Best Way To Spend A Friday Night.
Requested: No one follows me, so no.
Smut: Hell fucking yeah
Warning: Smut (duh) so pls don’t be, like, four.
“Mr. Styles,” I called as I entered the large, beautifully decorated office. “Mr. Horan is here for your three o’clock meeting,” I told him, looking down at my planner. He let out a sigh, taking his eyes off of his macbook and began to near me and Mr. Horan.
He shook Niall’s –I believe- hand and offered him a polite smile, to which Niall returned. “How are you?” Mr. Styles asked. I began to walk out of the room, seeing as he told me beforehand that I was not needed for this. I headed for the elevator, excited to get home and have a bit of “relief”, considering I had woken up horny.
I walked out of the building and proceeded to wait for a cab. Once I had hailed one, I told my address to the driver, and finally was on my way home. The car ride felt like forever, and the shitty pop music just added to my eagerness to get home. I began to fidget in my seat, crossing my legs wanting some sort of friction then uncrossing them. I had to take deep breaths in order to calm myself down, but once I saw my apartment building every moral I had when in the car disappeared. Once the car had stopped I had thrown my money at the passenger seat, clearly overpaying, and was already out of the car.
My excitement coursed through my body when I saw my apartment door come into view. I quickly got my keys out of my purse and unlocked the door. I ran straight to my bedroom, taking articles of clothing off as well. Once I was down to my lace panties I jumped on my bed and put my hands on my breasts, rolling my nipples in my forefinger and thumb. Moans spilled out of my mouth as I felt the dampness in my panties increase. I took one hand off of my breast and slowly crept it down towards my clothed clit, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves. I let out a sigh, my hand increasing its speed. Soft moans and panting were the only things you could hear in the room. I took my hand off of my clit and slipped it in my panties, continuing to rub harshly on my throbbing clit. My moans increased and began to get louder as I slipped a finger into my soaked pussy. My body was in ecstasy as I added another finger. Moaning, I brought my hand that was resting on my breast down to my clit, rubbing furiously searching for my orgasm. My moans were louder than ever, to the point where the neighbors could possibly hear. My body shook violently, the feeling in the pit of my stomach growing as my orgasm washed over me and let out a final moan. My breath was unsteady, and my heart raced as I lay on my bed worn out and tired.
I let out steady breaths and removed my fingers from its previous area. I made my way to my bathroom, planning to take a bath. I turned the knob on the tub, adding lavender scented bubbles soon after. The sudden knocks on my door startled me. I threw on my silk robe from Victoria’s Secret and neared the front door. No doubt it would be a noise complaint, as per usual. I opened the door and was surprised by Mr. Styles’ head of curls facing me. I cleared my throat, gaining his attention as he settled his attention on me. His eyes widened as he saw my appearance, his emerald eyes piercing my body licking his lips as he did so. It had then dawned upon me that I was only in a robe, one which barely covered my ass. He smiled, the silence becoming more awkward by the seconds. He opened his mouth, but soon closed it shaking his head after. “Uhm, do you need something?” I asked, trying not to sound rude.
“Do you have company or,” he chuckled. I gave him a puzzled look, not following what he was talking about. But then it hit me like a bus, he heard everything. My jaw dropped and a groan escaped my mouth. “You heard?” I asked. He chuckled, once again, and nodded. I placed my hands over my face, it heating up by the second. “God, was I that loud?” he laughed, which was basically the first time I had ever heard his laugh and it was kinda hot. He grabbed onto my hands and took them in his, removing them from my red face. “Don’t worry, it’s normal to have hormones, Y/N” he offered me a polite smile, dimples and all.
“Do you want to come in?” I asked, figuring that it was weird to be standing out of my apartment for nearly five minutes. He nodded, and I opened the door wider for him to enter, closing it behind him. “How did the meeting go?” I asked, attempting to make conversation. “We didn’t finish, his wife went into labor,” he was looking around the room, noticing all the small fixtures I thought would tie the place together. I nodded understandingly, I adverted my gaze to my fidgeting hands. When my mother got remarried, my sister went into labor during their vows.
