Characters;
Harry Styles
Female Reader
Dedication;
-AmericasSuiteHeart
Warnings;
smut
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"Good job, Harry!" [Y/N] yelled, throwing her arms around Harry's neck.
She pulled his body into hers, feeling his blunt nails dig into her sides.
"Let's go to the dressing room," he growled, kissing the side of her neck roughly.
[Y/N] pulled back, staring into the eyes of her 6 foot boyfriend.
He had just finished a concert, his hair slick with sweat and his body radiating heat.
Harry took her hand, pulling her toward his dressing room, and finally into the room.
He shut the door and pushed her against it, lips roughly working against eachother.
Harry's fingers pressed tightly into
[Y/N]'s hips, his hands forcing her against the door.
He disconnected their lips, kissing and nipping at her neck as he worked his way to her collarbone.
"Lift your hands, baby." Harry growled, gripping the hem of her shirt.
As soon as [Y/N] lifted her arms above her head, Harry pulled her shirt off, throwing it to the other side of the room.
He groped her breasts, kissing and nipping down to the tops of her breasts.
He reached behind [Y/N], unclipping her bra as quickly as he could.
He threw it to the side, landing amongst the other clothing in the room.
Harry unbuckled her pants, wasting no time in lifting her from the ground.
He connected their lips again, biting on her lower lip roughly.
He pushed her against the door with his hips, hand moving to take her shoes from her feet, dragging the socks along with them.
Harry groped [Y/N]'s uncovered breasts, massaging then as he continued to kiss her roughly.
He ground his hips into her, her breathing becoming shallow as he ground himself harder into her hips.
[Y/N]'s hands raked through Harry's long, unmanaged hair. The brown locks tangled in her fingers as she pulled lightly.
His hands began to unbutton his shirt, the feeling of [Y/N] pulling his hair causing his to work faster.
He pushed the shirt from his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground behind him.
"Let me down for a second," [Y/N] whispered, kissing Harry's cheek and neck.
When she was lowered to the ground, Harry pulled his shoes and socks off, dragging his pants down.
His boxers fell and he looked to [Y/N], waiting for him to push her against the door again.
He smiked as he pressed her against the door again, hosting her to wrap her legs around his waist.
He forced his lips against hers, his hands pulling hers above her head.
One hand kept her hands positioned above her, the other lining himself up with her entrance.
As he pushed himself in, he detached his lips from hers. He heard her release a strung out moan.
She threw her head back, pushing her chest forward.
Harry kissed down her neck, thrusting deeply as he bit at her delicate skin.
He began thrusting faster, pounding into her.
Her breathy moans filled the dressing room, her eyes clenched tightly.
Harry released her hands, placing his instead to squeeze at her hips and sides tight enough to leave bruising.
"H-Harry." [Y/N] moaned, dragging her hands through his hair. She tugged her hands through her hair once again.
He growled deeply his thrusts beginning to grow sloppy as he felt
[Y/N] grow closer to her orgasm.
"Damn, baby, you're so sexy." Harry growled, pulling his head back to see her kiss-swollen lips.
They were cherry red, plump and parted as Harry stared at her, head thrown back in euphoria.
Harry reached one hand down to pinch and rub at [Y/N]'s clit, small whimpers and whines leaving her parted lips.
As Harry continued to thrust deeper, [Y/N] raked her nails down his back, a soft groan leaving his lips.
"Harry," she moaned, "I'm close."
Harry thrusted harder, connecting their lios again to contain the loud, shrill moan that was bound to leave [Y/N]'s mouth at her powerful release.
Her release encourage Harry to shoot inside her, his breathing laboured and movements slowed.
Harry kissed her neck gently, letting [Y/N] down on shaky, unstable feet to find her clothes.
She looked hazily around the room, watching as Harry easily slipped his clothes back on.
"Have you seen my bra, Harry?" She asked, looking across the room.
Harry turned and began looking, in only his pants, shoes and socks, shirt in hand.
He pulled her bra from the top of a clothing rack, chuckling as she took it from his hands.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into his chest.
"Let's go, baby." He said, releasing her and pulling his shirt on, waiting patiently for [Y/N] to ready herself.
