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Pure Seduction

Harry Styles pt 2

"Wasn’t the ceremony just beautiful?" Sophia sighed happily after we were seated at our designated table, and Harry pulled my chair out for me like a gentleman before sitting down to my right.
"Oh, it was absolutely perfect. Can you believe [Y/N] here caught the bouquet? I guess that means you two are next!" Robin winked from his seat next to Anne, causing me to nearly choke on my champagne.
"I, um, we haven’t really talked about…that yet," I stammered, relaxing slightly when Harry placed his hand on my knee and squeezed it lightly in reassurance.
I was uncharacteristically nervous being in the presence of so many important people in the boys’ lives in such an intimate setting, and I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to even think about Harry and I taking the next step in our relationship, much less discuss it with everyone on Jay and Dan’s wedding day.
Harry, having sensed my unease at being put on the spot, immediately turned the conversation to the stunning cake and rustic decor, leaving me to take a moment to down the rest of my glass and collect myself. He was so good at reading me and always knew exactly how to make me feel as comfortable as possible while I continued to adjust to life as Harry Styles’ girlfriend; like then, when he drew slow circles on my upper thigh as he chatted mildly with the other guests at our table.
After another glass of champagne, some time to loosen up, and safely away from the prying lenses of the ruthless paparazzi toiling around outside the perimeter of the park, I was feeling much more relaxed and finally ready to let loose and have some fun.
But I wasn’t the only one.
The waiters were walking around with plates of appetizers and I was deep in animated conversation with Sophia about the floral arrangements Jay designed herself when I felt Harry’s fingertips sliding ever so slowly up my thigh.
I attempted to angle my legs away from him so that Harry would get the hint that he needed to calm down, but his nails dug into my skin the moment I tried to move, keeping me in place. Shifting my sight slightly to the right I saw Harry use his free hand to pretend to reach into his pocket, when in actuality he just subtly adjusted the tablecloth so that it was now covering my lap from view of anyone who would happen to walk by.
"…And I never thought tulips and peonies would go together so well but it looks like I was wrong! Oh, Li, you should get some arrangements made for your entryway and I know just the place to get them done," Sophia turned her attention to Liam excitedly, completely oblivious to Harry’s actions despite the fact that she was sitting directly next to me.
Harry’s hand continued its descent underneath my dress, a shiver running down my spine as his fingers brushed against the dampening silk between my thighs. I fiddled with the bouquet on the table in front of me as I tried to clamp my legs together, but Harry wasn’t having it. He quickly balled his hand into a fist to stop me in my tracks and ran his knuckles down my clothed slit, prompting me to bite my lip in order to prevent an unintended moan from escaping my throat.
"What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I hissed into Harry’s ear as plates of steamed clams were set before us, and I forced out a strained smile to the waiter as he passed by none the wiser to the fact that Harry was currently a thin piece of fabric away from entering me in the presence of close to one hundred people.
"I have three words for you babe," he whispered before somehow getting the clam meat out with only the use of one hand and tossing it in his mouth, "vibrating cock ring."
My heart started racing uncontrollably, dread seeping into my veins at the knowledge that I was in so much deeper than I’d originally thought. A few months ago I’d convinced Harry to wear a cock ring to the premier of their newest film, and conveniently forgot to mention to him that it vibrated until I turned it on while he was walking the red carpet. He promised he would get revenge but as time went on I completely forgot about it, until now.
"You know, mum," Harry interrupted as he pried my legs apart while I was momentarily distracted trying in vain to drown myself in champagne, his finger skirting my panties aside in one swoop, "[Y/N] has an amazing clam recipe that I think you’d really love."
"Oh, really?" Anne looked up at me from across the table, appearing intrigued if not somewhat confused at the idea of me being able to make anything that didn’t come already prepared. "I didn’t know you liked to cook."
"Yup," Harry answered for me as I fought to keep myself together, Harry’s digits slicking themselves in my wetness as he slid his pointer and middle fingers into my entrance slowly. "Her clams are the best; juicy, warm, and very sweet. I ate [Y/N]’s clams for almost an hour straight just last night, actually.”
