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Hi!! Could I request a one shot with H in his New York denim outfit from this year where the reader is totally obsessed with how he looks and she gives him head before he goes on stage and after the show is done he needs her so bad so they have the most amazing sex? If you feel like writing something along these lines that would be so great. Your works are amazing! Thank youu

Yesssss

Blood Orange was currently performing as he played on the intercoms backstage. Harry and I watched him for a while in secret, even though we caught some cameras pointed at us, before Lambert scolded Harry to get changed.

We held hands as we skipped down the halls of Madison Square Garden, enjoying our temporary stay at the venue. I was joining Harry for his shows in New York before I’d head back home to LA for work. It worked out because we’d be apart for a little while until he was also in LA to wrap up the American leg of the tour.

“Okay, hurry up and change before I get blamed for your tardiness,” I laughed as I pushed Harry into his dressing room, keeping my eyes away from the outfit laid out for him. I liked to be surprised by seeing it when it’s already on him.

“You can always come in and watch me,” Harry winked as he stood on the other side of the door. I slowly closed it with a shake of my head. “You sure? I’ll let you undress me and everything.”

“Yeah, and then you’ll definitely be late on stage because you have the horny tendencies of a caveman,” I joked, shutting the door completely. “Hurry up!” Harry groaned dramatically before whining a childish, ‘fine’.

I ended up in a conversation with some of the crew that had passed by. They were all so kind and I couldn’t help but thank them for allowing us to use their venue and invite all of Harry’s wild fans join us.

In the midst of telling them an old story from the last time we were at MSG, I felt a pair of hands tightly grip my hips and lift me off the ground.

“Y/N L/N!” Harry yelled in my ear, causing a squeal out of me. The few crew members who were standing with me laughed and excused themselves back to work.

I was about to turn around and hit Harry in the chest, but he stopped me by wrapping his arms completely around my waist and stuffing his head in my neck.

“In my dressing room, first,” he whispered. I nodded and led us into his room, eager to see yet another wonderful tour outfit. I waited patiently as one of his hands went to shut the door and lock it behind us. “Okay, ready, baby?”

“As always,” I exclaimed, rubbing my hands together. I heard Harry walk to stand in front of me while his hands circled my hips, probably nervous of my reaction. He took my opinions very serious, for some reason. But he should've known by now that I loved everything he wore.

He sucked in a breath and said, “Open.”

I did as told and immediately gasped at the sight in front of me. My jaw fell agape as I unashamedly examined the outfit he was wearing. What immediately drew my attention was his exposed chest from his open vest, which is my favorite genre of tops Lambert puts him in. And the material of denim and rhinestones within the entire outfit was the cherry on top. As well as the actual cherry on the back.

My eyes wouldn’t leave his prominent abs as he laughed at my choked up words. “Cat got your tongue, baby? How do I look?”

“Very hot,” I blurted accidentally, before clearing my throat. “You look great, Harry. I love it.” A wide smirk grew on his lips as he took a big step closer so our chests touched. I tilted my head up at him from his hovering height.

“What else?” He cocked his head, teasingly, to the side with a shit eating grin.

“What do you mean? I like it, a lot. Your fans are gonna go crazy on Twitter,” I boasted.

Harry suddenly grabbed my jaw to turn my head to the side and his lips brushed my ears. It caught me off guard as I gasped under my breath.

“Tell me what else you’re thinking, baby.”

The cold metal rings around his fingers squeezed against my jaw, bringing a hot stinging feeling. I bit my lip for a moment, but his thumb tugged it out, waiting for a response.

“I... uh... you look very... sexy, and I know everyone is gonna be drooling when they see you tonight,” I added, running my hand shyly down his chest. He slowly brought my face in front of his and our lips brushed each other. I felt his hot breath groan softly as his other hand squeezed my hip.

His eyes were hooded and drunk as he looked down at me. “Y/N, what else? What does this outfit make you want to do to me? Talk to me, baby. I want to know.”

I was never the dirty talking type, and I hated when he tried to bring it out of me because I always ended up feeling embarrassed. He loved to tease the blush that arose on my cheeks and force my eyes on him when I couldn’t hold that contact for long.

