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NARCISSISTIC

Author’s Note: Enjoy this piece of smut from a virgin with no sexual activity at all. xxx M.

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“3,2,1”

SNAP.

Helene took the picture of Harry’s torso as he sat down in the makeup chair. She then showed Harry the picture on her camera.

“Sickkk” Harry commented on the photo, still having adrenaline after from tonight’s show.

“Do you want this one instead?” She asked showing him a photo of him on stage.

“I like the first one bett’er” Harry answered. “I think people had enough of me’h being a narcissist for one day”

I chuckled out loud, not able to hold how funny he sounded inside. I knew Harry was narcissistic but he rarely showed it at home. I swore Harry was completely different at home. If anyone was begging at home, it was him. Begging to be cuddled. Begging to go out. Even begging for me to join him in the shower. Completely different at home.

Harry took notice of my chuckle, turning around to me.

“What are yeh smiling at?” He asked, intrigued.

“Nothing” I lied, trying to hide how funny the situation was behind a smirk.

“Liar!” Harry called me as a joke. “Tell me’h”

“It’s just funny” I answered him. “You on stage and you at home. Two different people”

“What does that mean?” Harry asked.

“I know what it means” Helene added, chuckling as well.

Harry turned to Helene.

“Can yeh get Lambert’s check on it?” He asked her on the photo.

“Sure” She said.

Helene left the room, leaving Harry and I alone.

“What yeh mean I’m different?” Harry asked, still fixed on what I said.

I stood in front of the mirror, fixing my hair.

“I’m just saying you act different” I explained. “Like you’re narcissistic on stage but not at home”

“Yes I am!” Harry said, offended.

“No, you aren’t” I said.

Harry stood behind me. I could see from the mirror he was up to something from the smirk on his face.

“Fine then” He gave in. “I’ll show yeh”

“What?” I asked.

Harry turned me around, moving my hips towards him.

“I’ll show yeh” He repeated.

His lips met mine, kissing me. One of his hands rested on my hip as his other one held my chin. Our lips synced with each other as Harry slightly turned his head. I could still taste a hint of his toothpaste from earlier as we kissed. Harry started to leave a trail of kisses down my cheek.

“We can’t do this here” I said, catching my breath. “Anyone could walk in. We’re not even home”

Harry stopped leaving kisses when he almost reached my ear.

“I know” Harry whispered into my ear. “I’m saving that for later, darling”

Harry let go of me and walked to his changing closet.

“Can yeh hand me’h my shirt love?” Harry asked.

I was going to hand him more than his shirt. Maybe tonight, it would be my dignity.

We arrived home late, which I was what I hoped for. There was a chance of Harry being too sleepy to show me what he wanted to do earlier tonight. I was putting my hair up in a ponytail when I sensed him standing behind me.

“I didn’t forget” I heard Harry say.

I turned around to him, smiling.

“And?” I asked. “You’re still want to show me?”

Harry stepped closer to me.

“It’s a matter of what yeh can show me’h”

I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Really? Does narcissistic Styles want me to shout his name?” I asked, poking fun at him.

Harry set one hand on my back. The other one took my pony tail out, letting my hair to fall down.

“Maybe” Harry smirked at me.

I reached up to kiss Harry. I started to play with his curls. Harry titled his head to kiss me deeper. I felt his tongue slip into my mouth, tasting his warm saliva. I tugged softly on his curls. I felt Harry’s hands move up and down my body. He was turning me on. A narcissistic wouldn’t do this. A narcissistic would be the one getting turned on.

I took my shirt off, leaving me with underwear only. Harry scanned up and down my body with green hypnotic eyes. Harry kissed me again. He started to kiss down my neck. He planted sloppy wet kisses against my cold skin. One of Harry’s hands cupped one of my asscheeks. His other hand cupped and caressed my tits.

Harry backed me onto the bed. I sat down on it while Harry still stood up in front of me. I slid off my underwear, letting it fall next to Harry. I tugged on Harry’s boxers to take them off but Harry held on to it, not letting me pull it down.

“Please?” I asked him.

“Say it” Harry stated.

“Please Harry?” I asked, staring at him with pouty lips.

“I’m a narcissist so I’m gonna need a little bit more than that” Harry said, grinning.

“PLEASE HARRY!” I begged.

“That’s better” Harry smiled.

Harry peeled off his boxers, revealing my favorite part of his body to me.

