Request: Smutty smut smut In which harry and Y/N have a bet to see who can get the other off faster with oral and whomever looses has to wear that persons favorite team colors for the game that's night. (Packers vs Seahawks or Jets)
I had so much fun writing this!
Thank you for the request, lovely! Hope you like this one!
#16: You bet**
Y/N sits in her study room, legs propped up on the table, figure slumped on the leather chair, and her laptop resting on her lap as she went through her mails. The idea of work from home worked just apt for her; apart from the comfort and relaxation to her, it also brought Harry a consolation of always having her with him, wherever he goes, whichever part of the world he rests in. Anyhow, it was no casual work; Y/N put her heart and soul into the works assigned to her, and as a result her pay was always on the line of increase and promotions always seeked her way. In all, she was on the line of great prosperity, along with her love life hand in hand.
“Y/N!” She hears him a moment before he barges into the room, panting. “Y/N!”
“Yeah?” She looks up from her laptop, giving a bored look.
“Y/N.” He says again, stepping inside the room, and walking round to her side. “Are you through with your work?”
“Yeah, just one mo-“
“Okay, good.” He shuts the laptop with a thud, Y/N eyes widening as she gives him a look, and she barely has time to protest, when suddenly, he’s picked her off of the chair, tucking his arm under knee and other under her back, lifting her in the air.
“Harry, what the-“ Her arms wrap tightly around his neck, as he walks out of the room, walking in the direction of their bedroom. “Harry, stop! What’re you doing?”
“You’ll see.” He tells her, monotone in his voice, as he stands before their bedroom door. He opens the door in haste, almost tripping on his feet, and somehow, stumbles towards the bed, throwing her on top of the mattress.
“Harry!” Y/N scolds, rubbing her behind in agony, as she gives him a look.
Harry looks down at her, staring intensely to make her knees feel weak and her anger rush out of her mind.
“Okay, let’s do it.” He takes off his shirt in one quick motion; Y/N barely has time to admire his sexy tattoos and the little tummy he’s acquired, before he’s lied on top of her, pressing down on her body with his, lips curling in a kiss on her jaw.
She smiles as he leans up to kiss her lips. His hands wander down her body, pulling her tunic up her till he has his hands touching her stomach.
“Ah.” Y/N moans into his mouth; he breaks away, kissing down her jaw. “Someone’s in quite a mood today.” She chuckles.
“Hmm.” Harry hums against her chest, opening his mouth against her covered breasts, and she is arching her back to get closer to him. “I’m in mood.” He continues his trail, kissing over her stomach; sitting up to pull her tunic over her head. Their lips press again, and he says in her mouth. “Mood for some football without any disruption.”
Y/N eyes shoot upon, she absorbs his words. “What?” She lifts her head off the mattress to look at him.
Harry looks up from kissing her valley between her breasts. “Yeah, the football match between the mighty Packers and the Seahawks.” He says to her, grinning.
Y/N sits up, pushing him to do along. “So, why aren’t you going and watchin’ it?”
“Because the match’s in the evening, and I need no, NO, distractions or disturbance while I’m watching; so you have me right now – finish off with your fetishes and kinky fuckeries now, so that I’m relieved for the evening.”
Y/N’s eyes narrow. “Why are you like this?”
“The match is bloody important, Y/N! I cannot-CANNOT miss any second of it!” He says, eyes widening dramatically.
Y/N looks away from him, not impressed. Harry sighs, tugging her shoulders so she lies back down. “C’mon, let’s get over with it, it’s not like you take too much time to get off anyway..”
“Excuse me?!” She booms at him, mouth agape, eyes widened, utterly offended. Harry snickers at her expression.
“What?” He smiles. “I’m just stating facts.”
“Well, Mister Harry Fucking Styles.” Y/N stands on her knees, getting taller than his sitting figure, as she leans towards him with a finger poking his chest. “You should pretty much write this down, but I have the most holding back power, okay?!”
“You’re telling me?” Harry counters, musing at her childlike demeanor. “I, who has discovered your body like you yourself haven’t, and know you like the back of my hand – you dare to challenge my intellect?” He gets up on his knees, towering her.
“But it’s my damn body! I know it better than anyone else does!” She states, tightening her arms at her sides, and she puffs her chest, acting intimidating.
