24 Hours In Room 426 - Pt 2 [complete]

24 Hours in Room 426 - pt 2 [complete]

Summary: Part 2 of 24 hours in a hotel room with boyfriend!LHH. Smut held together (loosely) by fluff. There’s no plot. 

Content warnings: smut (nipple play, light hair pulling, overstimulation, toys, squirting, creampie kink, oral M and F receiving), fluff, alcohol, food, LHH and bunrry. Warnings are for both parts.

Word count: 7058

A/N: thank you for the love on part 1! I hope you also enjoy part 2 :) if you did please please reblog or even send me a lil ask about it, it would make my week ;D. There’s a couple of bits in this that I’d be more than happy to expand on if anyone was interested hehe. Oh and not really a warning but there’s like mention of the trials and tribulations of having a bf in the biggest boyband on the planet in this part. And kinda in the first part I guess but oh well.

3:22pm

The only sound in the room was the TV, playing whatever movie you’d found that looked half decent. Harry was lying on the sofa, legs crossed at the ankle and propped on one arm rest, his head on the other. His arms were folded across his chest, his freshly washed hair wrapped up in a towel. You looked over at him from where you were sorting out your mess of a suitcase, watching his head nod to the side and then snap back up, his body jolting him awake. That was probably the third time you’d seen him do that, and you weren’t even really paying attention to him.

“Just go for a nap.”

“M’not tired,” he grumbled.

“You’re literally falling asleep right now, H.”

“No m’not.” His eyes were closed, and by the way his face was contorting you could tell he was stifling a yawn. 

“Come on,” you got up, going over to him and grabbing his wrists to help pull him to his feet. “Bed.”

With what appeared to be great personal effort, Harry stood up, the towel falling from his head in the process. He shook out his damp hair as he stumbled over to the bed, water flying off the unruly curls. Flopping down heavily on the bed, he curled onto his side.

“Will you lie with me?”

“Sure.”

You grabbed your phone before joining him on the bed. You didn’t really feel like sleeping, but you were more than happy to just chill and watch the movie while he slept. Putting a couple of pillows behind your head so you could comfortably see the TV, you lay down next to him, lifting your arm to let him tuck into your side. Harry threw a bent leg over yours, an arm dropping heavily across your middle. His hair was wet against your warm but you didn’t mind, your hand rubbing his back gently. Your fingers traced soft circles on his forearm, and soon his breathing became slower and deeper as he drifted to sleep.

7:31pm

Dressed in your new dress, heels on and hair and make up done, you opened the ensuite door to go back into the bedroom. At least, that was your plan, until Harry stopped you in the doorway.

“Wait, hold on.” 

“What, why?”

“Just stay in there a minute,” he shooed you back into the bathroom, pulling the door closed - only to open it a moment later, kiss your forehead, and then close it again. 

Puzzled, you busied yourself with putting your make up back into its travel case. You were just about done by the time you heard a knocking on the bathroom door. 

“What is he doing?” you muttered under your breath as you checked your reflection in the mirror before opening the door. 

You were greeted by a smiling Harry, who completely ignored the confusion written across your face.

“Hello.” 

“...hi?” you replied uncertainly as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. 

“You look gorgeous.”

“Thank you..?” you smile, confusion still evident in your tone. 

“I’m picking you up for our date.” 

Of course. 

“Ohhh, okay, sorry I’m with you. How was uh, how was the traffic?”

“Ugh,” he rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically. “Nightmare, don’t even get me started. Shall we?”

He gestured to the table, leading you by the arm to the table that sat only a few steps away from the bathroom door. He’d moved one of the chairs so that instead of sitting opposite each other, you’d be sat around the corner of the table. He pulled out your chair for you, helping you scoot it closer to the table once you were seated. 

“Thank you.”

You watched him as he moved to his own seat, shrugging off his blazer and hanging it over the back of his chair. He wore the same ripped skinny jeans as yesterday, but instead of a t- shirt they were paired with a loose, off-white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows, and instead of bare feet he had on camel chelsea boots. His shirt was unbuttoned over halfway, and hung off him in such a way that when he leaned forward as he sat down it gaped open, giving you a clear view of the expanse of his chest - the sparrow tattoos just below his collar bones with a cross necklace hanging between them, right down to the butterfly on his stomach. He ruffled his hair as he settled in his seat, shaking it forwards then raking his fingers through it to push it back off his face before turning to you.

“Champagne?” 

Harry didn’t wait for your response, reaching for the bottle and two glasses on the table. 

“When’d you get that?” you wondered aloud as he poured you both a glass.

“Got it sent up last night before you arrived, but obviously we never got round to drinking it.”

He handed you your glass, and you waited for him to lift his before clinking them together. 

“Cheers.” “Cheers.”

You both took a sip, and he watched you over his glass as he did so. You held his gaze for a moment, but soon found it so intense you had to look away, your eyes scanning the table instead. There was a lit candle in the centre - one you recognised as one of Harry’s own, a piece of home on the road. 

It was then that you heard it. While you were getting ready he’d put on some playlist, playing softly through a portable speaker on the dresser beneath the TV. This was different though - instead of music there was the sound of people talking. Not loud enough to distinguish any words, just the background hubbub of multiple conversations, muttered in low tones. There was the occasional clatter of silverware, the clink of glasses – it almost sounded as if you were in a restaurant…

“What are we listening to?” you looked to Harry, your mouth curling into a questioning smile.

“Restaurant ambiance,” he smirked, taking another sip of champagne. 

“You’re ridiculous,” you laughed, shaking your head. “I love you.” 

You scooted your chair closer to the corner of the table, and he did the same, until they were almost touching. You leaned in to kiss his cheek once you were close enough, your lips catching the corner of his mouth instead when he turned his head at the last second. He lifted his hand to your cheek, his thumb grazing your bottom lip. His eyes were trained on your mouth as he leaned in, lids slipping shut at the last second before your lips connected. It was a short kiss, but one you know you would have never shared in an actual public restaurant. 