I smiled, laying fully down on the bed. My hands that rested on my stomach traveled down to my pussy. I spread my legs a little, touching myself. Harry smirked down at me, watching how I played with myself.

I knew he wanted to join. I wanted him to. I needed him to.

“Please?” I asked him. “I need you”

“Beg” Harry ordered.

“Please Harrry” I moaned out to him. “I need you”

“Need me to do what?” Harry asked, giving me a devilish grin.

“I need you to touch me” I said as my fingers traced the lips of my pussy.

“Hmmm” Harry hummed. “How can I refuse?”

Harry sat on the bed, in between my legs. His hands gripped my legs, spreading them further more. I swear his eyes lit up with excitement when he saw how much I was aching for him.

“Look how wet yeh are for me’h” Harry pointed out. “Yeh really need me’h?”

“Yes” I said in a low voice.

“Couldn’t hear yeh” Harry said.

“YES HARRY!” I shouted.

“Guess I’ll have to take care of yeh then” Harry said.

Harry hovered over me, kissing me on the lips. His tongue slipped into my mouth again. I shivered in our kiss when I felt Harry insert one of his fingers inside of me. I withdrew my hands from myself and set to the side. Harry started to leave a trail of kisses down my body as I felt him begin to pump his finger in and out of me. I felt a pressure in my stomach start to form.

“Harrrrry” I moaned as his pace quickened.

Harry’s wet lips traveled down to my chest.

“Whi’ch one first?” Harry asked, looking up to me.

“Both” I said.

“Yeh didn’t beg for it” Harry pointed out.

“Both, please” I moaned, begging. “Pleaseee”

“That’s my girl” Harry said.

I closed my eyes. My fingers gripped onto the bedsheets to help me keep grounded as I started to feel as if I was floating. My breathing hitched once Harry’s lips pressed against my nipple. I moaned in a small voice when Harry softly bit at my nipple. I moaned a little louder when he bit harder and licked my perky nipple.

Harry repeated his actions with my other nipple. I gripped the bedsheets harder. Harry took his fingers out of me, stopping. I opened my eyes. Harry was sitting on the bed, staring at my laying body.

“What- what are you doing?” I asked, trying to catch my breath.

“I’ll like to hear yeh scream” Harry smirked at me.

“Harry pleaseeee” I whined to him. “I need youuu”

Harry smirked wider at me.

“Nope”

He was really trying to prove a point tonight. Fine, then.

I sat up next to him. I leaned in, bringing my lips near his ear.

“Please Harrrry” I said loudly in a spoiled voice to him. “I can’t do it without you. You’re the only one who touches me the way I want. You’re the only one who makes me feel so goood”

Harry gently pushed me to fall back on the bed. He separated my legs, wrapping his arms around my thighs keeping them apart.

“Yeh bett’er scream my name of yeh need me’h that much” Harry said.

I nodded.

Harry’s warm wet tongue pressed against my folds, licking my pussy.

“Ffff-“ I moaned.

I closed my eyes. Harry tasted me again, his tongue delving deeper into my pussy.

“Harryy” I whined.

Harry continued to eat me out. Each time his tongue met against my skin, the more queasy I felt. I tugged on the bedsheet each time Harry’s lips brushed against my pussy. Harry let go of my thighs. He held my right hand in his left hand, intertwining his fingers with mine. He used his other hand to finger me as he continued. His fingers pumped in and out of me faster. I curled my toes.

“HARry!” I screamed.

I felt like I was to explode. The pleasure was too much to contain. I was to cum any second. I squeezed Harry’s hand. My back arched up.

“HARRY!” I screamed out as I cummed.

I felt fireworks go off throughout my body as my mind blacked out. I felt like a volcano erupting with pleasure; melting yet exploding. I was paralyzed as my body flourished. Harry hovered on top of me and intertwine both of our hands as I rode out my orgasm. I could feel his eyes on me as I tried to calm down from my high.

“Had enough of me’h?” Harry asked while I tried to get my breathing back to normal.

“Uh huh” I said, nodding slowly.

“Yeh know, I should be more narcissistic at home” Harry said.

I opened my eyes to see him smirking down on me. He brought his mouth near my ear.

“Another day I will” He whispered.

Harry let go of me and got off the bed.

“Come on, love” I heard Harry say. “Lets get us both cleaned up”

I watched him walk into the bathroom. I heard the water from the shower spray out.

Narcissistic Styles. Always leaving me begging for more.

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