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a harry styles one-shot. 14k words. cw: age-gap, sexual content, spitting, spanking, squirting, dirty talk, humiliation kink, coarse language, dom/sub kink

Forte Ranch.

Kettle Falls, Washington.

June Forte is the 24 year old daughter of Travis Forte– the owner of the largest bison ranch in eastern Washington. When she returned home from college, her wishes of becoming a teacher in the area land her with a few different jobs– one that also includes the family business.

It's not lost on her that when she starts noticing that a superbly handsome, older ranch-hand who introduces himself in a deep-posh accent as Harry Styles, that she seems to lose a bit of focus on the picture: make enough money to leave Kettle Falls for good.

But, the older man seems to keep running into her no matter how many times she tries to leave. Maybe, she recognizes, that it isn't a coincidence.

When Harry and June are one day left alone, the tensions are higher than ever. Once June gets a taste, her intuition starts to let her know that maybe seeing the dimples underneath the brim of the Stetson is easier to lean into rather than run from.

He's not letting her run away that easy.

"Goddamnit, Fury– let's go!"

She pulled at the lead; the rope pulled at her hands a bit when the horse continued to stand his ground, obviously more powerful than her.

A quick sigh, a puff of air to move some of the hair off of her face. June couldn't help but groan at the horse's stubbornness that kept him inside the confines of his stall.

She had a lesson in an hour now. Not that it would have been a huge deal— the family that she taught for were very laid back, but her need to follow a schedule made Fury's outburst quite annoying as it would take a bit of time to get him out now.

The horse-riding lessons that she had been giving were supplementing the cash flow through the summer. Next year, she would be starting a position as a teacher at one of the local schools in the area. June had gone to school in Seattle; it was the biggest culture shock for her when she arrived in the big city.

From growing up on the ranch to moving to the big city with just what she could fit in her dad's pick-up–she had loved every moment of it. She loved seeing the way that the traffic built up everywhere in the early mornings, the honking horns, the sleepy travelers in the coffee shops every morning.

It was a learning experience that she had been blessed with. But, in reality, her heart stayed in the eastern mountains; the smell of the fresh air every morning gave her such a high that she hadn't been expecting to miss with her whole heart.

Living on this ranch, in this small town, had been in her heart this whole time. She hadn't recognized how much of her she still had to learn.

When you're young, you want so bad to leave. Then, you see the rest of the world, and you find home so much more appealing. It feels secure, it feels like a place that you can come back to when you're finished exploring.

It's a place to relax. A place to replenish. A place to house your soul.

Now, she say her fighting with her horse who seemed to have the upper-hand.

"Fury, if you don't come on," She rubbed the horse's nose, giving him a look as he tilted up his head quickly. "You're being so stub—"

"Might wanna give him something to entice him."

The sound behind her makes June jump with a fright, a gasp escaping as she had been lost in her own world. There's a man standing on the opposite side of her now, unlocking the gate of the horse stall. She hadn't noticed him before, so she wondered how long he had been standing there watching her struggle with the ropes her hands.

A chestnut mare stands, grunts softly in front of him as he looks back at her. June recognized the man, which didn't seem to happen often. The farm has lots of people coming through, many stay for weeks– months, maybe. The summer months are preparing for the winter; she knew that a lot more came around at this time of the year.

But she recognized him.

There wasn't a person who wouldn't.

The man's accent threw her for a moment– not realizing if she had heard him speak before. She mustn't have, or she'd know the low drawl of a foreign tongue.

But there's a few certain men that have been around for a bit. This man, in particular, she thought. He wears his hair longer, a bit down on his ears. He pushes it back into his Stetson, the chocolate curls have grown every time she sees him closer.

He has a soft scruff along his jawline that was really only visible up close; a white tank top that has seen better days when it was a pure white on the rack. June lets her eyes wander for a moment before she sees that he notices, a hint of pink painting her cheeks as she watches that he seems to go on about his day without another word.

Not to mention: if you stared at him in the heat of the eastern Washington sun, it was entirely too close to see the shade of green that his eyes shone. They practically became translucent at how luminous they became.

June was a bit taken; her hands adjust on the lead as she watched the man throw a bridle over the large mare's nose. He clicked his tongue to get her to follow, the mare following him out of the stall easily. June watched at how easy it was; she knew Fury was a bit hard-headed to begin with, so it couldn't have been that easy no matter what he had said to her.

As the man started walking away just a bit, Fury took a step forward which helped June aid him out of the stall. It threw her for a moment, her body moving forward to help lead the horse where he needed. He followed, though a bit slowly as he shook his head when she pulled in the lead towards the saddling.

"See, told you," The man spoke once again, nodding his head a bit towards his mare, "Men are always enticed by pretty ladies."

He had taken the saddle off of the stand, throwing it over the mare's back. June's eyes stared at the way his muscles popped through the sleeveless shirt, pushing the heavy riding saddle up further on the horses back.

"Going for a ride?" The man spoke again, watching as June hooked Fury up to stand so that he was secured. June hadn't spoken yet, feeling her voice caught in her throat over the way that he had been a bit chatty with her. Her eyes drifted over to him, knowing he had been talking to her again which elicited a response.

She bit her lip, pulling up on the loops of her jeans that hugged around the curve of her hips.

"No, I teach, actually." June commented, brushing down Fury's neck before pushing some of his mane out of his eyes.

The horse chewed a bit, making her smile as his lips tried to nip at her arm. "Have a lesson soon. He's the best with kids, gives them a hard time but it's good for them to learn how to be a bit more assertive. He listens when you're real strict with him, just not well."

"Really all the qualities of a man, huh?" The man smirked; they stood next to each other at the station before June looked over and he had started to move towards her. His hand outreached, his eyes truly on her now as they became closer with each step he took. "Harry Styles."

June swallowed back, her hand moving out towards his as they locked together in a moment. "June Forte. You're a worker here?"

Harry's eyes shift for a moment when he notices the deep blue of her eyes and the familiarity of her generational smile. His tongue flicks out to run over his bottom lip as he lets his eyes drag over her a moment. June squirms under his vision, her breath halted as he takes his hand away and their touch loosens.

"And this is your ranch, I presume." He speaks, his words standing in the air.

June shrugs her shoulders up as if his comment didn't mean much. "Not mine– well, my family's, so technically will be mine or my siblings someday. My dad's dream was to own it, and I guess now he does. Was my grandads, and my great-grandads. He built it, and it's just a family heirloom now. But yeah– we live up there."

Harry's breath baited for a moment, a small scoff of a chuckle leaving his lips as he moved back towards the mare. The mare stomped on the ground, his hand moving to comfort her outburst.

"Guess I don't need to be flirting with the ranch owner's daughter, then. May be a conflict of interest."

June raised a brow at his words, feeling a hotness come across her neck as she moved to throw the big brush through Fury's chestnut coat. She faced away from him now, her head turning to look over her shoulder at the way he continued to smirk at her.

For the first time in a while, June's sharp tongue felt dull. She didn't know what to say as she felt some hair fall into her face as she managed to push the heavy brush through the horse's coat.

"Never been a huge rule follower, though." He followed up, pulling the reins of the tacked horse; he walked backwards out of the barn with his eyes on June– the shape of her body only let his eyes fall down and around her curves.

A soft chuckle came from her lips as she heard the clicking of his tongue, guiding the mare out. "Easy, cowboy." She called back, in a surprising quip, "My ranch, my rules."

"So now you're the boss?" He quipped, "giving me mixed signals, June." Harry paused for a moment, giving her a moment to comeback.

"Let's just say I'm pretty close to the guy in charge." June tilted her head, "But I'd say that flirting with the boss's daughter isn't in your best interest if you want to stick around."

June watched the man quickly bite his lip as if he was stopping himself from another remark.

"We'll see about that one." He called back, his boots crunching on the gravel once again, his eyes staying on her even when leading the large horse out of the barn. "Might be the opposite effect if I'm lucky."

June bit her lip at the thought of him– wondering if he had seen her before. Her legs adjusted just at the thought of his low, raspy voice. She hasn't heard it before, but now all she could hear was his words in the back of her head.

"Hope you find a four-leaf clover out there, gonna need it." June said back, watching as he moved away, a wink flying back at her.

She huffed, looking at her horse before a shake of her head made her feel a bit dizzy.

Maybe it wasn't the head shake that made her feel that way.

***

The following morning, Fury continued to give June quite a time. He was a stubborn horse, but she knew that he trusted her and vice versa. June never felt that she had a problem with him, he had been her horse for over ten years now.

June grew up with horses, riding and watching them was in her blood. She loved riding and watching people become more comfortable as they rode more. It was a pleasure for her to teach young kids to be comfortable and confident while riding, especially when it taught discipline and hard work.

Nothing about riding horses was easy– she continued to learn that the hard way. It took trust, and lots of effort to make sure that the animal underneath you trusted every part of you. The hardest part was putting your life in their hands. But, it was always worth taking that chance.

He kicked a few times, the young girl that she had for the lesson this morning was mostly scared that she was going to fall off. June reassured her that she would hold his lead, but that she needed to be strong.

"When you're scared, he's going to be scared," June tried to reassure her, watching the young girl— her name was Natasha, she was around eleven. "You have to be in control of him, and he's going to respond to you. But we can end the lesson a bit early if you're feeling some nerves— that's okay, too."

Natasha gave June a look; she was unsure, and June could read all over it. However, Natasha pushed through some of her nerves, which led to June eventually letting go of the reins and letting the girl trot some laps around the outside arena space.

"You got it!" She yelled over, staying on the fence, her eyes lighting up at the girl's excitement over her accomplishments of getting the horse to where she wanted him. "Let's loop around one more time, and then bring it back to the center."

June pushed her hands in the back pockets of her jeans. The outside training grounds was a large area of the ranch, covered by trees and small patches of grass. She tucked some hair behind her ear that had fallen out of the messy bun she pulled at the base of her neck.

A small noise caught her attention as she started to make her way to the center of the arena to meet Fury and Natasha. June bit on her lip as she squinted in the early morning sun that was casting over the field down to the bison pasture. The gates had opened, watching the man from earlier in the saddle atop the chestnut mare.

His head turned to check that the smaller bison calves had made their way through to the other side of the fence.

"Shut 'em in!" He yelled, pulling at the reins of his horse before the other ranch-hand pulled at the metal gate on the other side.

The field sat opposite of the smaller training field that had been built for June's benefit; she absolutely loved teaching, loved the elements of getting young riders out on the back of a horse to feel the fresh breeze in their hair. It had been so therapeutic to her growing up when everything felt that it could have fallen apart at any moment— this was her world.

Growing up on the ranch had been a saving grace for her. It was the yin to the yang of the city that she had grown to love. She had never had the opportunity to fall in love with another place like she had with Seattle.

It didn't hurt that these were the kinds of views that she had, either.

June hadn't been paying attention as she heard her name being called; her head whipped around as she watched Fury stomp a few times and start to buck and push the young girl. June watched her expression as she held at the fence, watching the young girl struggle with the large stallion.

"Hold on, Natasha!" June yelled, sitting up on the large fence before she cupped her hands over her mouth, "Pull the reins real hard to the left!"

She could see the fear on the girls face as she tried to brace, tried to do what June had told her to. She wasn't strong enough to manage the horse as her foot slid from the saddle and her body flung to the side and off into the dirt of the ring.

June gasped outwardly with a few curses as she ran towards where the girl was flung off. Fury moved away now that she felt safe enough that she could grab her and move out of the ring. She felt horrible not being to stop it before it started, not reading the language of the horse before it was too late.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" June asked, the young girl sitting up on her elbows as she tried to brush herself off. "You're not hurt, are you? Nothing feels broken?"

She shook her head, the helmet bearing her fall as she seemed to just be a bit more traumatized than hurt. The adrenaline must've been moving through her as they stood up, June helping her as she looked around the ring to notice that the horse had made his way out of the ring through the gate she had opened, ready to lead them out.

"Shit!" June yelled out, her head moving around at an attempt to find the horse that had been trotting away. She tucked the hair behind her ear as she turned to look around.

"I'm so sorry," Natasha started, obviously in shock, "I-I didn't– I got scared."

June turned to the girl, shaking her head profusely. "No, no, sweetie. It's fine– as long as you're okay."

June took Natasha out of the ring, climbing up the fence and over to the grassy knoll. Her hands landed on her hips as she searched around for Fury who had gotten loose.

"Fuck," She whispered under her breath.

She didn't expect him to get so agitated. She hasn't had that happen before, which set her alert on high. Fury was the horse that she trained on, and without him, she couldn't hold onto her lesson schedule.

The next one was in twenty minutes, so she needed to figure out a plan on how to catch him.

The first part of the plan was to find the horse that had seemingly run away and out of the gate. Her attention moved back towards the young girl, who had taken off her helmet and seemed to have calmed down just a bit. She rubbed at her elbow that had a bit of a scratch.

"You head back to barn," She told Natasha, "If you see him, holler really loud for me. I'm going to go to the other fields, see if I can catch him."

The young girl agreed, making her way back down to the barns where her mother had been while she took the lesson. She would tell them what had happened, and to make sure they could catch him if he got around.

June started up towards the bison fields– the ranch handlers had been up there just a few moments prior to the incident, and she may have an idea of where the horse had run to. The property was large, almost three hundred acres of land. But, with the number of trees and wooded miles, it would be harder to catch him than it was with the open spaces.

The Forte ranch was surrounded by mountainous regions, which was good for the bison and the elk that were seemingly farmed in the area. June's family kept bison and yak, which was separate to the ranches out in the southwest. Their ranch was green and grassy, surrounded by lakes and streams with glaciers and chilly mornings.

The summer heat didn't always feel like summer, which was what made the mornings so delightful. It was June's favorite parts about the lifestyle of working outside, she felt like there was so much more to see and so much more to take in. It was her own sense of meditation.

"Hey," June called out to the two men sitting on the fences. "Did you see my horse run by? He threw my rider off and fled, and I didn't really see where he went."

The two men seemingly similar looked at one another before shaking their head, practically ignoring her as they continued to haul a few bales of hay into a truck that was backed up to the fence. "Sorry, hon, no."

June placed her hands in her back pockets before she stared at them for a moment. "Okay, well, he's black. Long white stripe down his nose, kinda pink on the end. His name is Fury, but he doesn't usually respond," She blinked a few times, starting to ramble as she thought for a moment, "Probably why he's being a pain in the ass."

She could tell that the men were seemingly uncaring for her request, so she sniffled out of awkwardness before her boots started to move her to the other end of the field.

A good thirty minutes flew by as she walked along the edges of the property, whistling softly for any sight of where the horse could've gone. The sudden sound of clicking made her head turn towards the wooded area; a strike of fear spooking her as she turned. It wasn't that she feared being on her own, but something about being vulnerable ate away at her.