I knew exactly what I wanted to do to him. Sit him down and take his cock deep in my mouth. But I couldn’t just say that.

“Well, I want to... kiss you?”

An amused brow lifted as Harry smirked. He was just going to have to work with what he got.

“Where?” He asked, grabbing my hand and bringing my fingers to his lips. “Here?” I shook my head and flickered my eyes lower.

“Down there,” I whispered. Harry walked backwards, leading me to the couch against the wall. The sly smirk wouldn’t leave his lips as he nodded.

“Why don’t you just show me then?”

That I could do.

“Okay, sit,” I pushed his chest and he fell back into the couch. He stretched his arms down the length of the couch and spread his legs wide so I could slot between them.

I dropped to my knees and began unzipping his pants while my eyes fixated on his chest. His abs were prominent, and I couldn’t help but lean forward to plant wet kisses along each muscle. Harry clenched from the feeling and it shot down to his hard cock, suffocating in his pants.

“Take me out, baby. It hurts,” he groaned, shifting in his seat. I blindly stuck my hands under his boxers to pull out his thick cock while brushing my lips along his warm stomach. I kitten licked and kissed his fern tattoos, before sucking harshly. “No marks.”

“I know,” I responded, pulling away and looking up at him. “Wouldn’t want everyone to see, right?” Harry smirked and nodded.

“For your eyes only.”

When I released Harry’s cock from his pants, he gasped at the cold air hitting his tip. He bit his lip and groaned softly. He was painfully hard, so I knew I could get him off quickly and out on stage before anyone came looking for him.

“Think you can take care of me before I have to go?”

“Is that a challenge?” I cocked my head to the side as my hand started to slowly stroke his long length. He sucked in a harsh breath and shook his head.

“If I wasn’t already thinking about feeling the back of your throat earlier, it would be.” I laughed and leaned closer to lick his cock. The underside of my tongue smoothed along and heated his tip, and I earned a soft ‘fuck’ from it.

Harry’s head lolled to the side as his chest heaved, trying his best not to buck his hips in the air. We both knew I loved to tease him by slowing down my movements, like my strokes and flat tongue licking up his length.

My lips puckered to kiss his tip, before I slightly opened my mouth to suck some of him in my mouth. His eyes darted to mine and his breathing stopped to watch carefully.

“Good girl, keep going,” He sighed as my head moved down to swallow more of him. I felt his girthy size slide against the walls of my mouth until it found my throat. I was caught off guard by a sudden gag, and Harry moaned loudly. “Fuck! Yes, yes, baby. Please.”

I pulled back slightly to breathe through my nose and tried it again. I sucked in my cheeks and swirled my tongue against his cock. His hands gripped the top of the couch to hold back from grabbing the back of my head and pushing me down like he usually did. He wanted to tease himself.

My head bobbed for a while and my hand joined to stroke him when he left my mouth. My other hand had found his balls and caressed them before giving them soft squeezes.

“Again, baby,” Harry mumbled as his words were getting mixed with rough groans. He was a raspy breather when he was in pleasure, so hearing him moan as well was my own nonverbal praise.

I did as he asked and fondled with his balls before trailing my sharp nail to outline their shape. Harry squirmed from the sensitive feeling, and the warmth of his cock deep in my mouth.

“Can I move in you, baby? I can’t sit still anymore,” He asked as more of a warning that his hips were threatening to move. I let his cock slide out of my mouth, but my hand continued to stroke him.

He bucked his hips as the cold air hit him again. I giggled and looked up at him with doe eyes. His head dropped down to watch me and my hand while a wide grin spread across his face.

“So fucking gorgeous,” He sighed, before biting his lip.

I created spit in my mouth, and we both stared at it slowly drool from my puckered lips to his tip like come. My tongue spread it around his length, before I swallowed him back in my mouth. When my eyes met his, I nodded shortly for approval for him to thrust into me.