It truly didn’t bother you that you were trapped in this hotel room - it had its benefits, after all. It was different for him, you knew, not being able to explore and just be wherever and however he wanted. For these 24 hours though, it worked in your favour. You didn’t have to share him with anyone - he was yours and yours alone. 

The thought did cross your mind then, how you were glad to be in the privacy of your own room, where you could touch and kiss and talk about whatever you pleased, but you didn’t voice it. All that would do is highlight the way it might have been if you had gone out, and then he’d apologise, and you’d have to reassure him that it was fine, and it would be a whole thing. A whole thing you’d done enough of in the past. So instead, you placed your hand on his knee and reached for your glass, leaning back into your seat as he started to recount some story or another. 

You’d talked and laughed and sipped your way through two glasses each before either of you thought to look at ordering food, Harry reaching for the room service menu while you shared the last of the bottle between your glasses. He clicked his tongue, humming as he read through the options. 

“What ya thinkin’?” You leaned your head on his shoulder to look at the menu together, open on the table between you; his hand coming to rest on your thigh. 

“I’m thinking we should switch to white wine.”

“Sure,” you smiled. “I want the pasta. But I also want a pizza.”

“Could get both and split them?”

You lifted your head off his shoulder to look at him. “You’re a genius.”

He just nodded, as if to say well, we already knew that. 

“You want garlic bread as well?”

“Obviously.”

He nodded again, and gave your thigh a squeeze, the bands of the thick rings on his index and middle fingers cold against your skin, before pushing his chair back and standing up. Leaning back in your seat, you took a contented sip of your drink while he called in your order from the phone on the bedside table. 

9:01pm

By the time the food had arrived you’d long finished your drink and had moved on to devouring each other. Your hands tangled in his hair and his inching further up your thighs, dangerously close to their apex, you’d jumped at the knock on the door. Harry had cursed, his short fingernails scratching along your skin as his fingers curled into a fist. 

You’d collected yourself while he let the waiters in, moving your glasses aside to let one of them set two large trays down on the table, another exchanging a bottle of white wine and two wine glasses for your empty champagne one(s). Somehow you’d both managed to eat something - once it was in front of you you realised how hungry you actually were - and before long you were sitting on the sofa nursing a glass of wine, waiting for Harry to come back from setting the trays outside the door to be taken away, leftover pizza safely stored in the mini fridge. 

You surveyed him over the top of your glass when he returned, picking his phone off the bedside table and putting on some quiet music. 

“I think we’re done with the restaurant ambiance for now.”

You giggled, the sound catching in your throat as he made his way over to you. His demeanour had shifted, the wide easy smile he’d worn for most of the evening gone. His brow was furrowed slightly, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as his eyes trailed up and down your body. 

You chewed at your lip, breaking eye contact for a second to set your glass down on the dresser. When you looked back he was just sitting down next to you, his hands reaching for your waist, and you took the hint, clambering into his lap. His hands held your hips, settling you on top of him as he leaned back against the seat, spreading his legs as he got comfortable. 

Threading your fingers through his hair, you pushed it away from his face, tucking a strand behind his left ear. 

“Thanks for dinner.”

“Y’welcome.” 

His voice was low, his eyes still boring into yours, breaking away only to glance down at your lips and then back up to your eyes. His hands moved up your body, his palms brushing over the sides of your breasts before his arms wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you down to him. Your mouth found his with a soft moan, his lips moving with yours. His tongue slipped past your lips as his hand moved to grip the back of your neck, giving you no choice but to let him explore your mouth. 

Your hands dipped inside the front of his shirt, one resting on his chest and one clutching the side of his neck as you kissed. Your lips soon replaced the latter, nudging the collar of his shirt aside with your nose to sponge wet kisses along his skin. He hummed appreciatively, pulling the straps of your dress down to let the loose fabric of your dress fall to your waist when you straightened up. He kissed the tops of your breasts hungrily, teeth nipping and lips sucking at your skin. Your chest heaved as you breathed deeply, your head dropping back. You reached behind you to undo your bra, Harry’s hands moving quickly to help you pull it off and drop it to the floor.

The moment your breasts were free he buried his face between them, his hands kneading them roughly, pushing them into his face, rings cold against your skin. He turned his head slightly to kiss the right one, beginning a circle of sucking kisses that spiralled closer and closer to your nipple. His hand still gripped the other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. You whimpered at his touch, the contact leaving you all the more desperate for him to touch your almost painfully hard right nipple.

“Fuck,” you moaned when he finally sucked it into his mouth, rolling his tongue across its peak. 

Your hands rested on his shoulders, toying with the ends of his hair, twisting strands around your fingers. You gave a frustrated tug when he removed his mouth from your flesh, another whimper passing your lips. You looked down at him, a pout ready on your lips, but he didn’t notice. The crease between his brows was more evident than before, his eyes focused on your chest. He swapped his hands, his left squeezing your right breast, thumb grazing over your damp nipple; his right holding your waist, the fabric of your dress bunched up between his fingers. He repeated his earlier motions, his lips pressing open mouthed kisses to your skin.

“H, please.”

He didn’t respond, didn’t give any indication that he’d even heard you, just continued with his work. You knew he did though, because he was working in even tighter circles now, drawing out the route he was taking, the corner of his lips brushing over your nipple ever so slightly - just to spite you. You were about to take matters into your own hands, grasp his hair at the root and arch your back to angle yourself just right, when he finally brought the point of his tongue to your nipple, swirling around it once before sucking it into his mouth fully.

You moaned at the feeling, relief flooding through your nerves. You rolled your hips instinctively, grinding down onto his lap. You could feel him hard beneath you, contained by his tight jeans in a way that couldn’t be comfortable for him. He made you wait for your relief though, so you were in no hurry to help him out. Except you kind of were, but you were determined not to. It was like a game, who could get who the most worked up before they snapped, and it almost always went the same way. You’d think you had him - the way he was looking at you before he joined you on the sofa made you think you held all the cards. He wanted you, badly. And then all of a sudden, there you were, putty in his hands. It would be infuriating if it didn’t make you feel so good - if he didn’t make you feel so good.

