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CHANNING

a harry styles one shot seven thousand words cw - sexual content, alcohol, harsh language, spitting, spanking, choking,

“I can’t believe you almost missed this.” Looking over at me, the dark eyes of my closest friend shine under the overhead lights. “I mean, come on— It’s Harryween.”

Using my pinky to perfect the edge of the color as I look in the mirror, I can’t help but roll my eyes. “Okay well I couldn’t let this costume go to waste.”

“Honestly.” Adjusting the straps of her angel wings, she laughs. “It’s perfect.”

Tucking a lock of wavy copper hair behind my ear, the green foliage sewed to the leather top last minute contrasts against my porcelain skin in the best way.

As soon as the decision was made— the costume just happens to fall into place.

It took me less than a day to buy the ivy from a local craft store along with the needle and thread. Deep in the back of my closet there was a black leather corset, the kind that fastened in a line of delicate hooks up the front, one that pushed my breasts up even higher than normal. Pairing that with the black leather skirt that hit the middle of my thighs seemed like the only option that made sense.

Less than two hours sitting on my couch and watching Succession later and all of the ivy had been sewn into place. After a little maneuvering I even managed to turn the broad, verdant colored leaves to a makeshift garter for each of my thighs.

Standing here in this bathroom and looking at my reflection, the extra ivy twisting from the top of the high topped canvas sneakers on my feet, I can’t help but smile at how good it looks snaking over my toned calves and thick thighs.

Poison Ivy.

“We better get down to the pit before it gets too crazy.” With a wide smile on her face, I laugh along with her as her fingers tangle with mine, pulling me along. “If we’re lucky we can get close to the barricade.”

Staying close behind her, the two of us manage to squeeze through the sea of people, finding a spot in the pit good enough that we would be able to get a decent view.

I’d been to plenty of shows before but it felt like nothing compared to the pit at a Harry Styles show.

Even as the show eventually starts, it’s clear that everyone got the memo to dress up and seeing the man of the hour— I’m so glad this is where I ended up.

The way he looks tonight should be illegal.

The way he’s looking at me?

Criminal.

Up on the stage, I make eye contact with him again as he passes by, my body heating under his gaze for what feels like the millionth time.

“God, he keeps looking at you!” The girl with two boas and a pink cowboy hat next to me says, her eyes wide. “What the fuck?!”

I feel my lips as they turn into a smirk, raising my eyes back to the stage to see him in front of me again.

Being so close to the barricade was an accident. Somehow, someway we managed to make out way closer and closer as the night went on. Dancing with everyone around us all night has been the best part of the show.

Well… That and seeing Harry dressed in the most delicate and detailed costume.

A clown with the prettiest cream fabrics and lace along with the most perfect moon and stars offsetting the lighter colors with their darkness. Even his cheeks have the rosiest hue— complete with little pearl drops along his cheeks and above his brows.

Nothing too scary, but something just sexy enough.

As he plays the song everyone longs to hear, this time when lyrics roll off of his heart shaped lips in front of me, there’s no mistaking it.

‘And when I sleep, I'm gonna dream of how you —‘

Eyes set on mine, he brings the tip of each finger to his flattened tongue, a tease of how he would certainly be able to please between the sheets.

Rolling my eyes as my best friend grabs my arm, her fingers pressing into the bare skin of my bicep, I find his gaze lingering before he moves on — deciding to entertain the other side of his stage before making his exit.

It feels like the scene of a documentary as the end of the show finally unfolds and people make their way from the stadium, a mass of people all looking for something to get them as high as the feeling Harry Styles gives them.

Laughing on the way out, I give the longest hugs that I can manage before slipping out into the night to find the small bar that has always welcomed me on a night like tonight.

A night when I’m not ready to dream quite yet.

Between the way the city never sleeps and the people out for their own version of tricks and treats, it feels like hours before I find what I’m looking for even if it’s not terribly far away from where I started.

Still dressed in the costume I threw together at the last minute, I don’t even find myself caring much about that. People from all across the city are dressed in various Halloween get ups— making it that much easier to blend in.

Even if the majority of my skin feels like it’s on display.

Smiling as I grip the door handle, it’s the large hand that covers mine that makes my heart race.

The anchor tattoo.

The mermaid.

The cross.

Turning on my heel, the same eyes that looked into mine in front of thirty thousand people trace over my face — over my freckles, over my cheekbones… Over my lips.

“It’s you.” Low and raspy, the accent drips off his lips as they turn into a sinister grin.

Rolling my tongue along the inside of my cheek, I watch his eyes follow the movement as I press through the door and let him follow.

“It’s me.”

The bar is small and dimly lit, the best place to come if you don’t want to be found.

I’ve come here for years, a product of begging to be lost.

Turning my back on him, I make my way to the bar and sit on one of the stools, smiling as the bartender makes his way down to me. I can feel Harry’s presence as he slides onto the stool next to me, his thigh brushing against the skin of my thigh that my skirt doesn’t cover.

“Hey, babe.” Leaning over the bar and kissing my cheek, the familiar face behind the bar places a shot glass on the counter before filling it with tequila and placing a lime along the rim, sliding it to me. “How was your night?”

My face turns towards the man next to me, his features sharper in the low light as he studies me carefully before I look away from him with a shrug. “It was okay.”

A laugh falls from his lips as he leans into me, his lips brushing against my ear. “Okay? Is that all you have to say about me?”

“Maybe it is.” My shoulders lift in a shrug as I turn to face him, reaching for the shot and taking it, watching Harry as his eyes focus on my lips where I taste the lime. “Why? Are your feelings hurt?”