Her heart instantly dropped as she saw two horses, one ridden and the other being held close by the familiar leather reins. The rider in question familiar as she felt her lips quirk up in a smirk at the look on the man's face. She released the breath she had been holding in.

"Think you're supposed to stay on the horse, not let him run away." The deep voice teased. He had been holding the reins of Fury while riding his own.

"He threw my rider," She told him, "I was trying to make sure that she was okay, and he ran off."

"She was quite young," He commented, obviously seeming a bit worried now. He slowed his horse down, the horse standing in front of June as she went to pet down the mare's nose. It crossed her mind that he had noticed her earlier, possibly been staring. "Was she okay?"

June shrugged, nodding. "No broken bones. Maybe a bit of broken spirit."

"You know what they say," He licked over his lip, "Gotta' get back in the saddle." It was then that a smile broke on his face, which halted her breath at the beauty of it.

She laughed at his dry humor, raising her brows. "They do say that, but I'm going to have to do a bit more training with him. He needs to be better for younger riders."

Harry threw the reins over his horse's head, June caught them in her own grip. She looked back up at him again with a small smile. "I appreciate your help– catching him and all that."

"Pretty good portion of my job," He told her, turning the horse a bit so he could face her better.

June had started to lead the horse back in the direction of where the ring and the barn were before Harry stopped her with his words.

"C'mon, hop on," He told her, shifting in his saddle, "We're almost a mile away. You don't want to have to walk."

June's eyes shifted a bit as she pulled at Fury's lead, walking backwards as she thinks about his request for a moment. It catches her off guard, but she shakes her head.

"I think I can walk," She assures him him with a chuckle. He sways a bit in the saddle as he starts after them, obviously going in the same direction.

"Didn't say you couldn't," He remarks back, June hears his tone and looks back instantly, watching his eyes lay on her. Her stomach dropped at the way his gaze felt; his words playing off the sharpness of his jaw, "Also wasn't looking for an answer, just action."

June eyed him for a moment, almost a stand off from her spot on the ground. She inhaled sharply before she bit the inside of her cheek. She didn't understand the feeling in her chest that had anchored its way down to a bit of heat. The authoritative speaking of his voice made her swallow.

"But what if I wanted to walk?"

June watches the twitch of his face when she denied him– when she didn't do as he asked. When she didn't succumb to his request; which, she was learning was more of a nice way to demand rather than request.

The man slipped off the saddle, moving away from the mare before he was now standing in front of June with her hair pulled from her face. The freckles on her nose were surrounded by a bit of sun-kiss, which the man took as a reward for being so close. His eyes trained in her for a moment before he noticed the hitch in her breath as they were toe to toe.

June subconsciously took a small step back before she felt the touch of his hand on her wrist. Her eyes stayed along the collar of the navy t-shirt that seemed a bit pulled at the collar. While a contrast to the white tank he wore yesterday, this accentuated the bronze of his skin from working out in the summer heat. The warmth of the summer sun has bronzed him, leaving the ink of his arms darker in contrast.

He took a package out of his back pocket, the cigarette between his fingers and dangling from his mouth now as his bright green eyes have a playful lift to them. She watches him teasingly as he lets it dangle from his tongue before placing one on her lip too, waiting for her lip to catch it.

She doesn't tell him that she only smokes when she can't sleep, or when she's stressed out by something her family has said. But she doesn't say anything, just sends him a smirk as they stand toe to toe. His fingers snap the lighter to his, hers next as he takes a draw.

"Anyone looking for you?" His voice was as smooth as leather as he kept his eyes directed to the way her cheeks sunk into breath in the smoke.

"Probably." She responds, drawing her lips between her teeth. She felt the stare down but folded as soon the dimple popped through the right of his cheek. "I have a lesson that should be starting."

He shrugged, "Your horse ran off, nothing you can do."

June went to speak, her head turning towards Fury before Harry looked down the gravel road towards the home– over a mile away like he had mentioned.

Her words got caught in her throat before she can respond, just putting the cigarette up to her lips before she licked her tongue over her bottom lip that had turned into a smile. June bites the inside of her cheek before she looks over Harry who's already moving away from her.

"What're you doing back here?" He asked her, his European accent ringing a bit different, "thought you moved to the city."

Her thoughts ran to the fact that he knew that much about her. She wondered if her dad had mentioned her before, or if he was just paying attention. Either way, her answer to him stayed true.

"I knew I wanted to work my way back here," June told him honestly, "I wanted to work back home. But I need to save some money."

Harry bit his lip as he held the reins of the horse, pulling his over just a bit to start back down the path. It was slow, but it was moving a bit. June knew she was late to her riding session, but she figured it would've been fine anyways– she wasn't going to let her students ride Fury at this point.

"You're young," Harry told her with a chuckle, as if he was trying to explain the world to her, "You've got to explore a bit before moving back home. How do you think I got here?"

June tucked some loose hair behind her ear, "How did you end up here, I mean? It's quite far."

"Five thousand miles, give or take." He tells her, walking alongside her now. They seem to be moving at a slower pace. Either way, Harry knew that he wanted to be next to her.

June took a last draw of her cigarette, throwing it on the gravel. "Way too far for me. I'd miss my family way too much."

Harry flicked the cigarette, the ashes falling a bit before he nodded a few times. "That's because you have a really great family," He looked ahead, chuckling a bit, which June caught before furrowing her brows. "I don't miss my family at all, truthfully. Not much to miss there. So, maybe I just don't get it."

June nodded a few times, understanding the implications and biting her lip at his words. There's silence in the air before she takes in a breath and pressed her lips together then, as if she's trying to find words to help alleviate a pressure that she added in. But, he speaks before she gets a chance to.

"I just think people maybe need to take a few more chances," He says, "Live a little more freely. What's the worst that can happen if you do what you want?"

"Well, most criminals live by that narrative," June tells him, which makes him laugh a little bit at her remarks before she looks at him with the blue eyes that he can't seem to fully grasp could be that color blue.

"Within reason." He adds, and he stops mid step before he watches as she turns to face him at his abrupt stop in the road.

June looks at him, a fluttering feeling in her stomach as his body moves, letting the leather reins go before he stops in front of her again. It's the proximity that sends her thoughts on a tailwind of what could happen next; the adrenaline pushes in her veins as she stares up at him. He's closer now than before, his head has dropped a bit so he can really look at her, but she's acknowledged that, pushing her chin up to make sure she can hear exactly what he's saying.

"Maybe it's the fact that I don't like playing by the rules, though." The smell of the tobacco was filling her nose as they stood so close. His eyes remained deferred from hers, watching the way that the lips and chin were pulling up, almost subconsciously.

"Seems a bit criminal, if you ask me." She teased, tilting her head a bit as she begged him to look at her.

"I mean," He chuckled, letting his fingers move up to her chin as he took it between them to steady her, "It would be criminal to let you beg any longer. Bit pathetic to watch."

"Not begging." She pushed back, pulling her chin away from his grip, which tightened his jaw. She noticed the way that her defiance made him react, which sped her breathing up.

"Tell your body that, sweets," He bit, "I could say anything, and you'll react to it."

He licked over his lips, watching as she tried her best to stay calm, to keep her breath under control. Her lips were pursed, her stance was trying to stand off a bit, but he could see right through her—he saw that she was trying her best to stand on her own but knew that she would fold right then and there.

It was the game that Harry liked, he liked watching how she would react to him when he spoke to her. She was young, practically ten years younger or so, he could assume—she was so impressionable and the fight for dominance was almost sweet. Harry ached as he watched her try to stand him down and his eyes moved to her lips before they drew up to her eyes, watching the ocean waves of blue.

June pulled away, suddenly. She gave him a smirk before she clicked her tongue to have Fury follow her down the road.

"You think you've got me figured out," She called, looking back over her shoulder. "Not going to work with me, cowboy."

Harry bit the inside of his cheek, watching her walk away. His eyes fell to the way that she walked, seeing the swing of her hips as a tactic to use against him. But, he did what he needed to do. He followed close behind, watching her every move—the silence in their walk back not lost on him.

"Something enticing?" June teased, noticing the way that his eyes had danced over her curves from behind. Harry's eyes lifted just a bit, settling in her eyes before he sent a wink her way.

The silence on the walk back to the barns felt good; it felt understood. It's why they both smiled to themselves, neither one seeing the other.

***

"You think I can really pull him?" June looked at Shelby, "He's older– I don't know, Shel."

"You aren't even seeing the way he looks at you," Shelby said to her friend, taking a swig of her beer. He's not taken his eyes off of her, and somehow June knows that deep inside of her, but she can't bring herself to look back at him. She's a bit timid like that; a sharp tongue when confronted, but a tail between her legs when she thinks of it.

The next night, June had gone out with her friend, Shelby, for a drink. It wasn't lost on her that the town was small. Most everyone knew each other, which made the Friday nights out on the town hard to avoid people you didn't want to see.

You really needed to want to be there, or you would be seen by someone you didn't want to see. June hadn't even thought of it when they went out, that she could possibly see him there. After their encounter yesterday morning, June had kept her distance. Not in a way that she felt was stand-offish, but in a way that felt like she was trying her best to let him come to her.

Dating and flirting weren't new to her, but the idea of playing this game scared her a bit. He wasn't new to this; they weren't trying to figure this out together like she had experienced in college. He was older than her, he had experience with this game.

It scared her a bit, because she didn't know how to handle herself in this type of situation. She wanted to come across as confident, but she knew that he had the opportunity to make her fold.

"You need to be drunker," Shelby stated, pushing her half-empty beer to her, watching as June wrapped her hands around the bottle. It was warm to the touch, not fresh in the slightest. "Let's go to the bar to get more."

June looked at her friend after downing the rest before she fully understood what that meant for her.

Shelby had gotten up, which made June follow her. The strawberry blonde realized without another second to spare that she had walked into the lion's den– eyes were on her as she approached the countertop bar.

One pair of eyes, specifically.

At first, she hadn't recognized him. Without the hat and the dirt-ridden t-shirt, she saw the way that the denim jacket hugged his back. The curls had a bit of bounce to them, and her mouth felt dry as she tried her best to divert her attention away.

But they were almost arm and arm and she had wondered if he would notice.

Of course he had. The scent of cherries and lime only made sense when his attention turned back towards a person who had brushed against him now. He had seen her across the room as soon as she came in with her short skirt and boots. He noticed the way that her waist dipped in with the form-fitting top and the slight curl to her hair.

He sat with his beer in his hand, a rowdy few friends were next to him as he kept his attention on her. June felt heat down her neck as she tried to ignore the staring but started to enjoy the feeling of being seen.

"Two whiskey sours," Shelby leaned across the bar to ask for before June looked at her with confusion, knowing that adding a bit of liquor in the mix would either make it better or worse—she didn't know. Her friend smirked at her, watching the bartender start to assemble their drinks.

June kept to herself for a moment before she heard a stealthy voice next to her. The jolt of her head towards him even surprised her as she licked over her lips at the way that he was looking at her.

"You following me, doll?"

June scoffed; her sharp tongue ready. "You don't think I have better things to do?" She quirked her eyebrow at him; feeling the closeness of them as she stood, and he sat on the barstool under the dim light of the grungy pub.

"No," He shook his head, taking a sip from his bottle before he turned to face her now. She was practically between his legs, his knees on either side of her as she stood closer to him than she thought. "I don't think you do."

He looked the same as he had yesterday morning; he was clean shaven on his cheeks, a bit of scruff on his lip and a twinkle in his eye that was undeniable among the green. A denim jacket covering his shoulders and tattooed arms that were on such display this morning. The hair sat longer on top of his head, just enough to add the definitive addition of chocolate curls.

June could barely look at him without her knees buckling at the bar top. But she took the drink from the bartender with confidence, trying to anchor herself.

"Well, you're wrong." June tells him, taking ahold of the cocktail before taking a sip and trying to play hard to get. A game she knew– a game she played far too often.

Harry watched the way she popped her hip, knowing she did it on purpose.

"I'm never wrong," He bit back, still playful. His eyes met June's, and she didn't dare look away. "So, try again."

June cleared her throat, standing against the bar as she let a breath out. What she hadn't anticipated was the way that his bent knee fell behind her own, pulling her closer between his legs at the busy bar.

June went to speak, a small gasp leaving her lips as she placed her hand on his shoulder as she lost a bit of balance. Her hair fell into his face as she felt herself push away. The smirk on his face only made her blush as she pushed off from him.

"Go on," He urged, "Try again."

She raised her eyebrows, noticing her hand still placed on his shoulder. "What if," She cleared her throat, "It's you who is following me?"

Harry took a sip of his beer, lazily, eyes staying on June as he shook his head softly.

" 'Course I am," He bit his lip, "Who wouldn't?"

His honesty came across, making her feel a bit speechless when she looked at him. She downed a good amount of the whiskey drink quickly, knowing that the quicker it went down, the quicker she'd feel it.

"Looks like what I said about criminal activity seems to be true," She let the straw of the drink rest on her tongue as she looked at him, "You're a bit no good."

"Never denied it," He downed a bit more of his drink before he raised his brow at her, "But you keep coming back, don't you?"

Her tongue rested on the straw, playing with it a little bit as she felt the flirtatious spirit running through her. The cat and the mouse were at their height, now.

"Just gathering all the facts on why I should stay away," She told him, pushing her hair back off of her shoulder. The small top only leaving little to the imagination; Harry tried to hold it together as he swallowed dryly.

"How's that working out for you?" He asked, his hand making its way to her hip as he pulled her a bit closer. June took a step, finding her balance as she stared at him for a moment. He knew the look on her face as he had seen that look a few times before.

A part of him felt the words deeper, which initiated him to reach for his wallet.

"Mind if you let me drive you home?" His voice was thick with a dry, hoarseness that only solidified her position backing into his lap.

June practically melted at his touch, his hand on her hip as she nodded a few times before turning towards him then.

"Don't think that should be a problem." She muttered over the music playing across the bar.

June's eyes found Shelby who was standing at the bar, just a few people over before she winked at them. She moved away, just so that Harry could stand on his feet as she watched the man throw a fifty down on the counter to cover the drinks.

"Drinking fifty dollars' worth and then driving me home?" Her attention turned towards the man as he gave her a lazy smile. "Feels a bit dangerous to get in the car with a drunk stranger."

"Feel like it's my job to pay for you too if I'm getting you to leave your friend to come spend time with me, hm?" Harry walked backwards a bit, reaching for her hand before they reached the door to the bar. "You looked like you were having a good time. But I got something to show you."

Her hand fit into his, her breathing escalating just a bit at the way that he maneuvered her grip, making his stronger instantly as he led them back to the Ford pickup he sport around town.

"I was having a good time," She tells him with a bit of a flirty essence, one that held a bit of attitude as far as he was concerned, "And now you're taking me from it. Wherever you're taking me must be pretty good."

Harry bit on his lip as he sniffles, scrunching his nose at her comment. Her comment only pressing his buttons.