So, you resolved to just make things worse for him, weaving your fingers through his hair and tugging. He groaned around your nipple, the vibrations sending shocks through your body. You clenched around nothing, pressing your clothed pussy against his crotch. His fingers dug into your waist, encouraging you to give another roll of your hips. That stopped you, of course, lifting yourself up slightly so you were no longer sitting directly on him.

He released your nipple with a wet pop, your movements pulling it from his mouth, and looked up at you intently. You were both breathing heavily, his lips slightly puffy and glistening.

“Did you bring the… stuff?”

He paused before the last word, a fraction of a section longer than even his usual slow cadence, just enough to emphasise the word. To imply that he didn’t mean any old stuff, but rather, The Stuff.

“Mmhmm,” you nodded, your tongue flicking out to wet your bottom lip and draw it into your mouth, biting down on it gently. 

He turned his head, eyes flicking purposefully towards your suitcase.

You’d forgotten about it, in all honesty, until you’d gone to rearrange your bag earlier. Now sitting on top of a sloppily folded hoodie was a second make up bag, brought on this trip at Harry’s request. Its contents were simple: a g-spot vibrator, a bottle of lube, and a packet of toy and body wipes. 

You nodded again, confirming the location of The Stuff. 

“Can I?”

A third nod, more eager than the last. Harry kissed the valley between your breasts firmly, hands giving your hips a squeeze before pushing at them to get you to stand up. 

You moved to sit on the end of the bed while he grabbed the bag, your dress discarded on the floor in the process. You bent to undo the strap on your heels, but Harry stopped you, stepping between your legs. His finger curled under your chin, tilting your face upwards. 

“Leave them on.” 

Another nod. It was as if you’d lost the power of speech all of a sudden, silently moving up the bed until your head hit the pillows. Harry stayed at the end of the bed a moment longer, pulling your underwear from your body as you moved away from him. Shoving them into the back pocket of his jeans, he crawled up beside you. 

He lay on his side next to you, still fully clothed beside your naked body. You held his gaze, your breathing shallow, as he leaned over you to kiss you, your eyes only closing for the short time his lips were on yours before opening to watch him pull away. His eyes dropped down to focus on the make up bag, now resting on your stomach, but yours studied his face. You watched his Adam's apple bob in his throat as he swallowed, a muscle in his jaw flexing with the movement. You shifted your gaze, watching him take the vibrator from the bag. You watched him stretch across you to put the bag down on the bed, out of the way. You watched him settle back on his side, pushing his hair back off his face before bending his elbow and resting his head on the palm of his hand. You watched the front of his shirt gape open, revealing the entirety of his right pec. You watched him drag the curved tip of the toy, not yet turned on, along the centre of your stomach, between your breasts, and up to your mouth. Only when he rested it on your bottom lip did your eyes return to his face, opening your mouth to let him slide it between your lips.

You knew there was music playing in the room but for the life of you you couldn’t have said what it was. The only thing your senses were registering was Harry. The smell of his shampoo and cologne. The warmth of his body beside you. The sight of his brows knitted together, his tongue rolling over his bottom lip slowly. The sound of his breathing, growing heavier with each gentle push and pull of the toy into your mouth. The taste of hard plastic on your tongue. 

You swallowed harshly once your mouth was empty, the toy buzzing to life when Harry clicked a button on its base. The two of you watched as he brought it to your skin, starting between your breasts. He followed the same course his mouth had earlier - slow, teasing circles around each breast. Your breathing was shaky, your chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale. You closed your eyes, willing yourself to relax, to just take it all in, enjoy the whole experience. The anticipation was killing you though, the leisurely pace and featherlight touch with which he was dragging the vibrator across your skin. You shifted, rubbing your thighs together to try and get some relief from the throbbing between your legs.

Harry lifted the toy from your chest, and for a moment you thought he’d given up on the game, that he was going to press it firmly to your clit or push it into your dripping centre - but you couldn’t have been more wrong. You opened your eyes to see him drop it onto your stomach instead and grab your knee, pulling your thighs apart. You whined, watching him pin your leg to the bed with his own before picking the toy back up. 

He did, however, grant you some mercy, dipping his head to suck your nipple into his mouth. He focused the vibrator on the other breast now, circling around the very edge of your nipple. You moaned gratefully, your back arching. You threaded your fingers through his hair, pushing back the waves that fell around his face so you could see him. His eyes were closed, focused on rolling his tongue over your nipple over and over. You squirmed beneath him, your hips rolling, searching for something to grind against. Your hand in his hair acted on instinct, trying to push him down your body to where you needed him to be. He didn’t oblige, instead pulling back and propping himself up on his elbow. 

“Please,” you whispered, your eyes locking onto his, your hand reaching out to tuck a lone curl behind his ear before settling at the back of his neck.

He didn’t reply, still ghosting the toy tortuously around your nipple. 

You tightened your grip on his hair, arching your back and trying to close your legs, making him press down with his knee to keep your leg pressed to the sheets. 

“Please, Harry.”

And just like that, you’d lost the game. Because of course you fucking did. You always did. 

A smile spread across Harry’s face, a stupid smug smirk that you wanted to kiss off his stupid smug face. He didn’t give you a chance to though, your mouth dropping open in a desperate gasp as he pressed the vibrator right to your clit.

“Holy fuck,” you moaned, followed by a whine when he pulled the toy away. 

Your body writhed on the bed, as much as he would let it anyway, your fingers twisting into his hair once more. Harry leaned over you, rubbing his nose against yours, hovering his lips over yours. 

“What do you want, baby?”

You pulled his face that little bit closer to yours, bringing your lips together in a desperate kiss. He returned it with the same fervour, grinding against your thigh. You could feel his cock pressing against you, hard and thick inside his jeans. 

