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ilovetoxicfictionalmen · 7 months

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Female Company

Pairing - Shivering Soldier Dunkirk x fem!reader

Summary - You decide to give the shivering soldier some company in hopes to make him feel better, you do indeed.

Warnings - dubcon, handjob, blow job, rough.

Word count - 1.8k

Notes - Shivering soldier Cillian is underrated, also difficult to write so sorry if horrible writing as this felt rushed.

“Perhaps some female company would make him feel better” Peter, your brother suggested. All six eyes turned onto you, making your heart skip a beat. “Feel less intimidated and what not” Peter added.

Since you had saved the shivering soldier from the shipwreck, he had been at mute, refusing to show any signs of communication with anyone. He was down below deck, getting warm and hopefully to become more comfortable around these friendly strangers.

It was risky, you weren’t even really allowed on the Moonstone anyways. But you wanted to help, your father raised you properly, you were a qualified nurse for the army, you were here to help.

“I’m sure I can be good enough company” George interjected. George didn’t like it, the thought of you being alone down there with the shivering soldier, but that was more out of jealousy than obligation.

Mr Dawson shook his head towards George, then looked towards you. “I’m sure you’ll be able to make him feel comfortable enough sweetheart” your father gave you a pure smile. “And, God forbid if anything were to happen, we are all right here” Mr Dawson ached, raising his hands slightly at the thought of something bad occurring.

But your father trusted you, you were a good person who followed pure morals. All your life you’ve helped others, what’s one more soldier to the list? George gave an iffy look but decided to remain silent, looking out the ocean with his fists forming under his sleeves.

The small door creaked open as you stepped inside. “Hello?” You whispered as you lowered down the small ladder, you closed the small door behind you.

The shivering soldier was lying on the small, uncomfortable ship bed, a blanket wrapped around his cold body. His eyes were closed but you could tell he was awake. Slowly peeking open, the soldier stared you up and down. The soldier repositioned himself, sitting up on the thin mattress. You sat down next to him, the room was swaying in motion with the waves outside.

Sitting in silence for a while, you decided to break it. “Is there anything I can do for you? Water? More blankets?” You asked politely.

There were already such limited services you could provide for him, being on such a small boat and all. You were used to being able to help people, especially in these desperate times, but right now you feel hopeless.

After a short beat, the soldier mumbled his reply, “I’m okay, thank you”. You tried to read his expression, coming to the harsh thoughts that he didn’t seem to be amused to have you down here with him, that he just wanted to be alone after all, that you were intruding.

He was beautiful, despite his worn out expression and dirty, wet appearance. There were dark bags around his ocean blue eyes, and a couple of scratches over his face. You felt horrible for him, it was unimaginable what trauma the war can cause upon a man. No one would ever understand how terrifying and ruining his mind had become over this short time.

“Are you certain?” You checked, you’d hate that he would decline your help by either being too afraid or polite. There was no response from him. “Perhaps if you took off your jacket you could warm up faster” you suggested harmlessly, the soldier looked at you, his mouth was ajar open and eyes dark.

War tested men’s temptations, it demonstrated how much they really depended on a woman's touch. Men needed something to feel good about in these horrible days, their urges took over their logistics if no one was there to keep them in line. And right now you were defenceless in the beast’s cage, and he was off his chain.

In his defence, you were asking for it. Why else would you ask such a thing twice and then practically beg him to strip? The soldier quickly leant in and kissed you hungrily, his arms snaked around your body to keep you still. You were frozen, not sure how to react to his assault, his tongue slipped down your throat, hands gripping against your lower back as if life depended on it. His left hand moved to your breasts and kneaded them dispairly.

You’ve been kissed before, only once, but it was nothing compared to this, never so passionate and amorous.

A moan struggled to break out of your combined lips. Swiftly, he picked up your body and laid you onto your back, not as gently as you could hope, your hand reached for the ache stinging from the back of your head.

“Be a good little girl, and stay quiet, hm?” He ordered, his hand tapping your cheek to flatter you.

What else were you meant to do? Call out for help? Start a domestic between an old man, two kids and a war soldier? Even if you did so, what would happen afterwards, you’re on a boat deeply within the ocean.

The soldier felt your body with his rough hands, he was desperate to feel any touch, but too impatient to take it slow. Unbuttoning your shirt roughly, you were lucky that he didn’t rip off the buttons. The shape and look of your breasts made him believe he was already in heaven. When was the last time he’s felt a woman’s touch? How many countless nights of him dreaming for intimate touch? His mouth landed on your right breast first, then the left.

