#fbh dirty one shot

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Summary: an anon request - “can you do a one shot where y/n is in the band and for some reason Harry and her don't get along and they end up fucking?? Like not enemies to lovers but more or like enemies to fw because they're so good at it ??? Pleaseeeee”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, lots of arguing, oral (both), fingering, biting, hair pulling, filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

MAJOR ASSHOLE FRAT BOY HARRY

"One, two, three, four." Harry screams into the mic and bobs his head to the music. I strum my base, close my eyes and tilting my head as I feel the music.

My eyes suddenly snap open when Harry starts to yell, "Stop. Stop. Fuckin' stop." I lay my fingers over the edge of my bass and sigh, "What now, Styles?"

I know he's talking about me, he's always talking about me.

He scoffs and shakes his head, "Are you even here with us right now? Because the he only thing you should be focusing on is getting the beat of the fucking song right. Jesus christ."

I roll and shut my eyes and take a deep breathe, "Harry. Chill out man. She was doing fine." Niall says setting down his guitar, "Maybe you need to ta-"

Harry cuts him off, "Maybe you just need to shut the fuck up."

"If you don't want me to pla-"

Zayn cuts me off, "No, y/n. You're the best bass player we've had, Harry's just having a bad day."

Harry shifts his weight to his left leg and puts his hands on his hips, "You know wh- fine. Take a fucking break, all of you."

He walks off the stage and throws his water bottle.

"What the fuck is his issue lately?" Louis says walking up, "Don't take it personal, y/n. Harry can be.." he trails off his words.

I sigh, "Egomaniacal? Asshole-ish? Cocky? I can stand here all day."

They laugh and I look over my shoulder, "I'll try and talk to him. If the screaming at each other stops call the coroner because I've strangled him with his mic cord."

I set my bass down gently and walk in the direction Harry went.

I look left and right and walk down the hall. I stop as I see Harry leaning against the wall. He turns his head towards me and looks away with an eye roll, "What do you want?"

"I want to know why you're all of a sudden coming at me?" I cross my arms, "We were fine and now yo-"

"Just go practice because you obviously need it." He pushes off the wall and walks towards me. I grab his arm as he goes past me, "No. I don't obviously need that, Harry. What I need, is for you to tell me what the fuck your issue is."

He laughs and tilts his head back, "Like I'd ever talk to you about what's bothering me. Go the fuck back to the stage. We have a show to get perfect."

He pulls his arm away and scoffs, "Don't ever fucking touch me again."

"Don't ever fucking yell at me again." I shoot back.

He stop waking and turns around, "Oh? So now you're the boss? Telling me what I can and can't do?" He walks up to me, "Let me tell you one thing, sweetheart." He leans in, his face an inch away from mine, "I'm the boss. You do what I say when I say it, hmm?"

I roll my eyes at him, "Mm. We'll see."

I step around him and walk back to stage. Before I enter back, I look over at him and smile, "You coming? We have a show to make perfect." I smirk and push the door open.

"Is he dead?" Louis asks with a slight laugh.

I shake my head, "Not yet." I pick my bass up and gently strum the strings. Harry walks in and everyone goes quiet.

"Let's get this fucking right." He says just loud enough for us to hear. He walks up and takes the mic off the stand and looks around at us, making sure we're ready.

"One, two, three, four."

——

"You guys are on in five." Liam, the crew manager says. I nod and finish applying my lipstick, "Okay."

"Don't fuck this up." Harry says leaning against the door frame to my dressing room. I look at him in the mirror, "Is that you threatening me or demanding me?"

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, "Sometimes I just wanna-" he clenches his jaw and tilts his head, "Nope. Not happening."

"What?" I turn around and lean against the table, "You wanna what, Styles?"

He stares at me, and in that moment, if looks could kill. I'd be dead.

He walks up to me and brings a hand up, his thumb gently pulls down my lower lip, "Sometimes I just wanna gag you with my cock so you shut the fuck up for once."