Harry laughs out loud, throwing his head back, and Y/N’s looking at him, absolutely anguished. She crosses her arm over her chest, looking away, pouting. A thought strikes her, and she looks back, smirking to him.
“If we are really doing this, then let’s just talk about how easily you wet yourself even when I dry hump you!”
Harry’s laugh ceases; he looks down at her, eyebrows crooked up. “That’s because I let myself do so!”
“Oh, shud up!” Y/N drawls, tittering.
Harry shakes his head, leaning in closer to her. “I am a control freak, I can control myself real bad.” He states it to her.
“Oh, but, baby.” Y/N hold his chest muscles in her hands, looking him in the eyes. “I know your body like the back of my hand, and you ain’t got no control over your horny self!” She mocks him.
Harry fumes; clutching her wrists, he pins her down on the bed; Y/N wrestling from underneath him, stopping him from nearing close.
“Do you intend to challenge me, Miss Y/N Y/L/N?” He rasps out.
Y/N chuckles, intertwining their fingers to get a better grip at the wrestle. “Oh, I don’t fight losers!”
“Loser you!” He ducks down quick, overpowering her; his lips meet at her neck, and Y/N gasps, pushing him with all her might, and succeeding in bringing him underneath her.
“We’ll see about that, Styles!” She says, pinning his hands down on his sides, panting from the exertion. Harry leans forward from the mattress, to her, chattering his teeth as in to bite her, and she flinches, squealing, away from him.
“Let’s do it, then.” Harry pants. “Let me give you a good taste of defeat, aye?”
“Alright, you’re done, baby.” Y/N gets off of him, standing off the bed, hands on her hips. “The one who loses wears the opposite teams color for the whole match.”
Harry sits up, surprised. “So, you don’t support the Packers?!” He panics.
“You’re on their side so I have to oppose you.” Y/N shrugs.
“Oh, dear.” Harry gasps, rubbing his hands over the length of his face. “Y/N, I have to say this, but I think we’ll have to reconsider our relationship-“
“Harry, it’s just for the bet!” Y/N gives him an ambushed look. “C’mon, now, get ready. I’m getting the stopwatch - I am counting on every second!”
“Oh, you’re on, baby!”
So, it begins.
The room is eerily quiet; Y/N lies on the bed, naked, her phone in her hand as she scrolls through her feed, waiting for Harry to show up from the bathroom.
A moment later, the bathroom lock clicks, Harry walks out, dressed in just his boxers, hair damp with water dripping on his shoulders. Y/N puts her phone away on the side table, folding her legs close to her chest as she watches him come close to her.
A hot, bothering gasp leaves her lips as she eyes him, walking up to her in an absolute seductive, dominant manner, and she’s squeezing her legs, feeling her strength falter.
“No talking.” She tells him, as he sits down before him, on the bed. She points out her weakness; it completely has her pooling if he starts to urge her, talk to her while getting down. His silky voice, wrapped with raspy touch he adds, makes it absolutely inevitable to not lose control.
“My turn, my rules.” He says, smirking at her. He sits in a crawling position, eyeing her bent knees, and then meets her eyes. Slowly, with his hands, he holds her knees, parting them, till he has enough space to fit in between.
Y/N’s breathing shakes, she covers her mouth with her hand to hide the fact.
Harry bites his lip. “Seems you’d be falling apart even before I touch you.”
Y/N’s eyes narrow, and she keeps quiet.
Harry leans forward, till his stomach is pressed against her crotch, and his face digs into her breast. “C’mon, talk to me, kitten. You know I love it when you do.” He muses, dipping his head over her left breast, brushing his lips over the supple nipple; Y/N feeling the reeling effect down to her core.
“Kitten?” She tries to distract her mind by talking. “That’s out of syllabus, Harry.”
Harry looks up, smiling wickedly. “Surprise, surprise.”
Y/N groans, throwing her head back. Her body leans onto the headboard, as Harry goes down on her, kissing the way down to her thighs.
“It’s a torture.” He begins, kissing her stomach. “Going this slow on you, I know how much you like it when I’m..rough.” He blows over the skin of her torso, dipping low to kiss her navel with a loud smacking sound.
Y/N whimpers loud, her hands tightening around the sheets under her, her eyes falling shut.
Harry sits up, rubbing circles on her knees to only slide his hands down, cupping her thighs in them.
