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didhewinkback · 11 months

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low rise

absolute filth from the something old universe.

word count: basically 3k, warnings: smut city baby

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You were on him the second the SUV doors opened, pausing for half a second to ensure the partition was rolled all the way up and his door was thoroughly shut before you launched yourself at him. You could feel the sweat from his torso start to seep through the front of your dress from where you were pressed up against him, your lips crashed to his, his hands roaming all over your body, squeezing every so often when you kissed him that much deeper. His fingertips dug into your arse, encouraging the roll of your hips against his as he groaned into your mouth in appreciation.

Time passed but you weren’t aware of it, consumed by the feeling of his hands on your body, his lips on yours, the flex of his thick thighs against yours when you move your hips against his just right. God, you wanted him. Needed him. Needed him to keep moaning into your mouth, needed him to keep kissing you that much harder whenever you tugged on his hair, to keep pulling you impossibly closer to him, like he wanted to consume you whole.

The car rolls to a stop before you expect it to, lost in the heat of the moment, the heat the two of you always create. You pull away slowly, taking in his heaving chest, swollen lips, blown out eyes he wouldn’t tear away from your face. He tucked his fingers under your chin, tilting your mouth back towards his for one more kiss before you slid off of him. He grabs your hand with one hand and adjusts himself with the other, huffing a laugh when you snort. He opens the car door and pulls you out with him as you run through the back entrance of the hotel and into the open elevator, the two of you thanking his security before the doors shut.

Alone again.

The urgency from before has faded a bit with the change of scenery, simmering to a baseline of need. You can feel it thrumming in your veins, desperate to have him alone in your own space again, to get rid of this energy that’s been flowing through you the second he stood on that stage, lifting his arms up and curling his fingers in the air.

He steps up behind you and pulls you flush against him, large hand splaying out against your belly as he ducks down to press slow kisses to your neck. You can hardly hear the ding of each floor over your heavy breathing, unable to focus on anything but the feel of his hands on you, his lips on your skin, the feel of his bare chest against the open back of your dress. You let your eyes flutter shut as he pulls you tighter against him, his hand sliding down your stomach, inching closer and closer to where you need him most.

Ding!

You can feel the elevator doors open to your private floor but you don’t move, unable to do much but melt back into him.

“‘S our floor, love.” he says, voice rumbling deep in his chest as he nips at your earlobe, smirking against your skin before you snap out of it and head towards the door, shaky hands sliding the room key out of your purse and against the door, having to try two or three times to get it right, a bit distracted by the way he’s rutting his hips against your ass, pressing kisses along your jawline.

You stumble through the doors and crash back into each other, fisting your hand through his hair as you pull his mouth back to yours. You push him back against the nearest wall, hands scrambling to pull his vest off, your hands sliding across his chest, nails digging in when he bites down on your lip.

“Need me out of my clothes that bad, do yeh?” he mumbles against your mouth as your hands slide down to the waistband of his trousers, hands slipping against the still damp skin.

“Won’t take very long,” you shoot back, “These bloody trousers –”

“I know, I know” he says, huffing a laugh as he ducks his head down to watch your hands on his body. “Bit more low rise than I anticipated.”

“I’ll say. Practically gave away the goods.” you say as he laughs. “Looked fit though.”

“Yeah? Y’ liked them?” he asks, sliding his along the back of your neck, eyes gleaming when you nod. “C’mere.”

He pulls your mouth to his, kissing you deep from the start, licking into your mouth as his thumb circles your jawline, tilting your head just so to get the angle right. He pulls away to kiss along your neck, ducking his head to drag his lips across your chest before you pull back, hands sliding down his body as you sink to your knees.

Your fingertips dance along the waistband, already hung so low on his hips you can see the laurel tattoos in full as you press your lips to his stomach, tongue darting out to taste the skin, nipping at the tattoos along his v line. Not pausing as you pull down the zipper, slipping your fingers into the waistband of his trousers and calvins, pulling them down.

“‘S this why you jumped me in the car?” he asks, hissing when you wrap a hand around his cock, already hard and ready for you. “Needed to get on y’ knees for me that badly?”

You look up at him, heat rushing through you at the sight of his flushed cheeks, the smirk on his lips, his eyes fluttering shut when you start to press a line of kisses down his length. You can feel the rhinestone tassels from his discarded vest digging into your knees, shifting to kick it away when you hear him mutter curse above you.

“Put it on.” his voice comes out like gravel, tongue darting out to lick at his dry lips as he stares at you, dark eyes unwavering from yours. “The vest.”

You sit back, smirking up at him as your hand falls away from his cock to pull your dress up and over your head. You don’t break eye contact with him as you pull your bra off, watching the way his eyes dip to take in your body, his chest heaving in anticipation as you pull the vest from the floor and slide it on your body.

“Fuck.” His head tilts back against the door as you sit up, wrapping your hand around him once more. His hand comes up to pull your hair away from the back of your neck, leaving his emblazoned name visible across your back as you take him into your mouth. “Shit. That’s it.”

You pump him a few times, pulling him more into your mouth as he softly moans above you, inhaling deeply when you twist your hand just right. You bring your mouth to meet your fist, his moans spurring you on as you move the way you know he likes it.

“Look so good, baby.” his hand tightens in your hair on a particularly hard suck. You pull back to suck at the tip, gliding your tongue along the prominent vein on the underside of his cock as you catch your breath before taking him down again. “Jesus.”

You bob your head a few more times, working him into the back of your throat, relishing in the taste of him, the feel, the way he’s falling apart in your hands, moaning above your head. You slide a hand up his thigh, relishing in the way it tenses under your touch, feeling drunk with power as you can feel the effect you’re having on him.

“Love how my name looks on you. ‘S a perfect fit,” his words were slurring, mumbling nonsense and praise as his hand tightens in your hair before he pulls you off of him, looking down at you with wild eyes as he tries to catch his breath, swallowing harshly before he speaks.

“Didn’t want to - not yet,” he breathes out, pulling you up to your feet, pulling the vest off you to slide his hands all over your skin, planting kisses along your jaw. “Wanna come with my mouth on you. ‘S all I can think about.”

He walks you backwards towards the bed, lightly pushing you onto it once the back of your knees hit the mattress. His eyes rake over your body as he kicks his trousers off, you barely have time to appreciate his naked body standing in front of you, the movement of his abs as he breathes heavily, before he’s on you again, capturing your lips with his as he hovers over you, reaching an arm out to flick the lamp on.

“Need to see you,” he mumbles against your mouth, kissing a line down your neck as he starts to make his way down your body. “Need to see your face when I make y’ cum.”

He takes his time, dragging his lips along your chest, your hands flying up to his hair as he sucks a nipple into his mouth, his hand lightly teasing the other before he switches sides, smirking against your skin when you gasp.

He continues to trail lower, pausing at your belly as his tongue darts out to taste the skin, hands sliding down to your thighs to spread them wide so he can settle in between, kissing a trail along your hip bones before his fingers slide under the waistband of your underwear and pull them down, following their trail down your legs as he kisses at your thighs, your calves, his knees hitting the floor as he pulls your underwear all the way off, planting a kiss at your ankle when he throws the fabric to the side.

He kneads his hands into the muscles of your calves, thumbs digging in, looking up at you with a cheeky glint in his eye before he takes hold of your legs and pulls so your center is right in line with his face.

“Want it like this,” he mutters, throwing one of your legs over your shoulder as he sinks his teeth into your thigh. “Want t’ be covered in you.”

He lightly drags a finger over your slit, the combination of his hot breath against your center and his featherlight touch making your eyes flutter shut before you hear a “tsk.”

“Eyes on me, baby.” he says, leaning in closer as he oh so slowly drags his tongue over your center. “Want you to watch me like you’ve been watching me all night.”

You slowly open your eyes, the image of him on his knees, wrapped in your thighs making fire lick up your spine, the gleam in his eyes making you wetter than you thought possible.

“Good girl.” he says, barely giving you a moment to react before he dives into you, tongue first.

Heat sears through you, a moan punching out of you as he expertly moves his tongue against you, licking into your entrance before sucking your clit into his mouth in steady pulls. You can hear how harshly he’s breathing through his nose, the grunts and groans against your core as he moves his tongue against you, moving in a mind-numbing pattern that is impossible to keep track of.

He loves this, he’s told you as much before, loves that he can take you apart with a few flicks of his tongue, loves that he can taste how much you want him, how much you need him. It’s enough to make you come undone on the spot and that’s when you feel his arm start to shift against your thigh, craning your neck to see his brows furrowed, moaning into you as he wraps a hand around himself, wanking as he sucks your clit, hard.

