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Harry Styles x Reader ~ Don't Blame Me | SMUT

"Does that mean I get my reward?" He said slowly, and you chuckled, turning around to face his naked body. No matter how much he made you try to look down, you refused and instead twirled a piece of his wet hair between your fingers.

"When we get back to the hotel," he groaned, and you giggled. He ran his fingers over your clothed thigh, but you lightly pushed it away and handed him his clothes. "Control yourself, schoolboy," you mocked, and he scoffed, giving in and putting on his clothes.

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The minute you and Harry walked through your hotel room, you were pinned against the door as it slammed behind you. His lips met yours in hunger as you both grunted. He quickly stripped you of both your guy's shirts as he switched you around, so he was leaning against the door. "Suck me off, baby," he ordered, and you nodded, untying his pants and having them follow you to the floor.

You tugged down his black briefs, and his painfully hard cock was finally able to escape. He let out an exhale of relief as you took him in your hands. You started to stroke him slowly as you placed small kisses on his throbbing red tip. You parted your lips and took him all in your mouth as he groaned, throwing his head back. As he hit the back of your throat, you gagged but kept him there for as long as you could bear.

When you finally pulled away, your eyes were watering, and your saliva coated his entire length. You went back, and this time he placed a hand in your hair. He now kept you in place as you went the farthest you could once again with him guiding you, pulling your head back and forth to fit his needs. You gasped when he yanked you away only to bring you back. He thrusted forward into you, and your first instinct was to pull out and gag again, but as he kept you there and increased his speed to the point where your throat burned, you found the on-edge feeling to be addicting.

"I'm going to come," he whined, grabbing both sides of your head and clutching onto your hair even tighter. With a loud cry, he jerked forward, and his salty hot cum came from his tip and slid down your throat. When he pulled away, you coughed on his cum but swallowed it either way.

"You're such a good girl, taking all of me so well," he whispered, brushing his thumb across your bottom lip, which was still soaked in his seed. You stood up to look up at him, your eyes full of lust yet innocence which he knew you loved to fake, especially during times like these. And this look drove him crazy.

He grabbed your waist, pulling you over to the couch in the middle of the room where he layed you down. Your neck was attacked with open-mouthed kisses as your legs wrapped around his waist. "Harry," you whimpered, and he laughed into your neck.

"Do you have something to say, angel?" He teased before going back to your neck as you moaned.

"Fuck me, Harry. Please fuck me," you pleaded as his hand found your breast, which he cupped over the thing fabric of your lace bralette.

"Look at you, begging to take me?" His troublesome tone only caused the wetness in between your thighs to grow. "Are you sure you can handle me?"

"I've done it before," you snapped back half-heartedly, and he chuckled darkly. His hands went down to your jogging pants, and he quickly pulled them off along with your lace underwear that matched the bra he took off as well sometime between the bliss-covered kisses and heavenly caresses. 

When you were fully exposed in front of him, he took hold of his cock and lined himself up. He brushed his tip against your soaking folds a few times with a small laugh. "You're so wet, angel," you didn't reply and instead grabbed one of his asscheeks with your hand and pushed him forward, so he entered you completely. You both moaned loudly, his slightly muffled by your neck.

"Fuck," you whispered as he let you adjust to his size, which was currently all the way eight inches inside of you. Once you two were both comfortable, he backed out before slamming back in. You cried out as your legs closed around his hips once again. He grabbed one of them before they could interlock with the other and spread it back open as his thrusting got faster.

In just a few minutes, he was pounding you into the couch as you wrapped an arm around his neck and gripped onto his hair. "You're so tight around me, baby, aren't ya?" You nodded with a moan and felt your walls clench around him.

He squeezed your nipple and nudged himself forward a touch, so he went even deeper inside of you. A shiver went up your spine as your ground your shoulder blades together. He hit your g-spot, and you shook from under him, arching your back. "Fuck, Harry, I'm going to come. Please don't stop," you said, and he improved his speed, slamming into you like never before.

"I'm close," he mumbled, and you felt him twitch in excitement. You began to tremble as you struggled to keep your one leg around his waist and your hand in his hair without practically pulling it out. You closed your eyes tightly and gasped while letting out a desperate cry as you came. Euphoria flooded through you as you didn't even notice Harry picking up the pace so he could follow shortly after you.

He soon pulled out of you and jacked himself off until he came on your stomach. He let out a long groan of pleasure as he rested his head on the pillow behind you and breathed heavily in your ear. He couldn't help but collapse on top of your rising and falling chest as you both tried to catch your breath. You gripped the back of his sweaty hair and sighed.

"This was supposed to be your reward, not mine," you panted, and he let out a breezy laugh.

"Trust me, it was."