Catching the attention of the person behind the bar, those mossy eyes hold mine as he orders. “Can I please have four shots of tequila?”

“You alright with this guy, Chan?” Looking between the two of us, his eyes narrow in Harry’s direction.

I laugh. “We’re good. You can pull your best friend shit somewhere else.”

Rolling his eyes, he pours the shots out for the two of us. Leaving a small bowl of salt and limes before making his back to the other end of the bar.

“Chan?” Harry’s voice is rich and smooth, just like you always hear about. “Is that short for Chandler?”

I shake my head as I bring my hand up and flatten my tongue before running it across the back of my hand, eyes locked on his. “No, it’s not.”

“Are you going to tell me?” Watching my every move, his green eyes watch as I pinch salt between my fingers and let it fall to my skin.

“Should I?” Once again, I flatten my tongue across the same spot and taste the salt before picking up the small glass of liquor, tipping it back and letting it burn down my throat. “What’s in it for me if I do?”

Tension unlike I’ve ever known settled between us.

Somewhere my brain tells me to be careful, but the reckless part of me says that sometimes things are just meant to happen.

The odds of running into a man like him are practically zero. Yet here I am with flushed skin from the warmth of his proximity.

I reach for the lime but Harry beats me to it, holding it between his thumb and forefinger and pressing the acidic fruit to my bottom lip, eyes begging for me to open for him.

“Suck.”

Wrapping my fingers around his wrist, I flick my tongue across the broad side of the lime before wrapping my lips around it and following the simple instructions.

“So you do know how to listen.” Harry pulls his hand away from me before dropping the fruit back into the empty shot glass.

Tilting my head back, I laugh.

Pressing my hand on his thigh and leaning forward, this time my lips brush against his ear. “I only listen when I feel like it.”

“Hmm.” He hums as he leans back, eyes looking over my body. “Do you feel like listening tonight?”

I shake my head as he reaches for my hand and pulls me in close, his eyes burning through me as his tongue darts out and presses to my skin along my forearm. Holding me in place and using his other hand, he easily sprinkles the salt along my heated skin before flattening his tongue and tasting it.

My breath hitches in my throat as his fingers tip the glass back, taking the lime and holding it out for me. Taking the hint, I bite onto it and lean towards him letting him take it from me with a smug grin on his face. His lips brush against mine for only a moment before he leans away from me, sucking the juice out of the fruit to chase the bitter taste of the liquor. “Come on, tell me your name.”

“I’ll tell you on one condition.” Squeezing his thigh, I brush my lips against the base of his throat, smiling when I feel him swallow thickly.

“And what’s that?” Gripping my chin, Harry tilts my head backwards and grins at me, his notorious bunny teeth biting into his bottom lip.

I roll my tongue along my bottom lip, watching as his eyes drop to my mouth. “You keep staring at my lips like you want them to do something.”

“Yeah?” His grip on my chin tightens. “What if I want to put them to work?”

I lick my bottom lip as my breathing shallows, giving Harry the opportunity to press his thumb into the small bowl of salt and brush it along my bottom lip. “I’d say you talk a lot for someone who hasn’t made a move yet.”

Harry’s eyes darken as he leans in, flicking his tongue along my bottom lip and tasting the salt. Reaching for one of the last two shots that he ordered, I watch as he pours the liquid into his mouth before using his thumb to pull on my bottom lip in a silent request.

Running my tongue along my lower lip and opening my mouth for him, I can’t even be bothered to be surrounded by other people or the sound that comes from the back of my mouth when he spits the liquor onto my waiting tongue.

Grabbing the lime and holding it against the skin of my throat, I’m almost embarrassed by the whimper that falls from my lips when he squeezes the wedge and his warm tongue catches the juice as it rolls down the column of my throat as I swallow.

“That’s right… Swallow for me, pretty girl.”

I can barely register his words before his lips are on mine and I can taste the flavor on his tongue as it finds mine, one of his hands sliding back into the waves at the nape of my neck and the other slipping just under the hem of my skirt and past the dark leaves of my costume.

He kisses me hard and with no abandon, as if he wants nothing more than to devour me. Leaning closer to him and hooking my finger into the waistband of his pants, I moan lightly when his teeth drag across my bottom lip.

“I need to get you alone.” He mumbles, his hand sliding along the inside of my thigh as his fingertips dance across my skin. “Need you on your knees while I watch those lips wrap around me.

I gasp when he drops his lips to my neck, nipping and sucking my skin. “There’s a private bathroom in the office— fuck, down the hall.”

Leaving the last shot, Harry takes my hand and pulls me towards the hallway that leads us in the right direction. With his arms wrapping around my body from behind, once we stop just long enough for me to punch in the code for the keypad I can feel him hard and ready behind me.

“If you don’t hurry, I’m going to take you right fucking here.” Nipping my earlobe, Harry plays with the hem of my skirt as his hand grips my throat and turns my head to the side, giving him more access. “How many ways are you going to let me fuck you, pretty girl?”

“Fuck.” Punching the last number into the keypad, when it beeps twice and I turn the handle, it opens easily.

We barely make it into the room and slam the door before Harry turns on me, pressing my body into the door and pressing his thigh between my legs, pinning me in place.

His mouth is on mine in a messy and hungry kiss all while his hands take their time exploring my body. From my breasts to my ass, not one place goes unnoticed by his skilled hands.

