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holdinonto-heartache · 11 months

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Summary: After the show, y/n goes back to the hotel to go through the photos until she finds herself texting Louis at two am because looking at how sexy he looked tonight, made her desperate for his touch.

NOT A REQUEST

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, unprotected sex, creampie, rough sex, slight choking, hair pulling, praise kink, oral (both), slight fluff but mainly filth

Master | TOUR PHOTOGRAPHER SERIES

“You about ready?”

You look up from your camera and instantly smile, “Yes I am.” Louis help you to your feet and he nods, “Can’t wait to see the results.” He gives you a wink and walks towards the entrance to the stage.

You can’t help but smile and shake your head.

You promised yourself you wouldn’t do this, but you’ve fallen hard for Louis, but you like your job more.

You’ve suppressed your feelings for him because you’re afraid someone with power in the system will make you leave the tour and you don’t want that.

You walk up behind Louis, kneeling down and snapping a few pictures. He turns around and looks down at you, raising an eyebrow as he smirks slowly.

It was enough to make your pussy flutter.

You take a deep breathe through your nose, smirking at him as you stand back up. You and Louis are close, became close rather quickly.

You can sometimes tell that there’s something, but then other days you second guess.

Louis walks on stage and you follow behind him, taking pictures of the other band members as you go.

You eventually make it down in front, looking up at Louis from below the stage.

Louis’ eyes fixate on you and he tilts his head.

It wasn’t until you looked down, that you found out Louis has a perfect view of your cleavage and this last minute shirt change has you feeling like your boobs will bust out at any minute.

You get this sudden change to go with it.

So you go with it.

You bring your camera down to your side, moving your arms out of the way and he smirks slightly before shaking his head and walking away from you.

You follow him, like it’s your job or something, and kneel down onto your knees so you don’t block the fans.

Louis notices you and it’s almost like he likes seeing you on your knees or something.

He clenches his fist and licks his lips before singing his next line.

You eventually end up back up on the stage, kneeling down to take pictures as Louis runs towards you with the others.

You smile as you click back and shake your head. You stand up and look at Louis, “I’m getting some good pictures tonight.”

He takes a sip of his drink and leans in, “You’ll have to show me.” His eyes glance down to your boobs and he walks away.

You turn away, smiling as you make your way below the stage for his last song.

You talk to the fans and take a few pictures of signs and stuff as Louis gets ready.

The band starts playing and you get your camera ready. You love getting pictures of these moment.

Soon enough, Louis is hopping off the stage and barreling towards the pit. You snap as many pictures as you can, running after him as he goes to the other side.

A smile on his face like always.

You love his smile.

You blink as Louis runs into you, smirking down at you as he sings. You laugh and manage to get a few close up pictures, just for yourself, before he makes his way back to stage.

The fans are going crazy, instantly begging for you to release the pictures.

You’re not. Maybe on your personal Instagram. Wink.

You go backstage as Louis comes off and he waves his finger at you, “Those shots are going to be so good.” He walks over to you, “Sorry I bumped into ya, love.” You smile as he walks over, “It’s okay. My fault.”

“Oh yeah?” He tilts his head, “How so?”

You think of something quick, “Too focused on getting shots of the fans with you.”

He smirks, “That’s why I love you as my photographer, y/n. Oh, sorry I screamed in your face as I was makin’ my way back up.”

You laugh, “You weren’t.” He shakes his head laughing, “It fuckin’ felt like I was screaming.”

“No, my ears are fine.” You look down and bite your lip, “Do you need anything else shot?” You look up at him and he stares at you for a few seconds, “No, no. You’re free to go.”

You stare back at him while nodding a few times, “Okay.”

You start to walk away and make your way to the hotel which is right down the street. You secretly hoped that he would have asked you to stay or something, but you sigh and open the door to your room.

You walk in, lock it and instantly decide to block everything out and go for a shower.

After your shower, you slip into some comfy sweats and a hoodie, the green tour hoodie.

You grab your camera and laptop and start going through the photos from tonight’s show.

The first few pictures are of the venue, the bands instruments.

Background details mainly.

But that’s instantly flipped with that first picture of Louis. The longer you clicked through, and did what you needed to do, you needed him.

In every way you’ve ever imagined.