He kisses her inner thighs, his breath brushing past her clit now and then, giving her shudders through her body.
“Soft, so soft.” Harry coos, sucking on her skin.
“Harry.” Y/N grunts.
“Mhm?” Harry looks up. “Coming already, are you?”
“No.” Y/N snorts. “The stopwatch, I didn’t start it.”
Harry gives her an accusing look, before leaning forward to get the stopwatch in his hands, setting it down after doing the necessary.
“Good that I got you aroused before.” He says, as he fits himself back in between her legs.
“Not really.” She teases, shrugging her shoulder casually.
This has Harry bubbling with rage, and he lifts her side, slapping down on her behind. She groans, chuckling at his behavior.
“You bad girl, bad, bad, girl.” He shakes his head, slapping hard again. “How does that feel? Does it tickle your core, kitten? Does it give you an electric buzz? Hm?”
Y/N tightens her lips, reluctant to spill out the moan captivated in her mouth.
Harry’s grip around her thighs tighten, and bringing them close, he suddenly spreads them apart with a jerk, having her gasp loud at the suddenness occur at the stretch. He starts to kiss her from the chest again, playing around with her nipple before tugging them with his teeth, causing her to whimper.
Trailing down, he’s right below her stomach, his lips hovering for too long, before he duck down to suck at the skin. Y/N’s hands clutch at the sheets tighter, his scruff above his lips tickling her skin uneven, and she’s having a bad urge to touch herself down there.
His breath then feels over her core, warm and contrasting to the chill caused to it from being exposed.
He bops his nose over her entrance, leaving a few pecks right on spot but going no deeper, and he pulls away.
An unintentional grunt escapes her, she opens her eyes to look at him eyeing her down. The desperation builds in the pits of her gut, and she’s forced to open her mouth.
“Harry, you’re running out of time.”
His eyes twinkle hearing her say so. “Ah, so Kitten’s giving in, is she now?” He muses.” It doesn’t seem so hard anymore.”
He leans back down between her, gliding his lips teasingly over her thighs. “Tell me, kitten, d’ya want me now? Here, right here?” His fingers touch her entrance, brushing past the skin, making her arch her back, and bite down on her lip in suppression.
“Mhm.” She hums.
Harry ducks low, finally attaching his mouth onto her entrance the way she likes, and a moan escapes her lips in approval.
“Let me see you come, kitten. Give it to me, baby, give me your taste..” Harry moans into her, slipping his tongue past her walls, and furiously flicking it against her core.
“Ah, Harry.” The pain builds in her gut; her hands sliding into his hair, clutching hard to ease her tension. She can’t be coming now; it’s way too early.
Her breathing accelerates, she is pulling herself from the feeling; tensed and sweaty, her groans seem to not cease anymore.
“Come for me, baby, come for me.” Harry urges, his hot breath fanning deep into her, and accentuating the already build up feeling her.
Harry takes her skin in his mouth, sucking down. This makes her thrust herself down onto his mouth, wanting his lips just everywhere on her. Harry’s hands wrap around her thighs, digging his fingernails into her supple skin, as he leaves open mouthed kisses on her, separating her walls with his tongue then and now to lick her off within.
“Baby, I need you.” He begs, looking up at her. She has tears at the corner of her eyes, her mouth is open. Her face pumps Harry; she can’t do it anymore – he assures himself. “Kitten, come for me, I need you, I wanna-“ He kisses her again down, breathing hard against her core. “I wanna taste you, you sweet, sweet, baby. Give it to me, gimme yourself. C’mon, kitten.”
A shudder goes down her body; and she’s had it. Tears don’t stop anymore, her hands tighten at his roots as his mouth attaches back on her, and his tongue doesn’t care for being gentle.
She reaches her climax, screaming his name, as the feeling of holding back now feels fatal. Her hands leave his hair; they come up, covering her eyes, as she realizes her defeat. Harry chuckles, as he wipes her clean, flicking his tongue on everywhere to have her sweet flavor reside in his tongue.
He sits up, reaching for the stopwatch, and he points it to her, laughing. “Two minutes fifty eight seconds, babe.”
Y/N groans against her hands. Harry leans forward to her, trying to pull her hands away, but she, like a grumpy child, keeps them intact.