“This fucking costume.” Bringing the skin at the base of my throat between his teeth only to soothe it with his tongue, I shiver when he drags his finger along the top of the ivy, digging behind it enough to trace my skin. “People think that it’s so bright on stage and that I can’t see, but I do — I fucking see everything.”

Kissing under my jaw, his hands work the hooks that line the front of the top, one by one. “Tell me what you saw, Harry.

“You want to know?” Dragging his tongue across the swell of my breasts, I reach up and run my nails across his scalp, making him moan. “I saw you, dressed in this—“ Releasing the last button and letting the top of the corset fall to the floor, Harry cups both of my breasts and squeezes them, pinching each nipple at the same time. “I watched you dance, seeing your perfect ass sway from side to side like you didn’t give a single fuck that I was on that stage.”

Dropping down, Harry runs his tongue across the sensitive peak a moment before taking it between his teeth, pulling back enough to make me gasp. “I didn’t— I was more of a Niall girl—”

“Beautiful and bratty, huh?” His fingers find my throat as I smile, pressing into my skin just enough that my lips part on an exhale from the rush. “The only name that's going to come off your lips tonight is mine.”

“You seem so—.” My thoughts all but disappear when I feel Harry reach down and slip his hand under the tight material of my skirt after tracing the edge of the garter along my thighs.

Taking my nipple back into his mouth and teasing, he pulls back to look at me as his knuckle presses into my clit over the fabric of my underwear. “I seem so what, Chan? You won’t even tell me your name yet here you are — dripping down the inside of your thighs for me.”

“So full of yourself.” I finally get out. “Maybe you really are an arrogant son of a bitch, aren’t you?”

Pushing the fabric aside, Harry doesn’t even pace himself, sliding two fingers deep inside of me and making me cry out as his thumb circles my clit with so much pressure it borders pain. “You have no fucking idea.”

“Harry—“ I moan.

Curling his fingers, I feel like my body is on overdrive as he works an orgasm out of my body quicker than even I’ve been able to do it. . “Come on my fingers for me, baby. Let me feel it.”

Reaching out and gripping his shoulders, I can see the dark evergreen of his eyes just on the rim of his blown out pupils under the lights as his breath comes out shallow, the muscles under his skin flexing as he works me even harder through my orgasm.

Once my body loses all of the tension I tip forward into Harry’s arms with a laugh. “Jesus.”

“Yeah? That good?” He smirks as he wraps my hair around his fist. Once, twice. “Chan, I need to ask you something.”

I nod, my eyes the only things he’s focused on. “Now you want to ask questions?”

“I’m serious.” His nose brushes mine before he places a soft kiss to my lips, a complete contrast to the way he just coaxed a release from my body. “I need to know that if you don’t like something or you want me to stop that you’ll tell me, okay?”

I nod, pressing another soft kiss to his lips, taking my time to enjoy the way his tongue feels moving with mine. “I promise.”

“Are you sure?” His eyes burn into my features looking for any sign of hesitance.

“I’m sure.” Getting impatient, I nip his bottom lip. “Now, are you going to fuck me or stand here and be a gentleman all night? Which one is it?”

“Such a fucking mouth on you.” Flexing his hand in my hair and pulling tighter, there’s no option but for me to sink to my knees as Harry guides me. “I hope you know how to use it for more than just your attitude.”

Sitting back on my heels, I lick my lips. “Only one way to find out.”

“Go on then.” Nodding towards his straining cock beneath the fabric of his pants, he waits for me to undo the button. “Let me watch you choke on my cock so that you can’t talk back to me.”

When my hands finally free him, I whimper at the same time Harry’s groan fills the small office. Leaking with precome, I flick the tip of my tongue to collect the pearly drops.

“Pinch my thigh if it gets to be too much, yeah?” Using his hand that doesn’t still have my hair wrapped around his fist, he cups my jaw and runs his thumb across my cheek as I nod. “Be a good girl and open your mouth for me.”

Taking Harry into my mouth, I wish I could take a picture of how he looks from this angle. His head tilts back as a moan curves around his lips, I swear to god I’ve never seen anything sexier in my entire life. Pushing his hips forward slowly, I hollow my cheeks as I use my tongue to feel every single ridge and vein he has to offer me. My hands rest on his thighs as he drops his head down and meets my gaze.

“I’m going to go harder, is that okay?” With his cock still in my mouth, I nod. “Good fucking girl, good girl.”

Harry pushes his thighs even deeper, groaning at the feeling of his cock sliding down the back of my throat and making the muscles constrict around him from the intrusion. It feels like so much pressure and not enough at the same time as he repeats the action. Tears form in my waterline as I choke over and over, the tears spilling out onto my cheeks.

“See how good you're taking my cock down your pretty little throat?” Sliding his hand from my cheek, I moan around him as his hand rests across my throat. “Fuck, are you going to swallow for me?”

I choke once more, nodding.

“Good.”

It’s one word that precedes his release, one that I make good on my promise and swallow every drop of.

Once Harry pulls back, I take a deep breath and look up to him for only a moment before he pulls me to my feet and spins us around. Lifting me up and sitting me onto the desk, stepping between my legs and tracing his fingers over the edges of the ivy still wrapped around me.

Instantly his lips are on mine, groaning at his own tastes as he reaches between my legs and pushes the material of the leather skirt up, his fingers finding the sensitive nerve at the apex of my thighs as my hips roll forward to meet the friction.

“Are you this wet for me?” Lips ghosting over mine, his fingers find my nipple, pinching. “Do you want a taste?”