You glance at your phone, grabbing it off the bed and sitting up. You go to Louis number and tap the message icon.

You: Louis, come here.

Within minutes, he responds,

Louis: Coming.

You throw your phone down. Biting your lip as you stand up, anxiously pacing beside your bed until there’s a knock on the door.

You walk over, a bit too quickly so you take a deep breathe, calming yourself before you open the door, “Hey.”

“To what do I owe the pleasure of being here at two in the morning? Hmm?” Louis slides in through the door, his chest brushing against yours.

You shut the door once he’s in and lock it, “I thought you’d want to see the pictures.”

He chuckles slightly and nods, “Right, right.”

You walk by him and little do you know, you look so sexy to him right now.

You’ve never looked more natural and it drives Louis insane.

“Here you go.” You motion towards the lap top, keeping it on your lap until he comes over and plops down on the bed, “Ah, that’s a nice on there.”

You smile and slowly click through the pictures, “I like this one.” You point, “Just something about it.”

He smiles and glances up at you, admiring how you look at him, “Y/n.”

“Louis.”

“You didn’t text me to come look at these pictures.. did you?”

You bite your lip and shake your head before slowly looking over at him. As soon as your eyes meet, the lap top is off your lap and Louis is on top of you.

You run your hands up his neck and into his hair, tugging at his hair as your lips move with him. He groans lowly and presses the bulge in his sweats against your aching cunt.

“Please.” You whimper, “I need you.”

He kisses down your neck, “and I need you, babe but first I want to see what you look like on your knees, naked.”

A smirk spreads across your lips and you moan as he sucks a mark onto your neck, “Okay.” You breathe out and reach down to lift your sweatshirt over your head.

“That’s a nice jumper, y/n.” Louis teases, “Great choice.”

You toss the hoodie away, smiling as you pull him in for another kiss. His fingers slip into the hand of your sweats, pushing them down as you lift your hips up.

Louis stands up, pulling your sweats down your legs and dropping them to the floor, “C’mon, babe. On your knees.”

You nodded and crawled off the bed. You got down on your knees and rested on your calves, “Are you going to let me taste that cock?”

Louis raises his eyebrows and smirks as he pushes his joggers down and stepping out, “You’re such a dirty girl, fucking hell.” He walks over to you and reaches down to cup your chin with his fingers, “I fuckin love it.”

You smirk up at him before opening your mouth, sticking your tongue out so he can tap his cock against it a few times.

He moans as he watches you look up at him, “Such a fucking sight, y/n.” He lays a hand on your cheek, letting you have free range of his cock.

You grab your hand around the base and swirling your tongue around the head. He groans lowly, “You’re fucking amazin’ at this..”

He gasps as you hollow your cheeks as you bob your head. You move your hand and take him into your throat with ease.

His hand tightens around your hair and his hips buck, “Fuck.” He moans and looks down at you, “Takin’ me so fuckin’ we’ll darling.”

He holds you on his cock for a few more second then pulls you off of him, “Fuck, y/n.” He breathes out, “You’re so good at that. Shit.”

He holds his hands out and helps you to your feet, “I want to taste that pussy of yours baby.” He leans in and lightly brushes his lips against yours, “Can I?”

“Yes.” You answer quickly, “Please.”

He backs you up slowly to the bed, sitting your down as he kisses you, “Lay back f’me, babe.”

You bite your lip and move back onto the bed, leaning back on your elbows and you watch him between your spread legs.

He lays down and hooks his arms around your thighs and lays his hands on your hips, pinning them down as he slips his tongue between your needy folds.

You gasp and arch your back, moaning as you feel his tongue push deep into your cunt, “Louis!” You moan loudly, “Oh fuck, yes.”

You reach down with your hands and lay them on the back of his head. You press your heels into his upper back and clench around his tongue.

You have thought about this for so long, your orgasm is coming in hot and fast.

You whine, “So close, fuck.” You moan as he slips his hand down to rub your clit slowly. You keep one hand on his hand and grip the bed sheets.

You look down as you feel him lean away. He sits up and you look at him. He bites his lip and tilts his head as he slips two fingers inside of you.

You keep eye contact, moaning as he slowly curls them, “F-fuck.” You whimper out as you clench around them.

“You gonna fuckin’ cum for me, babe? Yeah?” Louis asks in a whinish whisper.

