I Knew You Were Trouble - A Harry Styles Smut Shot

Part 1

I stood there in the entrance to the bedroom staring at Harry. My eyes were filled with lust and I could tell his were, as well. I took two steps and I was chest to chest with him, still looking into his eyes. The move seemed to feel like a challenge and Harry accepted. 

My legs were wrapped around his waist and my back was against a wall before I could even blink. Harry was attacking my neck and I was running my hands through his soft curls. He bit at the side of my neck, lapping his tongue over the places he bit too hard. Harry finally kissed his way up to my jawline then looked me in the eyes again. I stared back, noticing his eyes had turned two shades darker. Harry crashed his lips down onto mine, grinding upwards into me while he did. I could feel Harry's arousal already and moaned in response. As Harry continued to kiss me I reached down inbetween our bodies and began to palm him through his jeans. Harry whimpered into my mouth, pulling us from the wall. 

Harry stumbled backwards slightly under the added weight then tossed me playfully onto the bed. I giggled to myself as Harry pulled his t shirt over his head, revealing his tanned, defined torso. I sat up and pulled my shirt over my head as well, looking him in the eyes the whole time. Harry watched me intently. I laid back and lifted my butt off the bed, allowing me to shimmy out of my jeans easier. I tossed the jeans and my shirt to the floor beside the bed before running my hands down my own body. I continued eye contact with Harry while I reached under myself and undid my bra. His eye contact faltered as it dropped to the ground with the rest of my discarded clothing. Harry eyed my body egarly and I licked my lips, knowing I had him hooked. I ran my hands down my body again, making sure to pause and give a light squeeze to my newly exposed breasts. My hands stopped just over my core, my underwear the only barrier. Harry's eyes flicked up to mine again begging me to continue. I dropped my gaze for a second and saw his man hood straining against his jeans. 

By his request, I drew my finger up my clothed slit, moaning lightly at the long awaited contact. I repeated this action before slowing sliding my hand under my panties. I could feel how wet I was for Harry. Unable to control myself, I began to rub fast circles on my clit. My eyes closed and I could start to feel my climax bubble in the pit of my stomach. I moaned again before I felt my hand ripped from myself, my eyes flew open and my wrists were pinned to the bed beside my head. Harry was hovering over me. Sometime while my eyes were shut he had removed his jeans and boxers, leaving him in nothing. I stared down our bodies. Harry's thick length was laying softly on my lower stomach. I whimped at the thought of what he would do to me. Harry began to lick down my neck, inching his body down with his tongue. He stopped at my belly button. He sat up on his knees and immediately tugged at my under wear, yanking them down my thighs before he tore them at the seams, pulling the scraps from my body. I let out a gasp at his display of strength. Harry dipped his head down to my core and licked the whole way up my slit. My hands immediately flew to my breasts, kneading them. Harry didn't plan on treating me to this for long, though, as he climbed back up my body. 

Harry propped himself up on one forearm while positioning himself at my entrance. Without warning he slammed into me, causing me to yelp out in both pain and pleasure. Harry gave me only two seconds to adjust before slamming back into me again and again. My legs wrapped around his waist and tried to pull him into me further as my hands clung to his shoulder blades. A cry escaped my mouth when Harry pulled completely out of me and began to sit up, the loss of contact unbearable. Harry stood up off the bed and grabbed onto my ankles, pulling me to the edge.  He flipped me over onto my stomach; I was bent over the bed. I felt Harry slide back into me again, both of us gasping at the new angle. I felt his damp chest on my back as he leaned over me.

"I'm so close..." He whispered in my ear, voice hoarse with lust. I only nodded and whimpered in return. Just then I felt Harry's stomach start to clench, but knew he would hold on for me. He dropped his hand to my clit, rubbing as fast and hard as he could, trying his hardest to bring me over the edge with him. Screams escaped my mouth as the combination became too much for me to handle.

"Har -- Harry..." I screamed out, "Oh my god, I'm -- I'm close." Harry continued to pound into and rub me.

"Just cum, baby," his raspy voice whispered into my ear, taking me over the edge. Harry let himself go as I did and we came together, eachother's names slipped from our mouths. All I could feel were Harry's fingers on my clit and his length inside me. Nothing else mattered. My vision went white and my hearing went out. I could only focus on the pleasure he was delivering to me as my body clenched around him. Harry clapsed on top of me after we both rode out our highs. He kissed my temple, his breathing still uneven.

Without saying a word, we both climbed up into the bed. Clapsing back down onto it. Harry wrapped his arm aound me and I cuddled into him, almost immediately falling asleep.

When I opened my eyes the sun was shinning through the curtins of the hotel room. I wiped my eyes, trying to wake myself up. I rolled over, looking to my side for Harry. He was gone. I got up from the bed and walked around the room. He was no where. Confused, I walked over to my phone, which was laying on the kitchen table. I had only one text message.

From Harry (Received 6:01 AM):
sorry i had to run. we go back to the uk today xx

I looked around the room. I was dizzy. He had left; he had really left. I felt like an idiot. I felt completely worthless. All he left me was a text; I wasn't even worth being woken up and said 'goodbye' to. I didn't expect him to tell me he loved me after one night but I didn't expect to be abandoned in his hotel room with only a text to tell me he wasn't even in the same country as me anymore. A part of me knew this would happen, though. I knew he would leave and I had slept with him anyways. I clapsed down onto the floor, folding into myself, and I began to cry.

I knew he was trouble.