“Yes, please.” I say, looking into his eyes as he brings his fingers up, smearing the arousal across my bottom lip before kissing me again.

It’s impossible not to feel crazed as his hands fall to my thighs and push up my skirt, watching as it bunches up around my hips. “Lay back for me.”

Placing his hand in the center of my chest, I fall back onto the desk and whimper when I feel his warm lips leaving lingering kisses along the inside of my thighs.

“Look at you, so willing to let me do whatever I want with you tonight. I don’t even want to unwrap this pretty package you’ve put on for me.” His breath ghost across my center, the anticipation making me feel like I could explode at any minute. “I guess I got lucky— finding you on a night where you want to listen. A night where you want to be told what to do. Am I right?”

Harry doesn’t give the time to formulate an answer, his tongue immediately pressing into my clit before sucking it into his mouth. The action takes me by surprise as my back arches off the desk and my hands search for anything to hold onto.

Dragging patterns across the nerve, I cry out his name as he devours me like he’s never done before. As he releases my clit, his tongue finds my entrance and makes a languid path through my arousal before reaching the place I want him the most.

Up and down.

Side to side.

The stimulation makes my thighs shake as he tugs my hips toward him until my ass hangs off the desk and he pulls my dripping cunt even further into his face.

“Harry, fuck.” My hands flip, nails digging into the wood of the desk no doubt leaving marks. “Right there, fuck. I’ve never— never been so close so fast—“

Pushing myself up to my elbows, I let my head roll back as Harry rolls my clit between his teeth before pulling back, delivering a harsh slap to my outer thigh.

“Do you want to come for me?” Pressing a kiss to the inside of my knee, he raises a brow in my direction and smirks when I nod. “If you want to come for me— if you’re going to scream my name— you’re going to watch me as you do it. You’re going to watch me devour you like my last meal, do you understand?”

I bite my bottom lip and nod, resisting the urge to roll my head back when he immediately finds my clit and brings two fingers to my entrance, pushing them in and finding my g-spot.

“Harry.” His name falls off my lips like a prayer as he keeps his eyes on mine. “Please, please let me come. I need it, I—

I feel it as my body gives into the pleasure Harry so willingly gives.

My back arches, my breast pushing up into the air and not even a sound is able to pour from my mouth. Reaching out to grasp something and knocking a cup of pens onto the floor behind me, I cry out.

“Let everyone know who makes you feel this good.” Standing up, Harry looks down at me as he fists his cock in his hand. “I need to be inside of you right fucking now.”

“Condom?” I ask, still trying to catch my breath.

Harry reaches behind him and grabs his wallet, pulling one out and ripping it open with his teeth before rolling it on his length. “Tell me what you want? Hard? Soft?”

“Give me what nobody else can, don’t fucking hold back.” I grit out, feeling him run his cock along my clit. “Prove to me that you can fuck as good as everyone thinks you can.”

Harry smiles down at me only a moment before thrusting his hips forward, burying himself as deep as possible, making me scream out for him. “How’s that for a start? You’re so fucking wet for me.”

“Harry!” I cry. “I need it just like that, so deep.”

Pulling his hips back, Harry leans over to kiss me as he thrusts again, the power behind it pushing the desk forward an inch. “Yeah? You like feeling like this? Feeling so fucking full that you can’t stand it. Fuck, you take my cock so fucking well, so fucking well.”

“You’re so big, shit.” I moan, my head lolling to the side as his hands spread across my waist and grip me before slamming into me. “God. It feels so— so fucking good.”

“You can take it.” Harry moans above me, his eyes going back and forth between my face to where he disappears inside of me, watching as I take every inch of him. “It feels like this was made for me. So tight, so warm.”

“Please, I need more—“

At my words alone, Harry pulls out and pulls me off the desk and turns me around. Pressing his hand between my shoulder blades, he bends me over the desk before pushing my skirt back up around my waist and grips the waistband to hold me in place.

“Is this what you wanted?” Peering at him over my shoulder, I open my mouth on a breathless moan when his hand cracks across the left side of my ass — quickly followed by the right. “Did you need me to fuck you from behind so I could spank you like this? Huh?”

I feel Harry as he slowly pushes his hips forward, filling me. Listening to his moans as they bounce off the walls, my own whimpers mix with the sound. Gripping my hips, he takes his time as he works so slow — each inch more agonizing than the last before his hips press against my ass.

“Are you going soft on me back there?” Looking at him over my shoulder, I smirk when fire flashes behind his eyes. “Is the guy from the bar all of a sudden gone?”

Harry rolls his tongue along the inside of his cheek, shaking his head before raising his hand and delivering a harsh slap, one that’s sure to leave his handprint behind.

“I know you fucking like that, don’t you? You’re squeezing my cock like it’s the best thing you’ve ever felt.” Fingers digging into my hips, I moan when he pulls me back onto his cock and buries himself even deeper. “Tell me — tell me I'm the best you’ve ever had.”

Gripping the edge of the desk, I try to ground myself as Harry brushes against my g-spot with every single thrust, the pull in the base of my spine getting so strong that I don’t know how much longer I'll be able to hold out.

“I’ve neve been fucked like this.” I cry. “Nobody has ever, ever made me feel so fucking good.”

My eyes roll back as Harry presses his fingers against my clit and works them in time with his trusts, making me push up onto the tips of my toes in search of the release that isn’t far off.

“Like that, oh my god.” Panting, I meet him thrust for thrust as he fucks me harder and harder. “I'm so close.”