What the hell is Harry going on about? He knows full well that we had burgers last night with Niall, and I’ve never made clams in my - wait. I felt my cheeks turning blood red as Harry and Anne discussed this bullshit clam recipe, and it appeared that she had no idea that in this case, “clam” did not mean the kind that one would find in the ocean.
"Harry, please,” I begged him under my breath as my skin started to prickle with sweat as his digits settled inside of me as far as they could, his thumb settling comfortably on my clit, “I won’t surprise you like that anymore, just take me somewhere now.”
"Not good enough," Harry mumbled as I clutched my napkin in my fist, feeling myself getting closer and closer to the edge. He knew how much I hated to love this, hated to love him and how fucking insane this entire situation was. Resting my head in my hands as his thumb circled roughly on my clit, I glanced down to see a noticeable bulge in his slacks and lurched forward involuntarily at the sight.
It was unbelievably hot to me, knowing that this was turning him on and that he was getting off on the thrill and danger of getting me off like this. I figured he wouldn’t let me go anywhere until I begged for it, until he had no choice but to take me somewhere and fuck me; to punish me for doing nearly the same thing to him months prior. This meant it was time to get serious if I was going to avoid coming in front of his mum and the rest of the bloody world.
"C’mon Daddy," I breathed, draping an arm around his shoulders and nuzzling into his neck as his fingers picked up their pace, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat when my warm breath tickled his skin. I knew that’s what he was waiting for, that magical word that got him going like nothing else. "I’ll be a good girl for you, I promise. Take me to your car and I’ll let you do whatever you want to me. Please, Daddy?”
I was full on squirming at that point, sure that if Harry didn’t stop that I would be unable to keep quiet any longer and would seriously run the risk of giving us away.
"What’s that Princess?" Harry growled lowly, increasing the pressure on my clit steadily, "Daddy couldn’t hear you.” Just then he slipped a third finger in, causing me to nearly double over into his shoulder, which did not go unnoticed.
"Harry, dear, is she alright?" Anne asked, and I shook my head as I felt my orgasm fast approaching, using everything inside of me to hold it in for as long as I could.
"She’ll be fine mum, just a bit hot is all," Harry cooed, brushing his free hand along my sweaty cheek in mock sincerity. "Very, very hot,” Harry whispered darkly, curling his fingers into my sweet spot as the pain of withholding my peak showed clear as day in my face.
"Why don’t you take her to your car for a minute, let her cool down with the air on?"
"Yes!" I yelled brashly the moment the offer left her mouth, ignoring the odd looks from everyone around me as Harry had no choice but to give in and take care of his ‘ill’ girlfriend - a decision he was clearly not happy about.
As soon as his fingers were gone from within me I was out of my chair, swaying on my feet as vertigo hit me hard and fast. “We’ll be back soon,” Harry promised as he whisked me out of the tent, curtly reminding me to keep my head down and arm around his waist for support so that the paparazzi wouldn’t be able to see the look of distress written all over my face until we rounded the corner and entered the private car park and out of the view of their prying eyes.
I leaned against the rear door of his Range Rover while Harry ran around and got the ignition going and the back seats down before he opened the door from within and pulled me inside, slamming it closed behind me.
"Daddy, I’m sorry, I couldn’t be quiet any longer-"
"Oh you’re not sorry, Princess, not yet," Harry hissed as he forced me on my hands and knees before wrenching the silk down my thighs and shoved my dress up around my waist, "but you’re about to be."
I didn’t have time to ask Harry what he meant; the resounding smack of his hand crashing into my ass supplied me with a more than adequate answer.
"Be quiet, someone might hear you," Harry commanded with another hard slap as I yelped loudly, the strength behind the action causing me to nearly cry into the discarded designer clothes scattered beneath me.
"I - I can’t help it,” I whined as he gripped my ass firmly with both hands, his hardening cock rutting against my cheeks through his slacks, Harry’s labored breathing betraying the true level of his arousal.
"Then Daddy’ll just have to fucking make you,” he spat, dragging his nails harshly along the expanse of my back before grabbing a hold of my hair and yanking me up to my knees. He licked a long, wet, possessive stripe up to the base of my neck before removing the scarf from around his shoulders and placing it in my mouth while securing it in a knot behind my head.
