Harry Styles

She had fucking nipple piercings.

Out of literally everything, she had to have one thing I did not fucking think of once. And it genuinely never crossed my mind. Then again, my feelings in the past were not the way they are now so I guess my curious eyes came with this change.

Especially after our game of twenty questions. Which, again, ended up being literally five or so before I got distracted and we just ended up talking.

She was so strange to me. So unexpected. So different. So... everything I didn't expect her to be.

Based on what she had shown me over the years, I did not realise she was so much fun. Yes, she was fun. When she wasn't too much in her head, focused on her business. Don't get me wrong, that was kind of hot and very inspirational, the way she dedicated all her time and being to her company was honestly fucking amazing. But when she let go and didn't give all of her attention away to work, it was like a completely different person. I wondered if this was how she used to be.

She seemed to be so full of life. She was so spontaneous, so up for everything and it made me sad to realise she was no longer going to show this side of her once we are back home. She was no longer going to look at me without creases on her forehead, without the dip between her furrowed eyebrows, with sparkling eyes and a soft smile. Or a smug one. She was no longer going to just let me be near her and she was definitely not going to kiss me again.

At least, that was what embedded itself into my mind. And it was also the reason why I tried to make sure she'd still like me when we landed back at Heathrow.

Once we were back from the city, we both got changed and went straight for a nap. It surprised me how fast I had fallen asleep, then again, being out all morning, in the cold, definitely wore me out. It seemed like it worked wonders for Kensington, too, because strangely, she was asleep. I had no idea if she slept last night but, in that hour and a half that we spent – apparently so – cuddling during our nap was something she desperately needed. Her body, especially.

Wait, she had sleeping pills that she took every night. So that meant she fell asleep by herself this time around because I didn't catch her taking them.

That made me smile softly, the fact that she was able to drift off without any medication was a relief. She really did work all the time and it made my heart hurt that it was because that was the only place, she felt safe and sound. She didn't tell me this, obviously, I just figured it all out.

Well, not all of it. But I was getting there the more she opened up to me.

It was clear that her ex ruined her and she had no time to get over it. She had no one to talk to, which she pretty much admitted to me, and that saddened me. She was such an amazing person but no one truly knew her because they couldn't be bothered to find out more about her. Sure, she was a tough one to crack open but that was because she had trust issues and therefore didn't have the courage to let her guards down. She was protecting herself. That was understandable, she clearly had a shit experience with her last relationship.

"Too warm," she mumbled as she pushed herself away from my chest. Her back was against me, my crotch against her bum and legs tangled under the covers. A low chuckle escaped my lips as I watched her upper body wiggle away from me and she slowly pulled her legs away from mine, too. Her voice was deeper than usual, the sleep thickly coated her vocal chords and gave her a meaner sound.

"Good morning, Kensington. How are we feeling?" I asked her as a yawn escaped my mouth, my hand covered it up as I felt my eyes water a little bit.

"Strangely fine," she said. "My boobs feel like they're about to fall off, though."

"I can hold them for you if you wish," I smirked and she scoffed at my offer. It definitely would have surprised me if she had agreed. Instead, she turned on her side and tucked the quilt to her chest. I furrowed my eyebrows as I watched her and she just closed her eyes again. "Are you still tired?"

"A bit. Plus, if I get out of bed, I won't have anything holding my boobs apart so I need this between them."

"Put a bra on?"

"It'd hurt my nipples too much," she sighed. "Why do we talk about my boobs and your dick so much? This is so unprofessional."

"How so?"

"Isn't this a business trip?"

"Yeah... but it is for me. Not for us," I explained. "I have done the business part, we are here for leisure now."

"I guess..."

"So, are we going out later then?" I questioned. "Or should we just stay in and look at the tower from the balcony?"

"I don't know... how about I cash in my chance of getting eaten out by you or something?"

"Is that what you want to do?" I asked back, a bit shocked. Then again, I probably should have gotten used to her and her bluntness. She was definitely one to say whatever was on her mind and it was time I tattooed it on mine.

"You were pretty cocky about your skills. Plus, I'm still kind of sleepy so even if you're shit then I won't really notice, I'll just use my imagination a little harder."