“Just,” you breathed against his lips, in between sucking kisses. “Touch me. Please.”

“Okay. Why didn’t you just say?” His tone was casual, as if you’d been being difficult about where you wanted to go for lunch. 

You rolled your eyes, Harry pecking your cheek before pulling away and lying back on his side. You breathed deeply, readying yourself for his next move, half expecting him to continue to tease you. Thankfully, he did not, instead pressing the tip of the vibrator to your clit and holding it there. 

You moaned, moving your hips to grind your pussy against the toy. Harry’s leg still kept yours from raising off the bed, but he allowed you to move enough for that. You were so worked up from his teasing, arousal building inside you since way back before you even ate, that you knew it wouldn’t take much for you to come. Harry clicked the button on the base of the toy again, turning up the intensity of the vibrations, and your lower body tensed.

“Oh my god,” your voice was just above a whisper, your eyes squeezing shut.

He slid the toy along the length of your pussy, dipping inside you just barely before returning to your clit. You let him repeat the motion once more before you couldn’t take it anymore, your hand grabbing his and holding it where you needed it. You just about heard Harry groan beside you, but your mind was clouding over, entirely consumed by pleasure. Your grip tightened on Harry’s hand when you felt it move, but you needn’t have worried. He flicked his wrist, jerking the toy back and forth in tiny rapid movements, just like he’d seen you do, and you were coming, your whole body tensing and your hips bucking up wildly. The vibrations kept you coming, pleasure rushing through your body in waves, spreading all the way to the tips of your toes, and Harry kept the vibrations coming, holding the toy firmly against your clit. Your fingernails dug into his skin as you gripped his hand - it was starting to become too much but you didn’t want to pull him away just yet, wanted to see how long you could hold out. 

The choice was soon taken from you, Harry’s stronger hand moving the vibrator away from your clit. Your body slumped, a heavy breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding forcing its way out of your chest. You only had a moment’s respite though, a shuddering gasp bursting from your lips when Harry pushed the toy inside you. It slipped into your wet pussy easily, the curved tip nestled against your g spot firmly. 

“Oh my god!”

You were much louder this time, taken by surprise. Harry started to flick his wrist again, this time to thrust the toy in and out of you quickly. Your walls spasmed around the toy, a second orgasm charging its way towards you at record speed. You could feel the muscles in Harry’s hand twitching under your palm, straining to keep pushing the toy into you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come–”

The second you squeaked out the words you were coming again, even harder than before, your back arched off the bed and your head pressing back into the pillows. It all happened so fast after that - Harry letting your orgasm force the toy out of your pussy, pressing it back to your clit instead, white hot pleasure blocking out every one of your senses except the rattling sound of wet vibrations.

“Fucking hell.”

Body sinking into the mattress, you pulled weakly at Harry’s wrist. Your nerves were on fire, and you felt like one more touch to your swollen clit might kill you off. He clicked the toy off, tossing it onto the duvet and bringing his hand gently to your cheek instead. 

“That was so hot,” he grunted into your open mouth, sucking your bottom lip between his own. “You alright?”

You took a moment to think, your chest heaving with each heavy breath. Your senses were coming back to you, and your predominant feeling was wetness. You could feel it pooling under your ass, and in the creases where your thighs met your pelvis. It had happened a few times before - you squirting - but it took you both by surprise every time. Were you alright, though? Yeah, you’d say so. More than alright. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, puffing your cheeks up and forcing the air past your lips in a heavy sigh. “Yeah, I’m good.” 

It took a few minutes for you to fully recover, Harry’s fingertips drawing gentle circles on your waist and his lips pressing gentle kisses to your lips. Once he felt you start to kiss him back properly, though, your body curving off the bed to press against his, he brought his hand back to the side of your neck. His thumb brushed along the edge of your jaw, across your bottom lip, his eyes watching you intently as you sucked it into your mouth. 

You moved so your body was over his, one of your legs slotted between his. You tugged at his wrist, pulling his thumb from your mouth and linking your fingers together. Bringing your clasped hands down to the bed you kissed along his jaw, gradually making your way down his neck and chest. With one hand he undid the last few buttons of shirt, so by the time your lips reached the butterfly tattooed on his torso the rest of your path was clear. 

You moved to unbuckle his belt, dropping his hand, but he was faster, hands pulling at the leather deftly. You lay back on the bed again, propped up on your elbows as he wiggled out of his jeans and boxers. Harry kneeled over you while he shrugged off his shirt, keeping eye contact with you as he leaned down to kiss you. You let your lips connect, but only briefly, your hands pushing at his chest so he was on his back again. You were determined to finish what you’d started, complete the path of kisses you’d began plotting down his body. And besides, you didn’t think you could handle him touching you again just yet.

Kneeling beside him on the bed, you reached for the discarded make up bag, dropping it to the floor once you’d retrieved the bottle of lube. You pumped a generous amount into your hand before tossing the bottle too. Harry gasped through gritted teeth when you let a few drops drip down onto the head of his cock, the liquid cold on his sensitive skin. You soon warmed him back up though, your hand wrapping around his length and spreading the lube across his skin. Holding the base firmly, you dipped your head to lick the underside of his cock, your open mouth hovering over the head when you reached the top. You stayed there for just a heartbeat, letting him feel the warmth of your breath, before repeating the motion. When you looked up at him through your lashes he was propped up on his elbows, watching you. You dipped your head further, keeping your eyes on his as you wrapped your lips around him. He moaned, his hands gripping the sheets when you started to suck, massaging his slit with your tongue. You closed your eyes, dipping your head lower to take more of him, then coming back up. Your lips pouted around his cock, you looked back up at him. 

Harry leaned his head back with a groan, running his fingers through his hair. You lowered your head again slowly, taking more and more of him into your mouth until you felt like you couldn’t take any more. One hand wrapped around what wouldn’t fit in your mouth, the other cupped his balls and applied gentle pressure, the back of your index finger stroking the sensitive area behind his balls.