There wasn’t enough time, to properly feel you, to worship your body, to come over and over again. Your bodies felt the friction of the waves rocking yourselves back and forwards. Head in the palms of his hands, the soldier's hips were humping against yours, your legs wrapped around his small waist, he was groaning lowly, unable to contain himself, kissing your neck and side of your face.

Lying stiff underneath him, you couldn’t help but to moan back quietly, the fabrics between your bodies was too thick to feel the sensations fully, but this is the most touching of a man you’ve ever felt before, your back arched on the mattress.

“The fuck are you wearing pants for?” The soldier muttered, slapping the side of your thigh harshly. “How am I meant to fuck you without getting caught, aye?” He spat by your ear.

A lot of people still considered it taboo for women to wear pants, it took away femininity, and in this case, the easy access.

“M’sorry” you whimpered back underneath him, cheeks all flustered from the embarrassment and overwhelming situation.

“Guess you’re just going to have to put that mouth to better use” he sighed and sat up, he pulled you down to the ground, you landed on your knees. Repositioning you to be directly in front of him, he flexed his hips towards you. “Do you know how to suck cock?” He asked smugly.

“N-no” you whispered.

“Ever please a man at all before?” His eyebrow was cocked to you.

“No sir” you replied and he chuckled.

“That’s sweet, I’ll be quick anyways” he said with another tap to your cheek.

He gestured for you to put your hands onto his crotch, you could see the bulge through his damp pants but you didn’t expect it to feel so solid. It was like playing with a knick-knack, your hands travelled all around it, feeling its shape and size.

“Uh, alright, pull it out now, love” he purred, hand caressing the sides of your head with his eyes closed.

Your stomach turned at the way he called you love, you didn’t realise how badly you craved that validation. There was this undying small innocent smile on your lips, he looked down to you and gave you a smug smile back and a gentle pat on the cheek.

With shaking hands, you undid his belt and tugged down at his trousers. The soldier ended up helping you, not out of kindness, only restlessness. You gasped as he pulled out his cock, you didn’t realise it could be so – big. The soldier's cock was hairy as the base, had a couple of veins popping out at his length and had a pretty pink tip. If you knew any better about sex, you’d say that he’s already about to burst.

It was like natural instincts, he didn’t have to say anything, you automatically took his length in both hands, staring from the base and working your way up. He groaned and his head fell back, hands in your hair as you slowly worked your hands up and down his length. In another reality, he would have loved to have you take your time, worshipping his cock.

“Okay, sweetheart, I need your mouth around me right now” he hissed, leaning his upper body forward easily to push your head towards his member with his hands.

You pushed against him, your lips an inch away from his tip, okay, this was getting frightening now. The realisation of what you were doing below deck, could be interrupted at any moment, freaked you out. But that didn’t stop him, he pulled harder, making you yelp and your mouth pressed against his member. But you refused to open up for him, he rubbed your mouth and nose around his firm length, your hands pressed against his upper legs in an attempt to push free but it was pointless, you were whining.

“Fucking open up, you dumb whore” he spat, you mewled quietly, too afraid to catch anyone’s attention on deck. Reluctantly, you slowly opened your mouth and he slipped his tip in. “Ah, fuck” he muttered, the rocking of the boat, thrusted him deeper in and out of your mouth. He had no shame in swearing, muttering and whining underneath his breath, his balls already tightening. “Christ, I’m not going to fucking last-” he was breathless, eyes almost rolling back.

Forcing your mouth right down to his base, your cries were blocked by his size. There was no space to breathe, your jaw was aching and you were gagging. With how wide your mouth was, you were afraid that your jaw would lock, it was aching, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat over and over again. Tears were running down your cheeks as he was groaning under his breath, eyes squeezed shut, nostrils flaring and jaw clenched.

Without a warning, he bursted right down your mouth, his legs shaking slightly, hands tightened around your hair. The soldier bit on his lower lip to silence his moan of pleasure as his cock was spurting out straight into your throat.

It tasted salty and bitter, your face scrunched up at the taste, but he didn’t pull out his member until you swallowed it all, it was difficult to swallow with his cock covering the entirety of your mouth. Slowly slipping himself out, he tucked himself back into his trousers and ran his hand through his hair.

Tears were slowly running down your cheeks, you felt your aching jaw softly and sniffled, the soldier pulled you up onto the bed and wiped your face clean with his bare hand. He sighed, looking you up and down. Giving you one last kiss, he murmured to you, “thanks for the company”.