"I'm not sure if I should feel offended that you're telling me you'd have to use your imagination or excited and somewhat honoured that you want me to eat you out."

"Feel whatever you want. I sure as hell know I ain't feeling shit other than my boobs aching."

Her words made me feel excited but I also was so uncertain. I didn't want her to have the same reaction she did at her office before. Then again, it was really fucking stupid of me to just kiss her so out of the blue and be so angry whilst doing so.

Before my thoughts could have gotten the better of me, she distracted me from getting too deep. Her fingers traced across the back of my hand, the action failed to go further since she was not right next to me and she did not move, either. I did not realise my breathing got slightly heavier, when my eyes met hers, I could see she was smirking but the quilt hid her mouth. Her eyes, however, could be a dead giveaway.

Gently, I moved over to her, my body above hers in a matter of seconds. It caused her to roll onto her back, her hair tangled, all over the pillows. I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her prominent jaw, the skin warm and soft against my lips that I dragged down to the side of her neck. My ear was right next to her mouth, the accelerated inhales and exhales did not slip past my knowledge. I smirked against her when my lips hit a certain spot and she sucked in a sharp breath, one of her hands at the back of my neck and delicate fingers soon enough through my curls.

"Have I just found your sweet spot, darling?" I chuckled under my breath as she let out a ragged exhale and dragged my nose down the side of her neck as my lips wandered over to her chest, the large neck of her shirt allowed me to have an easy access to her soft skin.

The sighs of pleasure that she tried to keep away from me so badly, ended up stirring themselves into the air and encouraging me to keep going. If there was one thing, I definitely had to make sure – other than making her cum – it was to listen to her. So when my hands slipped under her shirt, my palms against her hot skin and her breathing became so much heavier, I knew I had to pull them back out because it wasn't from pleasure.

"It's okay, baby," I mumbled as I brushed her hair out of her face, the strands also slipped off of her shoulder and onto the pillow under her. I leaned down and pecked her lips, they felt slightly chapped and really warm. "I've got you, yeah?" as I pressed a kiss to her forehead, I continued down the centre of her body.

One kiss to the bridge of her nose then the tip, one on her mouth then right on her chin. The little dip between her collarbones were not forgotten or the valley of her breasts through the material of her shirt. Her chest moved faster up and down, her stomach followed, too. This was different to before, I knew this was from pleasure. When my eyes glanced up at her, hers were closed, mouth apart then quickly closed shut as her teeth grabbed her bottom lip and held it hostage.

A smirk grew on my lips as I pushed away the quilt, her bare legs on show as she only had underwear on. I kissed along her thighs, soft skin against my lips once again caused my heart to thump in my chest. I was so close to her and she was okay with it. My lips went from the top of her thighs where her underwear was right to the bottom of her perfectly manicured toes. I kissed my way back up the same leg before I had given the other the same attention, my only aim was to relax her before we got to anything else.

"God, your lips feel so fucking nice," she let it slip, the words left her mouth more like a whisper than anything else.

Her shirt slipped up on her stomach, the skin there clearly covered in goose bumps, much like her legs. I liked the thought of her being in that state from my touch. When my lips pressed kisses along her lower stomach, on the skin that was exposed, a soft little whine filled the room from her part. She was insanely ticklish, I should have known the smallest touches in areas like this would end her.

That excited me.

My index finger hooked into the band of her underwear, the material easily pulled away from her skin and revealed more of her. My lips followed the way it detached from her skin, little kisses left behind with every move. One of her hands was in my hair, fingers softly tugged on my curls whilst her other hand found mine that was beside her. Our fingers linked and I smiled against her before I tugged on her underwear more and she helped me slide if off of her.

"I, uh, thank fuck I shaved," she mumbled and I chuckled under my breath. She wasn't properly shaved, it must have had been a couple of days ago, not that it mattered to me. "Now prove your skills or something."

"As you wish, sweetheart," I winked at her and she rolled her eyes at me with a smirk, her had fell back on the pillow and her legs moved apart.

I kissed down on her pubic bone, my lips found it their mission to explore every part of her. It was quite strange, the fact that I had her in practically nothing a week into our agreement but I was definitely not complaining.

"Do you want my fingers first, darling?"