Harry wasted no time in reaching for the back of my head with his hand and lifting his hips from the couch. I relaxed my jaw and concentrated on my breathing as he repeatedly hit the back of my throat. My hands landed on his thighs to steady myself, and I dug my nails into his skin as he reveled the slight pain they caused.

“Yes, yes, yes, Y/N. Fuck me,” He whined drunklike, pounding his cock into my mouth without any remorse. It was hot, he was hot. He was puddy in my hands, and we both knew it. I moaned loudly around his cock, sending vibrations to his most sensitive point.

I lifted my tongue slightly, from where it rested at the bottom of my mouth, to rub against his thrusts and felt the burn of his fast speed. His thighs were tight from his contracted muscles pushing himself up. They were thick and hairy, and one was covered with a tiger tattoo that was usually ridden on by me.

It became a tendency to kiss his thighs because of how obsessed I was about them. That’s why sucking him off was my favorite because they were both situated right beside me.

“I’m close, baby, so fucking close,” Harry panted as he got sloppy and inconsistent with his thrusts. He was getting tired and sensitive that I started to bob my head to finish him off. I hollowed my cheeks in and brought my hand back to stroke him. He had stopped his hips to let me take over again. “Just like that, Y/N. I’m gonna come so hard, baby.”

His balls were heavy as I toyed with them again. I pulled his cock out slightly so he wouldn’t shoot down my throat. I liked to swallow his come on my own and taste him on my tongue. My hand moved faster and my lips suckled on his tip.

Harry’s head tossed back as his mouth fell agape and let out a raspy moan. Soon his come shot out his tip and his cock shriveled soft. I pulled him out and licked the corners of my mouth to make sure I swallowed all of him.

I waited until he came back from his high to open my mouth and stick my tongue out. He leaned forward to rest his elbow on his thigh while his other hand grasped my jaw. He looked down my wide throat and smirked.

“Good girl, baby. Did such a good job for me.”

I blushed and bit my lip shyly. He chuckled and moved to stuff his cock back in his pants. He looked freshly fucked as a layer of sweat formed on his forehead and exposed chest. His hair fell over his eyes as he looked down at what he was doing.

“You’re so hot,” I whimpered, feeling my panties dampen. “I need you.” Harry’s eyes met mine, and they were full of lust. His dimples poked out as he smiled at me. He leaned forward again so our noses touched.

“When I get back, I want you ready to take my cock,” He whispered before kissing me harshly. I smiled and nodded when he pulled away. He chuckled and kissed me once more. “I can’t get enough of you, baby. I’m gonna be so horny on that stage thinking about you that I’ll have to grind on the mic stand to relieve myself. And you’re gonna watch me, Y/N. How turned on you make me.”

“Or maybe it’s your own songs that are turning you on,” I shrugged.

“I couldn’t write Watermelon Sugar without becoming addicted to eating your cunt, now could I?” He argued. “I’ll be looking out there for you. And don’t touch yourself. Understand?” I nodded again.

Harry kissed my forehead before running out his dressing room. He gave me one last glance and a slight shake of his head. I was confused with what that was about, but just brushed it off and got into my outfit for the night.

He was serious when he said he was horny. Harry wouldn’t stop moaning and teasing himself with the mic stand. The screaming fans wanted him so bad, and I could only watch from afar with a proud smile on my face. None of them knew that their idol had his cock down my throat earlier, and soon to be deep in my cunt as soon as the show was over.

After Harry did the whale and threw up a peace sign, he stared out at the crowd and caught his breath. He blew out many kisses and turned to run off the stage while accepting numerous gifts. I watched him leave from my section, but stayed to listen to the rest of the band finish Kiwi before leaving.

I returned to Harry's dressing room, but as I rounded the corner, he was already at the door, about to open it. His eyes darted to me like a predator, sending shivers up my spine.

“Hey, rockstar. The show was amazing as always,” I exclaimed as his smile grew wide.

“Thanks, baby. I saw you dancing like crazy,” He teased, grabbing my hand and shoving me inside his room. I yelped and was about to scold him for making me about to trip, but I was stopped by a pair of lips. My back slammed against the closed door, and his hands moved frantically under my black lace tank top.