“Come on pretty poison girl, soak my cock for me.” Gripping the back of my neck, Harry presses me into the desk and gives me everything he has until my body gives up, releasing around him. “Fuck. you feel so good when you come around me like that. So damn good.”

Slowing his rhythm, Harry sweeps my hair off of my back and leans over me, pressing kisses up the curve of my spine. “Harry.”

“Yes?” His voice is soft as he presses a kiss to my shoulder. “You are incredible.”

“One more.” The words fall from my lips even though I know that I'm so fucked, that I know I won’t last much longer. “I want one more.”

Stopping his movements, I feel Harry chuckle. “You think you can handle me again?”

“I want to see you.” I say, my eyes darting toward the door of the bathroom. “Let me watch you come undone over me.”

Harry grins as he pulls out, the loss of him more than I expected. “I never would have guessed the woman in the crowd would be able to fuck me so well.”

“You shouldn’t underestimate people, Harry.” I walk in front of him, listening to the way he moans when he sees my own release dripping down the inside of my thighs. “Do you like what you see?”

“Fuck.” Running his hand through his curls. He looks freshly fucked and I can’t wait to finish him. “Let me see you.”

Stepping into the bathroom and turning on the light, the sleek and modern design is perfect. Turning, Harry steps close and finds my lips with his, taking his time to kiss me as his hands once again wander my body.

When he takes my nipple into his mouth, I let my head tilt back. “Come on. Give me what I want.”

“So fucking needy.” Harry responds, turning me around and pinning me against the counter. “Bend over, you pretty slut.” Pressing my ass out and shaking it from side to side, I cry out when Harry strikes his palm across each cheek. “How many?”

The tone in his voice makes me moan. “Fuck.”

“I said—“ Cracking down his palm again, he steps up behind me, pushing just his tip inside of my throbbing center. “How many.”

“Until you think I’ve had enough.”

I arch my back when he thrusts forward, his hand connecting with my ass even harder. “What if I never get enough. huh?”

“Harry—“

“What if I'm starting to think one night isn’t enough for me?” He thrusts so deep and I’m so sensitive that it feels so good, I clench around him. “Fuck, when you grip my cock like that I never want to leave — I could fuck you all damn night.”

I moan as I meet his gaze in the mirror, looking at the tattoos on his arms as he slides his hands up my back, gripping my shoulders and pulling me back onto his cock. “Don’t say that.”

“What? Don’t say that I want you?” Bringing his palm against my skin, his gaze locks on mine. “This— fuck, this isn’t normal.”

“What?” I ask, biting my bottom lip and letting my head fall forward. “What isn’t—”

“Feeling like this after one night.” Thrusting into me so hard that I scream, I feel tears in my eyes over the way my body feels ready to give into him again. “I’ve never had sex like this, never fucked anyone this good.”

I let my head fall to the side as my cheek presses against the cool counter, the sound of our bodies meeting echoing through the small room. “That’s because you've never been with someone like me before.”

“Fuck—“ Harry is relentless as he searches for his release. “I need you to come for me again, please.”

Begging me, his eyes are hazy as he looks at me, gaze looking with mine until with one thrust, my body shatters around his. “Harry!”

“Oh, shit—“

I watch as his head rolls back and his body stills for just a moment before his hips slowly guide in and out of me, riding us through the orgasms we’ve given each other.

“There you go, pretty girl.” Running his hands up and down my back. I take a deep breath. “You’re so fucking good. So good, Chan.”

I take a deep breath as I try to center myself. “Harry, that was—“

Resting his forehead between my shoulder blades, his warm breath skates across my skin. “I didn’t know it would be like that when I saw you tonight, the woman dressed with ivy across her body— that the vines would wrap around me and pull me in.”

“I don’t know why you’re the surprised one.” I say, wetting my lips. “You’re the one that showed up here. How?”

Harry pulls out, a whimper falling from my lips at the loss of him. “I don’t know… I wanted to get a drink somewhere where I wouldn’t feel like Harry Styles — I wanted to go somewhere small and local.”

“And you ended up here?” I ask, looking up at him from under my lashes.

Grabbing a hand towel, Harry presses a kiss to my temple before running it under warm water and hoisting me onto the counter, laughing as I wince.

“I ended up here.” He smiles as he reaches his hand between my legs, kissing me when I gasp as he runs the warm cloth over my sensitive clit.

We both look at each other and it’s almost like Harry can’t help it when he leans down to kiss me, taking his time as his hands come up to cup my cheeks.

“Let’s get you dressed, okay?” He speaks the words against my lips but makes no move to let me off the counter to grab my top. “Maybe in a few minutes.”

I laugh. “Come on, we have to get out of here before someone comes in.”

“I hope they do.” kissing down the side of my neck, Harry rests his forehead against my collarbone. “I need everyone to know I was with you — that you’ve been fucked you harder than you ever have in your life.”

Resting my hand in the middle of his chest, I push him backwards and hop off the counter on shaky legs, Harry laughing as he rests his hands on my hips to guide me back into the office.

“Here, let me help you.” It’s a sweet gesture to see a man like him help me back into my top, watching as he uses all of his concentration to make sure every hook gets fastened properly while he doesn’t disturb the leaves.

“Thank you… For tonight.” I say, looking over his features. “I really had a good time.”

Harry smiles and brushes a lock of hair from off my face. “I did too.”

I give him one last smile, reaching for the door handle.

Before I turn it, Harry reaches for my hand, turning me and pressing me into the door one last time, finding my lips with his own.

Unlike most of the kisses tonight, this one is so slow, so gentle.

“I know I'm asking a lot, but I need to be able to see you again — I don't know what my brain is doing to me, but I just know that I need it.” The look in his eyes is so full of hope, so soft. “I’ll understand if you say no.”

“Here.” I hold my hand out, hoping he gets the hint.

When he does, he takes his phone out of his pocket and hands it over. I easily put my name and number in before giving it back to him, watching his lips curl up with a grin.

“Channing?” Looking from his phone to me, I smile as my hand grips the doorknob and finally push it open.

I wink at him as I step out into the hall. “It’s me.”

He steps forward and grips my hip one last time. bringing his lips down to mine.

“It’s you.”

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- harry styles one shot

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“So, this is it.”

Logan turns in front of me, those flowers in her hands and a smile on her face as my back now faces the windows behind her desk.

We’ve just spent the last two hours going through the museum, her talking while I listened.

She let me steal kisses from her and wrap my arm around her like she was mine and nobody else’s, something we don’t feel like we get to do very much.

At least not in public.

I watched her explain everything she knew about each and every single thing she picked for this museum. Watching the way her eyes were full of stars was enough to almost make me ask her to do it again.

Even watching her down in the preservation room.

It hit me all at once when I watched her handle a piece painted during the Renaissance, turning it over so gently in her hands covered in a pair of white gloves, smiling at her coworker like they had just discovered gold.

I love her.

Each and every part of her I long for.

Seeing her here, in her office, she’s the only one I want to see.

The one that could pull me into the open waters of a storm.

Her.

Closing the space between us, my hands rest on her hips as I walk us backwards, all the way until her ass bumps against the desk.

“I think it’s perfect.” My lips brush hers and she smiles. “You gonna put those flowers into some water?”

Her words make me smile. “I think I have a vase in one of the cabinets.”

I hum as I kiss her, my lips moving with hers in a dance all our own, letting my hands slide from her waist around to her ass. “We should get it out.”

“We should.” Moving her hands from in front of us, she sits the flowers down on the middle of her desk as her lips open for me, her tongue pressing to mine.

Getting caught up in her is my favorite thing to do, even though I know this isn’t the place to do it— I don’t care.

Dropping my kiss from her lips, when she lets her head move to the side I take it as an invitation to keep going, letting my lips glide along her skin.

“I locked the door.”

Just hearing those words come from her mouth spark a fire under my skin as I pull the front of her shirt to the side, leaving a harsh mark against her skin before soothing it with my tongue after.

“Yeah?” Finding the waistband of her pants, I nip her bottom lip as I undo the button and pull the fabric of her shirt out. “And why did you do that?”

Dipping my finger just under the hem of her underwear, I can feel my pulse all the way in the tip of my length as she whimpers.

“So you could touch me.” Returning my kiss, her own lips find a path along my jaw. “Or are you too scared?”

I pull back, looking down at her as my tongue runs along the inside of my cheek, a dark chuckle coming from my throat. Sliding my hands under the silk shirt, I groan when I feel her warm skin under my fingertips, leaning down to let my lips brush against her ear.

“You think I’m too scared to fuck you right here, right now?” My thumbs brush over her nipples, peaked below the lace of her bra. “Take this off for me.”

Those dark eyes meet mine, the slice of blue as bright as ever, as she raises an eyebrow, challenging me unlike anyone I’ve ever known. “And if I don’t?”

Reaching up, I grip her jaw, watching her pupils expand with darkness. “Now.”

I hold her there, squeezing just a little more until her fingers feel the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it to the floor behind us.

“See?” Pressing a kiss to the middle of her collarbone, I smile. “Look how easy it is to listen to me.”

Dragging my tongue across her skin, my teeth nip at the swell of her breast at the top of her nude colored bra. When I hook my finger into the material and pull it down, my lips find her sensitive nipple in no time, bringing it to my mouth and listening to her moan above me.

“Harry—“ That voice calls my name as Logan slides her hand behind my head, fingernails scratching along my scalp and making me moan against her. “Fuck.”

I pull back just long enough to rid her of the periwinkle colored pants, letting them pool at her feet before kicking them to the side and lifting her up to sit on the desk.

“Look at that.” Dropping my eyes to the dark spot at the front of her underwear, I meet her eyes as my knuckle presses into her clit over the fabric. “So responsive for me already.”

Moving her hips, Logan searches for more contact. “Why do you always tease me?”

“You think this is me teasing you?” Reaching behind her, I unclasp her bra and watch her toss it to the side. “I’d hate to see you when I really tease you. There would be tears coming from these pretty eyes and you’d be begging for me to let you come. Is that what you want?”

Logan shakes her head, eyes still locked with mine. “Not now— please just fuck me.”

Standing in front of her, I couldn’t paint a better picture.

Leaning back on her hands and looking at me with eyes that say so much more than words ever could, I lean in to kiss her.

Just once on the lips.

From there, my lips move straight down the center of her body.

Eventually making it to the place she wants me the most, I drop down to my knees placing gentle kisses along the inside of her thighs.

Sliding my finger into the side of the lace, I bring it to the side before running my tongue through her one time, pulling back to press my thumb into her clit.

“Maybe I’ll tease you anyway, yeah?” Grinning up at her, I watch as she bites her bottom lip at the same time she opens her legs for me just a little more. “Get you nice and wet for me, fuck you so good.”

Logan nods as I press a kiss to her thigh. “I don’t care— just please.”

“Well, since you’re being such a good girl and using your manners—“

I smile just before I give her what she wants.

