Harry Styles x Male Reader

Kiwi ⚠️🔞

The night deepened, and the air around us grew thick with unspoken desire as Harry led me through a door to a private suite backstage. The soft lighting cast a golden glow on his features, making his eyes look even more intense. His grip on my hand was firm yet gentle, sending shivers down my spine.

Once inside, Harry wasted no time. He turned to face me, his eyes dark and hungry. Without a word, he pressed me against the wall, his lips crashing onto mine with a fervent need. His kiss was demanding, his tongue exploring my mouth with a passion that made my knees weak.

Harry’s hands roamed my body, slipping under my shirt to touch my bare skin. The heat from his touch ignited a fire within me, and I responded in kind, tugging at his clothes, desperate to feel more of him. He broke the kiss just long enough to yank his shirt over his head, revealing his toned, tattooed chest. I took a moment to admire him, my hands tracing the ink on his skin.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire.

Harry smirked, his eyes never leaving mine. “You too,” he replied, his voice husky. He kissed me again, harder this time, his hands working quickly to unbutton my shirt and slide it off my shoulders. He pushed me towards the couch, our mouths never breaking contact, our bodies pressed tightly together.

We stumbled onto the couch, a tangle of limbs and heat. Harry’s hands moved lower, unbuckling my belt and undoing my jeans with a practiced ease. He pulled them off in one swift motion, leaving me in just my boxers. I could feel his arousal pressing against me, and it only fueled my own need.

He climbed on top of me, his mouth moving to my neck, sucking and biting in a way that left me breathless. His hand slipped inside my boxers, wrapping around my erection, and I gasped at the sensation. He stroked me slowly, teasingly, making me buck against his hand in desperation.

“Harry, please,” I moaned, my voice trembling.

He looked up at me, his eyes filled with lust. “I want to make you feel good,” he murmured, his hand increasing its pace. The friction was exquisite, and I could barely form a coherent thought. He kissed his way down my chest, sucking and biting my nipples, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

When he finally took my cock into his mouth, I cried out, my hands gripping the couch cushions for support. The heat and wetness were overwhelming, his tongue working me with expert skill. He bobbed his head, his eyes flicking up to watch my reactions, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips whenever I moaned his name. He just kept deepthroating and sucking my cock. Putting my balls into his mouth, just sucking and sucking.

Just as I was about to lose control, he pulled back, leaving me panting and desperate for more. He quickly took off the rest of his clothes, and I couldn’t help but stare at his naked form, every inch of him radiating confidence and raw sexuality.

Harry reached for a small bottle of lube, his eyes never leaving mine. He coated his fingers and returned to me, kissing me deeply as he began to prepare me. The initial intrusion was a mix of discomfort and pleasure, but he was gentle, his kisses and whispered reassurances making it easier.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice low and filled with need. His fingers deep inside of me.

“Yes,” I replied, my own voice barely more than a whisper.

He positioned himself between my legs, his gaze locked on mine as he slowly entered me. The sensation was intense, a mix of pain and pleasure that made me cling to him, my fingers digging into his shoulders. He paused, letting me adjust, his forehead resting against mine.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispered, his breath hot against my lips.

“I’m okay,” I assured him, my body slowly relaxing. “Just…move.”

He began to thrust, slow and measured at first, building a rhythm that had us both gasping for breath. The pleasure built with each movement, waves of ecstasy crashing over me as he picked up the pace. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me to meet his thrusts, our bodies moving in perfect sync.

The intensity grew, the sounds of our passion filling the room. I was close, the coil of desire tightening with every thrust. Harry’s name spilled from my lips in a chant, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

“Come for me,” he whispered, his voice strained with his own impending release. His hand wrapped around my erection, stroking in time with his thrusts, pushing me over the edge.

With a final, shuddering cry, I came, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. Harry followed moments later, his release triggering another wave of pleasure as he filled me. We collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and breathless kisses, the afterglow of our passion wrapping us in a warm embrace.

We lay there for a long time, holding each other, the world outside forgotten. In that moment, everything felt right, as if we were exactly where we were meant to be. And as Harry’s heartbeat steadied beneath my ear, I knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful.