“Y/N, love, can you help me with those buttons?” Harry cried for me like a child for its mother. I sighed loudly and went over to him in the small dressing room we were currently in. This job as a stylist for One Direction was fun at first, but the boys have those days where they’re just cheeky as hell. Along with my sexual depression I had going on, it was more than hard being around those demi-gods, especially when they’re half-naked most of the time.

“For fuck’s sake, Harry, can’t you do your buttons properly?” I groaned and started fumbling with them, my fingers ever so slightly grazing his hot skin, sending shivers down my spine.

“I can, but I’d rather have you do it,” he said in a low voice and put his hands on my hips. My eyes widened and I had to swallow hard. He leant in closer and whispered into my ear “Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it, Y/N,” he purred and I could feel his lips against my earlobe. I finished quickly and took a step away, fire burning in my eyes. I was furious and turned on at the same time.

“That’s it!” I almost screamed, making all of their heads turn into my direction, including Lou’s, who was currently applying make-up to Liam. “I am not your doll! You cannot play with my feelings and needs and touch me whenever you’re in the mood for a little flirt, goddamnit! This stops now, or I’ll be out of here, understood?” I said demandingly and they all nodded one after one, obviously shocked. “Good. The rest of you can dress yourself,” I said in a strict tone, and after giving Lou a kiss on the cheek, I grabbed my bag and exited.

Those damn fucking boys. It had been too long since I’ve had decent sex, and they were not making it easier. The interview I had dressed them for was in the hotel, thank god, and I quickly made my way to my room. I took a cold, cold shower before falling down on my bed defeated. I sighed and thought about how I could improve the situation. Then a grin shot across my face. I had just the right thing. I walked over to my suitcase and dug around in it, searching for Ben and Jerry. I finally found the two and a bottle of lube and went to the bed again, dropping the towel on the way.

You see, I named my two vibrators Ben and Jerry, because they can provide even more pleasure than that delicious ice cream. I put on some music, so my moans could not be heard and applied the lube. I was excited as can be.

Turning them on, I closed my eyes and started to work the vibrating tip around my core, teasing myself before I inserted Ben, the smaller one, deep into my pussy. I then took Jerry and rubbed him against my clit, moaning with pleasure and bucking my hips up. I wriggled around for a few minutes before reaching my climax and screaming loudly. Images of Harry had flashed through my mind the whole time, so I screamed his name when I came. I got down from my height and finally opened my eyes again.

“Aaargh!” I screamed loudly when I saw a figure standing at the end of my bed. My eyes adjusted and I could make out Harry, whose eyes were dark and seductive.

“How did you get in here? How long have you been standing there?” I screamed shrilly, trying to cover myself up. He chuckled lowly and rid himself of his shirt. What was he doing?

“I wanted to apologise, but you didn’t answer to my knocking, so I got a keycard and went in. And I’ve seen almost the whole show,” he said cheekily and stepped out of his trousers. He crawled on top of the bed and over my trembling body, taking my hands and prying them away from my chest, which I had tried to cover up.

“What are you doing?” I asked, confused.

“You quite obviously want me. And I want you, Y/N. I have from the first day you started to work for us,” he said in that deep and husky voice of his and brought his mouth to my neck. I relaxed a bit and moaned at his touch. One of his hands found my breast and he started massaging it, flicking his thumb over my nipple ever so often.

“God, Harry,” I sighed when he lied down on top of me and I could feel his erection through the thin fabric of his briefs.

“I can fuck you better than those vibrators did, Y/N, do you want me to?” he was now looking at me, his eyes challenging. I moved my hips against his erection, enjoying the friction it created against my wet and sore core.

“Yes, Harry, please… fuck me hard,” I said with a what I hoped would be seductive voice. His hands wandered down to rid him of the briefs and before I knew it, his hard cock thrust into me. I arched my back and met his actions with enthusiasm. His mouth found mine and we shared a deep kiss while his thrusts got harder and harder.

“Y/N, fuck, you’re wonderful,” he mumbled against my lips while his hands explored the rest of my body. I could barely breathe when he thrust into me, he was so big, and I was so ready for it. He flipped us around so I was now straddling him. I pushed my hair out of my face and looked down at him. His hands found my breasts and he worked them expertly. I began moving up and down, at first slowly, rolling my hips against his hard cock, and when I got the right reaction out of him, I started moving faster.

“Harry…” my voice echoed through the room and he understood and brought his fingers to my clit, applying soft pressure. My eyes widened and I steadied myself on his chest while riding towards my orgasm. He arched up and kissed me, and that was the moment I exploded, falling apart on top of Harry, who followed suit only seconds later.

I got down from him and lied down on the bed beside his naked self, breathing heavily. We were both staring at the ceiling for a few minutes before he turned to his side to face me. His fingers started tracing down my body and I smiled at the touch.

“I’m really sorry for teasing you that much those last few weeks, Y/N. I just thought I’d never have a chance with you and that made me grumpy,” he explained and I rolled onto my side, too, so that I could face him. I gave him a cute little peck on the nose and scooted closer, so that our bodies were touching.

“Stupid boy. All you needed to do was say one word and I would have been yours then and there,” I said and nibbled at his neck. His big hands drew me closer into his body and I slung my legs around him, getting aroused again.

“Good to know for the future. Don’t think I won’t take advantage of that,” he grinned and I looked at him, grinning back.

“Is that a promise?” I asked cheekily. He chuckled and stroked down my cheek with his hand.

“You bet it is,” he said huskily and crashed his lips down on mine. Yes, please!

Notes

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