Tasting her on my tongue, her hands pull my hair as my hands reach for her breasts, rolling her nipples between the tips of my fingers as I bring her clit into my mouth.

As I feel her legs wrap around my shoulders, I flick my tongue against the nerve just to hear her moan my name in the middle of this office.

“Like that— don’t stop, Harry.” Logan rolls her hips forward as my tongue lavishes her, taking my time. “Can I have your fingers?”

Drawing a mindless pattern against her clit, I ignore the request for just a few moments as I listen to her get impatient. She’s so wet that when I do finally give in, there’s not even a hint of resistance before two of my fingers slide inside of her and hook forward to find the spot that gives her the most pleasure.

I can hear her gasp in approval, taking the time to look up at her while my fingers move at a gentle pace, never too fast and never too slow.

Just right.

“You like when I fuck you with my fingers?” Nipping the skin of her thigh, Logan nods. “How long have you been this wet for me?”

Her head falls back when I press harder against her front wall, those pouty lips dropping open in pleasure.

Using my other hand, I bring it down on the outside of her thigh, feeling her walls tighten around my fingers. “Answer me.”

“Hours.” She whines, her body humming with sexual tension. “I’ve been like this for hours.”

Slowing down the pace of my fingers, a smile spreads across my face when I lean back in, flicking her clit with my tongue. “You want me to take care of you?”

Taking her clit in my mouth with no mercy, I listen to her as she moans around a version of please that only I get to hear.

Pressing my tongue against her with the amount of pressure I know she likes, I press even harder with my fingers until her thighs shake on either side of my head and her walls tighten, taking her right over the edge of the cliff she’s been standing on.

I drink up what she gives me like the finest wine, not wasting a single drop.

Logan tugs on my hair, bringing my face to hers as she kisses me, tasting herself on my tongue at the same time that she reaches for the button on my

pants and pushing them down just enough to free my aching cock.

“I need you inside of me, now.” Reaching between us, I groan as she slides her hand along the smooth skin.

Grabbing her hips and positioning her at the edge of her desk, I cup her jaw. “Go ahead— get it wet for me, Lo.”

The sound that leaves my mouth when I watch her lean forward just the slightest bit is feral, her spit falling from her lips and onto my cock makes my body burst into flames under my skin.

“You’re so dirty, so fucking dirty.” Without warning, I position myself at her entrance and thrust forward, so deep that I don’t stop until my pelvis meets hers. “Letting me fuck you in your office and spitting on my fucking cock, tell me— tell me how dirty you are.”

Logan’s hands slip as I thrust into her again, the force of it making her fingers curl against nothing. “I’m so— dirty for you.”

“You can do better than that.” I say, fucking her even harder. “Come on, Logan. Tell me what you really are.”

Angling my hips, I reach even deeper as she chokes on a moan, doing anything in her power to keep from

falling backwards. “I’m— a— fuck, dirty— dirty slut for you.”

“That’s right, you like it when I call you names. Can feel you clench around me when I do.” Placing my hand at the base of her throat, I push her back until her back lays flat on the desk. “Look at you right now. Laid out for me while you let me use this pussy, watching the way these full tits bounce each time my cock fills you up.”

Thrusting even harder, her eyes slam shut. “Fuck! Don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop.”

“Tell me what you need, I can feel how fucking wet you are.” My fingers play with her nipples, pinching just enough to give her a little bit of pain. “Don’t be shy. We’re all the way down at the end of this hallway, tell me.”

“Choke me.” She breathes out, her back arching just a little bit as I slam into her harder.

Happy to oblige, I let one hand slide up her sternum and around her throat, my fingertips pressing into the sides in the way that is safe. “Is that what you want?”

“Harder.”

She looks stunning underneath me like this, giving me her body to play with as my fingers press into her soft skin, watching as her eyes glaze over. “Yeah? you like that?”

Logan nods as I press even harder, her lips opening on a breathless moan as my other hand keeps rolling her nipple between my fingers.

It’s like heaven opens for me when her eyes connect with mine and I lose any sense of control I had left, fucking her so hard that her back arches off the desk and her hands reach out looking for something— anything— to hold onto, knocking things off into the floor with a clatter as her walls clench around me.

“You gonna give it to me like this? Huh?” I ask, keeping my pace just as hard. “Or are you too scared? Aren’t those the words you used earlier?”

Those eyes narrow as she looks at me, menacing. “Fuck you.”

As soon as the words leave her mouth, I pull my hips back and leave her warmth, gripping my cock in my hand as I nod towards the empty space behind her desk. “Get on your knees.”

“What the fuck, Harry?!” Sitting up, the fire behind Logan’s eyes is molten. “Who do you—“

“I said—“ I step close to her, pushing my thumb into her mouth and hooking it behind her bottom row of teeth, looking down at her as my hand continues to work my cock. “Get on your fucking knees.”

With my finger still in place, she moves down to the floor and settles on her knees, looking up at me with her eyes still narrowed.

“I’m gonna take my finger out of your mouth and you’re going to open for me, okay?” I move my hand up and down, forcing Logan to nod. “Then I’m going to fuck your dirty fucking mouth.”

Moving my hand again, she nods under my control.

Taking my finger out of her mouth, I bend down to place a kiss on her lips. “I know we have a safe word, but tap my thigh twice if it’s too much, okay?”

“Okay.” The word gives me the green light as her lips press to mine. “I trust you.”

Pushing the tip of my cock past her lips, I wrap her ponytail around my fist twice before pushing my hips forward and watching her take me. “You can’t talk back with my cock stuffed in your throat, is that right?”