I moaned within the kiss and snaked my arms around his neck. My exposed stomach met his and we both were wildly warm.

“I saw what you were doing on stage,” I whispered as I pulled away from his lips. He grew a smug smirk and lifted a brow.

“Yeah, what was I doing, baby?” He asked, traveling his hands to my ass, covered by my red jeans, and squeezing as best as he could due to the material. I tried to open my mouth to speak, but his tongue immediately darted out and circled my own. He moaned and rutted his core with mine. “God I’m so high on adrenaline right now.”

“Please,” I whined, tightened my arms around his neck to bring him closer, if that was even possible. Harry chuckled and started blindly walking backwards. My eyes were fluttered shut as I was brought back into another intimate kiss.

We eventually returned back to the couch we were busy using pre-concert, and Harry turned us around so that I was pushed down first. I laid the length of the couch, but he immediately followed suit on top of me because my arms wouldn't leave his neck. And we were both desperate for our lips to meet once more.

“You never answered my question, baby. What was I doing on stage, huh?” Harry questioned in my mouth, slowly rolling his hips against my cunt and harshly breathing after each.

“You were teasing yourself.”

“How? What was I doing?”

I groaned when his lips left mine to nip at my jaw and suck an eventual mark. “The mic stand.” I couldn’t fucking speak with his newly hard dent in his pants roughly bucking against me. He was moving faster, and so was his breathing.

“Y/N, tell me. What was I doing to the mic stand?” He pulled his face away to meet eyes with me. His arms were planted next to both sides of my head so I felt very trapped under him. I liked it a lot. “Go on, baby.”

I sucked in a breath and nodded. “You were… uh grinding on it and…”

“And what?”

“You were getting hard. And moaning,” I finished, dropping my eyes down from his intense eye contact. I still felt the sly smirk grow on his lips as his hips slowed down, teasing both of us even more.

“Yeah, I was. God I was so hard, baby,” he moaned, craning his neck down so his lips met my ear. “And guess who I was thinking about.”

I knew the answer, but I didn’t want to say it. I was blushing drastically, and when he chuckled in my ear, I knew he was enjoying me getting shy. He gently kissed my ear then behind it, before sucking a mark. His hips picked up their speed, causing both of us to moan.

He wanted me to take his cock out of his pants. My hand slid between us, trailing my nails along his chest. His hips paused but his lips sucked harder, sizzling his teeth to create a bite mark. It felt so good.

“I bet you’re still wet from earlier, Y/N. You need me, don’t you?” He groaned at the thought. “I told you to be ready for my cock after the show. You better hope you are, for your own sake.”

I bit my lip to contain the loud moan I wanted to let out from his words. My hand blindly unzipped his jeans and searched for his cock over his boxers. It was very hard and sensitive because he suddenly jumped from the contact.

“I’m so ready for you,” I whimpered as I squeezed him, and my other hand left his neck to slide his vest off his shoulder. He caught onto what I wanted and shook it off completely and tossing it to the side.

He pulled his head back to brush his lips over mine and groan in my mouth. He tugged my bottom lip between his teeth as his hips rutted against my hand. I giggled softly, but it turned into a gasp as one of his hands found my neck to grab.

“I can’t wait to ruin you all over again,” He whispered, squeezing the sides of my neck and smirking at my words getting caught in my throat. “Are you gonna be a good girl at let me ruin you? Ruin your cunt?”

My head nodded rapidly in desperation. He could do anything he wanted to me, at that moment. “Please,” I begged, squeezing his cock again. His eyes fell dark, and I couldn’t break the hard contact he held us in.

“Need to undress you first, huh?” He suddenly sat up on his knees and looked down at me, the vision of pure sex. Naked chest, layered with sweat and hard pants from all the adrenaline. His hair was matted from being pushed back throughout the whole show but now curled over his forehead.

His hands trailed up my thighs, scratching at the thick material of my jeans, until he reached the waistline and found the zipper. He swiftly unbuckled me and snaked my jeans off my legs. They were pointed to the air, and Harry took each leg to spread and examine.