He drops his hand, "Like I said, don't fuck this up."

He leaves the room before I have anything to say, which I don't. Harry just left me absolutely speechless.

"Hey, y/n. Let's go. We're up next." Louis knocks on the door, "You okay?"

I blink and turn around quickly, wiping away the smudge of lipstick Harry's thumb left, "Yeah. Coming."

——

The whole show, I was on edge.

On edge because of what Harry said.

On edge because he looks so fucking hot in that tight Green Bay jersey.

On edge because he kept looking over at me any chance he got.

On edge because he was fucking with me.

We finish the song and the crowd goes wild. Screaming for Harry. Screaming for me. Screaming for all of us.

"Give it up for the amazing band behind me." Harry says while clapping, "Niall, Louis, Zayn.." there's a pause before he says my name and the boys glance towards me then look back at Harry, "And y/n who actually did very well tonight."

The crowd screams and I force a smile and wave.

I shook a glare back at Harry and he smirks behind his mic, "We're going to give you guys one last song and then we're off to Phoenix!"

Harry walks around stage as we start to play the final song of the night, "Let's go!"

——

We exit the stage and I immediately walk up to Harry and shove his shoulder, "What the fuck was that?"

He cocks his jaw and smirks, "I know you didn't just shove me."

I go to shove him again and Zayn grabs my arms, "Settle down." I pull my arms and he gets louder, "Settle down, easy y/n."

"Why would you fucking say that?" I yell, "I actually did well tonight? What the fuck Harry!?"

He chuckles and shakes his head. He motions for Zayn to let me go and he puts his arm around my shoulder, "Let's take a walk and talk about this."

I push his arm off of me, "What so you ca-"

"Now, now." He cuts me off, "Just come on." We walk down the hall to the door with his name on it, "In."

I roll my eyes and push the door open. I walk in and turn around, ready to start losing my absolute shit on him but he holds his hand up, "I get under your skin."

"Yeah the fuck you do." I cross my arms, "And you do it on purpose."

He walks over and pours himself a drink, "Because you make it so easy."

"By what? Giving you a reaction?" I huff, "Do you want me to ignore you? Quit the band?"

"Why would you quit the band?" He asks bringing the glass to his lips. He lowers it and shakes his head, "You're the best bass player I've had, y/n. I don't want you to quit."

His words confuse me and I know my face shows it.

"He sits down and rests one arm straight out on the back of the couch and brings a leg up over his other, "Sit."

I find myself always listening to his stupid little commands so I shake my head, "No. I'll stand." He chuckles, "Hmm. Okay. Suit yourself, sweetheart."

I roll my eyes, "What do you want, Harry." I state, "Because if you're just going to sit there and-"

"You. I want you."

"Excuse me?" I laugh, "Did you just say you- you want me?"

He nods, "Yeah. I believe that's what I said."

"You're not serious."

"But I am." He finishes his drink and stands up, "You see, y/n. I really don't like you, for reasons I'm not open to telling you just yet." He sets his glass down and walks over to me.

I stay silent and watch him as he gets closer, "We have our issues that, well, the whole band can see, right?"

I shrug, "I-"

"Shut up." He says louder. His voice goes back to normal and he walks around me, his chest presses against my back and he moves my hair off my neck.

My breathing gets faster and I bite my lip.

"There so much stress while touring, right?" His fingers drag up my shoulder and neck.

I nod.

"I want you to be my little stress reliever." He leans down and licks up my neck, "No strings attached."

I shut my eyes tight. Fighting off every urge to turn around and give into him.

He's an asshole.

He makes your days a living hell.

He gets under your skin in the most annoying ways possible.

All the thoughts run spin around in my head and I let out the breathe I've been holding.

"What do you say? Huh. We help each other out and when you piss me off.. I get to fuck my anger out and fuck that annoying little attitude out of you."

I want to say no so bad. I want to turn around and slap some sense into him, but the idea of being Harry's fuck buddy is just so overpowering.

"You can speak now, sweetheart."