“Oh fuck yeah.”

His hips bucked up as he spoke, his cock hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.

“Shit, sorry,” he mumbled, lifting his head to look down at you.

You pulled off him to swallow the excess spit and lube collecting in your mouth, your hand pumping his length, but when you moved to lower your head again he stopped you. His hand cupped your cheek, tilting your face towards his.

“I can’t,” he shook his head, nibbling on his bottom lip. “I need to fuck you.” 

“Okay,” you nodded, sitting back on your heels. “Why didn’t you just say?”

Harry sighed in mock exasperation, prodding your thigh with his finger before standing up. He helped you get to your feet too, catching you when you stumbled off the bed. His hands moved from your waist up to your face, holding your cheeks with both hands as he kissed you. Guiding you over to the table, he pressed a series of firm kisses to your lips, ending with a particularly long one before helping you hop up onto the table. 

You lay back on the hard surface, propped up on your elbows with your legs dangling off the side. Harry stood between your legs, gripping your calves to hitch them up to his waist and pulling you to the very edge of the table.

The height of the table meant you were perfectly aligned - all he had to do was tilt his hips and cock was tucked between your folds, rubbing along the length of your pussy. Completely soaked from your orgasm, your bodies slid together easily, and you hummed contentedly.

Harry repeated the movement a few times, covering himself in you, before letting go of one of your legs to wrap his hand around his length. You giggled breathily when he tapped his cock against your clit a few times, your skin tingling with sensitivity, before he guided himself into you with a heavy moan. Taking hold of your leg again, he used them both as leverage to push himself fully into you.

“Jesus.”

You watched him mutter under his breath as he watched himself slide in and out of you slowly. It felt incredible, you could feel every inch of him in this position, dragging over your most sensitive parts. His head dipped, his expression was one of deep concentration and focus. You watched his abs tense with each deep thrust into you, muscles flexing under his butterfly tattoo. You could just about see the laurels above where your bodies connected, partially obscured by your thighs.

Still just as deep, his movements began to pick up speed. 

“Oh,” you gasped, your head dropping back and your mouth hanging open. 

“You feel,” he paused to grunt with a particularly hard thrust. “So fucking good.”

You just hummed, words evading you. Harry grunted every few thrusts, and you lifted your head to look at him again. His hair had fallen around his face, and he was watching your body jolt on the table with the force of his movements, your breasts bouncing rhythmically. You caught each other’s eyes, a breathless chuckle passing both your lips that clearly said this is incredible, right? He gave a few more harder thrusts, biting his bottom lip, and you whined at how deep he was hitting inside you. 

He shifted, repositioning so your legs were flush to his chest, your ankles above his shoulders. You lay back fully on the table, embracing the stretch in the back of your legs. Harry’s fingers dug into your thighs where he gripped them to his body, his cock somehow even deeper inside you than before. He rolled his hips a few times, dragging his cock across your g spot and making you moan before he started thrusting again. You gasped each time he did, the pitch rising each time. You knew you were being insanely loud, but you literally couldn’t help it. Your hands kneaded your breasts roughly, tweaking your nipples between your fingers, desperately trying to crest the mountain of pleasure rising inside you.

Still holding one of your thighs tight to his chest, still fucking into you persistently, Harry leaned forwards to take over. Your legs hooked over his shoulders, and the new angle meant his pelvis bumped against your clit with every thrust. With his hand clawing at your breast, the pressure building up inside you was ready to snap again.

“I’m gonna come–”

He swore at your moaned admission, his brow furrowing and jaw tensing as he redoubled his efforts. You whined and writhed your way through your third orgasm of the evening, your hands grasping his forearm in a desperate search for something to ground you as pleasure wracked through you.

When you came back to Earth Harry was still pounding into you, but you could tell he was getting closer to his own release. He was moaning and cursing, and his hand on your breast was pushing you against the table as he began to struggle to support his weight. 

He seemed to realise the latter himself, moving his hand to the table by your waist instead, his other hand leaving your thigh and doing the same on your other side. You tried to meet his frantic thrusts as best you could, but after one too many mistimed jerks of your hips you opted to just clench around him, again and again.

He looked down with a groan, as if he could see into where your walls were squeezing him, his hair falling in front of his face . He was close enough now that you could reach up and push it back, letting you see into his pretty green eyes when he looked back up at you. The chain dangling around his neck swung with each slam into you, the cross hitting him squarely in the chest each time. 

You tightened your hand in his hair into a fist, tugging his head back ever so slightly at the same time as you gave a particularly tight pulse around him.

“Fffuck me…”

The words almost got stuck in his throat, his teeth digging hard into his bottom lip as he struggled to form an ‘F’ sound before they burst past his lips forcefully.

Harry moaned loudly as he came, his thrusts not slowing until he was fully spent, releasing inside you in heavy bursts. Eventually slowing to a steady grind, he pushed his cum deeper into you with each roll of his hips

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, leaning down to kiss you messily. You bit his bottom lip as he pulled away, only letting go at the last possible moment to let him straighten up.

He eased your legs down from his shoulders, massaging your thighs. Your hips ached, and your hamstrings were beginning to sting, but you knew you’d do it again in a heartbeat. You might even do it again tomorrow, who could say.

You watched Harry watch himself pull out of you slowly, taking his time to drag out every last moment.

“Stay there, don’t move.”

You weren’t in any particular rush to go anywhere, so you just nodded, laying back with your eyes closed and your legs dangling over the edge of the table. Your eyes flew open again a moment later, a buzzing sound reaching your ears from the other end of the table.

“H,” you whined. “I can’t.”

You sat up to look at him, sitting in a chair at the head of the table and holding the vibrator.

“I think you can, gorgeous.”

He lifted your leg back onto his shoulder, trailing his fingers softly along your outer thigh while he looked to you for confirmation to proceed. You sighed, slumping back against the table. Harry said your name softly, pressing you for an actual answer. 