“Fuck.” You push your hips down as you arch your back up, “Yes, Louis, fuck, fuck.” Your lips part and your eyes roll back as your body is take over by absolute pleasure.

Your legs twitch slightly and Louis chuckles, “Oh baby.” He runs his hands up and down your legs, “I’m not done with you yet.”

You moan quietly at his words, “please fuck me.”

He smirks and nods, “I want you to ride me.”

You nod and get up on your knees, he moves towards you and wraps his arm around your waist, he places his other hand on the side of your neck, “You’re so fucking hot.”

You smile against his lips, “So are you, baby.” He pulls you into him, pressing his lips onto yours, “Fuck I wanna be inside ya already.”

He lays down, pulling you on top of him. You kiss down his chest and torso and he bites his lip as he watches you move down and lick up his cock.

His lips part and his head tilts back slightly but his eyes stay focused on you. He watches as you spit onto the head of his cock and stand up on your knees.

You straddle him and position his cock at your pussy. You look down at him and he slides his hands up, resting them on your inner thighs, “Such a pretty fuckin’ pussy, love.”

He slides his right hand up and presses his thumb to your clit, circling it as you slide down onto his cock. You gasp and clench around him, moaning as he switches to his middle finger and rubs a little faster than last.

“You feel so fucking incredible, babe. Shit.” Louis moans, watching you slide up and down on his cock, “Fuck, yeah baby, just like that. Fuck.”

You lean up and press your hands to his chest. His hands go under your thighs to help support you. You press your nails into his skin, “L-Louis, fuck. You feel so good.”

You let out a whine as you clench around him, “So close again.”

“Jesus, baby.” Louis chuckles which is cut short by a groan, “Alright then, go on.” He bucks his hips upward to meet your thrusts.

You tilt your head down, moaning as you press your fingers to your clit, rubbing at a fast pace, “Fuck, fuck. Yesyesyes.” You moan loudly as you cum around his cock.

He continues to thrust upward, fucking you through your high, moaning along with you.

His fingers dig into the skin of your thighs, hard enough to leave bruises, “Louis.” You whimper breathlessly.

His thrusts slow down and he pulls you down to kiss you, “Ya alright?”

You nod as you smile and breathe heavy, “I’m…okay.”

He smirks and flips so you’re laying on the bed. He grips your hips and slides his cock back into your soaked cunt, “Fucking hell.” He moans, “So fuckin good.”

You moan and arch your back, “Louis, fuck.” You whimper, “right there!” He holds your left leg up and continues to pound exactly how you asked for it, “Like that, baby?”

You let out a long moan, “Yes yes, just like that baby.”

He groans and you can tell he’s close because his thrusts are slowing down and you can feel his cock twitch.

“Fuck.” He groans as he slowly thrusts his hips and pushes in deep. He slowly pulls out and lays beside you, “So, y/n. What took you so long to finally text me.”

You smirk, still kinda breaking heavy, “I was afraid of being kicked off the team, but I was going through the pictures from tonight and looking at you just turned me on so bad, I felt like I needed you.”

He chuckles and pulls you into him, “You can always need me. For anything.” He kisses your head and rests his chin on it, “You’re not fucking going anywhere. I promise ya that.”

You smile and sigh, “I don’t know why I waited so long.”

He nods, “I was going to text you but I didn’t know if you wanted to, or if you even felt anything for me.”

You look up at him, “that’s how I felt, I guess we were just good at concealing how we truly felt, but now we know.”

He tilts your head up and kisses you, “Now we know.”

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Hi here’s a quick little oneshot for being so patient with me! I appreciate it!

Likes and reblogs are appreciated <3 NOT EDITED

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be-with-me-so-happily · 10 months

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il gran finale

ONE SHOT

Summary: As photography apprentice to Lloyd Wakefield, you have been around Harry quite a lot on tour, capturing all the mesmerizing moments on stage. But at the after party of the final show in Reggio Emilia, he seems to be the one zoned in on you.

AN: I don't know if this is any good. I haven't written smut in so long, but with Love On Tour coming to an end, I needed to do something!

