer to the center of your need. He took his time, teasing the sensitive skin around your pussy, making you beg for more.

As his tongue touched your clit, you gripped his shoulders, stopping him. "Wait," You panted. "You wanna grab the grab the camera"

A cheeky smile spread across Harry's face as he pulled back. "My little slutty girl," he murmured "Always thinking about the fans, huh?”

You bit your lip, unable to resist the urge to watch him as he stood up and grabbed the o camera from your bedside table. You knew it would take a few minutes to set up the tripod and get the perfect angle, but Harry looked too good to not capture him. The bulge in his black jeans was impossible to ignore, straining against the fabric as he moved around the room. You could see his excitement growing with every step, and the anticipation was making your stomach churn.

Finally, the camera was ready, the red light blinking at you from the corner of the room. Harry crawled back onto the bed, his eyes never leaving yours as he positioned himself between your legs. He leaned in, his tongue tracing the outline of your pussy before delving in like he was starving. You felt like you could melt into the mattress as he ate you, his mouth and tongue working in harmony to bring you to the brink of ecstasy. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as you rocked your hips to meet his eager mouth.

He stopped, his eyes meeting yours with a knowing smirk. "You're going to have to be quiet, baby," he whispered, his voice thick. "We are still in your dorm room, remember?"

You nodded, a mix of excitement and embarrassment flushing your cheeks. Harry leaned in and kissed you deeply. He pulled away and whispered, "But I know how much you like it when they can hear you."

You pushed him off of you and sat up. Harry's eyes stayed in you with surprise and intrigue as he took in your newfound assertiveness. You slid off the bed, the white cowgirl boots making a satisfying sound as they hit the floor. Though they gave you a little confidence you slid them off and threw them aside. You strutted over to the camera, your hips swaying with each step, and turned it on. Your red dress clung to your body, your nipples hard and visible through the fabric as you faced Harry with a sultry look.

"Why don't you hold this for a while?" You handed him the camera. You watched him, his eyes hungrily taking in the sight of you, the lust in them making you even wetter. Harry took the camera, his grip tight as he looked at you through the viewfinder. "You want to show them how good of a little slut I can be for you?" You whispered, your voice low and seductive.

With a smile and a nod from Harry, you straddled him, your knees pushing into the bed on either side of his hips. Your red dress hiked up around your waist, giving him a perfect view of your bare pussy as you reached down to unbutton his jeans. You slid your hands into his boxers, gripping his cock firmly. It was already hard, the heat of it pulsing against your palm.

He groaned as you began to stroke him, your movements slow and deliberate. His eyes never left yours, the camera forgotten in his hand as he took in the sight of you, dressed but still open and exposed to him. You leaned forward, your breasts pressing against his thigh, your ass up in the air, and took his cock into your mouth.

You could feel him swell in your mouth as you worked him, your tongue swirling around his tip as you sucked. The taste of him filled your mouth, making you want to moan around his length. But you held back, knowing you were supposed to be quiet. Instead, you let out little whimpers of pleasure, muffled by his cock, that seemed to drive him even more wild.

His eyes were heavy with pleasure as you deep-throated him, your hands playing with his balls. His grip on your hair tightened, guiding you faster, pushing you down further until you could feel his cock hit the back of your throat, his breath becoming heavy.

But just as you felt him get to the edge, you pulled away, leaving his cock covered with your saliva. You straddled him again, this time with your dress still rucked up around your waist. He watched as you took his cock in your hand and positioned it at your entrance. Without a word, you sank down onto him, taking him inch by inch.

His hand immediately came to your thigh to guide you through your slow motions. Without even realizing it, your whimpers became louder, moans began to leave your mouth. "What did I say baby?" You ignored his demand for your quietness, his cock feeling too good inside of you.

Instead you lowered the straps of your dress, letting your braless breasts become exposed to him (a part of you thinking they may even distract him from your increasingly loud moans).

Harry's eyes slightly widened as he took in the sight, his cock twitching in response. You began to bounce on him, your tits bouncing in sync with your movements. His hands shot up to cup them, his thumbs brushing against your sensitive nipples as he filmed you.

You leaned forward, taking his hand and bringing it to your mouth. You sucked on his thumb, your eyes never leaving his as you did so.

As you watched his face express how much pleasure he was in, you felt the need to up the ante. You pulled off of him. Almost causing Harry to protest until he saw the determined look on your face.

You leaned forward, taking his cock and placing it between your tits. You started to titty-fuck him, the wetness of your pussy smearing across your skin as you did so. His moans grew louder as you squeezed your tits together around his cock.

You knew that this was a move that always got him off (and your viewers definitely appreciated it as well), so you made sure to keep it going until he was right on the edge. But you didn't stop there. You leaned down and took his cock in your mouth again, sucking hard as you continued to pump him with your tits. Harry's hand found its way back to your hair, pushing you down further as he started to thrust up into your mouth.