I fuck her mouth as she nods, taking me so fucking so well.

My own moans fill the room as I feel the back of her throat contract around me as she chokes, giving her room to breathe as I pull back just a little.

It feels like heaven as her tongue moved along me and I see her hand moving between her legs, making me count backwards from ten in order to keep myself from blowing into the back of her throat.

“Put your hands where I can see them.” I pull harder on her hair, making her whimper around my cock as she looks up at me with tears in her eyes. “You like sucking me off, don’t you? Filthy girl. Keep your hands where I can see them.”

She does as I say and rests her hands on her thighs for a few minutes, letting me use her again before I decide she’s had enough and pull back.

“Are you going to be good now?” Leaning down, I grip her cheeks, watching as her lips pucker and waiting for her to nod. “Gonna let me fuck you until you come for me?”

“Please, Harry.” Logan nods. “I’ll be so good, so good.”

Reaching under her arms, I pull her up and press my lips to hers. “You’re always good for me. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I promise, I’m fine.” She smiles, pressing her lips back into mine. “Now please, please fuck me.”

Her gasp goes straight to my cock when I pull her in front of me and press my palm between her shoulder blades, bending her over the desk. I kick out one of her legs, making them wider apart as I bring my cock to her entrance.

Notching just the tip inside of her, I glide my palm across her ass before bringing it down harshly against her skin. When I grab her arms and secure them against her back, only then do I use them as leverage and thrust my hips forward.

Logan cries out my name at the same time that I moan out hers, a perfect duet.

A symphony.

Her walls are so tight for me and I know that by now neither one of us is going to last very long, so I don’t waste any of my time by fucking her harder than before. I can feel the pressure in my spine as it inflates, and when I hear Logan let out a cry it almost sends me over the edge.

“You feel so good inside of me, so fucking good.” Logan says between breaths. “I want to feel you dripping down—“

We’re both caught off guard when her phone rings. the green light of it catching our attention as her secretary's name pops up on the display.

Slowing down, I bury myself as deep inside of her as I can, nodding towards the phone. “Go on, answer it. You are still at work— aren’t you?”

Shaking her head, she looks at me with wide eyes. “Harry, I can’t—“

When I pull back to thrust into her harshly, she yelps. “You can and you will.”

Stilling my motions again, Logan reaches out with a shaky hand and pulls the receiver off the dock, bringing it to her ear as her eyes meet mine over her shoulder.

“He—Hello?”

As soon as the words are out of her mouth, I draw my hips back so achingly slow only to push back at the same pace.

Logan bites her bottom lip as she nods at whatever is said to her. “That sounds, holy— good. That sounds so, so good.”

“Good girl.” I whisper, my hands moving over her skin as I move my hips just a little faster. “Keep going.”

I can see the tears in her eyes as they threaten to spill over. “Denise said she could— could handle that.”

Her other hand leaves her back, gripping the edge of the desk with white knuckles as her head falls forward with the control she’s trying to use not to give us away on the phone.

“You can let them know that I’ll be— be there.” She breathes out faster as I angle my hips up, making her choke. “No, I’m okay. Just swallowed my water wrong.”

Sliding my hand around her hips and pressing my fingertips against her clit, Logan’s eyes roll back as she drops the phone on top of her desk as I fuck her even harder while watching her try to keep up her conversation.

“I— I have to go. I’m getting another— another— call.” Dropping the phone, Logan reaches over to press the switch hook and end the call as she cries out. “Harry, fuck—“

“You’ve been so good, Lo. Come for me.” The words are barely off of my lips when I feel her clench around me, her body giving up to the pleasure and drowning my cock in her release. “There you go, give it to me.”

It feels like the ultimate high as my own release barrels into me, filling her tight center until I don’t have anything left to give her.

My body falls over hers and with my forearms on either side of her, I press a kiss to her back and whisper words of affirmation to her, telling her everything she needs to hear.

You’re perfect for me.

You did so well.

My good girl.

You are everything.

Always so good.

Logan rests her cheek on her desk and the whimper that comes from her when I pull out of her almost makes me bury myself inside of her all over again.

“Fuck, baby.” With my hands on her ass, I slide my thumbs down to rest on either side of her sensitive core, moving them enough to watch as her come mixed with mine drips out of her. “You should see how good we look mixed together like this, could watch my come drip down your thighs all day.”

Shaking her head, Logan locks eyes with me over her shoulder. “I want it.”

“Yeah?” I brush my fingers over her entrance, pressing a kiss to her back when she jumps at the sensation. “You wanna stay full? Want to keep me inside?”

When she nods, I use two fingers to push what I can back inside, leaving them there as I find her lips and kiss her long and hard.

“Always wanna be filled with you, only you.” Brushing her lips against mine, she smiles lazily. “Just you.”

It feels like time slows down in that movement as we catch our breath together.

And when I reluctantly pull away.

We get dressed slower than we ever have, stopping to kiss each other slowly and with no real sense of urgency.

Even as we clean up the mess we made, neither one of us seems to really care about what we just did.

“I guess the flowers didn’t really make it.” Logan says, smiling shyly as she holds up the mangled bouquet that she pushed to the floor. “I’m sorry.”

Just the sight of her, sated and happy holding up the ruined flowers makes me laugh.

A loud, deep laugh.

Wrapping my arms around her shoulder, I press a kiss to her temple as I reach for the flowers and toss them into the trash next to her desk.

“Come on, pretty girl. Let’s go get you some more flowers.”

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