"Y-yes."

"Good answer. Now get on your knees." He places his hands on my shoulder and pushes me down. I land on my knees and bite my lip, looking up at him as he walks around to stand in front of me.

He starts to undo the belt on his jeans and he gives me a smirk.

"What?" I ask as I tuck hair behind my ear.

"Do I make your nervous?" He chuckles, "No need to be nervous."

I roll my eyes, "Please. If anyone should be nervous here, it's you."

"How's that?" He asks shoving his jeans down, "I'm not nervous one bit. Excited actually."

I raise my eye brows and laugh slightly, "Why because you're about to shut me up?"

"Exactly." He pushes his boxers down and pumps his cock in his hand a few times before pushing the head of it against my lips, "Open for me."

I part my lips and he pushes his cock in, letting out a groan.

I wrap my lips around his cock and swirl my tongue. I work my way down, getting him wet enough, teasing him slightly before I give him exactly what he wants.

I sink his cock into my throat and he moans.

I shut my eyes and control my breathing through my nose before I bob my head, gagging around his cock.

"Ah." He moans out, "It's nice to hear the sound of you choking on my cock rather than you speaking."

I ignore his words and continue to fuck my throat with him, working him up until he places a hand on my head, "A-alright. We can come back to this. I wanna see that ass of yours bent over."

I pull off and wipe my chin off with my wrist. He pulls me over towards the couch and slips his shirt off. My eyes flicked up and down his toned, tattooed torso and he grips the hem of my shirt pulling it up over my head.

"You know, y/n." His eyes move up and down my bra covered chest, "You are pretty fuckin' hot."

I smirk and unbutton my jeans, "So are you."

He smirks and watches as I take my jeans off, kicking my shoes out of the way. We both stand there naked and his hands reach out to explore my body.

I close my eyes as he leans in, sucking random spots on my neck. I moan out quietly and bring my hands up to his arms.

Wow, he isn't yelling at me to not touch him.

His hand moves down and pushes between my legs. His finger slides between my folds, "You're fuckin' soaked, sweetheart."

I part my thighs and dig my nails into his skin as he circles my clit, gradually applying a harder pressure.

I whimper and tilt my head back. Harry kisses and sucks spots under my chin and jaw line.

"Harry." I moan out quietly, "Fuck me."

He chuckles against my skin, "Are you demanding?"

I bite my lip, debating on what I should say before my mouth speaks on its own, "What if I am?"

He sighs and pulls his hand away from between my legs, "Then you get more time without my cock in that desperate cock hungry pussy of yours."

He walks over and gets another drink, "I'm going to enjoy this drink. Sit down and, oh I don't know." He shrugs, "Convince me that you're deserving of my cock going into your pussy."

I chew the inside of my lip and nod, "Okay."

I sit down on the couch and smirk as I bring my legs up and spread them. He pauses and stares at my open legs. I bring my hand down and rub circles onto my clit, moaning.

I need Harry to touch me.

"Afraid you won't get me to cum?" I tease, "Am I going to have to fake it with you then do it myself later?"

He roughly sets his glass down on the table and stands up, "There you go again.. running your mouth."

I bite my lip and sink my fingers into my pussy, letting out a loud gasp, "What? Im just asking questions."

He scoffs, "You have no idea."

"Mm. I think I do." I tilt my head back and moan. A smile grows on my lips as I feel the couch sink down.

"You'll be begging me to fuck you after this." He moves my hand and replaces it with his own, his rings roughly hitting my skin as his fingers pump in and out.

I arch my back off the couch and moan, "Fuck."

He shifts back and bends down, attaching his lips to my clit. I let out a gasp and put a hand on his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair.

He moans against me and that causes me to moan. I clench my walls around his fingers as I feel myself approaching my orgasm.

My eyes roll back and I smile as he did exactly what I wanted him to do.

He pulls his fingers out and licks up my pussy. He pulls away and moves up, rubbing the head of his cock against my clit, "That didn't seem fake to me."