“Go on then.”

In an instant the toy was pressed to your clit, and your body seized up.

“Holy shit–”

Using two of his fingers, Harry gathered the cum that had started to drip out of you, pushing them and it back inside you. He flipped his hand over with his fingers buried inside you, turning it palm down and pumping in and out while keeping the toy pressed to your clit. He’d turned it on to a pulse setting, his fingers moving in time with the vibrations. 

Your heel was pressed into his back as your legs tensed, your back arching off the table as you whimpered. It was too much, it was all entirely too much, the pulses of the toy getting faster and his fingers matching their pace. You just glimpsed Harry glancing between your face and your pussy before your eyes screwed shut, your lips pressed together, your whole body feeling like it was on fire. 

“Come on, baby, that’s it…”

You nodded your head jerkily at his encouragement. “I- I’m - oh fuck–”

Your pussy clenching and shuddering around his fingers, your leg fell from his shoulder as Harry lunged forward, replacing the toy with his mouth. He sucked on your clit harshly, still fucking his cum into you with his fingers as you came again. 

Your hand flew to the back of his head, keeping his mouth pressed against you until you stopped coming, until you stopped feeling like your entire body was imploding. You collapsed against the table when that moment finally came, Harry’s mouth dragging across your skin to kiss your inner thigh instead. Pulling his fingers out of you slowly, he moved his fingertips along your folds slowly as you came down from your high. It didn’t take long before you were squirming on the table, trying to get away from his touch.

“Mmm okay, stop, please.”

Harry bit the very top of your thigh in response, but did move his hand away. Standing up between your legs, he brought his fingers up to your lips. Your eyes closed, you parted your lips to let him slip them into your mouth, sucking them clean lazily. 

“You good?”

You hummed around his fingers, nodding, and your thighs twitched either side of his. Pulling his fingers from your mouth, Harry leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips before you felt him step away. You heard him move around the room, and then the rustling of him opening your packet of wipes. You just lay there and let him clean you up gently, hearing him mutter I know, I know when you whined, your nerves hypersensitive to his touch. 

You wanted to go to sleep right there on the table as soon as he was done, but he grabbed your forearms and pulled you upright, standing back between your legs.

“Come on, bed.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you slumped against him tiredly. Harry gripped your thighs, lifting you off the table and carrying you to the bed. The bed was wet beneath you where he lay you down, but you didn’t care. Keeping your legs wrapped around him, you tightened his arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible.

“Love you,” he murmured in your ear, kissing your neck. “So much.”

You hummed, a quiet love you too pressed to his shoulder. With one last kiss to your cheek, he pushed up onto his hands so he was hovering over you, arms bracketing your head. 

“Thanks for coming.”

You smiled in reply, your hands holding the sides of his neck and thumbs brushing along his jawline. 

“And for visiting, too.”

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[ chronologically ordered ]

episode 1

introductions

initial pairing

first chat as a couple

cuddle before bed

episode 2

harry’s an ass kinda guy

a challenge sparks jealousy

first kiss

a touch of drama

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summary: harry and y/n have a quickie after the show

cw: just..the filthiest sex. described in gut wrenching, thigh clenching detail. cause i know y’all like that. mwah.

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She couldn’t take her pants off fast enough. The minute Harry strutted his way through the door with his leather jacket prompted over his shoulder with a smirk etched across his lips and sweat glistening down the side of his face. If it wasn’t for the fact she couldn’t mess his costume up, she would’ve fucked him before the show too.

It had been years since she had last seen him in skinny jeans, even if that phase was over, this particular get up made her want to jump him even more than before. The slacks left mystery, but the jeans were tight enough to show everything she wanted to see.

Y/N was quick to pull him into a hard kiss, to which Harry chuckled low as his foot kicked the door closed from behind him while his body leaned into hers. Her fingers grazed underneath the black tanktop as she pulled his sweaty body to the yellow couch that was about to be loaded up. If the crew knew how much sex they had on this couch since tour started, they wouldn’t dare to touch it.

“Did amazing out there,” Her words were fast and messy with a hot breath following after to catch it, “Looked really good too, looked so—handsome,” She fawned as her fingers curled into the black wig that was attached to his head. Harry hummed against her lips, loving the feeling that she was giving him. She wanted him so bad and Harry was going to give it to her.

“And you?” Harry breathed out as his lips attached to the underside of her jaw while his fingers worked on her pants that were already unbuttoned, “That little devil suit you were wearing earlier with your ass hanging out—“ He growled lowly, lapping up her sweet skin with his tongue while she kicked her pants off. “Should’ve kept it on—should’ve let me fuck the little devil out of you,”

She only changed out of it because she was uncomfortable in it, but given the chance, she was gonna have to save that suit for later whenever they wanted to get a little spicy again. A breathy laugh escaped her as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him on top of her on the yellow couch. Harry was already aching in his pants, and looking down to see her panties—she was absolutely fucking soaked.

His thick ring cladded fingers ran over her arousal through her underwear, swiping it off onto his fingers, “All for me?” He murmured as if she had made him the best dinner, and she twitched as Harry’s tongue flicked and lapped over the wetness on his fingers, “Mmm, best dessert I’ve had in quite a bit,”

She shuddered, “Fuck, Harry,” as his lips taunted around the skin of her thighs, creating clusters of goosebumps while her heart hammered in her chest. Setting a hand on top of his head, his lips attached to her soaked panties and parted them enough that his tongue slid out to start lapping around her clit through the fabric.

“Oh my—“ Y/N whined out, her back arching off the couch, but Harry’s large hands firmly gripped her hips and pushed them back onto the cushions as he shoved his head deeper between her legs while his tongue flicked viciously around her clit, only making her panties more and more soaked with his saliva and her arousal that pooled around her folds.

“Tastes so fucking good,” He grunted out, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Harry had been waiting all night to get off stage just to give her what she wanted; what he wanted. All throughout Watermelon Sugar he was salivating at the thought of her pussy riding his tongue. Getting lost in the moment, his fingers hooked underneath her panties and tore them off of her so hard that it burned her skin when the fabric tore.