Warnings: Some explicit language, alcohol consumption, mild exhibitionism kink, fingering, public unprotected intercourse (wrap it before you tap it people)

You've always known Harry Styles is a gentleman. Even before you took on the role of apprentice photographer to Lloyd Wakefield, you only ever heard positive comments about the man, about how kind and caring he is. No one ever has a bad thing to say, and touring with him has only proven those things to be true. He is a sweet guy, just as everyone claims him to be.

That's his reputation. His public reputation.

But the way his enchanting and lustful green eyes have locked in on you for the past several minutes has made you think of nothing but the other reputation he has. The dream that you and thousands of his fans indulge in. The fantasy of him taking control of every single part of you, of using you, of pleasing you. Of giving you everything he has while you are under him, and on top of him, and in front of him, and…

You reset yourself as nearby laughter pulls you out of those delicious yet indelicate thoughts, ones you may need to draw upon later in the privacy of your hotel room.

It's bad enough that he has a flirtatious side. The subtle winks, the cheeky smiles, the wiggles of his eyebrows when a mildly indecent comment has been made. Usually by him. Both on and off stage, each of those gestures can easily get you flustered.

And it definitely doesn't make your job any easier, especially considering it's your assignment to watch him, to photograph him, to view him in a variety of different angles, none of which could be considered unflattering. He always looks good.

The outfit tonight, the shaggy silver get-up, showcasing his glistening pecs and chiseled abs, only added to the assortment of desires you only dwell upon alone at night. You're usually very composed, for the most part. You know how to play it cool.

But right now, as his stare exhibits something primal, you feel as if your entire body is on fire, and you can't help but be engulfed by the flames.

Clinking of the ice in your glass as you bring it to your lips alerts you to the fact that your drink has been fully consumed, and you decide to head to the bar for a refill. If not just for another drink, then for the moment of solidarity to gather yourself and bring some air back into your lungs. Because you are sure it's not the alcohol that's causing you to feel so dizzy.

"Hi, could I please hav-"

"Another margarita?" You hear in a deep, sultry, British voice sounding out from behind you. Right behind you.

"Yes please." You utter, almost inaudibly, to the bartender, the heat from before intensifying with each breath of Harry's that you feel on your neck.

"And I'll have two shots of Tequila, please sir." He states, so casually, as you stand frozen in place.

A cold breeze hits your skin as you see him move around and position himself to your left, leaving you to miss the warmth he was just providing.

"You look like you're having a good time." He states, as he brings his glass to his lips. You watch as the rim rests on them. You watch as the liquid slides between them. And you watch as a smirk pulls in the mischievous dimple that he is so well known for, unintentionally licking your own lips in the process.

"Sorry… what were you saying?" You ask, attention moving back to his gaze and finding those glistening green irises already locking in on your eyes.

"Enjoying yourself?" He chuckles in response to your question, leaving your heart pounding with embarrassment.

"I am!" You exclaim, quicker than anticipated, clearly not playing it cool like you believe you usually do.

"Good." He replies simply.

"Are you?"

"I am." He nods, his eyes quickly flickering down your body, before switching their focus back to the bar, creating a warmth between your legs, and you try desperately not to squirm.

"Good." You reply, with a giggle, finally taking the sip of margarita that has unknowingly been sitting in front of you for a few minutes. "So we're both enjoying ourselves."

He chuckles along with you, shaking his head as he throws back his second shot. He swallows it harshly, drawing your eye to the way his Adam's apple bobs with the consumption of the liquor. You notice his body begin to turn towards you, and as you glaze up his neck to his gorgeous face, a lustful expression falls over it. His brows narrow, and deviancy sparks in his eyes, turning them to a deep, enticing emerald.

"Want to enjoy each other now?"

"Sure, that-" You begin to respond, but your eyes begin to travel down to his lips, noticing how his teeth dig into the bottom one. His look of determination makes you wonder if there's a more devious meaning behind it, and that thought alone causes an extreme yearning between your legs. "Wait… what do you mean?"

He leans against the bar, his tattoo-covered forearm resting on top, as the palm of his right hand gently slides over your hip and draws you closer with the mildest press of his fingertips against your dress.

"YN, I just had one of the best nights of my fucking life! I want to celebrate. Really celebrate."

"And… how-... umm… how do you want to really celebrate?" You chuckle nervously, every hair on your body standing straight, every nerve on high alert.