I smirk and my mouth opens as he shoves his cock into me without warning, "Fuck." He smirks and tilts his head as he pulls out and thrusts back in.

He grips my hips tight and fucks me. His lips part as his eyes shit and a moan escapes his lips, "Shit, y/n."

I grab his wrists and arch my back, "Harry." I whimper, "Fuck."

He leans down, pressing his lips to mine as he continues thrusting. I drag my nails up his back with one hand as I pull myself to desperately cling to him with the other.

He gently bites my bottom lip and moans.

I tilt my head back and he kisses up and down it.

For a moment I would have thought I wasn't having sex with the asshole I shoved in the hallway, but with Harry who actual gives a shit.

He moans against my neck and pushes his cock deep into me, "This pussy is mine." He whispers in a deep, raspy voice.

"Yours." I breathe out, "Yours."

He goes back to thrusting and attacking my neck. I wrap an arm around his neck and sink my nails into his shoulder as I cum around his cock.

"Fuck." He groans lowly, "You feel so fucking good."

I whimper in his ear, "You fuck so good."

He smirks and kisses my cheek and over to my lips. Our lips move in perfect sink and he pulls out and I can feel his cum shoot out into my stomach.

He continues to kiss me, his hand pulls my hips closer to his. He slowly leans back and looks at me, "Who's pussy is this?"

I roll my eyes and smirk, "Yours."

"Damn right it is." He leans up and looks around, "Um.." he gets up and grabs a towel, "Here." He tosses the towel down next to me as he cleans himself off.

"Thanks." I wipe myself off and sit up, I lean over and grab my clothes, slipping my panties and jeans back on, "So what does this mean?" I smirk and laugh.

He shakes his head and smirks, "Nothing more than band mates with benefits."

——

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And Scene.

Summary: Y/N brings Harry to her set where she's shootings a new movie and has to perform a scene that makes Harry very, very jealous [and an asshole].

Warnings: SMUT 18+, strong language, dominant/asshole Harry, jealous Harry, unprotected sex, creampie, hair pulling, oral (m), fingering, dirty talk, filth

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FRAT BOY HARRY

"You're coming?!" You raise your eyebrows in surprise. Harry usually never has time to come to set with you since his tour is also happening.

"Dates lined up babe. I'm excited to come watch you do your thing." He walks over to you, who's still in bed, and sits down.

"Oh gosh. Now I'm nervous." You laugh, "If I mess up, you're going to have to leave."

He sighs, "Fine, but if you get nervous, just picture me in my underwear."

You look at him, "But, I think you're so sexy in your underwear."

He shrugs and laughs while shaking his head, "Then I don't know what to tell you, but come on. We're going to be late."

He pulls the covers off of you and you groan, "Okay. Fine."

——

Harry sits in the corner, observing your hair and makeup being done. He smiles when Michelle spins you towards him.

"What?" You ask with a shy smile.

He shakes his head, "You just look very pretty."

You smile and Jill leans forward, "Thank you, Harry." He smiles and nods, "Yes, Jill. You did a very nice job."

"Hey, y/n." The director, Lance, walks in, "You have a second?"

You look up at him, "Yep, what's up?" He glances towards Harry and back at you, "Listen, I want to cha- we'll, I want to add something to the scene we're shooting today."

"Okay?" You close your eyes for Jill to apply some more eyeshadow.

"I think you and Chris should do the sex scene."

You see Harry tense up behind him and you sigh, "Lance, I already told you I'm no-"

"I talked to him and he agrees that this will make the movie.." Lance cuts you off, "You'd just need to ta-"

"She said no." Harry says standing up.

Lance chuckles and you glance at Jill and Michelle. Jill nods and she leaves quickly, probably to get security.

"Listen, Harry. I don't care if you're in the biggest boy band of the world. You're not in my movie." Lance turns back towards you and Harry moves in between you and him.

You look up at Harry and sigh, "Lance, give me a minute."

"I'll give you five."