"No, fuck that," she sighed as I ran my index finger up and down her slit, my touch barely there but still enough to get a reaction from her. "Just your lips... d-definitely tongue."

"I guess you'll get them some other time, then," I hummed and leaned back down.

Her legs were wide apart, knees bent as I laid on my stomach between her legs. Slowly, I leaned forward and pressed a kiss on her pretty pussy, the warmth that came from her almost matched the temperature of my breath. I heard her suck in another sharp breath and her legs widened even more, the innocent act gave me further encouragement to use my only hand I had available – she still held my other one – and pulled her lips apart.

The tip of my tongue ran up and down her slit, with each movement I went deeper. With my eyes, I glanced up at her to see her stomach heaving fast. She was quiet but definitely seemed to enjoy my playful side. Once I decided it was time to show her my words were not empty promises, I focused my tongue on her clit. Slow circles that grew into something much more purposeful caused her to give me a low moan.

"S-Styles... you gotta give me m-more," she ordered although the way she lost her breath through the forming of those words, it came out more like a plea.

I placed my right hand on the back of her thigh, legs still bent and apart, skin hot and soft. I deepened my tongue into her hotness, the feeling of her on my tongue was something I had not expected but was definitely pleased. She was nothing like I had ever had before, there was the tiniest sweetness to her and I found myself wanting to devour her.

I needed more of her.

Twirling my tongue around her little clit once more, I dragged it down to her hot core, my wet muscle found its way into her wetness. She moaned a little louder this time which made me want to do more. Especially when she moved her hips up and pushed herself against my mouth.

"M-more," she moaned when I nuzzled her clit with my nose, my tongue was too busy with the new territory between her delicious thighs. "O-oh, that feels good... s-so good," she moaned and I loved it.

She sounded so good. Exactly how I thought she would – addicting. That, mixed with the way my tongue and lips slurped on her delicious pussy, I knew it was something I could not go without after the first time. Her sweet taste on my tongue, the way she grinded her hips against my mouth and wanted more, made my stomach flip and my cock stirred in my boxers, the feeling of her oh so arousing.

"You taste fucking divine, sweetheart," I mumbled into her, loud enough so that my words reached her ears. She whined softly, the grasp on my hand tightened and her fake nails deepened into my skin.

I sucked on her swollen clit, the loud noise from her didn't last long enough for me to enjoy. My chin felt wet and I adored the way she sat on my skin, lips and tongue. I found myself wanting so much more of her, the taste and feeling made me want to get drunk off of her the same way she did when she drank wine.

"Goddamn, look at you wanting all my attention," I chuckled lowly, her heavy breathing and constant swinging of her hips to get more of my lips honestly boosted my ego.

"You're so annoying," she told me as a matter of fact before she pulled me down to her by my neck and placed her lips on mine. My tongue slipped into her mouth, the kiss so sloppy and hot I wanted to bite into her. My need to feel her was so intense that I lost control over my mind. "Alright, down you go, sir."

"You're so bossy," I commented as I pushed myself away from her to get back on my knees when she grabbed a hold of my arm. "What?"

"That's not what I meant... you lay down, I'm on top, handsome," she winked at me and then I realised what she wanted.

She wanted to ride my face.

"I'm taking that back... you're fucking hot," I mumbled as my back hit the mattress, the not-so-sleepy goddess towered over me literally within a minute.

"Yeah, yeah," she smirked, her fingers through my hair before her wet, dripping hot core was on my lips. "Get to it," she sighed in pleasure, the different angle was... different.

But it was fucking amazing.

She grinded her hips into my face, my nose kept bumping into her and I was full of her. God, was I full of her? And I loved it.

My tongue was inside of her before she pulled away. A low groan fell from my lips before she lowered herself onto me again, my tongue flat against her heat before we lost contact again. With each swing of her hips, I licked into her deeply, the action reminded me much of eating ice cream. And damn, it was the best ice cream I have had in a while.

"Fuck... that's so good," she moaned, so much louder this time around, my ears loved the sound and I never wanted to forget it. She controlled how much contact was between us, her delicious juices sat on my tongue before I swallowed and felt my wet muscle be adored by her warm walls. "Your tongue... fuck, just like tha-, yes, y-yes. K-keep going..."