"Much better, wouldn’t you agree?" Harry asked, his aching need for control over me evident in his deep voice as his lips swept across my throat. One of his large hands snaked around my waist and under the fabric of my dress before sliding down to my slit, his other hand working methodically at undoing his slacks.
"Now bend over and put your arms behind your back," he instructed breathlessly, and he didn’t have to tell me twice. Harry grasped my wrists and held them against my lower back as I felt the sensation of his cock being pressed between my cheeks, sliding down until he breached my entrance.
"Still so wet for Daddy. You ready for my cock, baby? Hm?" Harry teased and I nodded frantically, needing his cock, needing him more than anything else in the world.
Harry pushed himself in with a groan, my accompanying moan getting lost in the expensive fabric as it kept me effectively silenced. He buried himself as deep within me as he could manage, curses falling from his lips while he pulled out ever so slightly before slamming back in suddenly.
I didn’t get to see Harry like this very often, all dominating and controlling and quite not like himself. It was something straight out of one of my fan fictions, and I could just imagine the things my fellow writers would whip up about this day, while I would be the only one who knew the truth.
And let me tell you, with Harry fucking into me and the car rocking back and forth as it’s filled with the sounds of him moaning my name as he pants heavily between thrusts; with his curls dripping with sweat and the feeling of his teeth biting my skin as he loses himself because of me and what I do to him, I can definitely assure you that reality is so much better than fiction.
"Feel so fucking good, [Y/N]," Harry growled as he let go of my hands and flipped me over until he’s pressed up against the back window and I’m straddling him as his mouth hovered over the scarf still wrapped around my jaw, the heat of his lips warming mine through the fabric.
His green eyes were blown, cheeks a deep pink and hat askew on top of his messy curls. Harry’s tattooed chest was hard and sticky under my fingertips, his hands locked on my hips as they guided me down onto his cock again and again, deeper and deeper with each penetration.
"Can you come for me, Princess? Can you come for Daddy?" Harry choked out, and I could almost feel the bruises flourishing deep purple on my flesh where he was holding me on top of him, and he just looked so fucking gone and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I ripped the scarf down below my chin and finally tasted the champagne on his lips as his mouth caught the sound of my orgasm rattling through me, my nails marking half moons in his cheeks with the force.
"Oh, fuck,” Harry moaned at the explosion of pain and pleasure piercing through his body, fucking up into me as I rode him through our highs, his wracking shudders calmed by my soothing touch and kisses left along his jaw and collarbones.
We weren’t able to form words for a while, my body collapsed weakly on top of his as we looked around us for the first time, laughing at how fogged up the windows were.
"Looks like we have another dirty little secret to add to our list, huh?" I mumbled as I doodled a heart into the humid glass behind his head.
"Well, that depends on how much trouble you don’t mind getting into," Harry mused suspiciously as he told me his idea.
Ten minutes later we were walking hand in hand from the car park back towards the wedding, looking put together enough to pretend that I just wasn’t feeling well thanks to some emergency cosmetics and Lou’s magic hair pomade. And people would have believed it if wasn’t for the one picture taken of us stepping out of his Rover grinning like idiots, the words “We Just Fucked” written crudely on the interior of the fogged window in Harry’s handwriting.
Just because you have a dirty little secret doesn’t mean you have to keep it, right?

Notes

~~~SYN ROZE~~
I honestly worked really hard on this so please comment, tell me what you like or dont like. please please give some feedback and vote you lovely!!!

Comments

HOW THE HELL DO YOU VOTE

I'VE BEEN TRYING TO FIGURE THAT OUT FOR WEEKS NOW! I CAN SUBSCRIBE, RATE AND COMMENT BUT I STILL DON'T KNOW HOW TO FRICKIN VOTE!!!!! ARGH!

THE STRUGGLE IS REAL!

Great Sequal!!! XD

Plz do a foursome with all the guys

KayLovesNiall KayLovesNiall
8/5/16

Please write some more soon. Your a great writer

Padaleki Padaleki
6/13/16

@Anon
P would love to help!

Mixedthoughtz Mixedthoughtz
6/4/16