"I'd apologize but I don't know if I'm sorry." He commented, cocking his head.

"You'll only have to apologize if I'm left disappointed–"

When they reached the blue pick-up, his hands instantly grabbed at her hips. They pushed her body into the iron to hold her captive against the side of the truck. It wasn't hard enough to hurt her, but hard enough to ground her. She hoped there'd be a small amount of pain as a reminder of the moment.

"You're not gonna question me, are you?" He asked her with the softest voice; the threat in his tone only heightened her senses as she flinched at the way he spoke.

The inside of her thighs fluttered at his growl of a voice. "N-No," June answered, "No, no, never."

His lips brushed against the side of her ear, pulling his body away from her just for a moment before he nodded and found the moment to understand her.

"Good girl," He praised, moving his hands upwards to her waist. The slim part of her torso melted into a perfect hourglass figure. Her hips were wide and held his sight, but his hands loved the feeling of the curve.

June's breath halted at the way that he held her– at first with a physical grip so tight, and then an invisible string of persistence.

The small pub rested just on the outskirts, in the mountains, but just far enough from the ranch. The radio played lightly; the windows were rolled down as the horizon line were just baring a bit of light.

Harry had driven the truck up to one of the horse barns that sat just close to June's guest house, where she had been staying. It was a bit further on the property, but she drove past it almost every day.

"What are we doing here?" She questioned him before he opened the door. He went to the other side to help her out, taking her hand as she jumped down. He had taken her waist in his hands to help her, the touch of him on her was enough to make her breathing hitch.

"Have something to show you, I told you." He said, taking her hand in his as he led her back up to the darkened barn. When they arrived at the open door, he flickered on a switch that gave the large space a bit of light.

When they both walked into the small barn, the only lights were overhead, the sound of the crickets chirping filled the silence. June followed Harry's lead before she noticed that they stopped at the stall at the end of the row, down closer to the tack room.

"Here we are," Harry nodded, leaning his arms on the side of the stall gate. When June turned towards the mother horse and baby that were laying on the ground before them. She felt her heart melt at the sight of the small, brown foal that had two white spots on the top of its forehead.

"Oh my god," She gasped, watching as Harry smiled at her surprise. "Aren't they the sweetest thing?"

"He was born this morning," Harry leaned against the gate, watching the two horses on the ground before he turned back to June. The mare simply in awe of the small baby, seemingly tired as she laid next to him. "Needs a name."

"The ranch has a history of naming them after the stars, you know," June tells him, walking over to the little foal. His legs tucked under him, two bright white spots perfectly in the middle of his forehead.

June leans down a bit, hesitant not to scare him. Her hand reaches out to pet the small foal before she runs over hand over the white spots.

"Well, mum is Forager of Stardust," He tells her, keeping against the gate with his arms crossed, "So, we'll keep it in the family."

June starts to giggle as she turns back to Harry, eyes wide, "Ziggy Stardust– hands down, has to be."

"Ziggy Stardust? Alright, then. Sounds like a perfect name to me." Harry questions with a laugh; his smile becoming a bit more than the typical lazy one he likes to sport. June noticed that the crinkles by his eyes were a bit more defined, her nods insinuating her answer.

June turned back to the little foal before watching as his dark brown eyes blinked a few times with the lashes so long and fluttered. Her heart was built from the small creatures around the farm, the life that had been put into this lifestyle.

It reminded her of the sweetness; the parts of her life that continued to only get better the older she got and the more she enjoyed the peacefulness of simplicity.

This was it– this was the simplicity she craved. The rebirth, the gentle touches that reminded her of what life really was all about. She loved watching the ranch run on its own, watching as it grew everyday with small details.

Harry had moved towards a bale of hay that sat in the corner, taking a seat on it as he leaned against the stable wall. He watched June nuzzling the foal before she turned her head towards him again. He gave her a tilted smirk, dimple pressing into his cheek as he watched the nurturing love that nestled out of her.

"Did you grow up on a farm?" She asked, looking back at him before standing up from her spot. She managed to make her way through the tall stable hay before taking a seat on the bale with him. The small spot was snug, but neither of them seemed to mind.

"I did," He nodded a few times, "But it was a lot different. Sheep and goat, mostly. England is also a bit flatter, so it was a lot easier to ride than it is here. But I just figured that this would be a bit of an adventure."

"Think you made a good choice?" June asked, crossing her arms as her legs settled straight out just like his.

Harry raised his brows before he felt that he couldn't stop himself from smiling all the sudden. He wanted to believe that the few beers had something to do with it, hours ago now, but he knew that it wasn't. His eyes were downcast as he started to nod a few times.

"The views here are incredible." He answered, looking up at her, "But the scenery around here is good, too."

June nodded a few times, sniffling.

Harry decided to return the question, looking back at her. "Do you think you made the right choice coming back home? Assuming you liked the city, I guess."

June shrugged her shoulders, knowing that being home was always difficult in some capacity. She loved her family, loved the ease of being able to go places and knowing exactly what to expect. Home seemed to be a place that was easily accessible to her, all the time. Her family would always bring her back—she always knew that she could lean on them without an issue or judgement of feeling pressured to leave.

"I think I made the right choice to come home and to do what feels easy right now," She nodded a few times, "I think coming home from college is scary because you're like," She shrugged, "You feel like you don't have a direction anymore. You're in school practically your whole life—it's all you know. And then to think that you could go somewhere else and live a new life after that. It's just a lot. They're letting me stay in the guesthouse until I can get my bearings."

Harry understood, to some degree. But he was the opposite—if it wasn't new, it wasn't exciting. He wanted to see new things and to not see the same view twice. It meant that you weren't settled, even though the idea of settling wasn't bad. It was just different.

"It's probably good to know that you have a space in the world somewhere," He agreed, settling a bit, "I understand that. I didn't go to college, but I get that you want to feel like you're... you. And you're not having to reintroduce yourself to a new place or new people."

"My family knows exactly who I am," She smiled, "And that's what I want right now."

That was the truth—June wanted to just stay here until she was able to get her own place, maybe down the road. She could have the best of both worlds—one day she'd be able to live on her own, but still be able to stay connected to the place that felt so close to her heart. Teaching riding lessons was her only income, but it helped pay her loans and aided in her weekend ventures with her friends, specifically Shelby.

There wasn't much more she could have wanted now. Happiness seemed to manifest itself in the little things.

But, of course, after the small incident with Fury yesterday morning, she didn't know that she would have been able to trust him. It felt that there was more she could do about it, but she knew that his outbursts had been due to her lack of maintaining his trust and boundaries. He was also just an asshole half the time, and it wasn't something that she could put up with if he continued.

June sighed a bit, thinking of it when she noticed that Harry had taken interest in her sudden displeasure.

"What's wrong?" He asked. She blinked a few times, watching as he seemed to understand that her sigh was of annoyance.

"Well, I'm not going to be able to give anymore lessons until I can get Fury figured out," She shook her head, watching the man as he listened to her quandary. "I have to get him straightened out or I'll have to get another horse ready just to train on, and work with Fury until then."

Harry bit the inside of his cheek as he let his eyes move to the side, seeing if he would get the reaction he was looking for.

"Bet you're a real good rider, huh?" He teased, poking his tongue into the side of his cheek as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Probably give good lessons, too."

June pulled her lips into her mouth to keep from the smirk that was approaching, but she rolled her eyes instead. "What a line."

"I'm just asking!" He lifted his hands in defense as he chuckled out a bit, "Was maybe looking into some lessons to help you out."

Their outstretched legs bumped into one another as she pulled at bent knee up to hug into her chest. "I charge a hefty fee."

Harry shrugged, running his hand through his hair. The unruly curls were a bit out of control as he sniffled gently at the way that the hay tickled his nose. "I'll pay up-front."

June shifted her jaw as she licked over her lips. It was a bit dangerous, this game that they were playing. But she had an idea in her brain that she was going to take his advice.

What was the worst that could happen?

She sat up, back straight. Her eyes were downcast as she looked over at him, then. He didn't know how to respond to her stare before he felt the way that she pushed her knee over his lap. Her hands steadily placing on his shoulder as he looked up at her with a smirk that said all of the words that she desperately needed to hear.

"Alright, then," She sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, "Let me give you a lesson or two, cowboy." Her hips sank into his pelvis, pushing gently with the added pressure as she took a seat like he had inquired for.

Harry sat up a bit straighter, watching as she straightened up, too. Her skirt flowed over her thighs as he let his hands place on the outside of her hip for helping her balance. A smirk coated her blushing cheeks as she tucked her hair behind her ear in a nervous habit.

"I'm already learning so much," He teased her, waiting for her to make another move. She thought she may have a grasp on how to approach him but became nervous as she started to take charge. It was evident to him as she settled into his lap, but he loved the initiative.

They faced one another and she bit her lip at the way that he talked to her. He paid attention to her, let his hands get to know her before he pressed further.

"Dare you to kiss me, though." He said to her, watching as she gave him a look of confusion. She chuckled at him, as she shook her head, but he just smirked, "No one can pass up a dare."

She did exactly as he had dared, pressing down so their lips met. It was like finding water in the desert as she immediately pushed forward, needing more as soon as she got a taste. Her hips rolled at the feeling of his hand making its way to the back of her neck, almost like he was guiding her closer. He was showing her what she needed without words.

The kiss allowed him to press his tongue into her mouth which elicit a whimper from her, his cock straining underneath the jeans that she had been pressing on. He followed, letting his own whimper strain out at the thought of her pressed against him. The skirt not allowing anything between them except the panties he imagined she'd have on.

Deepening the kiss, he pulled her hips forward just enough that he was allowing her hips to ride into him. The coolness of his belt made her shiver, her thighs immediately reacting to the touch.

"You wanna let me take the reins?" He offered, his voice deep and raw as he felt the closeness of them. Her back arched into him, his words giving her a break as she nodded fervently.

"Please?" She asked, practically pleading.

It didn't take any longer before he threw his arm around her, picking her up into his lap as he found the grounding of his feet. Swiftly, he held her up on his waist as she wrapped her legs around his middle, holding on as they pressed their way through the barn.

The small tack closet next to the stable was the closest they got before he threw open the door and led them in.

Harry threw her on the table, letting her sit as he continued to let his lips fall over her again and again. With her help, his hands pulled the denim off of his arms and back, pieces of clothing seem to fall off easily.

He gently allowed his hand to move to the inside of her thigh, pressing down a bit to gauge her reaction.

Her skin was hot, his eyes were down as he guided his hand to the place that she needed him most.

"Please, please," She continued to plead, his ears ringing from the way that she needed. It was so innocent and cute, almost like she hadn't any idea how badly he could wreck her.

"Turn around." He demanded, pulling away just enough to give her room to move. When she didn't, all he saw was a deer in headlights, watching him for a moment like she didn't know what he was asking of her. She swallowed, licking over her lips as she got to her feet.

Her slow movement initiated him to grab her by the hips to turn her around quickly. His hand pressed on her back, pushing her to her elbows on the deck of the tack room.

"When was the last time you were fucked?"

Her throat was tight just at the words that left his mouth; her breathing racing as she anticipated the quickness of this. She had been waiting for it; hoping he'd understand she had been quietly asking for this.

"Been a while," She answered breathlessly, her legs pushed apart as he stood behind her. The flow of the skirt barely covered over her ass before he pushed it up to reveal it all. "N-Not that long."

His eyes grew three sizes larger as he took in the detail of the black lace that lay over her milky skin.

Harry pulled himself down, letting his knees sink to the ground. His eyes were level with the lace as he quickly let his fingers rest on the waistband, pulling them off of her and down her thighs.

She gasped at the feeling, his eyes never leaving.

"Goddamn," He commented, his thumb pressing softly into her. She jerked forward at the initial contact, eyes shutting as she leaned into his touch. "Knew it," He chuckled, "Knew you'd get yourself wet for me."

His thumb moved out slowly, her reaction exactly what he wanted. She pulled back with him, wanting to be filled– he knew exactly where he needed to get her.

"Needy," He berate, his words having a bit of edge. Her eyes flickered open as she gasped at the feeling of his hand slapping the harness of her skin. His thumb removed as he spanked her again, lurching her forward. "So fucking greedy."

Her knees trembled at the feeling, left untouched as he stood behind her. The sound of his belt made her eyes shut as he undid the button on his jeans and smirked at the way she settled underneath him.

"Don't mind that we don't have a condom, right?" He asked, his hand moving to the reddened spot on her skin that she ached took feel again. He smirked, knowing the words he would say would only make her a bit restless. "Can wait if you really need me to."

Her head turned around, her lips a bit raw from where she had been nibbling on it.

"No," She shook her head, "No– no. I'm safe, we're okay." She pleaded, and his smirked lifted at her neediness.

His hands pulled on her hips to arch just a bit for him. June quickly felt the teasing way his tip pressed against her soaked cunt, her hands turned white knuckled as she gripped tightly onto the wood. It was just the feeling alone– she hadn't even seen him, but her anticipation was high.

"Just letting you know," He pressed the tip right into the softness between her, giving her a sensation of euphoria just from how turned on she had been. She let out a moan, her eyes shutting. "We play by my rules. When I say down, you go down. When I say suck, you suck. No backtalking. I'm giving you the best fuck of your life, so you listen to me to get what I know you want. Got it?"

He hadn't even given her a reason to moan, her words caught in her throat as she nodded with. A subtle whimper— the strawberry blonde hair flinging over her shoulder as he moved it away. His lips found their home on the back of her neck, sucking gently at the skin.

"You're going to be such a good girl, though, aren't you? You would never disobey me, huh?" He cooed; his lips continued to ravish at her hair line as she threw her head back in an ache to feel the pleasure he was offering.

June's hips moved back gently, but his hands gripped at her before she could push herself onto him. The slight action gave him a sense of power; his hand smacking onto the curve of her.

The cracking sound familiar to one of a whip— she gasped at the feeling, her eyes closing shut just at the pain that radiated in such a burning sensation.

"Fuck," She whispered, knowing that she was simply dripping at the need. She had never been in a position of such need— she had never needed someone to give her what she needed in such a way that it brought tears to her eyes just to think about it. "I-I'm sorry— I—"

"I'm not." He stated, his breath hot on her neck. A coolness laying underneath—the metal of the cross hitting at her shoulder when he grabbed her hips towards him. When he pushed in, it took a fluid motion before they both moaned out in pleasure. It was a shock of intensity that Harry had truly never felt before.

Sure, he'd been in this position before— but like this? He had been with beautiful women, seen beautiful things. But the enticing scent of wildflowers and sweet vanilla only flourished as his nose brushed the softness of her shoulder.

Harry tried to keep his composure— trying to follow the red behind his eyes, but suddenly feeling the urge to cum at any moment which made him a bit nervous at the quick build-up. It was exceptionally better than he had expected; he had been more turned-on than he had thought.