You wait for Lance to leave before looking up at Harry, "Let me talk to him okay. I talked him down once I can talk him down again."

Harry stares down at you for a few seconds before he blinks and shakes his head, "I'm not comfortable with it either."

You already made up your mind, you were just trying to find the right time to tell Harry.

Waiting until the day you're supposed to shoot it was definitely not it.

"Let me talk to him."

——

A little while later, you make your way back to Harry.

"So? Did he give you any issue?" Harry asks standing up and walking over to you. You sigh quietly and decide that right then and there you're telling him.

"You're doing it?" Harry steps back, his jealous anger becoming more obvious, "Why do yo-"

"Because if I don't, then I'm fired, Harry. I need this role." You blurt out, "I don't have to take anything off. I just have to act like I do."

"And you have to act like you have sex." He snorts and rolls his eyes.

"What? That's funny?" You cross your arms and tilt your head, "Mr. Styles, you sound so jealous right now."

He shakes his head, "No."

"You most certainly do and honestly.." you walk over to him, "It's very hot."

You see him glance at you but still doesn't work.

You run your hand up his torso, "Only you know what I sound like in bed." You move around to press your chest against his back, "Only you know the right buttons to push."

You can feel his muscles flex under your touch and you move around to the front of him, looking up at you slide your hands down to the loops of his pants, "Your dick is the only dick I ever want inside of me."

He grabs you and pushes you back against the wall, "I'm going to be so pissed."

"So take it out on me after." You bite your lip and smirk up at him.

"You're going to drive me absolutely insane." He smirks and shakes his head, "I love you."

"I love you." You pull him into you and kiss him. A knock on the door cuts it short, "y/n. Are you ready?"

You keep your eyes on Harry's as you answer, "Yep. Be right there."

"It's all.." you lean in and kiss him, "just.." you kiss him again, "Pretend."

He nods, "I know. It's just another man touching you... kissing you... I know it's work but it doesn't mean I don't want to strangle him."

You sigh, "I love you."

He smirks and sighs, "I love you." He pulls you forward and smacks your ass gently, "Now let's go."

——

It took a little bit to film the first little bit before the big scene. Chris kept messing up his lines, making everyone frustrated.

"Alright. Chris. My man. Let's get this shot in one go alright. I don't want to make y/n do this anymore than she already doesn't want to." Lance looks at you, "If at any point you want to call it quits, we can call in a double, right?"

You nod and take a deep breathe, "Thank you."

Maybe you should bring Harry along more often, because if Harry wasn't here, Lance probably wouldn't have said anything about a double.

He nods and turns, "Alright! Everyone in your places, please."

You make your way up to set and stand on your first mark, awaiting instruction.

"Y/n. Chris is going to come in, you're going to say your lines and then Chris, you're just going to lift her and take her to the bed. Got it?" Lance says through the unnecessary megaphone.

"Yeah."

"Got it."

You look at Harry and give him a reassuring smile. His face is set in stone, not happy about this all over again. He tries to smile back but his jealously is overpowering everything else right now.

"Action!"

"You know, I was thinking. Maybe we can have Sunday dinners here at the new house, Paul." You turn towards Chris who is closing the door, "Wouldn't that be nice?"

"Yeah.. yeah." He nods and throws his jacket on the chair, "You know what else would be nice?"

"What, sweetie?" You take your earring out and look at him. He smiles and shakes his head, "Taking a child with next year."

You freeze as intended and slowly smile, "You mean?"

Chris walks over to you and lifts you up, taking you over to the bed as you laugh, "Paul. Paul. What are you doing?"

Your mind can't help but wander to how Harry is doing.

You stay in the role, pretending to take your bottoms off.

The whole thing was only awkward because Harry was watching you pretend to have sex with another, very popular actor.

——

"And cut!"

"You did good." Chris smiles down at you. You laugh and sigh, "I hope that was good enough."

He nods as he stands up, "it was. If not he'll have to deal." He tosses you your shirt and walks away. You get out of the bed and make your way over to Harry.

