Somebody Else | Harry Styles

Three

Your back hit Harry's bedroom door as his hands moved to your neck as yours rested on his chest. His shirt was already off since he had been getting ready to shower when you had shown up unannounced. Your hands roamed over the tattoos on his chest as his hand tightened around your neck, pulling a moan from your lips. He smiled against your lips, loving how much you wanted him. He pulled your t-shirt above your head and then hastily unclasped your bra.

As he bit your lip and slipped his tongue into your mouth, the hand that wasn't wrapped around your throat moved down and started to fumble with the button of your jeans. When you realized that he was having a rough time undoing them one handed, you took your hands from his chest and quickly undid the button and pulled down the zipper for him, before pushing them down your legs and wiggling out of them.

His hands moved to cup your ass as he let out a moan. He pulled you off the door and led you into the room, his hands never leaving their place as your arms moved to wrap around his neck.

Once you were further inside, you connected your lips to his neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses over his adam's apple and down the hollow of his throat, and over his chest as your hands moved down to the waistband of his sweatpants. You pushed both his sweatpants and boxers down his thighs and he eagerly stepped out of them.

Your hand immediately went down to his hard cock and you started stroking. His hands gripped onto your waist as he groaned and bit hard on your bottom lip. You moved slow, making sure to stroke his full length, squeezing slightly as you went. After a few moments, he pushed your hand away before kissing you harder.

"I'm not done," you whispered in between kisses before you pulled away completely. You looked him in his eyes as you got down on your knees, your bottom lip between your teeth. You placed your hands on his thighs before you leaned forward and quickly licked his tip.

"Fuck," he sighed as his hands flexed at his sides.

You tried to hold back a smile, impressed with yourself that you had that much of an effect on him when you had barely done anything at all. You moved forward again and gave his shaft another lick, but slow. You felt him shudder when you got to the tip and took him into your mouth.

"Holy shit, (Y/N)," one of his hands brushed the hair back from your forehead as the other clutched onto one of your hands at his thighs. You moved slow, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked, swirling your tongue around the tip when you got to the top, and fought off a gag when he hit the back of your throat.

You felt the heat grow between your legs as your name fell from his lips more than once and as his grip on your hair tightened.

His other hand moved from yours to your jaw; he gripped onto you before pulling you off of him and then up, so you were standing on your feet, with his other hand still in your hair. He tried to catch his breath and swiped his thumb over your bottom lip, wiping away the mix of precum and spit. His grip loosened on your hair and he slid his hand to the back of your neck. He pulled you in and kissed you deeply as you settled your hands at his sides. Your thumb brushed over his ribcage as he turned the two of you around so that the backs of your knees brushed against his bed.

He broke the kiss and pulled your hands from his body before turning you around. You took the hint and climbed onto his bed on your hands and knees. Harry reached out and grabbed your ass, slipping his fingers under your panties as he did so. He held in another moan when he saw the wet spot at your core, slightly embarrassed at how easily he was turned on by you. He brushed a finger over the wet spot and you flinched, completely sensitive with want.

He pulled down your blue panties and bit his lip in delight when he saw the wetness drip from your folds. Without warning, he lifted his hand and spanked you, causing you to flinch in surprise but moan in pleasure. When he heard your response, he took it as an invitation to bring his palm down on your skin again, which pulled another moan from you. He spanked you again, slightly harder, leaving a sharper sting than the ones before, but you enjoyed it and felt yourself wanting more. As his hand came down on you again and the sting sent chills up your arms, you knew your skin must have been red--and it was, as Harry had noticed. He knew he shouldn't try and spank you any harder as your skin was already red and blotchy, so he just brushed his palm over you, trying to soothe the stinging he knew you must have been feeling.