His forehead rested on her shoulder blade; the small strap of her tank-top the only small detail that was between his forehead and her skin. Harry bit his lip slightly as he wondered when he would be ready to pull out to continue fucking her into an oblivion that would send her to the stars.

But he felt incredibly, incredibly close to the edge just at the initial feeling of her. He grunted in a bit of frustration as he shook his head to try to clear all the thoughts that had gathered there. The curls of his hair fell into his eyes as he shook his head. His hands kneaded into the fleshy skin that curved over the small skirt that still rested on her thighs. He had just pushed it up enough to give himself access to what he really needed.

Focus, he thought to himself.

"You are so goddamn tight," He watched as her back arched a bit at his words. Her chin turned to the side, just enough where he could now see her side profile. Her eyes were shut, mouth parted in a small, dainty way. "No one's fucked you in a while, have they, darling? You lie to me?"

Harry pulled himself out just a bit, watching where they connected as he felt himself slip back in. The tightness surrounding him made his eyes clamp shut. She felt incredible to him on every level that he couldn't think of anything else that moment.

It was dizzying.

"N-No, not like you— not like this," June muttered. The way that her hands gripped over the table in the tack room was almost pain to her fingertips. "You're so deep, fuck."

The sound of her voice elicits a response of his hips bucking into her, the rasp and grunt of June's voice painted a beautiful picture in his memory.

"You like me deep like that?" Harry licked over his lips, eyes moving down her body as he moved his leg to her thigh. "Pull this up on the table— go on," He urged, "it'll be good for you."

June felt the pat on her thigh, Harry's hands slid the remaining clothes down her legs to leave her completely free on the bottom. He pulled out for a moment to help her lift her leg, balancing herself as she felt suddenly empty without him filling her up.

Watching as she lifted her leg on the table, pushing herself up, Harry dropped to his knees as he took in what he saw. A certain hunger elicits his eyes as he grabbed onto the back of her thighs, spreading them apart. In an instant, she felt the spit on her already dripping cunt as his mouth attached to her almost like it was made for his lips to wrap around.

Her head drew back at the feeling of his mouth on her, the knot in her stomach was undoubtedly loosening as she felt the nudge of his tongue against her clit; the feeling of his nose gracing her. In the last twenty-four years, she had never been blessed with a partner that would have given her the opportunity to feel this way. She had never been with an older man before, either.

Maybe her innocence had been brushed away by the complete raging needs of his wandering hands.

Either way, she didn't know if she could get any better than this. The softness of his tongue with a stiff edge and control, the scruff of his upper lip taunting her as he spread her thighs further apart while his mouth took her from behind.

"Could ruin you in so many ways." Harry hummed, his tongue dripping from her arousal that coated it. "You want me to ruin you, doll?"

Her hair fell into her face as she nodded fervently, her hand pushing the locks away as she tried to catch a glimpse of him but leaned forward instead.

"Yes— I want you to ruin me, please." Her voice was a shy, timid tone but it held all of the power of her needs. He knew exactly what she needed, and he would gladly give her every bit of it.

Harry immediately felt the words go straight to his cock; the feeling of arousal only tempting him further and further. What was it about this girl that gave him such an issue? He hadn't always been so easy to please, but something about the way that she moved her hips, her small movements only made him want to be rougher.

A girl that didn't know what she wanted was always the best— it was the moment when she found exactly what she was looking for, but never knew how to express it that made him cum the hardest. Harry wanted to push every ounce of her until she was begging for it.

June lurched forward just a bit as he stood back up from his position, moving to enter her once again. The slickness of his spit mixed with her arousal created the perfect lubrication that guided his swiftly back into her.

Deeper this time— much deeper. He held onto her thighs, pushing his hips into her at a steadier rate as the soft hums of her whimpers started to go deeper and become significantly more adulterated versions of moans. He felt the way he slipped in and out of her like she had been made to pleasure him.

"Keep quiet," He urged, "You're going to get us into trouble if someone hears us."

"I want them to hear how good you're fucking me," She urged, a whimper coming out as he slowed his motions to tease her further. "Fucking me so good."

He leaned in a bit close to her ear, pulling back her neck as her body contorted to meet his needs. She was in his grasp, only moving in the way that he needed her to. His hand pulled at her throat; the coolness of his undone belt buckle was against her thigh as he pushed in completely to get as close to her as possible.

The moan that escaped her lips was cut short by the hand that cupped over her mouth, which only pushed her further.

"You're going to be quiet or I'm going to pull out, do you understand me?" His voice was deep, low, and cold as she shut her eyes to the sound of it. She felt the push of two of his fingers into her mouth, a surprise at first. "Brats get punished and I'm going to leave your little cunt wanting more if you don't listen."

June hadn't felt this way in years— there had never been a man to satisfy the needs that had been built up in this way. It really hadn't been that long since she hooked up with someone, but she had never felt this way in her entire life. She had never felt this full— this satisfied. It was extraordinarily rough— it was to the point where she hadn't ever known a pleasure like this before.

She couldn't have imagined this.

"You understand?" He says finally; she hadn't recognized that he had truly been waiting for a response before continuing. She had concluded that his pleasure was aided with being in charge. June couldn't understand the way that she became extremely, unbelievably pleasant for him. A few more thrusts pushed her to the brink of extraordinary delight before she dipped her head at the throbbing feeling between her legs.

"I understand— I do, I do, fuck– fuck." She whimpered out, unaware of the way that his thrusts had pushed on her enough that her muscles involuntarily ached as her orgasm became all the sudden wet— a solid gasp releasing her lips as she felt him pull out just at the feeling.

Harry's eyes darkened to a color of coal before he watched her inevitably drip down her own legs, the sight only causing his own mind to fall to a place of filth and absolute insanity. The gushing liquid was only a sight that he never thought he'd see like that– especially from her.

The innocent act was truly just an act.

"Jesus Christ," He commented under his breath, a bit taken by the sight. He choked back for a moment before he looks at the way he left her cunt dripping with need over the dark brown boots that had pushed her legs open. "So, fucking messy, aren't you?"

He watched the way that June's breathing heaved for a moment before he let his hand run down her spine— almost like she had been a bit surprised, like she hadn't expected her body to do anything like that.

Harry paused for a moment, watching to make sure that she was okay. Even in the rough moments, he watched to see if she seemed alright— his head tilting a bit as he hadn't heard anything else from her. A small coax from his hand on the small of back made him pause for a moment.

"Hey," He spoke quietly, "You're okay, doll, hm?"

June felt extremely exhausted already, almost like her body had started to fail her with how her legs trembled in this position. Her head turned back to look at him, a small nod coming from her without any words as she tried to find herself back in the moment.

It was an odd feeling in his chest as he started to feel an ache that went from extremely vile— filthy as he fucked this girl against the tack closet desk, to a sense of vulnerability that he made have started to push her a bit further than she was ready for. She didn't know it until her body was giving her pleasure that she hadn't felt before.

In an attempt to aid in some relief, especially to the legs that shook a bit more than a small foal, he pulled June back to a standing position. Her confusion on her face was obvious before Harry grabbed her by the waist to place her on the end of the desk instead. The skirt that had been pulled around her thighs had been pulled down completely.

"Get you off your legs so I can finish you off without you falling out on me," He told her with a sly smile, "Anyone ever made you feel this good?"

He watched the girl— completely wrecked with a face of pure softness. Her eyes were dazed, her attention stayed on him as he she shook her head. He felt better that she was conscious, even if he had taken practically everything from her.

"I can tell," He tells her softly before he tucks the hair out of her face, "Sorry you've been so deprived," Harry comments, "Would've done it for you sooner, if I would have known. Good thing I know now, hm? Won't let this happen again, angel, promise.

The feeling of their lips presses together as June grabs at her thigh so that Harry can move into the position between her legs once again. His tongue tastes like tobacco, a hint of the gum that he had been chewing.

Harry pressed the tip of his cock back into her to finish what he had started. His muscles ached in his abdomen as he felt himself tense at the feeling through a few more thrusts as he faced her now.

"Feels so, so good," June's words had whimpered out of her, a bit surprising at how quiet she had been and started to become even more so. "I-I'm— it's— fuck. Please, please more."

Harry's hands had made their way to her hips, making sure she had been pulled completely to the front of the desk so that he could feel her deeper. His vision moved down to the place where they connected; a hint of heat on the back of his neck as he thought of the moment more intrinsically.

"C'mon," He coaxed, their noses brush as he lets his forehead rest against hers. His breathing hitched for a moment as he felt her hand move to grab at his bicep. "C'mon, give me one more. You can do it."

His hips snapped further into her; June breathed into his mouth with a hot gasp as she screwed her eyes shut at the feeling of his cock nudging at a place that elicit such a firework of intensity that she hadn't ever felt before. It didn't matter how many college nights, bar hookups, serious relationships— none of those had the control that Harry had over her.

This was a feeling that he had crafted to ensure that the other person felt extraordinarily vulnerable and taken. She recognized that she wasn't the first, and certainly wouldn't be the last.

She was okay to just be his right now.

"Mm," She bit on her lip at the thought of what had caused her to be sent over the edge prior. She wanted to know what to ask for; she didn't know what she needed, but she was certainly going to try. "W-Want you to...to c-call me a slut," she said with a small voice, just heard between them. Her eyes had turned away from him with a sheepish-shy feeling. "Need it."

Harry paused for a moment before he let his hand move to underneath her chin, propping her up to look into his eyes. He needed her to say it to him— needed to see her embarrassed and shy, wanting him to treat her like a one-night rather than a forever.

"I only call it like it is," He tells her with a grin carved like a devil, "I just have to call you a slut so you drench my cock? Is that it?" He knew he had to push her further, get her to a place in her head where she felt sexy, where she felt loose to the point of unraveling. "Letting me fuck you in a little closet on your daddy's ranch— such a pretty little brat."

"Fuck me," She whined, knowing that her words would travel if she were any louder. "I-I'm gonna–"

"Do it." He coaxed.

Just at the sound of his words, he could feel the way that she unwound herself— simply, he didn't recognize that his words really did have the effect. His lips part as he watched her body fully shake with a convulsion the wetness coated his front with a small spray of her. Drenching his clothes and their boots as they sat with gasping breaths, he stared at the way that her pussy reacted to him, wondering how his words affected her so easily.

She was wrecked.

"That's such a good fucking girl," Harry told her softly, pressing himself back in, nodding fervently as he reassured her. Her cry was let out of the feeling of sensitivity that came after her explosive orgasm.

His hand placed on the back of her neck, pulling her forward a bit as he snapped his hips harder into her so that he could reach a place of pure euphoria. He couldn't begin to replay the actions of her pretended innocence, wondering if he would ever get to see anything like it agan. "Not going to last—fuck."

In an instant, his muscles tensed with an aching feeling that pushed his hips deeper into hers. Harry's lips placed themselves on her neck, kissing at the spots with a gentle softness—he knew what he had been in for in this intense, heated hook-up, but his cock had found a ferocious love for finishing inside of her all of the sudden.

It was all encompassing.

"Shit– shit." He hadn't even thought of the repercussions of not having the condom but needing to be careless for a few moments of time. He fell into her grip, holding onto her softly as he felt their breathing becoming less heavy.

June's legs were wrapped around his hips like an anchor, her head sat heavy on his shoulder as he mustered up the courage to pull away. He didn't really want to pull out completely, knowing it felt too good to let his cock feel the tight confines of her walls.

He slowly pulled his hips back, letting the mess fall out with him.

"Oh, fuck." He muttered under his breath, watching the display of a horribly sexual sight. One that someone would pay money to see. "I've never felt anything like that."

The way that she breathed against the wall, up on the table. Her eyes were shut as she held herself up and wondered if her choices had been worth it. She blinked a few times, almost like her body was now shutting down after the intensity of their passionate love affair.

Harry waited for her to respond to him, to look at him. He watched as her chest raised and lowered, knowing she was still breathing, but seemed to be missing from behind her eyes.

"Hey," He pulled her back from against the wall, whispering to her sweetly as he felt himself breathing a bit fast, too. "C'mon, doll, we should go clean up. I think we can sneak out the back."

Her movements felt heavy as Harry tried his best to bring her back to her feet. When he felt that she was steady enough, he let go of her to place his jeans and belt back into place, watching her shakily redress herself. The quietness of the small tack closet didn't hinder them, as Harry placed a kiss along her cheek before he let his hands fall on the doorknob.

"I'll go first and then you can follow me," He tells her, watching her nod in agreement. "Front door or back door?" He asks, in reference to the small guest house that June had been staying in. Her breathing had finally fallen into place. The desperation of need still on her eyes, which only excited him to get her back alone.

"Back." She tells him, quietly. Using her words wasn't so bad, but her legs became a bit unsteady, so she held onto the table behind her.

Before he opens the door, Harry gives her a quick once over. His eyes land on her lips before he steps forward to leave a kiss along her pout, letting her sink into him once again. The taste of her instantly feeds him as he groans into the feeling.

It was about time he found the feeling everyone told him he should be looking for. It was a myth for so long, but just in the way that he lips melted into his was enough to make to him blush. Her hands in his hair at the back of his neck, the feeling of her nails along his jaw settled his need for the moment before he pulled back and gave her another peck.

"Don't be too long," He told her, "Don't want to have to wrangle you back to me."

She smirked at his challenge as he opened the door to slip out. Her eyes shut at the way moved, closing the door behind him. A settled feeling in her chest only made her stumble back just a bit, letting herself rest on the table before she took in a solid breath.

Home had seemingly never felt so right.

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The Ranch Hand | cowboy!harry

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Your boyfriend, Jessie, sat down a bucket of beer on the table you were sitting at and pulled his stool up as you grabbed a cold one for yourself and twisted the cap off.

You didn’t know the band that was playing but they sounded pretty good, especially for a Friday night with a cold beer in your favorite little rowdy country bar.

Jessie hated the bar. He was more into cocktail joints with white tablecloths and live classical piano. The kind of place you had to dress up to go into. You didn’t blame him. He didn’t come from where you came from. You two had only a couple of things in common.

The first was that you were both from wealthy families. Your dad was a rancher and he owned half the county. You’d never hurt for anything. Jessie’s family ran the county and were all involved in politics. He went to some fancy school in a different state and only came back because his father wanted him to step into the role of prosecuting attorney.

The second thing you had in common was that you lived in the same town.

That was probably where your similarities ended. You liked Jessie. Mostly. He was usually pretty nice, if not boring, and your parents liked him so that was a plus. In fact, they set up your first date with him and it was easier to just keep things going to make your mom and dad happy.

“You look uncomfortable,” you spoke as you kept your eyes on the band and Jessie struggled to pull the metal cap from his bottle.

“I’m just… there’s peanut shells all over the floor and everyone’s staring at us.”

You laughed and shook your head. You were gonna have to break up with the guy. He couldn’t handle you and you knew that was the truth. He hated getting his hands dirty and even though he looked like he should be able to remove a bottle cap, it wasn’t the first time you had to do it for him.