His eyes follow chris as he makes his way down the hall and you gently grip his chin and turn his head towards you.

His eyes are dark. You can't tell if it's from the hatred he feels or if it's lust towards you.

"Hey." You smile slightly and lean in, "Come on." You grab his hand and pull him with you. Halfway down the hallway, something takes over Harry and he drags you into your dressing room.

You stumble behind him, still hanging onto his hand, "Whoa, baby. Hey." He shuts the door with slam, obviously not giving a shit.

He grabs your waist and backs you up into the wall, pinning you against it, "Just.." he groans lowly as he pushes his growing-hard cock against your thigh, ".. need you right now."

"Use me." You look up at him slowly as you bite your lip.

"Knees."

You drop down to your knees and look up at him. He presses one hand against the wall and looks down at you, raising his eyebrows to indicate that you're doing the work.

You rise up slightly and slowly undo his jeans.

"Faster." He mumbles out, eyes still glued to your face, "And don't tease."

You nod once and focus on pulling him from his boxers. A slight hiss escapes his lips as you quickly press your lips to the head of his leaking cock?, "Shit."

You smirk slightly and part your lips, taking him into your mouth.

"All the way." Harry presses his other hand against the back of your head.

Thankfully, you built up enough spit, which coats him quickly. You relax as best you can and force your head down, gagging as he hits the back of your throat.

"Yeah." Harry moans out, "That's it, baby."

You squeeze your eyes shut and moan as he tangles his fingers into your hair. He pulls your head back, giving your a minute to breathe.

His hand moves from your hair to grip your chin, "Look at me, y/n." He tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him.

"A mess." He smirks and shakes his head, "I love you like this."

"Only for you."

"Only for me."

He nods towards the big chair in the corner of the room, "Undress and sit."

You scramble to your feet and walk over to the chair, taking off your pants and shirt. You stand still, slowly slipping your panties over your ass.

Harry fixes his pants and stops, licking his lips as you expose your pussy to him. He watches you turn around and sit down, naked on the seat.

He grabs another chair and sits a little bit away a from you, "Play with yourself."

"Did you lock the door?"

"Does it matter?" He shrugs and tries to hide a smug smirk.

"Kinda."

He raises an eyebrow, "I don't think you're in the right place to catch an attitude, sweetheart."

You bite your lip and tilt your head, "Why? Are you going to punish me even harder?"

He nods a few times slowly, "Mm." He stands up, making his way over to the door and checking the lock, "Locked."

You watch him as he walks back over to the chair and sits without saying another word. You lean back, bringing your feet up onto the chair.

You spread your legs and press your hand over your pussy. You push two fingers in past your folds and spread around your wetness.

Harry shifts around in the seat before he pushes his pants down his thighs. You push two fingers in and Harry gets his cock out, matching his stroke to the speed of your fingers going in and out of your pussy slowly.

"Faster." He groans out.

You spread your legs open more, moaning out quietly as you speed up the motion of your fingers.

"Quiet."

Harry's voice makes you freeze and you look at him confused.

"Not. One. Sound. Keep going."

You decided not to argue. You needed him and that would only buy him more time to not replace your fingers with his cock.

You nod and bite you lip as you build up to the speed you stopped at. You have never wanted to moan so bad.

Harry controlling you was such a turn on, you already feel your orgasm rushing in. You place a hand over your mouth as you squeeze your arm with your thighs.

Harry watches as you cum quietly. You dig your heels into the chair, turning as you slowly start to relax. You drop your hand from your mouth as you look over at him.

He has a smile resting on his lips, "Stand up and turn around."

You stand up and spin around, getting on your knees before leaning over. You look at him from over your shoulder and he starts walking towards you.

"You make a sound and we're done. Got it?"

You nod and he grips your hips, squeezing as he pulls you back to meet his hips. You bite down on your lip, squeezing your eyes shut as he rubs the head of his cock slowly against your folds.

You couldn't tease him, but he can tease you.

And you hate when it's like this.

But you love it at the same time.

"Who makes you feel the best?" Harry asks, "Hmm?" You keep your lips pressed together as you look at him,  unsure of whether it's a test or not.

"You can spe-."

"You do." The words instantly leave your lips. You push your hips back, hoping to get his cock into you.

He hums quietly and slides a hand down to slip two fingers into you, "We're you this wet when you were filming that scene?"

"No."

"Mm. You didn't think of me?" Harry slowly slides his fingers in and out, curling them.

"I-I did." You try your best not to moan, "I did."

He pulls his fingers out and rubs your slick over his cock, "Not another sound." He slides his cock into you, a little quicker than normal.

You rest your head on the back of the chair and clench around him. He groans out and pulls your hips back onto him.

The pressure of his cock is just right and it makes you want to scream. You dig your nails into the couch, kind of angry you can't make any noise.

"Move, baby." Harry squeezes your hips then let's go, waiting for you to start moving your hips yourself. You get into a steady rhythm of rocking back onto his cock, which drives Harry absolutely insane.

"Fuck." He lays a hand on your ass cheek before lifting it to deliver a harsh smack. You slap a hand over your mouth and jolt back.

"Mm, good girl." He leans down and grabs a handful of your hair. He tilts your head back, "Your pussy is too good for anyone else."

You keep your eyes closed, focused on not making a sound. You didn't want him to stop.

"Y/n." Harry moans low into your ear, "Who's pussy is this?"

"Yours."

"Who's?"

"Yours, baby. Yours." You press your lips back together as he tightens his grip on your hair, "Do you want to moan?"

"Yes." You say almost breathless. He thrusts his cock into you, resting there as he turns your head, "Open your eyes."

You oblige and he smiles, "I love you."

You smile slightly, "I love you."

He pulls his cock out and has you spin around to face him. He pulls you in for a kiss and spins around, sitting down for you to straddle him.

He reaches down to hold his cock steady as you slide back down onto him.

"Talk to me." He groans, "Tell me how good I make you feel."

His hands grip your hips as you start to slide up and down, "You make me f-eel so good." You grab onto his mesh button up and pull, "The only one who makes me feel this good."

He moans at your words and his eyes glide up and down your body. His eyes fixate on your boobs, watching as they jiggle with each bounce.

"Cum in me." You moan out as you look down at him, “Please.”

He’s caught off guard, that’s something you were nervous to do, not anymore.

But he’s not opposed at all.

“Yeah?” He leans up slightly, “You want me to fill you up?”

You nod and leans down to kiss him, “Yes, baby.” You push your hips down and grind on him, “Only you.” You moan against his lips as you miss him again, “Only you.”

He pulls you closer to him and slides his hands down to your ass, lifting you up and down, “Fuck.” He tilts his head back and you move down to attack his neck with little bites.

“Yo- you-“ he gasps as you bite down harder and pushes his body into yours. He squeezes your ass, “F-fuck.”

You now had him under your control.

“You feel so good.” You whimper out into his ear, “need you to fill me up.” You moan and slide your hands to his hair.

You pull and listen to the groan leave his lips, “I will only ever want you.” You kiss his cheek, over to his lips and squeeze his cock as you feel a second orgasm coming through.

“So close.” You whine out, “shit.”

“Wait for me.” He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him, leaning back so he can thrust his hips upwards.

You moan out and dig your nails into his skin, “F-fuck.”

A few thrusts later, Harry grunts and you can feel his thrusts get sloppy, “Okay baby.”

You let go, moaning out profanity as you feel his cum pump into you. The thought of Harry filling you drove you insane now.

“Shit, y/n.” Harry says with a chuckle, “I might need to come with you to these things more often.” You laugh as you rest your head on his chest that’s rising and falling quickly.

He kisses your head and sighs, “Sorry for getting jealous.”

You lean up and look up at him, “Please. You getting jealous over me is the hottest thing.”

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