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Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Summary: Harry meets Y/N at a bar in Anguilla and end up in his hotel room.

Warnings: oral (f recieving), sex, dirty talk.

Word Count: 1.5k

Note/s: this is my first post on tumblr so go easy on me! there will probably be a part two, but who knows! i hope you enjoy x

You could feel his eyes on you from across the bar, the way he was drinking you in.

You were leaving Anguilla in the morning after your week-long trip for your best friend's bachelorette party, and after all, you refused to go out with anything less than a bang.

Harry thought you were a vision, a sight to behold. Maybe that was why he let James and Adele continue with their drunken pep talks. Soon enough, he was on his feet, sights set on the chair beside you.

You felt his presence beside you.

“Can I buy y’ a drink?” The singer asked, watching your reactions.

You let your lips curl into a small smile before bopping your head, glancing at him in a way that made his heart race.

“I wouldn’t dare turn down a free drink” you quip,

“Surprise me,” You tell him. Harry’s tongue swiped across his bottom lip, nodding at you before signaling the bartender.

“A strawberry daiquiri for the lady, if you will”.

Soon you were arm in arm with Harry, walking along the shoreline. You both knew where this was heading, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy the trek up to his hotel room.

He asked you about your family, your friends. He asked about your interest and your deepest dislikes, but most of all, he shared little things about himself that he never normally did with one night stands.

He wouldn’t say it out loud, but deep down he knew that he didn’t want it to be just one night.

Harry loved how you treated him so normally, yet casually mentioned that you’d heard his music and that he has a great voice. He knew he had a good voice, yes, but hearing you say it so casually as if it wasn’t a big deal was euphoric.

You glanced up at him, his words having your full attention as he rambled about Cheshire and his life.

James and Adele were not as sneaky as they thought they were as they trailed behind the two of you, giddy that they possibly helped him make a move (they totally didn’t).

“Your friends are tailing us” You inform the Brit, smiling as his head whips backward. Adele waved cheerily as James threw up on the sand.

“’Pologies, pet. They aren’t normally this brazen”.

The way his cheeks flushed made you feel a sense of pride.

“They care..” You note, looking over your shoulder as Harry’s friends wrapped their arms around each other so that they were steady on their feet.

Once you were in his hotel room, he offered you a drink. You thought that he would sleep with you as soon as possible to make you leave, but he seemed almost...reluctent to start anything with you. He was more intent on sharing silly stories with you.

You decided to take matters into your own hands.

As Harry sat at the end of the massive bed, you grasped his glass from his hands and set it on the mantle before you sat on his lap. He stiffened momentarily before relaxing as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and fiddled with the ends of his hair.

Slowly but surely you leaned down, your faces level, and brushed your lips against his. It was a tentative kiss at first, both of you trying to get a feel for the other, but it soon turned passionate as Harry’s hands grasped your ass, kneading you through your dress.

You let out a content sigh as Harry locked his arms around your lower body and stood up, not letting go of you as he turned you around and plopped you on the bed.

He was hovering over you in no time, his lips on yours once again, tongue tracing the seam of your lips.

“So fucking beautiful..” He muttered against your swollen lips before your tongues tangled together. You could feel his cock through your dress, hard and begging to be let out of its confines.

The Brit nipped at your jaw, trailing kisses down your neck. You arched your back, and Harry slipped his hands behind you to undo your zipper. Once it was unzipped, he pulled back and watched as the fabric pooled around your waist, bare breasts on display.

His breathing hitched, hands reaching out and brushing against the underside before he attached his mouth to your left nipple without a warning.

You gasped, hands tangling in his hair as the tingling between your thighs kept growing.

He nipped at the bud, making you let out little whimpers into the darkened hotel room.

After a few more minutes of his current ministrations, he slid your dress and panties off, chucking them over his shoulder as he finally got his eyes on all of you.

He pressed a trail of kisses down your stomach, smirking up at you as your hips moved of their own accord, before finally, he flattened his tongue against your slit and licked a stipe from your opening to your clit.

You threw your head back and let out the single most beautiful sound that Harry had ever heard.

He wrapped his arms around your thighs and delved right in, tongue circling your clit before he dipped it between your folds.

“Harry!” You moan, hands gripping his sheets as you roll your hips against his face.

“Taste so good, pet. Fucking delicious” He moaned against you pussy, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“So good- So good..” You babble nonsensically as he wraps his lips around your clit and slides his middle and index fingers inside of your dripping cunt.

He ate you out like it was his last supper.

Your moans got louder as he introduced a third finger and lapped at your clit causing you to clench around him and cum on his fingers without a warning.

Harry didn’t let up, in fact, he brought you to another orgasm right after.

You pulled him up to you and pressed your lips together gently, breath still shaky as he kissed you back delicately.

It felt different, and you both knew it.

He leaned all his weight on his left arm and cupped your face with his right hand. His lips were slow and deliberate and just- perfect. It was perfect.

“Shirt..” You mumble against Harry’s lips, your fingers fiddling with the buttons.

He takes it off, his eyes twinkling as you kneel on the bed to undo his belt. You threw it aside and wriggled his pants and boxers down, biting your lip as his erection hit his stomach.

His cock was an angry shade of red with precum leaking from its tip, and your mouth watered.

You reach out tentatively but Harry bats your hand away, only leaning back down to kiss you.

He settled between your legs and you shivered as his cock brushed against your core. You were sick of waiting, so you reached your hand between your bodies and guided his throbbing cock into your pussy, both of your jaws dropping as he pressed in.

“Fuck...you’re so tight pet. Squeezing me s’ good” Harry muttered before he moved his hips, penetrating you until his balls slapped against your ass.

“’ M so full, Haz. Feels so good!” You moan before pressing your lips together.

Harry’s thrusts are slow and deliberate, hitting you right where you need it as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. His hand flew to your clit as you drew closer to your third climax of the night.

“Gonna cum f’ me, Y/N? Gonna cum all over m’ cock?”

“Harry!” You shouted as you were tipped off the edge, clenching around his cock and making him come right after you with repeated groans of your name.

Your eyelids grew heavy as he laid his head against your breasts, still inside of you but too consumed in the post-sex haze to pull out.

Your fingers carded through his sweaty hair, scratching his scalp and reveling in the hums he made.

“….Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“I have to pee” You laugh lightly. You feel his body rumble as he laughed with you pressing a kiss to your sternum before pulling out.

You wince at the feeling of emptiness and his cum leaking from your pussy, but you get up nonetheless.

Harry watches from the bed in admiration. He thinks that you’re the most beautiful human being he’s ever seen.

You find the bathroom quickly, doing your business to avoid getting a UTI, before splashing some water on your face.

You glance at the analog clock stung on the bathroom wall and your eyes widen.

It was now five in the morning and your flight was at five-thirty.

You rushed back into the main suite and collect your clothes as a very confused Harry watches your every move.

“You’re leaving?”

He sounded vulnerable.

You look up from doing the buttons on your pants and frown at his expression.

“I want to stay, really, but I have a flight home in half an hour for my best friend’s wedding,” You tell him gently as you take a seat beside him on the bed and cup his face.

“It’s non-refundable, if it was, I would stay”.

“...D’ya need a date to the wedding?”.

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