Taking his beer you looked directly at him and twisted the cap off, dropping it to the floor before handing it back to him.

“I never drink beer. Not used to taking caps off…” he spoke as he took a sip. Shitty excuse.

You noticed that some of the workers from your dad’s ranch were in the bar. Probably causing trouble. The guys who worked for your dad could be rough around the edges but they were always nice to you. Just a bunch of cowboys looking to make ends meet. They all had a place to stay on the ranch at the bunkhouse provided and they were also paid pretty well. So on almost any given Friday and Saturday night, you could find some of them at the bar picking up local women, dancing, fighting, drinking…

This was your scene. This was what you enjoyed most. The rough and gritty. Salt of the earth. Phonies were quickly sniffed out in a place like this. It was why people were staring at Jessie.

You took another gulp of your beer and then you caught sight of one of the ranch hands already looking at you from across the room. Harry. He was very easy on the eyes. He’d been working at your dad’s ranch since he was 19. He’d earned a spot of trust with your father after all his years of hard work and now he had quite a lot of responsibility given to him. He had his own small cabin out of the way of the bunkhouse. He made a lot of financial decisions for your father as well. Negotiated prices for cattle sales, went to auctions to buy large equipment, handled the daily goings on of the newbie ranch hands, and did all the hiring and firing. But he also still worked his ass off. He’d pick up slack when the other workers needed help or couldn’t do the job. You imagined he was at the bar to keep the guys in line and make sure they didn’t land themselves in jail.

You and Harry were close from the beginning. You always went out of your way to meet every new worker that came on but Harry was a little different because he’d been around for almost ten years. You certainly favored him over all the others.

“Why’s he coming over here?” Jessie whined as Harry walked through the crowd with his eyes on you and a mischievous grin on his face. You just knew he was bout to do something to piss Jessie off, which was easy to do.

“Cause he’s comin’ to say hello.” You smiled at Harry as he tipped his cowboy hat to you, stepping between you and Jessie, and reaching in to grab a bottle of beer from the bucket your boyfriend bought.

“Uh, that’s ours,” Jessie sat up straight in his stool as he watched Harry uncap the bottle and take a swig, ignoring him completely, jade eyes still on yours.

Harry placed his elbow on the table and leaned in close to you, those handsome green eyes running over the features on your face, “Hi.”

You felt yourself heat up and kept your eyes on his, “Hi.”

You would have forgotten all about Jessie but then…

“Excuse me. Is this for real? That’s our beer,” Jessie reminded the cowboy.

Harry rolled his eyes and stood up with his hand on your shoulder, softly squeezing before he looked at your boyfriend, “Sorry about that bud,” and then he looked back down at you, “Okay if I have this, sweetheart?” He lifted the bottle of beer upward.

You nodded, “Of course you can have it, Harry.”

Harry’s grin widened as he took another drink and Jessie stood up to move in front of Harry. Maybe in an attempt to intimidate him? You weren’t sure exactly. But one thing you knew was that Harry would put Jessie down in the blink of an eye. Jessie wasn’t a small man but Harry was scrappy and liked to get dirty. Didn’t mind a scuffle when the moment called for it either. You’d seen him put a lot of men in their place.

“Next time you ask before you take.” Jessie pointed. You snickered to yourself. It was a good attempt at least.

Harry laughed and dragged his eyes down your body before he tipped his hat again and walked right into Jessie’s shoulder, making him stumble into the table. Harry looked back in faux surprise at Jessie and then at you with a wink before he went back to where he’d been before with the other guys.

Okay, so maybe Harry was a bit of a dick. But he’d never been rude to you. And you liked him, unfortunately for Jessie. Harry was not a fan of your boyfriends. He’d made that clear since Jessie started coming around four months ago.

“You just let him take a beer like that?” Jessie gestured toward where Harry had gone.

“I did. What’s the problem? I know this bucket wasn’t expensive so you’re not hurtin’ for the money.”

He took a deep breath and looked off toward where the cowboys were drinking, “Do you like him, Y/n?”

You pursed your lips to the side in thought as you watched people line dancing and stomping on the peanut-covered wood floors in their cowboy boots. Now you didn’t really need to think much about that question. Because you did like Harry, and he liked you the same. All the stolen kisses and sneaky moments you two had… it’s just that that could never happen out in the open. Your dad would never go for it and Harry might lose his job if your parents ever caught wind of anything happening between you two. So you’d always kept your distance because that was the most practical option.

But you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t like the man. Anyone with two eyes could see how handsome he was.

“Sure,” you shrugged and looked at Jessie.

“Like him, like him?” Jessie looked back toward you across the table.

“Why are you worried about it, Jes? Even if I did, it’s not a good match. My dad would kill him.”

He shook his head and watched the people on the floor dancing with their big, shiny belt buckles glistening under the shoddy lights, the strum of guitars, and a twangy voice singing an old Garth Brooks song.

You got up and waved when you saw your friend Chelle. She was among those dancing and you weren’t going to miss it, “You coming with me or not?” You looked back at the dud sitting on his stool with a scowl.

“Go on ahead. I’ll be right here.”

You rolled your eyes. There was only so much more you could take of Jessie. If he had even shown an ounce of something that looked like fun you might want to stick around longer. Hell, if he even would have just stood up to Harry about the way he had been very clearly flirting with you in front of him (rather than get so worked up over the beer Harry took) that could even be something for you to think about. But the man wouldn’t dance with you, he wouldn’t ride horses on the ranch, he wouldn’t go to rodeos, and he most certainly didn’t want to do anything that could sully up his nice clothes once in a while. Stepping over peanut shells was his limit. If it weren’t for your parents you’d never have considered him in the first place.

“Y/n!” Chelle pulled you in next to her and you began moving yourself in line in a weave; right, back, front… You always felt like an idiot when you joined in on line dancing but that was part of the fun. Everyone looked like hillbillies and idiots out there and it was a blast.

The music, the atmosphere, the raucous noise from everyone laughing, singing, shouting, stomping… your country girl roots were in full bloom that night. And beer after beer then a couple shots of whisky probably did you no good but you were going to enjoy your night with or without your boyfriend who did not move from the spot where you left him. Part of you, at one point, hoped he’d just go. He was uncomfortable and not having fun. You knew the only reason he was there was to keep an eye on you to make sure you didn’t do anything dumb.

And the later it got the more wild the bar became. More people filled in the small space, the music was louder, some of the lights at the edge of the room were dimmed, and the line for the bathroom grew longer.

“He gonna sit over there watching me all night?” You heard Harry from behind you as he moved in step, a bottle of beer in his big hand you noted as you turned to look up at him.

You laughed, “Probably. He’s jealous.”

Harry licked his pink lips and tampered what you knew was a big grin, “Oh yeah? Why’s he jealous?”

You both did a clumsy pivot turn together and you just smiled up at the handsome cowboy and shook your head.

There was no need to answer Harry. He knew what was going on. He knew you liked him just the same as he liked you. It had always been something secret between you two but it was obvious to almost everyone around. Except for your father. That was one time when you were both on your best behavior.

“Surprised you’re still here. Don’t you have an early morning tomorrow?” You asked.

He nodded, “Sure do. Just keeping an eye on everything going on here is all. I’ve got a responsibility for most of the people in this bar right now.”

“Oh yeah? All the guys seem to be doing okay. No one’s getting too crazy tonight it seems,” you looked around at the other workers, and most of them were two sheets to the wind but they were tame and having fun.

“Still my responsibility. Plus you’re still here.”

You grinned, “That I am. Figured I’d close the place down tonight.”

Harry laughed, “You usually do anyway. Always have been like one of the boys. Just as rowdy as the rest of us.”

You loved it when you got to talk to Harry. Loved how he looked at you and how he’d say your name. Loved how so many times you’d done just this and it felt exactly like what you wanted.

Another shot of whisky at the bar with Harry and you started to feel woozy. Your world was spinning but you were still having too much fun to call it a night.

“I should take you home,” Jessie appeared, taking you by your shoulders and pulling you away from Harry. For a short time, you’d forgotten he was still there.

“No, I think Harry’s gonna take me home.” You looked up at Harry.

“That’s right. Was just about to take her home.” Harry spoke as he stepped in closer to Jessie.

Jessie laughed and you felt his firm grip moving you away but you were too drunk to really put up any kind of fight.

“Nah, just stay here with the rest of the drunk cowboys. I got her.”

Harry followed you and Jessie out the front of the bar as Jessie opened up the passenger door of his nice car.

“You gonna be all right sweetheart?” Harry ducked down to ask you before Jessie could close the door – Harry blocking the space so he could look at you as he reached up for your face and softly turned your head to look at him.

You nodded, “It’s fine. I just need to go to bed.”

“That’s enough. She’s fine,” Jessie closed the door.

Your memory was only clear in bits and pieces as Jessie drove you home. You remembered him berating you for acting like a clown and then when he brought you to your room the memory of him kissing you and taking your hand to cup over his crotch was vivid. You remember telling him you had to go to sleep but he was angry at you. You could feel that too. You remembered his anger and how he shoved you down into your bed before he was hovered over you.

But then you remembered being on your knees in front of your toilet and expelling the contents of your stomach furiously. Jessie’s words rang in your ears about how you were gross and just as nasty as all the cowboys on the ranch. How he didn’t want to fuck you anyway when you were drunk.

You woke up on your bathroom floor and Jessie was long gone.

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Carolina (Part 1)

Summary: Her return to town sparks his interest, why hasn’t he seen her before? And does starting off on the wrong foot hide their attraction to each other?

Trope: Cowboy! H

Word count: 10.3k

Warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption.

The west coast.

A place that citizens fawn over and pay their life savings to visit, some even manage the tiredness of flights and its jet lag just to see a glamorized land that is actually worthless.

She asks herself the same question everyday: “ How did I end up here?”. And every day she comes up with a new answer. For a while she was able to blame the whole planet and the Milky Way but later, she swallowed the hard truth and accepted that her fate was nothing but an influence.

Today she chooses to not think about , it is time to go home and despite it being a short period, she has learned to savor it in a memory that she revisits every morning and night.

The road is half empty as her feet rest against the dashboard, she can feel the northern wind pulling her in ,the farther they get away from Washington.

Oh, what a feeling.

Her friend Maggy is driving, allowing her to enjoy the leisure of doing nothing but enjoying the view as they pass through towns then back to Highways.

According to her all roads will eventually lead home.

Home is a farfetched idea for where they are heading, she isn’t exactly visiting her land, but anyplace in the North is home. Wide fields that stretch for acres of land, the friendly faces that can make a stranger find their roots, the animals that become family members, the fresh air and hard-working citizens that know each other since childhood.

There are many things that she can say about the North but afraid of never stopping she closes her eyes and raises the volume of the radio allowing ‘Edge of Seventeen’ by Stevie Nicks to play loudly.

She heads every month or two to Maggy’s hometown Great Falls in Montana, they have been best friends ever since they can remember. Maggy’s father is an old family friend and despite there being a long distance between the two states but they never missed visiting each other.

When she suggested studying at a university in Washington, Maggy’s jaw dropped to the floor, no one expected her to take that decision. But to be fair neither did she, yet what was she supposed to do when she had a fear of never doing something in her life or being stuck in one place.

Everyone spoke of the west coast’s glory, she had to see it herself, at least she wouldn’t regret any decisions later on.That was two years ago, now she dreads every class and every day spent in Washington. Give her a horse to ride, or a goat to care for, perhaps a dog to play with. Some beer while watching the sunset and sitting on the freshly mown grass, her family preparing dinner while her father and uncle quarrel on who makes the best gravy.

She has a week to spend in Montana before returning to Washington, she will learn to hold on to it before getting her BA in Fine Arts and fleeing away from that godforsaken place.

She wishes she can visit her homeland but it would be a waste of time as her entire family follows her up to Montana whenever she is there, they bring home to her, what else can she ask for?

“Home sweet home baby!” Maggy cheers as her car steps into the town’s entrance.

It is almost 4 in the afternoon but the day is still long, no hour is gone to waste in the North. She quickly puts on her brown leather cowboy boots and urges Maggy to stop the car.

“Where are you going, they’re waiting for us!”

“You go using your car, I’d rather walk all the way.” She gives Maggy no time to object before putting on her cowboy hat and running into the Lopez’s corn field.

Her hair is swaying with the wind, it is caressing her skin and cleansing any toxicity that she gained from living in an unpleasant place. She knows the field well after all everyone here is like her neighbor. The sun is out and about, forming a thin layer of sweat on her uncovered skin.

A smile is stuck on her lips as she walks around nearing the end of the field, another walk would not be a good idea as it is dinner time but maybe she’ll return in the evening with Maggy.

She can see the house clearly and begins to head towards it before a sound catches her attention. It is a horse’s hooves clicking against the ground, as far as she knows the Lopez’s do not have any horses.

The corns are tall and high and she is unable to spot it, what if he’s alone or worse.. injured.

She has no time to look, but she knows how to observe so she listens intently but it keeps getting nearer and nearer and nea-

“Hey girl watch out.” A man screams at her as a warning from the horse he’s riding.

He is late to alarm her but she is quick at ducking rapidly before the horse neighs and stands on his two hind legs, the man on its back holds on to him immediately avoiding a dangerous fall.

“Are you out of your mind?! You could have killed me.” She shouts at him as she stands up, removing some of the soil scattered against her skin. Luckily, she is intact but the edge of a fallen leave did graze her skin.

“Well I’m not the one strolling around in a corn field when I know it’s the easier route for workers to take. With horses might I add!” He stepped off the horse, caressing him gently as he scolded the foolish girl in front of him.

“Oh I’m sorry, how about I check your schedule next time?” She answers in a sarcastic tone at the man who she has never seen before.

Would it be bad to ogle a stranger that almost killed her?

He is wearing a cowboy hat just like her but it’s black instead, paired with his leather boots and low waist denims. She is trying really hard to recognize him but her memory fails her. He is shirtless and his skin is covered in tattoos, his abs are toned and are shining under the Northern sun that reflects the thin layer of sweat over a butterfly tattoo. His jeans are not enough to cover his V line or the tattoos peaking from his hips.

His biceps flex with every stretched movement he makes to pet the horse, his entire arms are also filled with tattoos. She is astonished to see a tatted cowboy, but hey there’s a first for everything.

“Oh you think you’re funny girl. Would ya be laughing right now if you were dead?” His northern accent isn’t very thick, but it is enough to show his anger. He was about to check if she is okay physically before she snapped at him and acted almighty.

“Seriously since when do you ride horses in an open field just to take an easier route, when you know that someone might be passing by.” Her tone is making him more furious by the second along with not recognizing her.

“Do not get sassy with me girl, it’s what we agreed on with the acceptance of field owners, even the cows know that.” He scoffed proudly getting back on his horse and fixing his cowboy hat. The black stallion seems to have calmed down a bit and is ready to be on the move.