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cinemastyles-backup · 6 months

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One and Done?

Summary: Anon request - “Hello I have a oneshot request/idea can you do an enemies to lovers where y/n is just as popular as Harry and he can't stand it but he secretly loves her and make it as smutty as you possibly can?”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, enemies to lovers, angst, asshole!harry, masterbation using vibrator, dirty thoughts, dirty talk, fingering, oral (f rec), spanking, creampie, filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

DUNKIRK HARRY

"You can't just not show up to the press conference, Harry." I overhear my manager tell Harry. Well, our manager.

"Why not?" Harry argues, "You'll have y/n there. She can cover all the questions."

I roll my eyes and smirk, Harry cannot stand that I'm just as big as he is. It gets under his skin that his fans love me just as much as him, and I live for that.

"You're the other star of the movie, Harry. You can't just bail on the press for it. We need you to talk about it."

I take a deep breathe and walk around the corner, "Hey, mick, I was looking- oh sorry did I interrupt something?" I glance at Harry and poorly hide my smirk on purpose.

"Yeah, kinda." Harry says with an annoyed tone.

"No, y/n. What's up?" Mick says with a sigh.

"I was wondering what the dress code for tomorrow is." I cross my arms and put my weight on my left leg, popping my hip out, "Is it dress up? Casual?"

"Yeah, we have a dress for you. They're bringing it tomorrow morning." Mick's phone rings, "If you'll excuse me.." he picks up the phone and leaves the room.

I look at Harry, "What?"

He shakes his head, "Did I say anything?"

I shrug, "You're staring at me like you want to."

He rolls his eyes and scoffs, "Staring? Never." He walks over and grabs a bottle of water, "You wish I would stare at you."

I pretend to gag, "Barf."

He tilts his head, "No, I was actually thinking about what horrid dress they're going to make you wear tomorrow."

I roll my eyes, "Please. I could wear a stained table cloth and still look better than you." I turn to walk out and Harry says my name.

I turn and look at him, "What."

He walks over to me and looks down. A smirk slowly grows on his lips, "Good luck tomorrow. You're going to need it."

He brushes his chest against mine and walks out.

——

I lay in bed alone. Tossing and turning, kind of anxious for tomorrow's press conference.

I roll onto my back and let out a sigh as I drop my hands beside me onto the bed. I bite my lip and flip the covers off of my body.

I get up and walk over to my suitcase, digging though to pull out my compact vibrator. I smile and prance back to bed. I pull the covers back over and bite my lip as I click the button to turn it on.

I go through the options until I'm on the highest setting. I place the vibrator on my clit and arch my back, letting out a gasp.

I spread my legs wider and try to picture something to help me get to the release I'm so desperately craving.

Harry.

I pull the vibrator away from my body and sit up, "No." I say to myself, "No. No. No."

I toss the vibrator on the bed and lay back down. I chew on the inside of my lip and sigh, he'll never know.

I lean up and snatch the still buzzing object off the bed and place it between my legs again.

Harry circles my brain. In my mind, I make the sex scene we filmed real, and with a few added details.

His cock plunging deep into my pussy. His hands tangled into my hair. His voice, deep and raspy as he tells me how much of a good girl I'm being for him.

I moan Harry's name loudly which catches me off guard and I slam my hand over my mouth.

I arch my back off the bed and squeeze my thighs together as I cum to the image of Harry absolutely railing me into the mattress.

My chest rises and falls quickly as I slowly pull the vibrator away and click it off. I lay it next to me on the bed and slowly take my hand away from my mouth.

Harry's room is right next to mine and I hope to God he didn't hear me.

——

"Good morning." Gwen, who does the makeup, greets as I sit down in her chair, "Oh honey. Did you not sleep last night? You look exhausted."

Harry walks in and sits down next to me, "Yeah, y/n, you look like you were up all hours of the night." He smirks and sips his coffee.

Oh god, he heard me. He fucking heard me.

"Harry. Stop it. You look tired too." Gwen snaps pointing a makeup brush at him.

I smirk slightly, "Yeah, Harry. You look like you were up all hours of the night." I mock him in a fake British accent. He rolls his eyes and starts to get his hair done.

"I'll fix you up nice and pretty, don't you worry." Gwen winks at me in the mirror and I smile, "Thanks."

——

"Okay people. It's almost red carpet time!" Don the direction yells while clapping his hands.

"You two better play nice today or I swear to God.." Mick says through gritted teeth.