"I can show you. If you want me to." He utters, almost a whisper, barely audible in the jumble of conversations surrounding you, but loud enough that it sends the coldest shiver down your spine. He leans closer, his body following along until you are only inches apart. "And considering how tightly your thighs are clenched together right now… I think you do."

Your mouth instantly drops open, and if he wasn't actually correct, and those contracted muscles weren't holding you upright, your legs would have buckled beneath you.

"C'mon." He whispers, softly running two fingers down your arm and grabbing your hand, pulling your body to follow him.

"Harry, wait." You manage to get out, surprisingly, considering the daze he's just put you in. "This… is your party..."

"Yeah." He states, shrugging so casually as he turns back to look at you. "So?"

"We can't just leave!"

Harry stops his trek, along with your heart. He swivels around, the most salacious smirk wide across his face, and to your surprise, you manage to clench your core even tighter.

He leans down to your ear, his lip barely grazing the bottom, his breath steady but thick.

"Who said anything about leaving?"

An exhale releases all the air held in your lungs, leaving you unsure whether it is the margaritas or his suggestive statement that's making your head spin.

He turns back and maneuvers through the crowd of people that have come to congratulate and party with him. But he seems to be a man on a mission.

Through the dim lights and the loud thumps of the music filling the room, you somehow find yourself looking at a staircase leading up the the second floor of the venue.

"Just us?" You hear Harry ask the security staff member guarding the way.

"Yes, Mr. Styles." He responds with a quick nod.

Without hesitation, Harry leads you up, each step building the anxious anticipation inside of you. It's not even clear what may be waiting for you at the top, but if Harry's apparent determination is any indication, it won't be boring.

As you reach the landing, you do a quick scan of your surroundings, seeing a couple of purple velvet sofas pushed against the wall. He takes you further in, letting go of your hand and placing both of his large palms on the thick, black railing in front of him. You stand at his side, copying his stature, though feeling the sweat of your hands being transferred to the metal within them.

The neon flashing of lights is the only thing brightening the venue, as the music sounds and provides a rhythm for the rest of the attendees to move their bodies to. You feel Harry's closest arm glide its way across your back, settling itself on your opposite hip, and squeezing with enough firmness to tell you he wants to be gentle with you, but also wants not to be.

The rest of his figure moves along behind you, pulling you closer to him, as if your bodies had an unretractable magnetic connection. The warmth of his lips suddenly hits right below your ear, causing every muscle you have to practically melt under that simple touch.

"Harry…" You utter, unsure if you've been heard over the sound of the new song beginning to play. "People could see us…"

"Doubtful." He mumbles, his breath tickling down your neck. "No one's looking anyway."

Another kiss moistens your skin, and your head falls backwards to him, resting against his broad, strong shoulder, encouraging him to continue his tantalizing exploration.

He grazes your hips with his palms, running them up and down the tops of your thighs, letting out a heavy exhale when he stops at the hem of your dress. His fingertips tease the edge, sliding around to the front. One hand lifts up to your waist, while the other glides around to your inner thigh, and you could swear your panties are already soaked.

"Do you like this?" He whispers in your ear, and with the state of daze he currently has you in, all you can manage is a subtle nod. "Tell me. Do you like this?"

"Y-yes." You breathe out.

"Do you want more?" He asks in the lowest tone he's ever spoken in, barely needing to convince you that he'll give you whatever you want.

"Yes." You reply, anticipation thick in your stomach.

His fingers run up and under your dress, and you thank yourself for picking the shorter of your two options when you were getting ready for the party.

You attempt to push him back a few paces to the closest velvet sofa for some privacy, but he stands solid in place and you stretch your neck to get as good of a look at him as you can.

"Stay." He states simply, not a demand that you couldn't reject, but the way his tone hit your soul, you can't even imagine refusing him of almost anything he wanted.

Suddenly your body jumps, as you feel mild pressure slowly moving up the center of your panties.

"Soaked." Harry whispers. "Didn't realize I got you this wet, this fast."

His teeth begin to nibble on your earlobe, as his fingers snap the fabric of your underwear, causing you to let out the most pathetic and needy whimper.

"Harry… please." You whine, desperate for something, anything, that he is willing to give you.

"What do you want, YN?"

"Touch me." You reply, your legs already weak at the thought.