It became awkward again as neither of us spoke up. I looked up at him, but his eyes were already on my body as a smirk was on his plump lips. “Who was it?” He asked, the smirk never leaving his lips. I gave him a questioning glance. “What do you mean,” I asked. “Come on, who did you imagine when you were touching yourself?” He got up from my couch, coming towards me. “I can’t just do it for my pleasure?” I asked, arching one of my eyebrows. “Who does it purely for pleasure anymore? I wouldn’t be able to do it, I always imagine someone,” the smirk on his face was beginning to annoy me, my urge to slap it off growing the longer it stayed. “And who would that be?” I asked, licking my lips. His eyes locked on my lips, licking his soon after. His gaze went south, towards my breasts; the only thing covering them was the robe. “Eyes up here buddy,” I snapped, rolling my eyes after. His hands found my hips, a questioning look on my face. His lips neared my ear, “Who do you think, princess?” His hands found my ass, squeezing it in his large hands. Moans threatened to spill, my breathing hitched as he tugged on my earlobe with his teeth. The feeling of his hands on my butt disappeared, as well as the feeling of him all together. “See you at work, Y/N” he smirked, a pout on my lips as he went out the door.
I puffed out a breath of air when my eyes widened. “Shit!” I shouted running to my, still running, bathtub.
I exited the elevator, walking towards my office. Another day of hell, I thought while letting out a groan. I unlocked the door, and entered, plopping down in my chair soon after. I let out, yet another, loud groan. “What a lovely way to greet me, Miss Y/L/N.”I looked up, noticing Mr. Styles in the doorway with a stack of papers in his hand. “Sorry, just tired,” I apologized, sitting up properly in my chair. He made his way near me, handing me the stack of papers. “Fax these to Horan Enterprises, and then make three copies of each paper. You’ll keep one copy while Liam and Louis keep a copy.” I gave him a questioning glance at the mentions of ‘Liam and Louis’. “My bad, Mr. Payne and Mr. Tomlinson.” I nodded, following what he was saying. He gave me a smile and exited my office. I groaned once more and then started on my instructions for the day.
I had continued to run about all day and had to venture onto the streets of New York, seeing as he asked me to pick up his dry cleaning, get him something for dinner and drop them both off at his penthouse. Once I had returned back to the office, it was ten ‘till five. Just ten minutes then I have Friday night to myself. A knock on the office door brought me out of my daydream. I muttered a come in and Mr. Styles sauntered in with his essentials in his hand. “You can leave now, no need to wait the ten minutes if you’re already finished.” I flashed him a grateful smile and gathered my things. “You ready?” He asked. I responded with a curt nod. We then made our way to the elevator, taking it to the car garage.
“Do you have a ride?” His eyes found mine, as I shook my head. “Okay,” he responded looking away, I stared at him with a questioning look, not knowing what he meant. “Stop staring,” he smirked. I rolled my eyes at him. “Stop rolling your eyes, they’re gonna fall out,” he smiled. Just to aggravate him, I did it once more. He glared at me, as I stared at the elevator doors. “Stop staring,” I mimicked with a smirk on my face, whilst he had an angered look on his.
Once we had reached the garage, he motioned me to follow him to his car. I stood beside him, as he looked at me questioningly. “Well, get in,” he stated in a ‘duh’ tone. I glared at him, getting in the passenger side. He then made his way to his side and then exited the garage.
The ride to my complex wasn’t uncomfortable, though it was filled with silence. Once he had pulled up, he parked at the spot designated for my car, if I had one. I had gotten out, shutting the door after thanking him. Once I had gotten to the stairs, he was following me. “What’s up?” I asked, not understanding why he was following me. “I’m coming in.” he stated, not caring if I had plans. Which, I don’t. “Why? I might have plans I need to get ready for,” I continued the way to my door. “But you don’t, so I’m going to keep you company.” I pulled the keys out of my purse. “How would you know,” I turned around, glaring at him. “Because, you would’ve kicked me out already,” Fuck, he’s right. “Fine, but don’t blame me for only liking Saturday’s nightlife.”
I walked towards my room, slamming the door after. I undressed and put on a tank top –one that made my boobs looks fucking amazing- and shorts –which also made my ass look great. “Y/N” Harry whined. “I’m bored,” I laughed, opening the door and walking out past him. “This is my Friday night, Harry. I make no plans just to relax.” I plopped on the couch, grabbing the remote and flicking on the tv. Harry groaned behind me, as the sound of ruffling clothes followed. I looked at him, watching as he took off his work jacket, his muscles flexing as he did so. I bit my lip, watching as he rolled up the sleeves on his white shirt, his tattoos evident under the white fabric. “Stop staring,” he smirked, looking over at me. “No thanks, I’m good,” I licked my lips. “You like what you see,” he asked cockily as I got up from my spot to near him, confidence surging through my veins. “I like what I see, a lot,” I smirked, placing my hands on his shoulders looking into his eyes that were now shades darker, lust clouding them. He placed his hands on my hips, drawing soothing patterns on the skin there.