"Not me you have to worry about." Harry throws me under the bus.

"Mhm." Mick rolls his eyes, "Just- both of you please .. this is important."

"You got it." I give him a thumbs up and give Harry an eye roll. He chuckles and shakes his head.

"What?" I ask turning towards him, "If you have something to say, say it."

He leans in close to me and whispers, "I heard you."

I freeze and stare at him in shock, unable to process that he fucking heard me touching myself to him.

Him of all people.

"Y/N." I blink and look over at Mick, "Y/N. Go. It's your turn."

I suddenly come back to the embarrassing reality and turn away from Harry. I take a deep breathe and smooth my dress out, walking with shaky legs down the carpet.

I smile, turn, and pose for the photographers, moving down the line. The fans scream for me, just as much as they do for Harry and I glance down at him. He clenches his jaw and forces a smile.

Even though he might know what I did, I still get under his skin and his huge narcissistic ego is bruised.

I walk up to the fans to sign a few things and say hello and they go wild.

"Hello. Hi. Hello. Thank you for coming." I say with a huge smile, "Thank you."

"Y/N. You look beautiful!"

"Thank you!" I smile and pose for a selfie with a few fans, "I gotta go! Thank you! Thank you!" I blow kisses as I walk to the last group of photographers.

"Can we see the dress?"

"Do a little spin for us, yeah?"

I spin around slowly, allowing them to see just how good this dress shows off the curves of my body.

"Can we get the stars of the movie together please?"

My heart sinks to my ass and I swear fell out.

"Of course you can!" Harry says with a chuckle as he walks up to me, "Hello." He says with a smirk, "Nice to finally hear- er, I mean see you again."

I can feel my cheeks getting hot and I swallow, "Fuck off." I mumble through a smile.

"Sounds like you already beat me to it. Last night at least." He pulls me closer to him and looks up at the cameras.

I fight to hold my smile. It feels like forever until they're finally done with us.

"Thank you!" I smile and walk away from Harry. I walk into the hallway to meet the other cast members who are joining us today.

I lean against the wall and take a deep breathe. I look over as Harry walks in and I scoff and turn away. He walks up and leans his shoulder against the wall behind me, "You know.." he pauses.

I shake my head and pull my arm away as he touches the back of my arm, "Y/N." I can sense that he stepped closer, "If you would have asked.." he leans down, his lips are almost touching my ear, "I could have helped you."

I whip around and lay a hand on his chest, "You don't know what you're talking about." I yell in a quiet tone, "So just shut your fucking mouth and let me the hell alone."

He chuckles, "I get it. I'd fantasize about me, too. I promise you're not the only one."

"You're so disgusting." I roll my eyes and turn back around, "Fucking men." I grumble to myself.

"You're not easy to like yourself, sweetheart. So maybe before you judge anyone else, you work on fixing yourself." He huffs.

"I don't need.." I turn around, "I don't need to work on anything other than hating you more."

"Mhm." He rolls his eyes and looks at me, "I'm sure you hate me so much." He fake moans the last two words.

"Hmm. I don't need to hate you more because you've just maxed out the scale of hate." I roll my eyes and walk forward, getting ready to walk in.

"Go, y/n." Mick says motioning for me to walk in.

I put on a smile and walk in, waving to the crowd and blowing kisses as they cheer for me. I walk up on stage and take my seat, smiling and thanking them.

Harry walks in and it's the same level of excitement as it is for me. I purse my lips together and look down, brushing my lashes with my finger to hide my smirk.

"Hello, everyone. Thank you." He takes his seat, of course, right next to me.

——

This is has been a piece of cake. The questions were easy. The answers were easy. We were in the home stretch- until that one interview had to ask that one goddamn question.

"What we're the feelings going on during the big sex scene that you and Harry had to do?"

I stare at her for a few seconds before I speak, "Um, well. I feel like you need to have a certain level of trust when doing something like that, you know?" I start, "I can definitely say that there was a lot of that. We had an amazing coach there with us to help us achieve the level of realness, I guess you could say?"

I glance over at Harry and smile at him, "I couldn't have asked for a better partner to do that scene with."

I look back out to the crowds and Mick gives me two thumbs up.

"And Harry?" The interviewer asks, "How do you feel about it?"

Harry takes a deep breathe and thinks for a moment, "I have to agree with y/n on that actually. You also have to fully be okay with being that.. naked with a couple other people in the room, and y/n was just as nervous as I was at first." He leans forward, "We got comfortable with each other pretty quick."