“Oh—shit! Harry! My—“ She gasped out, nearly in pain, but she didn’t mind it; she loved the pain and pleasure that mixed when Harry took care of her. But he was quick to kiss where the burn was, then ease down back to her glistening folds.

“Look at you,” He awed as his two fingers lapped up and down her folds carefully, watching her flower open up like it was blooming and that’s when he saw how really wet she was, “My god, you drive me fucking crazy,” Harry said to himself in a whisper before sticking his tongue out to lick up her moisture.

It tasted as sweet as her heart was. She was never bitter, she couldn’t be even if she wanted too. The taste itself made his cock throb and ache, creating suffocation and less room in his pants. With each grunt of his hips, he would moan against her pussy. He needed release so bad, but he couldn’t stop flicking his tongue around her walls, tasting the sweetness she had to offer and the songs she sang beautifully while his lips were wrapped around her swollen nub.

“Nnngghh—“ She whined as her hips pushed further down onto his mouth, he was starting to tease her, and it made her sweat. Her stomach was twisting unbearably while her fingers made indents on the cushions of the couch. He was kitten licking her clit. Over. And over. And over. Slowly, teasingly, carefully; god she felt like she was gonna go over the edge when the tip of his tongue made small, excruciating slow circles around her sweet spot. “Harry! Please! It feels so—“ She nearly choked on her own saliva, gasping for breath, “So fucking good, so fuckin—ah!!”

Harry’s grumbles and grunts became louder as his hips used the cushion to release the ache from his leaky cock. He could feel himself drip with each grind, his cheeks flushed yet red at the same time. God, he wanted to suffocate himself inside of her. That’s when he decided he couldn’t wait. His poor cock needed the attention it deserved. He wanted to feel her soaked walls around his length, wanted to hear her screaming his name in his ear, needed more. More. More.

He ripped himself away from her, his wet lips parted and chin glistening with her arousal as he started darkly down at her. They locked eyes, no words being exchanged as he undid his belt and pulled it from the loops before throwing it to the side onto the floor. Within seconds his pants were down to his knees, he didn’t have the patience to kick them off all the way. His cock sprung out from his tight briefs, her eyes trained on the angry red tip that smeared precum to make it creamy and glisten.

“Hands and knees, now,” He demanded while he fisted his cock with his large hand, and she nodded with a smile on her lips. In one swift motion, she put her ass up in the air with her legs spread wide enough for him to fit between while her back arched beautifully and her face hid into the pillow cushion, “Beautiful arch, good girl,” He grumbled as his hands splayed down her spine carefully, nudging his way between her legs before setting his tip at her entrance.

Her flower opened for him immediately. There was no forced entry, she was open for him and he could barely contain how excited he was. She felt Harry’s tip slap her clit a few times, could feel the veins on his cock graze against her pussy and the trail of precum that left around her. Harry stared down at her full, lush ass as he ground his cock against her pussy over and over again, but that wasn’t enough. The tanktop was only in the way, but he was too impatient to take it off.

Instead he grabbed the the hem of his tanktop and placed the fabric between his teeth to bite down on. Y/N looked back at him, a snarl on his face as his teeth shown through. Her eyes gazed around his body, staring at the glistening abs that were prominent with his motions and his happy trail that started at his belly button and sprinkled down to his pelvic bone till she could no longer see.

“So fucking beautiful,” He mumbled through the tanktop as he aligned his tip at her entrance and carefully slid himself in. Harry couldn’t look at her in the face, even when her brows furrowed and her eyes became so doughy and desperate. All he could stare at was the folds of her pussy that wrapped around his enlarged, veiny angry cock, “Oh my fucking—so good, mmh, honey,” Harry whimpered as he leaned forward and started to thrust in and out of her, not very slow, no, he couldn’t. He had a mission and that was to orgasm quickly. Even if he wanted to make it last, he fucking couldn’t. Her pussy wouldn’t ever allow him.

“You’re so big,” She nearly cried as his tip brushed up against her sweet spot over and over again. Her stomach tightened quickly as Harry fucked up into her rapidly, she could feel his hot breath rush from his nose as he placed his forehead on the back of her head, “Just like that, keep fucking me just like that, please please please—“ She was desperate, so fucking desperate, his cock filled her up just right and it made her thighs shake with each thrust.

A loud grunt escaped Harry’s throat, her moans were only fueling the orgasm that boiled in the deepest pits of him. He let go of the tanktop between his lips while grabbing her hand and interlocking their fingers together then pinned their hands down onto the side of the couch. With his other head, he grabbed her face and pulled her head back to kiss her hard on the mouth.

They ate each others moans together as pleasure filled their bodies in ways they’ve never felt before. Maybe it was the adrenaline. Maybe it was the costumes. Who fucking knew, but the sex they were having was primal and messy and disgusting, and desperate.

Y/N pushed her ass back harder against Harry’s cock, making him seeth into her mouth. Hugs tongue hung out as it lapped around hers carefully while his thrusts started to get harder and faster with each grind. Her moans were like heaven, and he hoped to god that if he died, that was the sound he was met with. She may have dressed as a Devil tonight, but god she was an angel sent from heaven with the way he made him feel.

“Gonna—gonna fuckin’ cum,” Harry growled loudly as his fingers grabbed her cheeks tightly and tilted her head back further, “Open your fucking mouth.”

Her eyes were rolling in the back of her head, unable to keep them open from how hard she was getting fucked. Each thrust, his tip would hit her spot just right; just enough to make tears form in the corners of her eyes. Weakly, she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out because she knew exactly what was going to get Harry off.

And he looked down at her with a delivish, dark look before spitting straight into her mouth, “Swallow, angel, take it all for me—“ He grunted out as he ground his cock all the way into her until he bottomed out in her. She moaned out loudly, slapping the side of the couch as her body lurched forward with pleasure, while swallowing down the spit.