I grabbed him by the back of his neck, crashing his lips with mine. Our lips molding together in a messy kiss. His tongue licking my bottom lip seeking access, of which I wasn’t going to give in soon. He rested his hands on my ass, licking my bottom lip once again; still I hadn’t given in yet. But once he slapped my ass, a moan escaped my parted lips as his tongue battled mine earning dominance. His hands squeezed and clawed at my ass, as I tugged on his hair. The longer we kissed, the messier it got. Our teeth were colliding, though neither of us mined, and his tongue explored my mouth. I moved my hands to rest on his shoulders then to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt. Once all the buttons were undone, his hand left my ass to take it off as well as my tank top. He groaned at the sight off my breast, “God, so fucking perfect” he placed his hands on my boobs, grabbing and squeezing them in his large hands. Our mouths were back on each other, memorizing and indulging at the feel of each other. He placed his hands on my thighs, squeezing the skin, picking me up soon after my legs wrapped around his torso. I detached our lips, kissing down his jaw line, occasionally sucking. Once I had reached his neck, I began sucking harshly on the exposed skin, soothing the sensitive skin with my tongue after. He then placed me on the island in the kitchen, tugging my shorts down my legs, smirking at the wet patch. He brought his head to the crook of my neck, attacking the skin there. I had brought my hands to the zipper of his pants, wanting them off immediately. I tilted my head back, granting him more access to finish his assault on my neck. He stepped away from me, removing his pants and shoes while I unhooked my bra. His eyes locked on my uncovered boobs, placing his hands on them soon after. He rolled them between his hands, bringing his head down to one sucking, licking, and biting bringing me immense pleasure. Moans left my lips, my head rolling back. I grabbed onto his hair, moaning out his name as groans left his mouth.
“Please,” I whimpered, my hands tugging harder at his hair. “What, princess? What do you want me to do?” his hands traveled down my body and rested atop of my panties, subtly teasing. The wetness on my panties should’ve been enough indication that I wanted his cock in me. Now. “I-I want your cock,” I moaned out. He chuckled at my eagerness. “You sure?” I nodded eagerly. “You don’t want my fingers in that tight little cunt of yours, hm?” I moaned at his words, grabbing his hands and placing them on my clothed clit. “How about my tongue? You want my tongue on your pussy?” I nodded, lying back on the counter waiting for the feel of him. He began to rub my aching clit while loud moans left my mouth. He began to pull my panties down my legs, his breath hitching at the sight of my dripping pussy. His finger ran down my slit, coating it in my wetness. “Who made you this wet?” he asked, licking his lips. “You, Harry, you make me so wet.” He moaned at my words, blowing on my pussy. I squirmed underneath him, completely ready to feel his tongue on me. He held my hips, as he began. Placing his tongue right against me, licking a stripe up my pussy, groaning as he did so. “You taste so fucking good.” He continued working on my core, licking from my clit to my entrance. I moaned his name, tugging at his hair every time his tongue would work new wonders on me. He then stuck three fingers in me with no warning. My moans became more frequent and louder. He pumped his digits in and out of me at a fast pace. Both his tongue and fingers working me over the edge as my body began to shake. “Fuck,” I shouted as his tongue worked on my clit as his fingers continuously found my g-spot with each thrust. “I’m gonna, fuck,” I screamed as my orgasm washed over me. His fingers continued to pump as I rode out my high. “You taste amazing, baby girl.” He said sucking my cum off his fingers.
“You ready baby, god I can’t wait to be inside of you” He then thrusted inside of my pussy with no warning, stretching my walls with his thick cock. My back arched off the counter as he pulled out completely and right back in. The pleasure he was giving me was incredible. Our moans and my occasional screaming were loud. “God your pussy feels so good wrapped around my fucking cock,” he said with a harsh thrust, causing me to scream out in ecstasy. He grabbed onto my legs, opening them wider to reach a deeper inside of me. He lowered his hand onto my throbbing clit, rubbing harshly on the bundle of nerves. I let out a scream, me chanting his name soon after. “’m close baby” he moaned into my ear. “You gonna cum? Hm? Come all over my cock, come on princess, come all over my thick cock in your pussy.” He thrusted harder. I chanted his name as my eyes squeezed shut as I released on his cock. “Fuck,” he yelled as he came inside me, still thrusting riding out both of our highs. He groaned and dropped his head to lay in the crook of my neck. We stayed like that for five minutes before he pulled out of me and picked me up gently, carrying me to my bedroom. He lay me down in my bed, him following soon after cuddling me whispering sweet nothings in my ear. “Go to bed, baby.” He said, rubbing my back and pecking my lips.
This was the best way to spend a Friday night.