"And how was that? Did you guys like-"

I cut her off, speaking kinda quickly, "No. No. it was more like we knew we had to do this so we talked each other through our nerves and just focused on making this movie the best it could possibly be."

"Thank you."

I nod and avoid looking over at Harry.

"Let's have a round of applause for our amazing cast of Rose and Levi." The host says clapping with the crowd.

I stand up, smiling and waving, and praying this is over so I can go curl up in my hotel room and die for the rest of the day.

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"We leave tomorrow morning. The cars will be waiting out front to take us to the airport, seven am. Don't be late." Mick says nodding, "You did good today. See you tomorrow."

I smile and grab my bag, "Thanks." I walk to the elevator and press the button. Someone else walks up and I can immediately tell that it's Harry.

"Not one word the entire way up." I say as the doors open. I get on and turn around. My eyes follow him as he walks on. He presses the three button and steps back.

He has his hair pushed back with glasses and a grey hoodie on with black shorts and I find myself thinking what it would be like to get fucked on an elevator.

I chew on the inside of my lip and beg myself to stop thinking that way.

The doors open and I practically sprint off and down the hall way to my room. I give Harry one last look, debating on acting on my thoughts or not.

I tilt my head and go into my room, shutting the door quickly. I press my back against the door and listen to see if I can hear him go into his room or not.

It stays silent and I let out a sigh, "Fuck." I run my hands over my face and go into the bathroom to run a shower.

I strip down from my morning clothes and put the robe on that's hanging on the door. I pour a glass of wine as I wait for the water to heat up and I drink it all in one gulp.

I pour another and do the same thing before I set the glass down and walk into the bathroom. I shut the door and step in.

I let the water run over my body and Harry's voice runs through my head, I could have helped you.

I bite my lip and shake my head. He wasn't serious. Was he? No, no. I'm not asking. No.

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I wrap my hair in the towel and put the robe back on, loosely tying the belt around my waist.

I pour another glass of wine, but this time I take my time with it. There's a knock on the door and I look up, "Coming." I look through the peephole and let out a sigh.

"What do you want?" I say as I open the door. Harry pushes past me and walks right in, "Yeah, sure. Just co-"

He turn around and cuts me off, "Just shut the hell up for a minute, okay?"

I stare at him shut the door, "Yes sir."

He runs a hand through his hair, "You." He groans, "Fuck." He walks toward me then turns around, "God dammit, y/n."

"What the hell did I do?" I hold out my arms to the sides and watch was he paces, "If you ca-"

"You made me love you."

I cannot produce words anymore, so I just stand there, completely blindsided by what he said.

"You.." he walks over and stands in front of me, "You have a fire inside of you that just.. pulls me in and it gets worse the harder I try to fight it." His eyes scan over my face, "What you did last night? Moaning my name.. I've done countless of times with yours."

My lips part and I just stare at him.

"You have no fucking idea how much I wish I could have just .. Fucked you for real during our scene. Just ripped those panties off of you and shoved my cock deep into that pussy of yours."

My breathe catches in my throat and I look around, "H-Harry." I whisper trying to comprehend the words he just spoke, "I-I.."

He steps towards me, "Hearing you moan my name is something I've dreamed of hearing, y/n."

I watch as he traces the fabric of my robe.

"And the fact that you're loved by the world, makes it even worse for me because you could have anyone you want an-"

"I want you." I speak quickly. I repeat the words I just spoke in my head and nod, "I want you."

He smirks and is quick to untie my robe, revealing my naked body to him. He seen me naked a couple times but the look on his face is like he's seeing me for the very first time all over again.

His eyes scan over my body and he pulls me in by my robe, "You're so fucking sexy, y/n." His hands slide onto my hips and he pulls me into him.

I finish my wine quickly and set the glass on the table. Harry picks me up and takes me to the bed, laying me down and kissing up my body to my lips.

My hands grab his neck and I pull him close, almost like my body missed him.

It did.

"Tell me what you did last night." He says, "Tell me what you thought about."

"You." I whisper, "I thought about you."

"Doing what, my love?" Harry drags his fingers down my naked body, stopping once he reaches my clit.

My lips part as he presses down, "To-touching myself." I breathe out and moan. He presses circles onto my clit as his lips place little kisses on my skin.

"Did it feel good?" He asks quietly, "Did touching yourself to me feel so good?"

I nod and arch my back, "Y-yes."