He listens, running his index along your center, feeling how slick he's made you. Suddenly, he dips it inside of you, and you worry he could make you cum right here and now. But god you want to feel so much more. You want him to give you so much more.

Slowly, his finger pulls out, but immediately glides back in, accompanied by another, pumping them both in unison, and sending your head into a spin.

"Do you want more?" He asks into your ear.

"Yes." You barely reply, hoping with all you have that he heard your response.

He adds one more finger, and the trio pick up their pace as his thumb puts the perfect amount of pressure on your clit.

"Oh my god." You whine, feeling a sensation ripple through your body. Nothing you've done to yourself, alone with just your thoughts of him, could ever compare to the feeling of what he's doing to you now.

In and out, his fingers pump, and you're sure if the music suddenly stopped, the noise of his motions would echo from wall to wall.

"You're so tight." He utters. "Don't know if you'd be able to handle my cock."

Just the mention of that word has you moaning, so you reach your arm up to grab onto the back of his neck, and you tilt your head towards him.

"I want that."

"You want what?" He asks, quickening his pace, and halting your words until you swallow the lump that's caught in your throat.

You look down, scanning the crowd for any prying eyes, only to find everyone distracted by their own activities below. Although, at this moment, you aren't sure if that matters to you. If that would stop you.

"I want your cock." You admit, using your free hand to push in between your two bodies and palm over his hard bulge, the feeling of his thick girth creating an even deeper yearning for it.

"Fuck." He growls, his cock twitching under the fabric of his pants.

The emptiness created as his fingers leave your body almost has you wishing you hadn't made any other request, but as you feel his waistband tug down, and the bare skin of his cock as it springs out from its confines and back into your hand, you get wetter than you've been in any moment before.

A strong thigh parts your legs, the back of your dress inches up, and as you feel his long, thick cock glide between them and coat itself in your wetness, Harry lets out a deep, rumbling growl. He runs one hand up your spine and pushes slightly on your back, getting you to bend over a bit and prop yourself up with your hands gripping the railing.

There's never been a desperation so intense as now, as you feel Harry's tip tease your entrance. You've never wanted anything more than the sensation of him pushing into you, stretching you out, giving you everything you've ever fantasized about.

"Think you can fit me inside there?" He asks, the smugness more enticing than you could have imagined possible. But his words, his touch, his everything is overwhelming and rendering you speechless. Then you hear Harry hum, as if knowing your inability to reply, and answering it for himself. "I think you can."

And just like that, he slips in. Slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size each time he pushes in a little further. Filling you completely with every inch he goes deeper, until all you feel is him. Until all you know is him.

"Oh my god." You moan out, unaware if it has been drowned out by the music and chatter of everyone else.

He quickens his pace slightly, and your hold on the railing tightens, not only to steady yourself, but also to possibly disguise your actual activities as simply enjoying the rhythm of the song.

"All these people… and no one knows what we're doing up here." Harry grunts as he thrusts into you, drawing out another, yet much heavier, moan from your chest. It's followed by a pleased groan from behind you, the sound almost as good as any song he's ever sung. "But I wouldn't care if they did… if they saw how well you're taking me… and if they heard much you love it."

"Harry…" You whine, as an extreme sensation builds in your core, feeling every nerve peek, alerting you to the fact that at any moment now, you'll be completely taken over by the intense amount of pleasure he's giving you. "I need to-"

"No." He states sternly.

"Please!" You beg, all dignity being tossed aside.

"Not yet." He replies, and all of a sudden, you feel hollow. Something is missing, and as you feel yourself clear out from the heightened state of a daze you've been in since you reached that second level of the venue, you realize his glorious cock is no longer inside of you.

"What-" You begin, stepping back and turning around to face him, finding his teeth digging hard into his bottom lip, creating an even stronger desire to have him fill the gap again.

"I need to fuck you harder, and faster." He explains grabbing both hips as he backs up and lowers down to take a seat on the sofa. "And I need to watch you when you cum all over my cock."

A shallow breath makes its way out between your lips at his statement, and you slowly lower yourself to straddle his lap, feeling a throb inside yourself as you feel another underneath you.