“Don’t go around trying to get yourself killed, I don’t have all day to watch clumsy girls.” He tipped his cowboy hat and sped off on his horse in the direction he came from.

She can feel herself boiling with anger, and her entire body is dirty from the soil and corn dust, her hair has leaves in it and her hat gained a mini hole. She doesn’t even know who the hell that guy is but she is sure of one thing and one thing only.

No one talks to her that way at home.

She managed to sneak from the back of the house and climb up to Maggy’s window using a ladder that’s always placed in their ranch. She knocked continuously until her freaked out friend opened with a shriek.

“Why are you using the window and what the hell happened to you?”. She helped her get inside and closed the window again.

“Maggy do you know a guy with tattoos?”

She did not care less if her friend is worried about her. She must know who he is.

“W-what? What are you talking about and why are you covered in soil!” Maggy grabbed a towel for her and sprinted to the bathroom to prepare her a bath.

“He’s like shirtless with a butterfly tattoo on his abs and he has a black stalli-“

“Harry Styles.”

“I was walking in the Lopez’s field and then he jumps up on me with his horse out of nowhere and when I shout at him, he acts all smug. Doesn’t even apologise! And apparently the fields are a short route now!” She rants furiously as she paces around the room, aggressively getting a change of clothes and her shampoo from her duffle bag.

Maggy finally calms down after panicking about her friend, now she holds back a laughter fit knowing how Harry is. “First of all I told you about that decision but you were too busy watching The Office and Harry is nice, he’s my childhood friend.”

“Nice is a huge misunderstanding. He thinks he’s so cool, at least offer a sorry?! And he implied that I’m dumb.” Her body relaxes immediately in the ice-cold tub and the Pumpkin bath bomb melts quickly taking away her problems as well.

“Yeah well that’s Harry but once you get to know him he’s really sweet.” Maggy props up her change of clothes nearby and gives her another bath bomb.

“Plus if he’s your childhood friend how come I don’t know him? He didn’t recognize me too.” It is evident that she will not let it go, she hates unexplained situations and the whole ordeal will probably stay on her mind for a while.

“He left before you and I met, it’s quite funny now that I think about it, they were in Tennessee and visited rarely, they came back a while ago. The Styles’ are not to be messed with.”

“I really couldn’t care less, you should’ve seen the way he looked at me. That man is a dick.” She was scrubbing away the soil from her body with a local made loofah. The sun was beginning to set, and the view from the bathroom window facing the tub helped her nerves to calm down.

“Babe, let’s see what’s up later yeah? I’m starving.” It was as if the family knew of Maggy’s suggestion. The two girls overheard the bickering from downstairs about the mashed potatoes and gravy.

She loves home a lot.

The dining table was filled with homemade meals that feel like heaven after long months of Cafeteria lunches. The bath put her at ease and the pumpkin scent lingered around her skin, bringing home closer to her. Maggy’s father and grandmother hugged her tightly like their own as they welcomed her presence in their house.

Soon enough the obnoxious man faded from her mind and she found herself surrounded with loving people that make her heart burst.

“Literally we kept chasing him for a whole hour, I wouldn’t have been surprised if we reached Carolina!” Teddy, Maggy’s brother was telling the story of when his horse escaped and worried everyone.

“Ugh it’d be a shame if he reached Carolina, I would have had to come down there and bring him myself!” She joked, making everyone let out a laughter fit.

“As if you never returned for sillier excuses before.” Teddy replied making her shrug her shoulders like an innocent girl.

“But to be fair, we couldn’t have gotten him without The Styles’ help.” She dropped her spoon at Teddy’s remark and suddenly the gravy was no longer delightful.

“The Styles’ huh? How come I don’t know about them.” She ignored Maggy’s leg bump and continued to question everyone, despite them being clueless.

“Well I’m surprised you don’t. They own half of Montana and Tennessee.” Maggy’s father answered her between mouthfuls of Turkey.

“Harry Styles was the one who helped me get back Ray. He’s the State’s most famous bachelor and cowboy. He kept chasing Ray and reached him before us, then risked his life by standing in front of him but somehow, he managed to tame him. He’s a very talented man.” Teddy gave her a brief rundown on Harry and the more she learns about him the more she gets irritated.

“Oh how I love that cheeky boy.” Maggy’s grandmother mumbled as everyone around the table agreed.

And he’s loved by everyone. Isn’t it just great?

As the sun began to set, she found herself sitting near the barn with a bottle of beer in her hand, the scarlet colour of the sky reflected in her eyes as she fixed her sight on the burning clouds, even the baby goat in her lap was gazing upwards in awe, the shadow of the sun casted an orange paint against her skin. Just the same as the pumpkin bath bomb melting in the bath tub.

Maggy joined her with an enthusiastic smile, that told her all she needs to know. “I’m guessing Tim invited you for a drink?” She smirked at her friend before taking a sip from her beer.

“Invited us, so C’mon missy get dressed, everyone will be there. Time to get some threads loose.” Tim was Maggy’s crush, and she can tell it goes both ways. His family owns the town’s bar so whenever she’s around, her friend drags her there and honestly it’s not so bad.

“Only if you give me the hat you got from Missoula, that asshole ruined mine.” Her hand caressed the baby goat on her lap that is now dozing off to sleep.

“Oh my god, you are unbelievable. Fine whatever get dressed now.” Maggy groaned at her friend’s cheekiness as she knows that she’s after that hat.

“Oh what would I do without you!” She shouted to Maggy who was heading inside the house, her cheek got a bit sore from smiling and she gently wrapped the lamb in her arms, placing him inside before sipping the last drop from her bottle, thinking about what suits that amazing hat.

The Miller’s bar was packed just the right amount for her, she was able to spot friends and neighbours, familiar faces that put her at ease as she greets Tim. The smell of Whisky was lingering in the air, and the choice of songs was tasteful. She did not need guidance nor Maggy’s company, maybe she would’ve if they were back in Washington, but it is different here.

She got another beer bottle and conversed with an old friend as she stood in a corner, it could be just her tipsy mind or her confidence, but she can see how the girl is eyeing her up and down in a seductive way, and she knows exactly why.

She wore beige shorts that suit her tan and give her booty some acknowledgment along with her favourite white tank top that sits above a lace bralette, holding her cleavage perfectly. Her collarbone was prominent, and she smelled of pumpkins. Perhaps the hat is playing a role as well.

She decided to make a move after the girl got dangerously close but instead a commotion nearby interrupted the moment, she groaned internally knowing that Tim has kindly asked of her to keep her eyes around even though nothing ever happens, but isn’t it just her luck?

The sounds were coming from the other side of the bar where the Miller’s installed an electric bull machine as a monument, but what they didn’t expect is the town’s infatuation with it and their constant use of it. Some even had contests with bets and money involved, all was harmless of course and she hoped that is the case now as she headed there.

A group was gathered in front of the machine, and laughter was echoing around the room. She gently passed between them expecting a worst-case scenario and was instead met with the worst person.

The same man who embarrassed her in the field today and posed a risk to her physical safety was in front of her in all his glory, he was still in the same attire and shirtless, but he seems to have washed up and spent some time getting himself tipsy.

There doesn’t seem to be a contest but somehow he got everyone to gather around him and fix their attention on him. He was riding the bull at the highest speed, something that only real professionals can do, he is not completely conscious as well, no one is at a night in Montana.

His system seemed to work well as he acted the same way a non-tipsy man would. His ring clad hands were not holding on to the rope provided by the machine, instead his thin waist moved around along with the thrust of his hips as he stretched his arms wide as an affirmation and demand for the group to cheer.

Only insane people would not hold on to safety ropes at a high speed, but after her encounter with him, she’s not so sure she’ll ever consider him as sane. No one even acknowledged her presence despite being the princess of the town, not a glance in her direction.

His head was thrown back as he urged on the cheering more, his fingers were flexing in demand to raise the tone higher with a sly smirk on his face. One of the girls in the crowd threw a cowboy hat at him that he caught and placed smoothly on his head.

His continuous rutting against the machine, and hips’ roll allowed a boner to appear, and everyone cheered for him even more, his jeans tightened around his thighs due to the amount of weight and pressure he’s placing on his legs in order to balance.

He spotted her in the crowd, and she could’ve sworn that his smirk got bigger, he winked at her the first time, and when she crossed her arms over her chest with an angry expression on her face, he pointed at her and shouted.

“Hey clumsy girl, you should be careful from this bull coming alive and walking over you.” He was making an effort to speak, his voice overpowered by the music made a vein appear in his neck as he shouted loudly.

Despite no one knowing what he means, they laughed thinking it was some sort of joke which made her even angrier, she did not care anymore if the machine was on high speed or if it will actually come to life, she made her way near it and cut off its source of power.

He stumbled forward due to the sudden stop, and everyone murmured and went silent. He was caught off guard with her act, yet he raised his fist up in the air as his way of controlling the cheering that resumed.

He stepped off the bull smoothly and strolled in her direction, and she could see how tall he is, the cowboy hat was still on his head, with some of his curls peaking from beneath it.

“An eye for an eye girl? Fair. I’ll go find another riding activity.” He winked for the second time in a night, and the longer he stands in front of her the more she feels her blood boil.

“Yeah? I’m guessing you have a kink for throwing people off the bed.” She smirked back at him grabbing a new beer bottle.

“Only if they beg for it.” He leaned in and whispered in her ear, taking the bottle from her and having a long sip down his throat, before placing it back in her hand and walking away with a lazy stroll.

This is going to be a long week for her.

The field work waits for no one, ranchers are up from dawn ready for another day consisting of herding, saddling up the horses, checking on machinery, filling up hay wagons along with countless tasks that are no obstacle against Montana’s mighty cowboys.

There are days where the temperature rises rapidly bringing with it an unbearable heat, the same heat that distinguishes these beloved towns from other parts of the country.

She awoke with a fuzzy brain, having no energy to be angry or employ any type of emotion, today her parents would arrive and not being concentrated is the last thing she wants to be.

A simple breakfast skillet made her feel full and got her mind off things she doesn’t want to think about. She’s glad to have brought her sketching kit with her, so she tip toed around Maggy’s bedroom and fetched what she needed before heading out to the ranch.

The sunrise was a scene that she loved to sketch, a never old drawing that she will stack along with the other sunrise paintings she’s done before. And so she begins mixing all the colours varying from scarlet, fiery red, orange, golden yellow, baby blue, and a subtle white that only the delicate eye can catch.

She can’t tell for how long she sat down in front of her sketch; it could’ve been hours or an eternity, but what’s important is that she managed to lose herself in her art like she always did.

Teddy surprised her from behind making her yelp and clutch her hand at her chest, the young boy fell into a laughter fit as she gently pushed him around for scaring her.

“Can you pretty please help us?” He asked of her after calming down and wiping his tears that resulted from his intense laughter.

“You don’t deserve my help for what you did but maybe you can ask”. She rolled her eyes at him in a dramatic way sending a sly smile that tells him about her payback for his prank soon.

“It’s your vacation, so nothing serious. Take Ray and patrol the field, we’ve been experiencing burglars’ shit from out of town. They’ll just escape if they saw someone out there.” She nodded and packed up her kit, giving it to Teddy who was making funny faces at her.

She saddled up Ray and prepared a basket to pick some fresh onions and potatoes, she had planted them herself the last time she was here, and she believes it is time to see how pretty they have become.

The cowboy hat she ‘stole’ from Maggy is shielding her from the scorching heat that she does not mind. She’s a northern girl after all. On the way she hums a melody her mother used to sing for her back when she was a kid, it soothes her and has become another one of her distraction methods.

Ray appeared to be calm and she began to wonder what idiot Teddy did to let him escape a while ago, but if she thinks about it a bit more, her mind will take her to the man who rescued Ray so she begins humming again.

The field is quiet with no companion but the whistle of the wind, the torment of the sun and the steady soil beneath her. Her task is pretty easy compared to what she has done before so she continues patrolling, occasionally patting Ray’s back who seems to be enjoying their little walk.

She closes her eyes for a moment and allows the northern wind to consume her as she breathes in the scent of home coming from Carolina.

Harry had his head tipped back and eyes set towards the blue sky, it was an attempt at easing his hangover that he now regrets deeply. He is a responsible man, never late for work, and never reckless in matters related to his cowboy life outside of entertainment. He was by no means allowed to taint his family name.

What he did yesterday was nothing but some fun after a working day, his friends had lured him inside that bar when he knew damn well that he should be at home preparing for the day he is about to endure.

He loved a drink or two occasionally, but he loved the crowd and attention even more. Harry Styles is a sucker for the praise and acknowledgment of his neighbours, as well as tourists and strangers that he’ll never see again.

Speaking of strangers, her face has been stuck in his mind ever since he laid his eyes upon her soil covered body after their little incident. She felt like a force, making his way into his daily life, with no intentions but to lay in his daydreams and he’s not so fond of the idea.

Seeing her at the bar may have sobered him a bit, that pout on her lips and the dangerous anger reeking off her gorgeous body. Her boldness and fierceness made him light up on fire, he is yet to know who she is, but he must find out soon.

He sighs and balances his feet against the ground then remembers that his work today is in Maggy’s family field. Yesterday the girl was heading towards their house, it’s a long shot but he pushes it to the front of his mind and begins working.

The Northern sun provides no mercy, it penetrates one’s skin, passing through the blood vessels to sicken and weaken the body. How cursed is the sun but how pretty it shines. The residents of Montana welcomed it like their own, but Harry Styles was a different story. It is not evident whether he challenges the sun or loves it, perhaps both.

His Greek God like physique stood proudly against the temperature, salty sweat trickling down his always half naked body. His blessing of muscled biceps contracting with every push of his shovel or grip to the rope. He walks gracefully with his manly hands placed on his bony hips, examining the towns’ fields, any work done would require the strong clenching of his thick abs that feel like stone when pressed on. If you are lucky you’ll observe his back muscles that call for you to touch on.

The sun does not take it easy on him, in fact it envies him for his good looks but when it paints him with sweat, it helps him appear prettier, more angelic, it aids him to be known as Montana’s best cowboy. After all even the sun isn’t immune to his charm.

He wiped the sweat that was already forming on his forehead and took a large gulp of water that trickled from the corners of his mouth down to his collarbone and toned midsection. He could see a figure from afar on a horse, and he rubbed his eyes to make sure it is not his hangover playing games on him.

It was that mysterious stranger.

She was on the back of a familiar horse, her figure perfectly shaped as she guided the horse around. She wore a plaid blue flannel with a tank top beneath it and skimpy shorts revealing her toned legs that dangled perfectly.

He was not ashamed to look at her, he knows for a fact how she ogled him yesterday and he wishes for it to happen again but for now he enjoys gazing at her intently.

She steps off the horse and takes off her shirt, allowing the pretty combination of her bony collarbone and strong arms to appear, the cowboy hat she has on shields her long shiny hair, and her shorts hold her curves in perfect ways that he might crawl to her for worshipping purposes.