When she said she was hard to please, she did not exactly lie. It wasn't hard, she just needed to be taken care of properly. And she knew how that had to be done hence why she took control over our little activity. I did not mind it for a second, the fact that she felt comfortable enough to get on top of me was so fucking hot.

I swear to god, my fucking dick is not going to survive this.

"Oh, fu-fuck," her breathing got heavy again, so ragged and loud. My tongue was so deep in her, the way it explored her pussy must have made her head go insane. At least, I hope it did. She sounded like she enjoyed it. "My g-god... you're so good."

Her praising me only encouraged me to not give up. I knew she had a shit experience with lads getting her to an orgasm before and therefore I did not want to join that club. I had no idea where to place my hands, she did not like them on her stomach and so in the end, I just grabbed her thighs. My fingers must have turned white from how close I held her, my eyes focused on the way she held onto the headboard to keep herself balanced. Her hips grinded against my mouth and tongue at a steady pace, one that she was comfortable with. It made her moan and sigh, cuss words fell out of her lips with each second passing by.

"Ye-ye-yes... my clit, please, there," she groaned as her movements became faster and more determined. Since the whole purpose of this was to make her cum, I did as I was asked, my tongue slipped out of her and focused on her bundle of nerves. "My god..."

She was so close. Her moans were uncontrollable, she kept calling me by my surname and she was literally seconds away from falling apart on top of me. I couldn't wait to watch her, to hear her, to swallow every bit of her.

"Fuck- fuck- fuck- fuck me."

There.

She literally exploded.

Her thighs shook, they were so tightly wrapped around my head that even if I wanted to, I couldn't have escaped. Not that I wanted to. Fuck that. I wanted to stay beneath her and lap her sweetness away for as long as I could.

"God... that... I came."

I chuckled as she rolled onto the bed next to me. I turned to look at her, cheeks flushed, lips red and eyes closed. I wanted to see her eyes. I bet they were glassy and her pupils small so that more of the colour was seen.

Fuck.

Her lips looked insane. Double the size of what they were usually from how much she nibbled on them. And I wanted to taste them. So, I leaned over and placed my lips on hers, my right hand cupped her cheek and I swiped my tongue over her bottom lip. A little moan flew past her lips and I pushed my tongue in to meet hers so she could taste herself.

When she pulled back, she wiped her chin a bit then did the same to mine and I chuckled. Goddamn, her eyes. She could have asked me to do whatever she wanted me to and I would have done it in a heartbeat.

"How was that?" I asked, a little breathless. We switched positions, she was on my side of the bed and I was on hers.

"On a scale of one to ten it was a solid eight. My ex was about a six, seven on a good day now that I think back to it."

"A solid eight?" I asked back, offended and she hummed. If that was an eight, I was prepared to give her a fucking ten.

"I guess so. That's the highest out of everyone I've been with though so you should be pretty proud."

"Alright, that's better, I suppose," I sighed. She smirked at me and I watched as she pulled the quilt over her body, her eyes closing for a second before they shot open again. "What?"

"I could sleep so good right now but I feel gross, I need to shower."

"I pretty much licked you clean..."

"You did but I feel sweaty and that's disgusting."

"Sex sweat is not that bad. I prefer it to gym sweat."

"Mhm, that's a good point," she agreed. "Damn, now you got me wanting to fuck you when I shouldn't even be thinking of doing that."

"Why not?"

"Um, have you forgotten we are supposed to be rivals? Well, we are. But you just ate me out because I wanted you to. That's so wrong."

"Not necessarily. It wasn't to do with business so why does it matter?"

"Because now we view each other differently, don't we? And that's not good. Not when I'm supposed to be cruel and rude and cold to you because you are wanting the same as me."

"What we want career wise and relationship wise is different, of course, we will see each other in another way. You can still be cruel and rude and cold to me if you want... if you'll be able to be that way."

"Why wouldn't I still be that way after this?"

"I don't know... I guess we will see," I shrugged and she just stared at me whilst I silently prayed for that not to happen.

Please don't be that way.

Please don't be that way.

Please do not be that way.

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ok but how hot is she please harry is so lucky

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