I Knew You Were Trouble - A Harry Styles Smut Shot

Part 3

"Harry," my voice became breathy against his touch. He continued to lick and bite at my neck, occasionally rolling his hips up into mine. "Harry, please," this time he looked up at me, "I need you to touch me." A wild look came over his eyes and a smirk pulled across his mouth. Harry waisted no time; he immediately began pulling my baggy t shirt up. I lifted my upper half off the couch slightly so that he could pull it out from under me. Before the shirt even hit the ground he was doing the same with my yoga pants, adding them to the new pile of clothes. I was left under Harry in nothing but a bra and panties, an all too familiar feeling.

Harry leaned back down to kiss me again and I slid my hands up his shirt. I inched the shirt up little by little as I traced the outlines of his abs. I ripped Harry's shirt over his head and he ground his hips into me. For the first time that night I felt how hard he really was. Harry's kisses grew sloppy as he moved from my mouth, to my jawline, to my neck. His tongue began to trail up and down the valley between my breasts as his hand massaged me through my bra. I moaned out and arched my back at the feeling as Harry took the opportunity to reach under me and unclasp my bra. Another piece of clothing in the pile.

Harry began to run his tongue over my nipple for a short while before shifting to the next one and then moving on completely. He was brushing kisses down my stomach, all the way to my underwear line. He paused for a second before hooking his fingers in the hem of them and then looking up at me for some sort of approval. I nodded my head slightly and he pulled them off completely, randomly sprinkling kisses down my legs as he did. Harry dived back down between my legs; one dangled off the couch and one was thrown over his shoulder. He paused for only a second before he took one long lick up my slit. I moaned out in ecstasy as he repeated the action. Harry look up into my eyes when he began to suck on my clit. One of his hands moved from my thigh and he slowly inserted one finger into me. My jaw dropped slightly as I stared at him between my legs, the image of him making me even wetter. Harry vigorously pumped his finger in and out of me while continuing to suck on my swollen clit, bringing me close to my climax fast. 

"Har -- Harry..." I managed to mutter out. My body started to shake and I was right on the edge. Harry pulled away from me quickly, a gasp leaving my lips. I was breathing heavily, trying to calm myself down, when harry looked me in the eyes and sucked the finger he had inside of me clean. I almost came from the image of him. 

Harry stood up from the couch and slowly undid his belt buckle, knowingly torturing me. He finally undid the button and the zip to his jeans and pulled them down slowly, his boxers also in tow. Harry's hardened length sprung up from its constraints and he let out a sigh of relief. My breathing attempted to calm as I again sat face to face with his incredibly length. Harry reached a hand down as he kneeled back onto the couch; he pumped himself with his long, beautiful fingers three times before he laid back over me, positioning himself at my entrance. I let out a long, shaky breath as Harry slowly slid himself into me. 

A small gasp escaped both of our mouths once he was the whole way inside of me. Harry planted a kiss on my forehead then began to rock his hips back and forth slowly, building a calm but pleasurable pace. I whimped out Harry's name, begging him to go faster. After only minutes, the slow pace had become unbearable. Harry only smirked though and chose to torture me for a few more minutes before I was almost crying.

"Harry -- Harry, ple-- oh!" And with that, he began to slam into me as hard and fast as he could. The pleasure was almost unbearable. I could feel the thin layer of sweat from Harry's skin as he panted in my ear. Harry picked his head up to look into my eyes as he kept thrusting; his eyes were half lidded and his lips were trembling. I reached up and pushed the matted, wet curls from his forehead; a small smile formed on his lips. Harry nestled his face back into my neck and I closed my eyes, only focusing on the feeling Harry was giving me. My whole body was on fire and I could hardly breathe. When Harry reached in between us and started to gently rub my clit, I almost lost it. He rubbed slow, torturous circles; a contrast to the fast pace he was using to slam his incredible length into me. My shaking legs immediately wrapped around him and my breathing picked up.

"Harry -- Harry I -- I..."

"Shhhh, just cum, baby," he whispered as he nibbled on my earlobe. I squeezed my eyes closed and I came. The view behind my eyes went white and I could feel my body trembling. Somewhere between my moans and twitching, Harry had cum as well. My clenching had brought him over the edge. Harry continued to thrust into me, lazy and sloppy, riding out both of our highs. Harry clapsed onto me once we had both come down. He kissed my forehead then my lips then rolled to the side of me, still on the couch.

"You're amazing," he whispered into my hair.

"You're amazing too," I whispered back, blushing slightly. Harry kissed me on the forehead again.

"I hope you really do know how sorry I am," pain stung in his voice.

"I know, I know. It's okay," I whispered back to him. I kissed him on the neck to prove my point further. Harry  smiled tentatively and draped his arm around me, pulling me closer to him. Our chests brushed lightly with every breath we took. I closed my eyes and kissed his neck again, allowing myself to begin to fall asleep. Through closed eyes I prayed to God that he would still be there in the morning and that I wouldn't have to face an empty couch. The thought of waking up alone brought a dull ache to my heart...

*

"Hey!" My best friend said, snapping he fingers in front of my face. She frowned, "You're thinking about him again, aren't you?"

I sighed, playing with my coffee cup. Lately the only thoughts or memories I seemed to have were ones of him. I looked up from my cup to my friend. "No," I breathed out, a sad gleam in my eyes, "it's nothing." I looked back down to my half empty cup, feeling the tears sting the back of my eyes. "It's nothing," I repeated to myself in a dull whisper. "He's nothing."

I knew you were trouble when you walked in,
so shame on me now.
Blew me to places I've never been.
Now I'm lying on the cold, hard ground.