“So pretty,” He mumbled to himself, before leaning forward to press his lips to my calves. “and so soft, baby.” He let out a long groan as his hips pushed against my center, causing my legs to attempt to close. His arms circled each to part them farther, and his eyes wandered down to my stained panties.

“Harry,” I sighed at each kiss to my legs. His attention wouldn’t leave my wet spot as his lips traveled lower to my inner thighs. I already had faded bite marks from him, not too long ago, which made him smirk and circle his lips around the spots.

His fingers looped around my panties and he backed away slightly to slip them off my legs. My hips lifted to help him before he crumbled them in his hands and hummed. “You won’t be needing these for the rest of the night,” He smirked down at me.

The cold air of the room found my naked core and I shivered from the shocking pleasure. I bit my lip and threw my head back. “Touch me, please,” I begged Harry, yearning for him inside of me.

“Of course, baby. Anything for you,” He cooed, letting my legs fall on both sides of him and bend at my knees. He slid down so he could rest on his stomach and be found between my legs. His eyes locked with mine as his plush lips kissed both sides of my inner thighs. I whimpered and reached for the back of his head.

His tongue poked out and he hovered over my cunt with hard eye contact. I waited impatiently, but he didn’t move. “Fuck,” I whimpered as my hips snapped up on their own and connected his tongue to my cunt. I gasped as he immediately darted himself inside me and curled against my walls before kissing my entire cunt and doing it again.

One of my hands gripped his hair and tugged to pull moans out of him. My other slapped over my mouth to contain my uncontrollable yelps. Harry paused and extended one of his arms to me, holding up two fingers. He motioned for me to suck on them instead, and I gladly did. I grabbed his wrist and cried out around his fingers.

His tongue was doing wonders on my cunt. Thrusting and circling inside of me, before trailing up to my clit and flicking harshly.

“M-m-more,” I stuttered, and it came out as a muffle around his fingers. He switched to sucking on my fold and clit, finally bringing me close to my release. He could tell without me having to say it as my hips moved on their own and rode his mouth. “I... fuck, Harry.”

I whimpered as his tongue left me and his fingers slipped out of my mouth. He sat back up on his knees to shake his jeans off his legs. He was basically throbbing against his boxers as his hand groped his cock to relieve himself.

“Take your top and bra off,” He demanded with his head tossed back in pleasure. I did as told and slid my lace top off, and unlatched my bra from myself, throwing them both to the side. My breasts laid flat but plush against my chest, and my nipples instantly hardened from the whiff of cold air.

Harry finally stopped torturing himself by taking his boxers off and letting his cock slap up against his stomach. He groaned and grabbed himself, stroking his long length, and his jaw fell agape.

I leaned on my elbows to watch him, and our eyes met suddenly, both of us smiling. “Ready, pretty girl?” I nodded desperately and bucked up my hips. He chuckled and brought his cock to my opening, lining himself up.

His hands found my hips as he suddenly snapped his cock inside of me, both of us gasping together before moaning in relief from finally having each other like we wanted. Harry didn’t wait before pounding recklessly into me.

My breasts jumped from the intensity of his thrusts, and one of my hands found my left to grope and flick at its nipple. I sighed and sucked in a breath.

“Yes, fuck!” Harry groaned, watching our centers meet as I clenched around him, already feeling close to my release. “You’re so tight, baby. I can’t fucking get enough of you.”

My hands found his biceps to grip and dig my nails into. I cried out and tossed my head back into the armrest. I was slowly being pushed up the couch from the intensity of his thrusts. I watched his hips roll, and the outline of his prominent V-line, turning me on even more. He was so fucking sexy.

“Whatcha look at, baby?” I heard him chuckle over me, mixed with groans. I glanced up at him with rolled in lips, and he leaned forward to hover over me. His face came close to mine, our foreheads barely touching from my body moving under him. “You look so fuckable under me, just like this. I can’t stop all the thoughts of what I want to do to you right now, Y/N. I’m trying so hard not to—”

“Ruin me... please,” I begged through staggered breaths. “Just, fuck me harder, Harry. I need it so bad.”