Within seconds, Harry felt himself cumming hard inside of her. The feeling alone was enough to make herself cum, but Harry wasn’t going to let her off that easily. His fingers found themselves under her torso and started to rub her swollen clit quickly.

“Harry! Harr—N-no, yes, fuck!” Her voice was hoarse as her orgasm built and built in her stomach, but even with Harry’s orgasm finishing first, he still fucked his cock up into her until she was a withering, soaked mess underneath him, “It feels—oh! Ah! I—I cant!” She nearly sobbed as her orgasm peaked up on her, her stomach sucking in tightly as she held her breath the minute it punched her in the gut.

“Oh,” Harry whined out, flicking her clit over and over again, “Fuck yeah, get it all over my cock, oh fuck yeah—fuck yeah, fuck—“ He kept thrusting up into her until his cock finally softened, and her cum was dripping down her folds, transferring onto his cock and dripping down to his balls.

She was nearly pleading for mercy when Harry’s fingers worked her clit even after the fact, her body shaking as her face hid into the cushion and whines were escaping past her lips like it was going to save her life, but Harry was selfish and wanted to see her crumble.

Because she was Harry’s little slut.

His good girl.

His little devil.

PAIRING: Royal!Harry X Maid!Reader

WHAT IT’S ABOUT: Prince Harry is set to take the throne of Eroda in just one short month. There's a lot to do and handle before he becomes king and he plans to focus fully on his royal duties upon returning to his home. However he didn't plan to meet a young maid who is never afraid to stand her ground and even talk back to him with no care about his title or class. And most importantly, he didn't plan to fall for said maid, especially after the circumstances of their first meeting.

👑 PART ONE

👑PART TWO

👑PART THREE

👑PART FOUR

👑PART FIVE (coming soon)

inspo: coachella set 2. harry receives a blowjob by y/n and he moans “oh fuck yeah” multiple times while stroking her cheeks and hair

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Coachella Night Two.

Harry and his girl could barely stay off each other all night in his dressing room. He could barely slide into his pants before she was kissing down his neck from behind him. Her hands resting at his hips before placing a flat hand over his butterfly that sprawled across his stomach.

Those low waisted pants did something for her. Surely for him too. His ass looked delicious in it. He looked so edible. She couldn’t believe that he was all hers and that she could have him whenever he wanted.

At some point, Harry even had her on the dresser, his eyes staring back at himself in the mirror as he kissed around her shoulder, his fingers pumping in and out of her. His tongue lapped all around her skin, sucking and gnawing to leave bruises.

His fingers prodded around her clit for minutes, but she was so wet that it didn’t take long before she was cumming all over his fingers. While he loved the way she looked, he couldn’t help but stare at himself in the mirror while he fucked her. He knew he looked like a god damn rockstar and he was bathing in the lush of it all.

“I gotta get ready to go on stage,” He said as he grabbed his fur coat, “I’ll see you after the show.”

“No, you aren’t,” She told him as she grabbed his hand. He hadn’t yet put his leather vest on, but instead opted to having just the fur coat on with nothing underneath.

“I’ve got five minutes.” He chuckled, “Really gotta go.”

“That’s all I need.”

Before Harry could say anything more, he was pushed into the couch while she worked on getting his pants pulled to his ankles. The pretty pink fur coat laid carelessly on his sides, exposing his toned body. His abs flexed with each breath he took.

“Gonna suck my cock, baby?” He mumbled as she got onto her knees in front of him. Harry watched as she brought out his hard cock that fell against his stomach with a small thud.

“Anything for my rockstar,” She whispered as she pecked softly kisses up his thighs. He twitched, letting out a soft breath as he watched her kiss up his pelvis before taking his cock into her mouth.

“Mmm, fuck,” He whispered out, thrusting his cock into her mouth lightly. She hallowed her cheeks, closing her eyes as her tongue ran up and down his veiny cock. With each stroke of her mouth, precum dropped into her mouth, and she selfishly sucked it all and swallowed it.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” He whispered softly as his fingers reached out to her cheeks. His fingertips slowly stroked them, feeling his aching cock press against her cheek against his fingers.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” He whispered out as he cupped her jaw with his fingers, thrusting his cock deeper into her mouth. His red tip hit the back of her throat, making her gag, but it was okay. He knew she would tap his thigh if she needed to breath.

“Oh, fuck yeaaaahhh,” He elongated, his jaw slack as he watched her saliva drip down her chin, and around the corners of her mouth with each thrust, “Oh, fuck yeah, oh my god—“

He stroked her hair with his free hand, nodding his head down at her as his tongue poked out to lap around his dry, but swollen lips.

“Gonna cum,” He muttered out, his thumb stroking her cheek slowly, “Oh, fuck yeah, baby. Keep going. Keep fuckin’—“ He strained out as she hollowed her cheeks, bobbing her head faster on his cock.

He let out a loud gasp, his stomach tightening as he felt himself orgasm—long hot ropes of cum down her throat. There was a thin layer of sweat across his forehead, his furry arm raised to wipe it slowly.

She swallowed thickly before pulling off his cock with a loud pop. She wiped her mouth, a small smile on her lips as she pulled herself over him.

“Have a good show, baby,” She pecked his lips, “By the way, this fur coat—bring it home tonight. You’re fucking me in it tonight.”

“Fuck. Will do, baby.” He chuckled out, looking down at pretty pink fur coat that overlapped his body. “Willll fuckingg doooo.”

The Tiffany Club Masterlist

~series~ (ongoing)

~ In which Camille works at an exclusive sex club for high rollers and she runs into a wealthy handsome stranger named Harry twice in one day. When Harry and Camille realize they want to be together can Harry look past Camille's day job?

Tropes: CEO | Sugar Daddy(ish) | Age gap (5 years) | DDlg | sub/dom

Warnings: NSFW, smut, sex work, disordered eating mentions, angst, sub dom themes

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8*

Part 9*