“So fucking good, Y/N. Perfect girl.”

You felt him get closer and closer to the edge, but just as you knew he was about to cum, you pulled away. Harry groaned in frustration, his hand slipping from your hair as he tried to catch his breath. You gave him a wicked smile as you lifted yourself up. You turned around and straddled him again, this time, you were facing away from him.

You hiked up your dress, revealing the perfect roundness of your ass, and slammed back down onto his cock. Harry's hands shot out to grab onto your hips to keep you steady. You leaned forward, placing your hands on the bed as you began to ride him in reverse, the camera capturing every bounce and jiggle of your ass.

"Going to be the star of the show tonight, hmm?" Harry murmured, his voice tight with need. You didn't answer, your mind focusing on your body and his pleasure. You could feel his cock pulsing inside you, and it made you want to go even faster. But you held back, enjoying the slow, torturous pace.

You heard him place the camera on the nightstand, pointing towards you and him, so he could have more hands on your body. Your pace quickened dramatically, almost like a reward for him for choosing to focus on you.

Though, your body began to tire quickly, your thighs burned, your thrusts became slower and shorter. Harry could see your weakness spreading.

“Where’s my confident girl? Getting tired?” He teased in a dominant way, causing you to mentally roll your eyes.

“No…just teasin’ you.” You mumbled, fully knowing you were lying to him. He caught on and grabbed your stomach to slowly lean you back onto him.

You succumbed, pressing your back into his chest and he held you in place. His hands found your breasts, squeezing and pinching your nipples until you were crying out. The camera sat just above your head, recording every moment of your passion. You looked over your shoulder, watching him watch you, his eyes filled with lust.

You reached and grabbed his hand, bringing it down to your clit. "Want you to make me feel good," you whispered, your voice soft but thick with innocence and desire. Harry's eyes never left yours as he began to rub your clit in tight circles, his other hand still kneading your breast. Your hips began to rock back and forth, fucking yourself on his cock as he pleasured you.

“God, Harry…I love it so much.” You moaned out.

“Yeah, baby? Like fucking yourself on my cock?” His lips brushed against your ear, you kept your eyes pinched closed and nodded your head.

The sound of your moans filled the room, no longer muffled by the need for quiet and discretion. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through your body, and you could feel the tension building in your core. Your moans grew louder, turning into cries of pleasure that echoed off the walls of the small dorm room. You have lost full control now, letting Harry and his thrusts control everything you did.

You felt the bed shake beneath you as Harry picked up his pace, his breathing turning ragged as he neared his own climax. The pressure was building, and you could tell he was getting close. But you weren't far behind. Harry's grip on your hips tightened, his own moans filling the room as he drove into you deeper and harder.

You leaned back into Harry's embrace, his hands roaming your body as he whispered dirty encouragements into your ear. "I know, baby...let go. Let that pretty pussy squeeze my cock."

The friction of his fingers against your clit was too much. You threw your head back and screamed out your release, your body shuddering with the intensity of the orgasm that crashed through you. You felt Harry's grip tighten, his own moans becoming more erratic as he felt your walls clench around him.

"You okay?" Harry asked, his thrusts halting to comfort you. Your head nodded in haste as your body was able to quickly recover from the powerful orgasm.

"M'gonna flip you over sweetie, get a shot of your pretty back with my cum on it."

You nodded, feeling a thrill run down your spine. He carefully flipped you onto your stomach, your dress now bunched up around your waist. You felt his cock slip out of you with a wet sound, and you knew he was close. Harry's hand as it gripped the base of his cock. You slowly started to grind your ass against him, slow circles on his thighs to help encourage the thrusts from his hand.

"Fuck, Baby," Harry groaned, his grip tightening on your hip. Your whimpers continued though you were not receiving any pleasure.

He painted your back with his cum as his release came. He watched it dribble down your spine, mesmerized by the sight, he reached for the camera. He adjusted the angle, capturing your ass still glistening from your own arousal, then panned to your painted back. His cheeky smirk grew as he took a step back to film your entire body.

"Maybe I won't clean you up," Harry murmured, his voice low and full of dark promise. "I'll just keep you like this, with your pretty wet pussy and my cum on your back, for everyone to see." You laughed and lightly kicked his leg.

He turned the camera off, deciding to go against his idea and grabbed a rag to wet in the sink before coming over to clean you. Once his cum was clean from your back, he helped you and your knees, which were beginning to sore, flip onto your back. As he continued to clean you up, your body became light and your eyes were heavy.

“Tired from all the riding you were doing?” Harry asked, your tired eyes staying closed as you laughed.

“I haven’t done that much work in a while.” You joked. Harry threw the washcloth into your dirty laundry and leaned forward to brush your hair away and kiss you.

“I know, the little pillow princess is all tired out from taking control.” You both chuckled as Harry continued to soothingly run his hand in your hair. “Let's get you out of this dress, cowgirl.”

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