“Jesus Christ,” you moan, head flopping back onto the bed as your chest heaves, feeling like every single inch of you is on fire.

“Y’ like that? ‘S it good?” he mumbles against you, sucking a mark into your thigh as his arm never slows down. “Y’ got me one handed, baby. Taste so good.”

You slide your hand into his hair and pull as he moans into you, licking into you with smooth, languid licks as his nose nudges against your clit.

“H - I -” you can barely speak, barely think, barely breathe. You can feel the sheen of sweat on the back of your knees, the light tickle of his hair against your inner thighs, melting into the mattress as he takes you apart lick by lick.

“I know baby, I know.” he groans. “Gonna have to come from just my tongue, can y’ do that for me?”

“Yes - I - I’m so close”

“Good girl,” he mutters and you strain your neck to look at him, the utter concentration on his face, the strain of his arms as he gets himself off by getting you off. Jesus. You could feel every muscle in your stomach tighten as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. “Give me a good one.”

He sucks your clit into his mouth, hard, tongue running up and down the bundle of nerves, once, twice and that’s it - a loud moan punches out of you as the coil snaps and you’re coming. Hard. Blood rushing in your ears as you collapse back onto the mattress, trying desperately to catch your breath, his mouth never leaving you as he drags out every inch of your high, his deep licks slowing into delicate kisses.

You prop yourself up to watch him, his deep breaths turning into grunts and moans, his arm not slowing for a second as he turns his head to bite down on your thigh giving himself one more pull before he’s moaning into your skin and coming into his hand, his furrowed brows melting into a look of bliss as he catches his breath. It’s enough to make you want to go again, the way he’s mumbling praise into your skin, cheeky look in his eyes as he looks up at you, messy mouth smirking as his tongue darts out to lick up what’s left there.

You just stare at each other, his head leaning against your thigh, chest heaving with exertion, soft look of love in his eyes as you brush a strand of hair away from his shiny forehead, his head leaning into your palm to plant a kiss there.

“Fucking hell,” you say, flopping back on the mattress as he huffs a laugh, wiping his hand on the comforter before crawling up your body, hovering over you as his eyes graze over your features before ducking down to kiss you, gently licking into your mouth like he’s got all the time in the world.

He pulls back slowly, planting a line of kisses against your cheek, jaw, neck before flopping down next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you into him, his hand lightly running up and down your back as you lean your head into his chest, fingers dancing over his pecs.

“‘M really happy you’re here.” He mumbles into your hair after a few beats of silence.

“I could tell.”

“Oh shit, what gave me away?” he says, feigning disappointment. “Was it my tongue in your cunt?”

He’s barely able to finish the sentence before he breaks into laughter, only laughing harder when you honk out a laugh, holding you closer as he giggles at his own joke.

“Wasn’t exactly subtle, that.” you say with a giggle, propping your chin on his chest to look up at him, the crinkles around his eyes as he laughs, the laughter tinkering out into something softer, his eyes full of affection as he stares back at you.

“Was being serious, y’know.” he says softly. “Thank you for being here. With me.”

“Nowhere else I’d rather be, H.”

“Baby -” he breathes out, cut off by you leaning up to capture his lips in a kiss. His hands slide up into your hair as you open your mouth to his tongue, both moaning softly at the touch. He rolls you over so he’s hovering over you once more, taking you apart kiss by kiss.

“Wan’ to show y’ how happy you make me,” he mumbles against your mouth, kissing a line down your face, taking his time on the skin of your neck. “Gonna show you all night if you let me.”

He continues his trail down your body, reverently taking his time as his lips explore every inch of your skin. You lean back against the bed, feeling the fire stoke in you once more, the fire that never goes away when you’re with him.

There’s more you want to say, like how you’re so happy to be here too, with him, seeing the world the way he gets to see it, seeing him more relaxed at work than he’s ever been. You want to say you also liked the feeling of his name on your back, and all that could mean. You want to say that you can’t believe this is your life, that after all this time of dreaming what a life might look like with him, you can’t believe how good it is, how it’s exceeded your every expectation, how he has exceeded your every expectation.

You want to say all of this but then there’s his breath, and his tongue, and his hands gripping your hips and the words die on your tongue.

“Oh, fuck.”

There’s always tomorrow.

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#didnt edit this bc i couldnt read it through more than once #harry styles smut #harry styles fan fiction #something old #taking a cold shower now / dousing myself in holy water / etc

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