“Look at you.” He laughs, hands wrapped around her wrists. “Acting like a little kid. It’s not about winning or losing, Y/N, but I have a strong feeling that I’ll win.” Her hands flies, slapping his shoulder. He ducks, pulling away her hands with force, to find her face red in anger.
His laugh has no control. “Sweetheart.” He muses, reaching forward to kiss her, but she pulls away, pouting her lips.
This has him laughing even more. “C’mon, you.”
“It’s all the fault of you calling me kitten!” She finally speaks, but all angry.
Harry coos. “It’s such a sweet name, who knew it would get you all weak.” He chuckles.
Y/N eyes narrow. “Oh, I still have my turn left. It’s not game over, yet!”
“First, gimme a kiss, please.” She leans up from the mattress, puckering her lips to give a quick peck, but realizing his mouth taste so good, she goes for another kiss, and ends up letting him take control.
She sits up on his hips, fingers brushing against the hemline of his boxer briefs.
“I could totally get you off by just dry humping.” She challenges, biting her lip.
Harry sets the stop watch, musing.” We haven’t got much time, honey.”
Y/N rolls her eyes, chuckling sarcastically. “Ah-ha, baby. You’d be coming with just a flick of my ass over your pants.”
Harry gives her an amused smirk. “Ready, set, go!”
Y/N’s lips duck to his neck, pressing her lips against his sweet spot, kissing on while her hands palm him through his briefs. Her lips trail down, kissing his nipples, then the smaller ones, having him leave a throaty chuckle.
She kisses down his stomach, on his moth tattoo, giving a delicious moan as her lips press down. Harry’s figure shudders – her guess totally correct at his weakness: her making sounds.
Trailing down, she kisses him over his navel, giving a smacking sound, that has his breathing deepening in anticipation. Her come over the bulge in between his legs, kissing down while she looks up at him through her eyelashes. Their eyes meet, and Harry’s quick to look away, biting his lip.
Smirking, she reaches for the hemline of his boxers, dragging them down his legs. His member comes springing out into her hand, and she clutches it tight, looking up at him as she rises in a sitting position.
“Mine.” She says, moving towards him; their lips meet in a quick kiss. “Only mine.” She kisses him again, getting their chest to touch; her nipples against his warm skin, and she leaves a throaty moan into his mouth, his groan following simultaneously.
His face turns somber, tension etched clearly in the clouds before his eyes – all signs of amusement vanished in just a few moments. Y/N’s hands pumps him, slowly and achingly, giving him a hard time breathing.
“Baby, don’t stop.” Harry says in a fragile tone, his eyes falling close.
“I won’t.” Y/N moans, kissing his mouth softly. She sits on his one thigh, rubbing herself against his hairy skin.
She looks down at her hand, pumping his hard, swollen self, and an inevitable moan escapes her lips, body rocking faster against his thigh.
She bends down slowly, bumping her nose against his tip, and he gasps, searching down in anticipation. She brushes her lips, sliding her body down to rest in between his legs. Harry can’t keep his eyes off of her, as he waits to let her take him in his mouth.
“Turn over.” She looks up at him.
“Turn. Over” She says again, eyes boring into his.
“You mean, you’re gonna-“
“Mm-hmm.” She nods innocently, Harry’s eyes’s widening.
He does as she says, lying flat on his stomach. Her lips come over his back, kissing along the length of his spin, stopping just above his spine. A moan leaves his lip, fidgeting slightly as he waits for her.
Her hands clutch his bare behind, kneading in her petite hands. Harry feels a shudder, his breath accelerating.
“Such a pretty ass.” She muses, leaning down to kiss over each cheek.
“You’ve never done this.” Harry stutters.
Urging his hips to buck up, she gets him to kneel with his behind to her. Harry’s body seems shivering, completely losing senses, as Y/N’s hand spread his cheeks apart, running a slick finger against the line.
Harry’s hips buck, his teeth chattering in longing. Y/N’s lips replace her finger, leaving a small peck, and that has Harry groaning like a wild animal. He is breathing through his mouth, as her lips press onto his more, kissing him repeatedly, before her tongue gives a poke.
Harry jumps in his place, Y/N’s tongue doing a flick on him, and he is crying out, reaching his hands behind to clutch her head. Y/N lets out a moan as his hand reach her hair, the moan vibrating in through his body, sending a line of cusses and moans leave his mouth.