She begins to pick a variety of vegetables as she kneels, and Harry could’ve sworn that the sun was reflecting golden rays on her perfect skin making an angelic light surround her figure. Her position had him in a chokehold, it showed her feminine beauty that he was a sucker for. With a certain bend, he was able to catch her lower back dimples that he would die for.

Harry considers himself to be a sensual person, he loves details about every human’s physique whether it be any form they have, he will delve into its beauty and savour it for his dreams that he visits often.

It didn’t take long for her to notice his presence, she was a clever girl after all, and if not for the familiarity of his face she might’ve mistaken him for an intruder.

It seems that luck is not on her side, as she dreads the sight of a man that appears in every corner she walks in. He was away from her by a good distance yet near enough to see his act.

His smirk was shameless as he lazily walked around preparing his kit for work. He was fixing the fence and she can point out some details that will make any man or woman go crazy.

He has his right leg bent upwards against the base of the fence, his cowboy hat is different and seems brand new, with every bang of his hammer she notes the contraction of his biceps and clenching of abs. His rear form is not something that she expected to stare at, but there she was, eyeing a man that is like a forbidden apple to her pride.

He suddenly takes off his hat and for the first time she notices his chocolate curls now drenched from moist and humidity, he tips his head backwards , allowing his Adam’s apple to show.

He then brings both of his arms together and stretches them above his head, she can spot every outline of his muscles, almost feel their thickness, as the sun hugs his godly physique.

Veins along his neck and forearms become prominent with every flex he makes before picking up his hammer again and effortlessly fix the fence in a short period of time.

She managed to collect the vegetables she wanted but not without a quick subtle glance to him every moment, neither did he avoid gazing at her figure.

He dug an area of the field with his personal shovel, and she kept staring at him for a good amount of time before realising that she can watch him work all day in the field just to see the effect of his hard labour on his athletic body.

Who knew a hammer and a shovel can play with one’s hormones.

A shout nearby and the rush of hooves in the field alarmed both of them, he immediately jogged to check out the source, but she appeared to be rather unbothered, happy even.

She mindlessly ran towards a man on a horse before catching up to him as he quickly stepped off and lifted her up in the air. Harry suddenly stopped in his tracks realising that there is no threat at all, and it is only a relative of hers.

But upon another glance, he squinted his eyes and fixed his hands on his hips with an attempt at recognising the stranger. Memories came back to him abruptly, and the more he stared the more he got closer to revealing the mystery girl.

The man spotted Harry and waved, before shouting for him.

“Oi Styles! Come over here. How’s your old man.” The voice of the man brought him back to years ago as he suddenly realised why the girl’s features are familiar to him.

“A Carolina Princess, well I’ll be damned.” He whispered under his breath with a chuckle and passed his tongue on his teeth before approaching his father’s childhood friend.

Her laughter has exceeded the normal limit of a human being, she was above the clouds and on a different energy level than anyone around her. Her parents were home and that was all she needed.

She was sitting in the passenger seat next to her dad who was driving and telling her all about her home. She doesn’t get to see them that often, she feels a piece of her getting restored as he fills her in on everything she has missed.

In her lap lies a bouquet of Blue Stars flowers picked from her garden back in her hometown. It is her favourite type of flowers, one that she adored ever since she was able to differentiate colours and count numbers.

Harry sits in the backseat of her father’s truck upon a heated insistence. For the first time in over a day, she managed to flee away from the web of tangled thoughts surrounding a green eyed cowboy, it didn’t matter if he was right behind her.

Now the roles were reversed and a web in his mind began to form.

He expected everything of her to be but the daughter of a family friend, her face was so familiar yet so far from his knowledge. Her father hugged him like he was his own, and asked of him to ride with them despite not having his work done.

He couldn’t say no, not when it means he can find out more about her, so he eagerly packed up his kit and situated himself behind her.

The enthusiasm on her face when she received the Blue Stars bouquet was priceless. She matched the energy of a little kid, an adorable innocence but deadly stubbornness.

His family left Montana when he was five, what he remembers is nothing but glimpses that he sometimes stretches in front of him for a hint of his past life that he didn’t savour enough.

He mapped his entire brain, recalled Maggy and her family, dinner nights and bull riding contests, barbeque Sundays and Fairs. But her? He remembered her father, and his friendships with the family, almost an unbreakable bond. But no matter how hard he searched, he couldn’t catch a blue star.

Instead of his keenness on going back, he focuses on the present moment and he’s pretty sure he looks like an idiot or a creep even as his eyes never once leave her figure.

Her head was angled towards her dad who was chatting her all the way, she has a dimple on her right cheek that only appeared if she laughed hard. Her hand cups her mouth whenever her laughter gets too loud, and she doesn’t seem to mind the tears that come with it.

He has never seen someone so infatuated with flowers, her eyes lit up like she was offered the whole world, and she kept asking if the bouquet was from Carolina, smiling even more upon the confirmation.

If for a moment the conversation gets lost, she fixates on the road ahead of her and sways left to right gently with the song on the radio that she has never heard of.

He was praying for her father to not question him so that he can sneakily continue studying her in every way. But after checking on his daughter, Harry assumed that he’d talk to him.

“Son, hope we are not ignoring you there. How’s your pops?” Her father spoke as he looked to Harry through the mirror.

His jaw twitched upon her frown and face drop when the spotlight turned to him, she seems to have remembered his existence and for once in his life Harry wanted to be invisible.

“He’s doing great but he misses your contest nights.” He put on a daring smile and restored his charming demeanour.

“Oh boy he better be ready for me then.” Her dad chuckled and began speaking of old times as Harry hummed back to not appear disrespectful, but in fact his green orbs were set on hers that glared back at him through the car side mirror.

Her father and his greeted each other like little kids, it was evident that their bond was strong, and she was gazing in awe at their relationship. On the road, she wiped Harry’s existence so she can delight in her father’s arrival.

No one was able to notice that something was wrong, but they do know that she and Harry are strangers, so what they thought were doing to introduce them to each other was in reality her worst nightmare.

“Hey son, forget about the fence I have a hay delivery from Mr.Lanny , why don’t you pick it up with the lovely girl?” Harry’s father Luke pointed at her, as her own father Eddie agreed with a shrug.

“Go with him sweetie and have fun, I know you like road trips. Mr.Lanny has cats too. When you come back your mother will be here.” Her father kissed her temple and guided her to the truck.

She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded before hesitantly getting in the passenger seat. Harry’s cologne filled the truck as he entered, and she hoped this ride won’t cause her a headache. She was not in the mood for his cheekiness and high ego.

“Hold on Blue Star, or the truck will make you fall out the window.” He grinned at her as he turned on the ignition making the engine roar.

“Shove your jokes up your ass.” She gritted through her teeth as she looked forward. ‘Your nicely shaped ass’ she thought. He turned on KISS’s music and drove off in a rush as she tried to ignore the way his hands look on the steering wheel.

It was no wonder that she loved road trips, she felt as if they rejuvenate her soul whether it be with the company of the night breeze or the day’s sun.

But hard was her attempt to hide the discomfort oozing from her body, not when he was sitting next to her. What she didn’t know as well is that the place they’re headed to is 45 minutes away, so that’s a hour and a half in the car with the unfathomable Harry Styles.

“You’re too quiet Carolina.” He rasped making her shiver at his deep voice.

“Carolina?” she inquired, feeling quite irritated at the idea of him knowing things about her as simple as her hometown.

“I reckoned you didn’t like clumsy girl so Carolina it is. “He fiddled with a key chain that dangled smoothly between his fingers, hitting his cross tattoo.

“Do you like the cross tattoo on my hand? Some have considered it a necklace bef-“

“Can you stop being annoying for one second. The world does not revolve around you.” She groaned and closed her eyes before pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Actually when I was born the stars-

“Bloody boots I mean it.” She shouted at him and that only made him smirk more as he lifted his hands up in the air like an innocent man.

He chuckled softly before changing the song to ‘Uptown Girl’ by Billy Joel and pulling the window down fully, he continued to spread his legs with one hand mindlessly placed against the steering wheel while the other one was resting on his cowboy hat.

She tried to have subtle glances on details to enjoy. His hat had a ‘Styles’ embroidered on its front and a cross necklace was dangling against his pumped tatted chest. For once in her life she was attracted physically to someone that made her blood boil.

“What brought you here?” He tried to start a conversation knowing that he can’t fathom her silence, he wanted to see her lips move.

“I have a week off from university and it’s a necessity for me to come.” She answers formally with her gaze set on the road.

“Why not Carolina then?” He drums his fingers on the steering wheel as he watches her intently.

“It’s farther than here so that’s two days less from my vacation, besides Maggy is here and all of my family in Carolina comes down to see me.” She ties her hair feeling irritated from it pricking her eyes and he can’t take his sight off her as she styles it into a ponytail.

He can see how she left her plaid flannel in the field as well as the basket and Ray that Teddy will come after. She is left in a tight tank top that is showing her perfect cleavage.

“And you? I heard that you’re from Tennessee.” She caught him off guard as he wasn’t expecting her to actually make small talk with him and thankfully his eyes had shifted from her gorgeous form.

“True I am. We have family business here; I stalled and had some fun in Tennessee before moving here a while ago.” She was now looking at him and not the road and he felt like he scored a victory.

“What are you studying Blue Star?” He kept inquiring as they both tried to not stare at each other.

“Fine Arts in Washington, I love drawing and painting, and you Montana?” Her energy shifted to match his playfulness and he felt like he was back in the game.

“Well well Carolina, we’re both in the art field. I occasionally teach Music at Montana’s elementary and I sing for fun in some events.” He reached a turn and controlled the steering wheel with the edge of his right palm making her unconsciously clench her thighs, as this exact move is her weak spot.

“Maybe I’ll listen to you sometime if you’re not sitting on my nerves.”

“Ehhh, teasing is like my second job.” He mumbled before sending her a wink and holding eye contact with her.

“I have no idea how everyone loves you in this town.”

“Stare a bit more and you’ll figure it out.” He made a devilish grin as she gazed at his face, specially at his emerald irises that change colour upon the contact with the scarlet sun that’s setting.

Little does he know that she’s been trying to find this exact shade of green ever since she began her degree and now under the Montana sun, the company of Billy Joel and an intriguing man she found her inspiration.

“You need to be humbled Harry.” She laughed letting her arm dangle from the window as the wind allowed her to catch a whiff of his tobacco vanilla cologne, and she tried not to squirm around in the seat.

“Have a shot at it Carolina Princess”. He reached his hand to move some of the fallen hair strands on her face, his hand felt so soft yet so cold from his giant rings.

“Now I better not hear your voice, let me enjoy the road.” She kicked her feet on the dashboard with no care if he minds or not, and placed her hat on her face to shield her from the scorching sun.

“What if you’ll have to shut me up.”

“By all means necessary Montana.”

He groaned lowly trying not to show his visible attraction to her, the sexual tension in the car was thick whether it be her ignoring the wetness pooling in her shorts or him who’s regulating his breath to avoid an embarrassing teenage boner.

Her father Eddie was right, Mr.Lanny does have cats. He greeted her with a handshake, immediately knowing who she was as she’s ‘a copy of her father’. She left Harry to do his business and had some playtime with the cats.

Although the kittens were adorable, she didn’t want to miss the chance of checking out the area, so she placed the little munchkins back in their crib and stepped out to the ranch.

What she saw wasn’t what she was expecting, but it was enough to take the sun’s role making her whole body heat up.

Harry was on the top of a stacked hay pyramid; he was already tall as it is but now he looks like a model agencies would fight for. If that was even possible, it seemed as if his abs became more prominent upon the torture of labour and the northern sun.

She swallowed down her throat and watched as he threw heavy stacks of hay in the back of his truck like they weighed nothing. His entire body flexed together in sync, from the veins in his neck, to the tightening in his thighs and from the contraction of his biceps to his back muscles that can be studied.

He pulled out a cloth from his pocket and wiped the sweat from his face with it. There were two options for her: either stare at him like a weirdo (she wouldn’t mind) or help him so they return home faster. So she fixed her hair into a bun and headed towards the hay pyramid.

The next 24 hours were a blur.

After Harry drove them back to town she immediately left his car without a goodbye as she ran to greet her mother, and stacks upon stacks of hay were waiting for him to be delivered.

He didn’t see her for the rest of the day but that didn’t stop her from visiting his dreams, the only place he can feel the delight of life in and now that she’s a character, he may never leave.

When he woke up in the morning he had prepared himself for an encounter with her, but when he moved around town with work all day and didn’t spot her he felt a certain kind of disappointment that made him anxious.

He even took a different route near Maggy’s field just for the odds of bumping into her and even that didn’t work out.

But would it change things for him if he knew that she was like a buzzing bee all day having not seen him?

It wasn’t until she entered the house that she realised how she abandoned him without a goodbye, she was too excited to see her mother that she disrespected his presence.

He seemed to have improved a little bit personality wise, although being full of himself was his entire job but he had some nice things as well. On the way back he insisted on buying her a sandwich with a soft drink, and he came back with a shirt having ‘Carolina Swag’ printed on it.

‘You can now walk around and let everyone know that you’re a Carolina Princess’. He chuckled as he took a long sip from his own drink.

“Now it’s only fair I get you something but I’m not sure anyone sells a ‘I’m a dick’ shirts”. She laughed at him with her legs dangling from the window.

”Ehhh just get me a ‘ Big dick is back in town’ shirt.”

Maggy’s whole house was buzzing with people; members of the family on both her and Maggy’s side as they prepared a huge lunch. But peeling potatoes or feeding the baby lambs seemed to be hard as her mind refused to let go of him, so much that she imagined her sketchbook whispering for her to draw him, his eyes, his body and everything that she saw.

She knew that Harry wasn’t invited to the lunch, she began having thoughts about going down to the bar in hopes of seeing him, but it seemed silly even for her.

Since when does she hang so much hope for a guy that does nothing but tease her.

Maggy could tell something was off, but she didn’t question anything nor the bar incident two days ago, but she knows her friend and knows Harry as well. She can tell how they fit like a piece of puzzle. It is said that opposites attract but both of them are ever changing like tides and Maggy knows well that each of their alterations are equal to the other.

A bonfire night in the North was a tradition that dates back to her grandfather’s generation, there are some things that have changed including her longing for the Carolina bonfires which she cannot attend now.

If you ask her she’d blush as she knows well that she isn’t invited, but how bad could her presence be?

She doesn’t consider herself to be an intruder, but she is not one to miss fun as well. Maggy has been talking her ear off non stop about it, and she thought why spend the night in when she can crash a party.

Technically she wasn’t being rude or disrespectful. Everyone knew everyone in town, she wonders who the party is for and if he is there. She’s been getting a continuous flow of thoughts about him.