Harry’s eyes suddenly darkened. I couldn’t process what was happening by how fast he moved. He flipped me around on my hands and knees, still holding a tight grip on my hips, and giving me a second to steady myself.

He held his cock and pushed himself back in me. I gasped and dropped my head down. I felt the pleasurable burn of his grip holding my hips as he drilled faster into me. One of my hands came around to pull my right ass cheek apart and felt a new sensation.

Harry moaned, “Such a pretty cunt, Y/N. I love it, I love you so much.” My back arched deeply as my teeth sunk into my forearm. I was getting close, but I didn’t want the pleasure to end.

He continued to pump his cock into me, twisting his hips slightly to change the angle and hit the spot he knew all too well. A loud moan escaped my mouth from the first thrust to my g-spot. “Yes, Harry!”

“I know, baby. Only I know your sweet spot, huh?” He sighed, slightly slowing down his movements to cherish the tightness of my walls clenching around him. “You’re close, I can feel you about to pop.”

“Yes, fuck, I am,” I nodded, mustering up the strength to look over my shoulder and meet eyes with him. His jaw was tight and tilted up, and I wanted to lick up his neck, mark it with all my love bites.

His thrusts became sloppy as his hands ran up my spine. His body suddenly fell on top of mine, his chest against my back, and my ass cheeks snapped louder to his hips.

I felt his hard breaths against my neck as his face snuggled itself in my shoulder. He pressed delicate kisses, even though his thrusts were anything but that. His hand came around my body to find my clit, and his sole finger rubbed circles.

“Don’t, don’t stop, Harry,” I moaned, rutting into his hand.

“Never, baby. I can’t ever stop,” He panted, biting down on my shoulder and fastening the circles on my clit. He eventually slapped it and sent a shock all through my body, causing my walls to clench around his throbbing cock. He gasped and did it again to gain the same reaction from me.

One of Harry’s legs slightly lifted off the couch to change the angle once again. I began to sweat from how long and how intense his cock pounded into me, reaching all different kinds of places inside of me. I hummed and met his thrusts by pushing my ass back against him.

“I’m gonna come. Fuck, Harry,” I whimpered, feeling my legs grow weak as they began to shake. “I can’t hold myself.”

Once again, Harry’s cock left me and I was flipped around to my back. His chest met mine as he laid on top and slipped himself back in easily. His face found the crook of my neck and his hands gripped my hips before he was back to pounding at a faster pace than before.

“I’m right behind you. I’m gonna fill you up so much, and you better make sure you keep all of it inside until we get back to the hotel,” He whispered in my ear before kissing behind it. My legs instantly wrapped around his waist, and my heels dug into his ass cheeks. I felt each time he clenched to push himself into me.

“Are you going to let me wear my panties again?” I asked boldly, even though we both knew the answer. He chuckled into my neck, and blatantly ignored my question.

His hand found my clit again as I stuttered my release coming. “How does it feel? Hmmm? Gonna come around me?” My head tossed back as my nails dragged down his back. “Let go, Y/N. I got you, baby, I got you.” I squeezed around his cock and felt the pop in my stomach as I released. I moaned out his name and held him tighter.

“Shit, my fucking god, Y/N,” Harry groaned, bucking his hips into me once more and keeping himself as deep as he could. His voice was raspy and deep in my ear, instantly turning me on again. His release quickly followed suit, and he pumped a few times to push his come deeper.

Our breaths fell in sync as we waited for them to slow down together. Harry unintentionally rutted in me again, causing both of us to gasp. “Shit sorry,” He mumbled, pulling his head back to find my lips. “Your walls are so fucking tight still. I could fuck you all over again,” He whispered before he enveloped us in a passionate kiss. My hands ran up into his hair and tangled my fingers in his curls.

Harry slowly pulled himself out of me and I whimpered at the lost of contact. He chuckled and toyed my tongue with his, capturing us in a steamy make out session.

Post-show sex. Adrenaline. Sweat. Moans.

I love it.

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