Pulling away, Y/N turns him back over to her. Harry sits up, his face red, sweat and breathing absolutely out of control.
She takes no time, bending down to reach his hard erection, and takes him in her mouth, moaning when he fills her to her throat. She pumps the rest of him, fondling his balls in her hand, as she bobs her head against him. The intensity of all of the activities has Harry’s mind driving out of control, he clutches her hair in his hand, and throws his head back, living in the moment.
He feels the pressure intensify within him, but he remembers to pull back, albeit the torture he feels in doing so.
Y/N’s cheeks hollow around him, her moans loud and shaking, leaving him with redness spreading all over his stomach and chest from the exertion of holding back. She bobs faster, pulling him completely out of her mouth, kissing and petting his tip, before taking him in again, leaving him absolutely pleasured with the contrasting change of temperature.
His toes curl as her warm mouth covers him, and it’s before he can comprehend that he twitches and come into her mouth, groaning.
She pulls away, reaching him. His fingers cup her chin, wiping off the dripping juice over it. They look into one another’s eyes, and suddenly, they are kissing each other, escalating the process as Harry has her pinned against the mattress, his member in his hand, resting right at her entrance.
He thrusts into her, not pulling away from the kiss, as his hips buck and thrust into her hips. They are moving together, in sync; Harry gets control, pulling away from the kiss to love her neck. Their arms wrap around each other, pressing one another’s body close till there wasn’t even air to pass through, as he rocks above her, thrusting in hard and fast.
Their groans sound deep, husky and loud; they’re in absolute lack of control, and for the second time, Y/N finds herself falling apart in his arms, lips together, feeling him deeply around her clenching walls.
They pause, breathing hard against each other, taking time to get over the euphoria of all of the moments. It is while later that Y/N remembers something.
“Harry!” She calls, him, shaking his slumped body over her. “The stopwatch, it’s still running!”
Harry gets up slowly, limbs aching, back aching, as he reaches over to the stopwatch, smiling in victory.
“Ha-ha. Four minutes fifty five seconds.” He shows it to her.
Y/N sits up, annoyed. “But, we need the time after you came, not after everything!”
“Whatever!” Harry does his victory dance. “I know I won.”
“No, we don’t have the clear results!” Y/N protests.
“Oh, shud up!” He drawls. “Every loser says that.”
“No!” She whines. “It’s a tie!”
Harry only laughs, teasing her.
“Wait!” Realization comes over her. “If I subtract the time it took me to get off to the total time of what we did, it comes out to be….two minutes seven seconds!” Her eyes widen, she’s genuinely delighted.
“What?” Harry looks at her, confused.
“It’s Maths, Styles! And I won!” Y/N does her happy dance.
“Oh, no, no, no.” Harry counters, shaking his head. “Let’s just make it a tie.”
“Yes! Because you of course came early this time. We can’t consider the previous time.” He explains.
Y/N’s eyes roll up in thought. She sighs, groaning. Harry laughs at her. “So, it’s a tie!” He says. “C’mon, now, let’s get dressed.”
“But, you’re cheating, Harry. I clearly won!”
“Shut your mouth or I’d be making you come the third time.”
Harry slumps, looking down at the Seahawks color shirt he’s wearing. His arms cross over his chest, the television ahead of him turned on, waiting for the match to begin. He makes a face, staring at the screen with a frown.
The door to the room then opens, his friends coming inside together, all hooting and shouting his name.
Harry’s eyes widen, as he turns to his mates.
“Harry..?” They all say together, giving confused looks. “Man, have you lost your mind? You’re abandoning the Packers?”
“Hi, boys.” Y/N walks in, beer cans and snacks in a cart ahead of her. All the boys look t her with smiles.
They turn to Harry. “Y/N’s got so better taste than you, Styles.”
“No!” Harry covers up. “She’s the one supporting the Seahawks!”
“Oh, shut up, Harry.” Y/N pops in. “Why would you support anyone else when there’s the mighty Packers.”
All the gents chuckle with her, giving her high-five, and eyeing Harry rudely, they settle on the couch before the television.
Harry glares at her, gritting his teeth.
“Have fun, boys!” She says, blowing an annoying kiss at Harry, before walking out of the room, laughing.