Your hips begin to grind on him, hoping to create an impatience in him as strong as the one in you. You cup his cheeks within your palms and bring your lips to his, smiling against them as they part and release a deep moan. You move to kiss his jaw, letting the stubble tickle your skin and you make your way down his neck. His hands begin to roam your body, exploring more than they had been able to when standing at the railing. They grip your back, your waist, and settle at your hips, gripping just tight enough to guide them back and forth.

"All I've thought about tonight… is having you like this." You hear him utter, the words hitting deep into the pit of your stomach. "Hell, all I think about most nights is… fuck… is having you like this!"

You pull back, your eyes immediately locking in on his, as if your bodies are confessing their deepest desires to each other in a secret, seductive language. Without a word, you push up on your knees, hovering over and inviting him back inside of you, where you want him the most. One of his hands holds his cock steady as the other remains on you, helping you to lower back down onto him. In this position, you can feel him ever more, much to your surprise considering he filled you so well just moments ago.

"Then fuck me how you've been wanting to." You state, your focus still fully on him.

As soon as he's given that permission, both palms squeeze tighter to your body, pulling you down on his cock as if to meld your bodies together.

"Oh god." He exclaims, throwing his head backwards to rest on the sofa, dropping his mouth open as you begin to bounce.

Almost instantly, with the new depth he's hitting, you feel your body reignited and a release drawing near.

"Harry, this is…" You mumble, the pleasure hindering a complete coherent sentence. "It's… how…"

"Tell me, baby." He replies, holding you down as he starts to thrust up into you, leaving you unable to feel anything other than him.

"This is how… oh my-… I've been wanting you… to fuck me, too…"

"F-... fucks sake!" He exclaims, no longer holding back his vigor as he goes as fast and gets as deep as he possibly can, causing moans to burst out from both of you.

"Harr-... I'm gon-..." You whine, trying to plead with him to get you over the edge and fall into a pool of ecstasy. The sight of his hair becoming messy with sweat, the feel of his hands holding you down, the taste of his skin on your lips, the smell of his cologne exuding off his chest, the sound of his breathy moans in your ear. He has completely taken over all of your senses, and you know this is the best experience you've ever had.

"Say it, YN. Look at me and say it." He growls, and as your eyes find his, the amount of lust in his begins to push you off the ledge.

"I'm gonna cum."

"Where?"

"On your cock!" You blurt, the level of volume coinciding with the intensity of your desperation. "I'm gonna cum on your cock."

"Do it." He commands, and with his permission, you immediately let go, completely melting into him as that desired ecstasy rips through your entire body.

Your face falls into the crook of his neck, only leaving enough room to draw in some shallow, labored breaths. You can feel Harry squirm beneath you, his stride becoming less rhythmic with each stroke into you, his chest rising and falling in the same, unsteady way.

"YN… if I can't cum inside you, tell me now, 'cause I'm… fuck, I'm so close."

Your head lifts and pulls away, looking into his gorgeous green eyes, pupils blown and a glaze covering them. You lean down to his ear, letting your breath puff gently over his skin.

"Cum inside of me, Harry." You whisper, placing a kiss right below his ear.

"Y-yeah? You want my cum?" He fumbles, his breathing becoming more random with every sloppy thrust. "I'll give you… f-fucking all of it!"

Harry grips tighter, bouncing you on himself with a determination you aren't sure if you've ever seen before. He lets out a moan so gritty you know it originated deep in his chest. The sound alone could have you orgasming again if it drew out a few seconds longer. It's accompanied by one last thrust of his hips and a powerful, pleased throbbing of his cock, as his cum coats your walls.

If the dj wasn't blasting anything through the speakers, the sound of your synchronized, labored breaths would be enough to fill the room. You sit up straighter, still straddling Harry's lap, and you finally take in the mess of a man in front of you. His head still rests back on the sofa, his eyes now shut, and a blissful smile stretched across his face.

"That's one way to finish a tour." You chuckle, pushing your palms against the fabric of the shirt now sticking to the drizzle of sweat on his chest.

His palms shoot up to your face, holding it so gently, but with an untapped passion behind his eyes. They flicker to your lips and he dives in for a taste, running his tongue along to part them, and sighing as your own tongue dances along. A pop sounds out as you pull apart, with just enough room for an inhale of air, and he rests his forehead against yours.

"And cheers to the next one."

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