"I was awake, doing the same thing." He kisses my jaw line, his fingers move down and slip inside of me, "But with you. Thinking about your beautiful, naked body under mine."

I moan as he pushes his fingers deep into me, curling them.

"You drive me fucking insane, y/n." He mumbles as he nudges his nose against my neck, "I hate it."

I open my eyes and look at him, "You.. hate it?"

"Well.." he tilts his head, "Until now. I hated it until this very moment."

I smile slightly and gasp as he thrusts his fingers in slowly, "Harry." I whimper, "Please."

"Please what? Hmm?" He kisses from my cheek to my lips, "Tell me baby. Tell me what you want."

"I need your cock." I clench around his fingers and he chuckles, "Can you cum for me, y/n?" He works his fingers in and out at a slightly faster pace, working me to the edge.

"Fuck." I gasp loudly as I cum on his hand.

He groans lowly, "Good job, baby."

I catch my breathe and look up at him, "Why didn't you ever tell me?" He slips his hoodie and shirt off and shrugs, "It was easier to hate you at the time."

"What do you mean?" I sit up and watch as he slowly pushes his sweats down.

He shakes his head, "That's not important anymore." He takes his boxers off and crawls up the bed. I lay back as he moves on top of me and I look up at him.

"What's important right now.. is that I find out what you taste like." He smirks slightly and kisses down my body.

I bite my lip and watch as he pushes my legs further apart and licks his lips. I throw my head back and my back rises off the bed as his tongue slides up my pussy.

He moans as his tongue slides in and out and I whine, "Harry." He grips my inner thighs and his fingers dig in.

I let out a loud moan and reach down with one hand to lay it on his head. My fingers gradually gather a fist full of hair and I pull as I push him closer.

I repeatedly moan out his name as he tongue fucks me.

His nose rubs my clit, adding additional pleasure and I cum again. He continues to eat me out for another few minutes and pulls away with a satisfied sigh.

"You taste fucking delicious, y/n." He whispers as he makes his way up to me again, "Hearing you moan out my name is music to my ears. I fucking love it."

I bite my lip and lean up to connect my lips with his. My tongue slides into his mouth and I moan at my taste on his tongue.

"Roll over." He commands.

I roll over onto my stomach and his hands grip my ass cheeks, "Fuck." He groans, "So fucking hot."

He leans down and kisses down my back as he grips my hips to pull them up. I move my legs up so my ass is in the air for him.

"You want my cock?" He asks delivering a slap to my right cheek, "Hmm?"

I nod and moan, "Yes."

"Couldn't quite hear ya, love." He delivered a smack to my left cheek.

"Yes." I practically scream out from the pained pleasure he gave me, "Yes Harry."

"Mm." He spreads my folds apart and pumps his fingers inside of me a few times before he pulls them out and replaces it with his cock.

I push my face into the mattress and leg out a loud moan as I grip the sheets.

"I want to hear you, baby." Harry says grabbing my hair and pulling my head up, "I want to hear you scream while I fuck the shit out of you."

I nod once and moan as he pushes his cock all the way inside of me, "Fuck, Harry!"

He groans and pulls out, roughly thrusting back in.

I let out a loud moan and push my hips back to meet his. His hand on my hip tightens as he starts to thrust, hard and slow.

"Your pussy is hugging my cock in all the right ways. Fuck." He moans, "I knew I needed you."

I moan louder with each hard thrust. Screaming out his name with the most utter pleasure, "Fuck. Fuck."

I clench around him and claw at the bed, "H-ha-" I can't even speak. My eyes roll shut and my body goes numb.

Harry groans and let's go of my hair. My head falls onto the bed and he grips my hips, pulling my hips back to meet his thrusts.

"Fuck, y/n." He moans, "You're going to make me cum sooner than I want, fuck."

I grip the sheets and pull, letting the whole hotel know, if they don't already know by now, that's I'm being given a proper fuck.

Harry's thrusts slow down and I can feel his cock twitch inside of me.

I let out a sigh and lay my body down as soon as he pulls out.

Harry falls down next to me and we lay there for a few minutes until he finally gets up. He puts on his sweats and lays his hoodie on the bed.

"So what was that? Just a one and done fuck?" I ask grabbing my robe and putting it on, "Or.." I tie my robe shut again and sit on the edge of the bed.

He looks at me and stares at me for a few seconds before he walks over to me.

He stands between my legs and lifts my chin up with his fingers, "If anyone else touches you, I'll break every single one of their goddamn fingers. You're mine now, baby."

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