Harry Styles SMUT

Meet And Greet

He pulled me into the room, only flicking on one light, keeping it darker and hazy.

"Harry what are we..." He interrupted my stupid question by sticking his tongue down my throat.
I should have known. I mean what else would a celebrity like him want with a girl like me. Especially in the bathroom after a concert.

"Harry." I managed through heavy panting. He broke off. "Not here."

"Why not?" He whispered through seductive heavy breaths.

"What will happen to your image if we are caught..." That wasn't my only concern, but I think its the one Harry would care about most.

"(Y/N), I need this." I shook my head no. We kept close though. In ruthless retaliation, he gave me the look. The one where he sets his blue eyes to mimic that of an abused puppy and he tussles his hair like so.

God how can I resist that. My eyes migrated from his to his bulge. At crotch level, he pushed my hands up his thigh and over his pant zipper. I said no because its in a bathroom for godssake.

"Harry." I scold lightly. My breath quickened and he switched directions. His hand glided to my waist then right over my boods. Oh God. I gasped. What if we were caught? He didn't need to be labeled as a whore and neither did I. He started to rub slightly, slowly feeling every part of my chest. I had a thought. What did I have to lose? What did it matter? After right now and this moment he will never talk to me again, why think about all his risks. Why not do what I want.

"Ok." I exhaled. His hands settled on my hips and snaked down my back to grabbed my butt. Pulling me closer to him. He swapped our places, pushing me against the wall. Roughly, he kissed my mouth, allowing our tongues to mingle. My arms looped around his neck and my fingers delicately swirled in his hair. This was a new feeling, the crazy rush of excitement when I thought about getting caught. It was exhilarating. He pushed his forehead against mine.

"Ready?" I looked up at him with wide eyes and nodded.
In one fluid motion, his hands grazed my thighs and up my above the knee skirt. It must have been our lucky day. It was going to be much easier without me wearing pants.

He slide his hands down to my knees, slowly dragging down my pink lace thong with them. I slightly gasped. His hands moved back up my leg, lifting my skirt. I bit my lip.

"Just do it! Now!" I commanded in a light whisper, tightening my arms on the base of his neck. Hr kissed the corner of my mouth and trailed down to what he could see of my cleavage, planting soft kisses as he went.

"Oh..." I moaned slightly. He used one hand to grab my breast again and the other to slightly pulling my hair.

"Come on Harry, please." I groaned. My wish was his command. Both of his hands were used to support my butt as he lifted me off the ground. My legs wrapped around his waist and he carried me over to a sink.

Once he set me down, he parted my legs and pulled my panties all the way off. Our mouths rejoined and I snaked my small hands down to his pants and slowly undid them and closed my eyes, allowing myself to fully immerse in the moment.

"Shit!"

"What?" I asked between airy gasps. My eyes remained closed and my hands still ran up and down his back.

"I dont have a..." I dismissed him and gestured down to my chest.

"Right cup." It was silly that I fan girled about this enough to be prepared.

"What?" He reached down into my bra and much to his surprise he found a condom.
Using my teeth, I snatched it out of his hand and ripped the small foil packet open.

I assigned mu hands a new job and moved them into position. My long fingers snaked around his shaft. I rolled the condom on and lightly stroked up and down, until Harry was panting through my nose. I guess i was doing good because he threw his head back.

"Ok. Ready?" He whispered.

"Mmmhmm." I moaned. I braced herself. Leaning back slightly, I placed one hand on the sink and steadied the other on the base of his neck. My nails dug into him as he thrusted. I was a loud one.

"Harry." She cried out. He shut me up by placing his hand over my mouth. I bit him playfully and giggled. He released me and took on a more effective method of shushing. Me swiftly pulled his shirt over his head and made a knotted gag out of it. He slipped it on me, tieing it very tight. I didn't mind it honestly. I was actually kind of exciting. My hands ran laps up and down his, now bare, chest and stomach. I tried very hard not to comment on his condition. He took that as a sign that I was ok with it.

He kept moving, quickly and with a force that caused me to groan through my gag. It felt amazing. The sound was muffled, luckily. There were foot steps outside. At first they scared me, reminding me that any second someone could barge in here and he and I would be caught. After seconds, I pushed the negativity of that thought out of my mind and realized how much it turned me on. This new idea about the situation made me want him more but I don't think it fazed him. He acted as it I were just another person. Like I was nothing special. I got it, but it was a little sad.

He kept thrusting harder, moving his hips rapidly back and forth. The harder he went, the more my nails dug into him and carved little bright pink half moons into his neck. It was involuntary though. It was like I couldn't control it. I could tell it was getting painful for him. He winced at every thrust, as did I.

He slowed down and I sighed in relief. My eyes remained shut. I could feel my chest heave itself up then back down quickly as my breaths were difficult. His new, slower and lighter rhythm made no solution to the pain his neck was receiving. I knew he was formulating a plan. He look down at my boobs and formed an answer. He roughly grabbed my scarf, choking me a little bit before he took it off completely. I was shocked. Again, I didn't mind. It was actually kind of hot. But this was Harry Styles. Harry styles liked it rough, with choking and gaging. I couldn't believe it. But I got of that subject and focused.

A deep inhale followed by the arching of my back let him know I appreciated his little improvisation. He buried my nose into the crick of my neck to steady myself as he started to move quicker. He groaned with pleaser. It was really the first indication he had given me that said he was having at least an ok time.

His hands released my butt and upper back and removed his hands from my neck. Using the scarf, he held them up over my head, secured them with a half hitch knot and finally he was able to focus. It was weird when I thought about it.

"Finally, yes." He mumbled in a moan. He brought his icy eyes to mine and gave an evil smirk.

He slammed into me, the force pushed me back each time so my head hit lightly against the wall. The deeper he went the louder the thudding noise my body made against the thin cream colored wall. I noticed little bebes of sweet settle on his skin as his motions remained steady and painful. I don't know how I could take this kind of rough going for this long.

We vaguely heard someone call his name. Knowing he had to speed things up, his hands ran up my shirt. He thumbed over my nipples adding a more pleasurable kind of torture. That move was usually a quick game ender. My back arched and I pulled on my makeshift restraints. I could feel my limbs tighten under his grip. He looked at my legs and they were stretched forward, toes pointed. My high pitched moan was mostly blocked by the gag. I saw his face and it was his turn, not slowing down he continued briefly until he could hold it no longer. He got the most enjoyable form of release with low moans and all, but mostly he was quiet. I was in slight pain, but loved it. If it weren't for him stopping I would have been ready for an abrupt round two. He was suddenly very tired and sat with me for a while,which was pretty sweet, bit there was no romance there.

The daunting fact that he had more fans to meet motivated us to get up.

He eventually untied me and I fixed herself up in a way that made it look like I hasn't just bound and fucked. Once we were both ready to leave, we walked in different directions to never see each other again.

"I love you Harry" I whimpered. He nodded and said goodbye.