Harry Styles x Reader One-Shots

Baby*

"Fuck, just like that, puppy," Harry pants as you slide your tongue along the vein that runs from the base of his cock all the way to the angry red tip.

You look up at him through your lashes, blinking slowly as you take the head of his prick into your mouth. He hisses at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth enclosing around him, and the sound makes your thighs clench together. He growls when he catches sight of the movement. He grabs ahold of your hair, tugging you back as he forces your legs open with the toe of his boot. The stiff leather grazes against your clit, causing you to whine high in your throat.

He chuckles darkly, tutting lightly as he tightens his grip on your hair. "You're so fucking needy, puppy." His words cause your cheeks to burn, but there's something about the embarrassment that makes your arousal soak your panties even more than it was before. "You're so desperate for anything that I give you that my boot touching your cunt gets you all fucked out." He releases his grip on your hair to cup your face, leaning down to smear his lips against yours for a split second before taking your bottom lip between his teeth and tugging. He stays close to your face, close enough that you're breathing his air. "You're so greedy for it, puppy, so go ahead and grind your pretty little pussy against my boot until you cum, alright?" You nod eagerly, and he smirks. "Then go ahead, but just know whatever mess you make, you'll be cleaning up."

He pulls away and takes a seat on the bed, leaning back on his hands as he waits for you to begin. You crawl towards him, the soft carpet rubbing against your hands and knees as you make your way over to him. He watches you with hungry eyes and a wolfish grin, taking in every movement that you make. Once you're finally close enough to him, he cups your cheek once again as you mount his boot. Letting the leather press down on your clit, you begin to grind against him as you look up at him through your lashes. His mouth is slightly ajar, heavy breaths escaping his lips as he watches you get yourself off.

A dark smirk comes across his face as you breathe out moans of his name, the pleasure from rubbing yourself against him getting the best of you. "You're so fucking easy for me, pet. Just a little whore that would do anything I asked of you, yeah?" He chuckles demeaningly when you whine high in your throat, nodding vehemently in agreement. "Pathetic little thing, I could tell you to bring yourself right to the edge while grinding on my boot over and over again and you'd do it." You open your mouth to speak, but he stops you quickly by leaning forward and sticking his thumb in your mouth. He pushes down on your tongue as he slides the digit further into your mouth. You feel yourself gag lightly, but you can't pretend that you don't enjoy the absolute power he has over you at this very moment. "Should I make you do that, puppy?"

"No!" you all but beg around his finger, the word coming out a garbled mess. He laughs, mocking the sound. The embarrassment that courses through your veins sends flames licking up your spine, the feeling causing you to grind down harder on his boot, your arousal slicking your path even through your panties.

He tuts, shaking his head. "What happened to that 'whatever you want, daddy!' attitude that you had when I walked through the door a few hours ago?" he pouts mockingly as he removes his thumb from your mouth, dragging the slick digit down over your lip and letting the skin catch there. He groans lowly as he notices your thrusts begin to falter, your steady pace becoming messy as he clutches your jaw in his hand, squishing your cheeks together so that your mouth is puckered open just the slightest bit. He lets his arms roam your face for a moment before puckering his lips and letting a trail of his spit fall from his mouth into your awaiting one.

"Swallow for me," he commands, but the grip he has on your face makes it hard to do so. He watches you struggle for a few moments before retracting his hand and letting it come back down onto your cheek. The smack isn't hard enough to hurt, or to even leave a lasting mark, but the impact and the complete submission that it pushes you into makes your back arch as pure pleasure washes through your body. You swallow the spit in your mouth before gasping for air as your entire body is overtaken in a white hot ecstasy that only Harry can bring you to.