What he does in a day when he isn’t working, how his nights are, the other side of his personality. Would he continue his playfulness with her or shift onto something else. She can feel her regret readying itself to come out if she doesn’t go. Better be safe than sorry.

She acted as if it was her first time going out, taking extra time in front of the mirror, attempting to apply some makeup despite having no expertise in it, and rummaging through everyone’s closets till she decided on a white sundress, slightly above her knees. Maggy let out a sigh and recreated a drama scene having restored her cowboy hat.

“My mom’s will look better since I have matching boots.” She mumbled as Maggy made victory dance moves as a form of an inside joke.

Even the whole family could see her enthusiasm that was a bit out of hand, usually she’d be happy to stay in and be cocooned in the cosiness of the northern home, playing with her cousins and telling stories.

She and Maggy agreed to go on foot, knowing that they may be tipsy on the way back. But they didn’t give it further thought, as the town is safe and secure day and night.

It wasn’t far as they can spot the fire, but to her surprise it was in Harry’s own field. She confidently made her way through the grass with Maggy behind her and she can see how everyone turned their heads upon her far figure that is slowly approaching.

“Good evening ladies and Gentlemen.” She smiled in a nonchalant way noticing Harry’s change of body language when she arrived.

She can spot a few familiar faces that she isn’t too close with but can recognise, a girl was sitting next to Harry and laying her body against him.

“Hello Carolina.” He winked at her and motioned to a seat facing him seeing as the ones next to him were occupied.

“And who exactly are you?” The girl next to him mocked as she became too self-aware of Harry’s plastered grin.

“Do I know you?” She replied with a friendly smile, making the girl frown and turn red.

“You’re seriously asking who Carolina is?” Harry replied to the girl without once looking at her. His gaze was set on the Carolina Princess, and the sight of fire reflecting on her bare legs.

He didn’t want to make a fool out of himself and invite her, what if she didn’t want to come and then he’d be disappointed. He considers his ego to be quite delicate but broad.

Seeing how she is here tells him all he needs to know, even If he met her once he can see how she’d prefer being with her family right now. So why come to a bonfire with no invitation.

She indulged herself in a conversation Maggy was having with an old friend, as Harry continued to entertain the girl sitting next to him who was now brushing herself against him on purpose.

He was not sure of what he was thinking, why did he want to make her jealous when she was right in front of him?

He whispered nothings in the girl’s ear, things he can say out loud, but every once in a while he got the attention he wanted and he smirked knowingly.

Except that his fun didn’t last long as a guy sat next to Carolina and began chatting her, it was now obvious to the companion next to him who stomped her foot and left with a huff.

Harry watched the guy intently, he knew him well and he knows how much of a nice guy he is, he’s just her type and Harry felt his jaw twitch at the thought. The beer bottle in his hand was now empty as he consumed it quickly.

He lazily walked over to her side making both hers and the guy’s head turn upward.

“Hey man can you give us a minute? I want to talk with her” Harry rasped as he looked down at her unbothered figure, allowing his eyes to linger a bit on her collarbone and neck.

“Sure yeah.” The guy got up with a nod and smile making Harry sigh as it was a confirmation that his intentions were friendly.

“Did you actually think I didn’t notice your little glances.” She smirked as Harry situated himself next to her.

“I was hoping you would actually.” He whispered in a deep voice as he got himself dangerously close to her.

“Yeah?” she grinned at him.

“Uh huh.”

The fire was reflecting on both of their faces, and he couldn’t give two fucks if it he was being obvious, he needed to stare. Needed.

The dress hugged her body perfectly and the lily odour was reeking off her heavily that he wanted to bury his face in her neck.

Her neck that is adorned by a flower necklace that he will later on recall how it was a blue star, when he dreams about her.

Her legs stretched in front of her, made him realise that he was about to ask her if she wants to lay them on him. But maybe that was too straightforward even for him.

“I see that your little friend left, I hope I was not a bother.”

“She did? I didn’t notice.” He lied as he looked around pretending to look for the girl.

She rolled her eyes and laughed before bending her forearms backwards against the wooden seat. They both know how dangerously close they are but thankfully everyone seems to be preoccupied.

He is not shirtless, she noticed that. He is wearing a white flannel with a leather jacket adorning his muscles in every right way.

“You don’t have a drink in your hand, why so?” He asked as he pointed for the box of random drinks.

“Not feeling it honestly.” Her position and the way her arms are stretched backwards made her cleavage more prominent and Harry was about to choke on his beer.

“You know, down on the west coast they got a sayin’ , if you’re not drinking then you’re not playing. You should know all about it.” He grinned at her trying to take in all of her expressions.

“Fuck the west coast.” She rolled her eyes in a dramatic way.

“Hmm why so? You’re studying there.” He inquired.

“I just do not belong to that area, i’m a Northern girl.” She shrugged cutting her answer short.

“I reckon that you’re not staying there after the graduation?” He was leading the conversation somewhere unknown, why does he care where she’ll live or what she’ll do?

“Definitely not. The last time I was in Carolina my Nana said that I better swim before I drown” she smiled covering her face from embarrassment.

The fire was crackling and the conversation of other people died around them as they delighted in each other’s company, and tiny secrets. She found out shocking things about Montana’s beloved boy and he the same , where her traits were taken in as perfection.

“She’s right, Carolina is like no other.” Any information he had on Carolina, was being pushed to the front of his brain. Anything to impress Blue Star.

“Yeah? What do you know about it? Actually it’s a bit far from Montana but you remind me of home.” Her smile was genuine and the corners of her mouth were stretching with every word. Her soft hair cascaded on her face and the despite the fire that’s lit next to them, shivers and goosebumps went through their bodies.

“I remind you of home?” He felt his heart flutter at her words even though he’s not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad one, but at least it means he’s been on her mind.

“Hmm I feel so far away and I can’t always visit, it’s frustrating. But you’re like that distant memory one goes back to for a hint of Nostalgia, it’s kind of hard to decode.” An expression of interest covered her face, as if she was explaining some sort of mathematical equation to him and not a complicated feeling.

“I do know that, your face feels distant yet familiar too.” He muttered then immediately continued rearing the end of their conversation.

“When my pops used to take me to Carolina, we’d stop by an ice cream shop, his name was Uncle Pe-“

“Uncle Peter?!” She cut him off in excitement and playfully gripped his bicep upon his confirmation.

He has never seen someone get excited this much for an ice cream shop, but again no one ever told him that he reminded them of home or made him feel like wanting to be attached to their hip all day long.

“There’s no way.. I- , that was like my childhood shop. I escaped classes in middle school once to spend an afternoon there and eat the Uncle Peter’s special flavour.” She had her hand on his as she excitedly told him about her childhood. Her laughter was echoing without a care to anyone around them.

“Was it the Vanilla strawberry cheesecake?!” Harry’s eyes gleamed with hope.

“Yes!!” They both held on to each other from the amount of laughing they let out.

“You know you’re such a –“ he stopped mid sentence with his rosy lips parted.

“A what Harry?” She whispered as she shamelessly stared at his mouth.

A true Blue star and I don’t want to sound like a creep but we would’ve met even if both of us didn’t return here at the same time.

“Nothing. Erm would you like a beer?” He cleared his throat and got up to grab a bottle.

“Yeah why not? For the west coast I guess.” She made herself more comfortable and kicked off her boots, trying not to think about what he was about to say.

“Sure for the shitty west coast.”

They stayed up till 1 in the morning, sharing tales on everything and nothing, she told him why the North means a lot to her and why she is studying in Washington, her first pony and that one time she got mad at Maggy and cut her hair.

He listened intently, and If he could write them down he would. He didn’t care if he had work in the morning or if his eyelids were betraying him, he must listen.

He told her about the family business, about Tennessee and his passion for music, how the kids at school love it. But he tried not to share a lot, not because he’s a closed book but to allow her to indulge in the moment.

Gaze at her lips as they move, get a whiff of her lily scent when she gets too close, notice her expressions as she tells different stories and which one means the most. Listen to to her angelic voice and try not to coo when she says his name.

Her soft skin that’s touching his made it hard for him to not imagine her back against his chest at night, touching him however and whenever she pleases, yes he would, he would surrender his body to her.

After all his own body is betraying him with the need for her touch.

“I think I’ll just head home, it’s late.” He noted the soft blush in her cheeks that he wanted to kiss.

“Okay I’ll give you a ride.” He didn’t give her time to object before getting up and fishing his truck’s keys from his pockets.

She followed him after letting her friend know where she’s headed and saw him waiting patiently in the car.

The road home took almost ten minutes, in which he playfully teased her grand entrance to the bonfire.

“It’s not like you minded my presence.” Her feet were yet again kicked up against the dashboard.

“Maybe, maybe not.” He let out a lie that none of them believed.

When they reached the front porch of her house, she straightened her posture and grabbed her purse from the backseat, he had his sight fixed on her as she thanked him and reached for the truck door.

“Hey Carolina?” she looked back at him before he gently reached for her chin, and brought it closer to his face, their breaths were heavy as they both had their eyes fixed on their lips.

His mouth hovered over hers, as his brain was already savouring the small details like the curve of her upper lip and her minted breath.

The front porch suddenly lit up with several lamps making both of them jolt backward in shock and confusion.

“Hey Styles , My boy!” her dad shouted and waved for Harry who was cursing himself for stalling the kiss.

He looked at her shocked figure who smiled almost immediately offering him a toothy grin, as she stepped out of the car sending him a flying kiss.

And for the first time, she winked before him.

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A/n: Part 2 will be posted this week and it’s very very steamy…🥵🥴 Please send asks or comment to give me your opinion xx

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multifandomworldsposts · 6 months

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Day 20 of Kinktober: Being Mr. Styles’ Favorite Prostitute

pairing: Cowboy!Harry Styles x Prostitute!fem reader

warning: unprotected sex, prostitution, harry giving reader hickeys

Y/N’s POV

Every woman wanted him, every man wanted to be him, Mr. Styles was the most fucking handsome man in our town. I think he won’t want me, I’m a prostitute, people harass me, doesn’t care about me, and doesn’t even want me to be in any building we have in our town except my house and this saloon that a lot of prostitutes were in.

One night, Mr. Styles came in the saloon and once again, every woman threw themselves at him, but he wasn’t interested at all. But he wanted a girl who was willing for a good night with him. So he walked up to me and asked me for the offer, I said yes. Everyone gave me dirty looks when we went out of the saloon. Why does he want me? We go to a mansion, which looked beautiful in my opinion. We go in and it has gorgeous pieces of furniture and vases.

“You wanna go up in my bedroom honey?” Mr. Styles asks.

“Why? You wanna do bad things to me Mr. Styles?” I ask in a sexual tone.

He walks closer to me and says, “You know it sweetheart, go upstairs and the last door in the hallway is mine.”

I go upstairs and went to the room he told me to go in and again, the room looks gorgeous. I sit on the edge of the bed and tries to look sexy as possible. Mr. Styles comes in, naked with a cowboy hat on. I spread my legs so he can fully see my cunt and I try not to look at his huge cock that looks like it’s ready to squirt out cum inside me.

“I won’t bite.” I said with a grin on my face.

“I hope not, I heard you can be risky.” He says with a smirk on his face.

“I can be Mr. Styles.” I said closing my legs together and I kinda expose my breasts.

“Call me Harry hon.” He walks up to me and makes me spread my legs out again.

“Why do you want me Harry?” I question.

“What do you mean?” He answers.

“Everyone hates me because of me being a prostitute and me being in any building.” I say.

“Not to me, you’re just different from any other prostitute in this town.” He says.

“What type of different?” I said. I put my hands on the bed behind my back.

“Good different.” He says.

“So you actually think I’m attractive?” I ask.

“Yes Y/N.” He says.

“How do you know my name?” I said. I never told him my name.

“I heard the name from a few people and I knew it was you this whole time.” He grins.

I wrap my legs around his waist and he holds me tight to make us go to the end of the bed and lays me down, the pillows are so comfortable than my pillows. I grab his hat to wear it. He starts to fuck me in and out, I moan in pleasure, he goes faster which made me scream.

He gives me love bites on every body part of mine including near my cunt. I never had sex like this ever in my life.

When he was done I start to heavy breathe and I couldn’t move I felt so weak. Harry laid down next to me, I slowly turn my head to face him and look at him.

“How’d you feel Y/N.” Harry looks at me

“The best thing I’ve gotten from anyone from this town.” I smile.

“You’ll always be my favorite prostitute Y/N/N.” Harry winks at me.

“You can have me as long as you want.” I say.

#fanfic #fanfiction #harry styles #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #cowboy!harry styles #harry styles smut #harry edward styles #harrystyles #harry's house #one direction smut #one direction #1D #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #harry styles x oc

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sunnylands-world · 9 months

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Western boy

Pairing: cowboy Harry styles x fem reader

Summary: your little crush on your father's best friend finally turns into what you always wanted it to...

Word count: 1,186

Warnings: oral [fem receiving], unprotected p in v [don't be dump please], dirty talk, tummy bulge kink, breeding kink, age gap, western themes

A/n: I don't know if I have any readers for Harry styles but here's this fic again because I deleted it

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You and your friend were taking a stroll to the market in your town. The dust of the desert seemed to blow heavily despite the heat that scorched your skin; your boots looked like your father hadn't taken them to get a decent scrub in a while and your hat sat tilted on your head protecting your eyes from the rays of the sun.

"dear God [name], how much farther I honestly think I'll melt if I have to take another step!" your friend groaned and you chuckled. "It's a beautiful day out daisy, I think it's perfect for a walk. You act as if you ain't walked a day in your life." you called back to her. "But you're father's the sheriff! surely we could have gotten a ride, why ever didn't you ask." She whined and you rolled your eyes.

Your father was indeed the sheriff, people in town considered you a daddy's girl who was spoiled despite the fact that you hadn't been seen bathing in the finest things. You took a few steps before familiar brown leather boots on horseback caught your eye and a small smile came to your face. "My, my if it isn't the chief's little girl" his voice said as the sound of horseshoes came in closer, stopping you in your tracks. "Hello to you Mr. Styles" you said looking at him.

Harry was your father's best friend, you practically grew up with him in your life; his hair was cut nicely though you did miss the long locks under his brown cowboy hat. His smirk spread wide as he shamelessly looked you over, you bit your lip thinking about how much he'd done that lately. "I must say, you've grown up to be a fine young lady. Pretty as a flower!" he praises and you shyly smile. "You're not too bad yourself Harry" you complimented and there was no lie in your words.

Harry was at least in his late 30's or early 40's and he definitely aged a lot better than most men out here, he looked like he was a favorite of the lord's with his brown curls and shimmering green eyes and his facial hair suited him deliciously might you add. "Shouldn't go around telling a man like me somethin like that doll, I might just think you're offering me something" he breathed out, letting his eyes linger a while on your open top showing your perky breasts.

"Maybe I am styles" you challenged. "Don't go making promises you can't keep" he mumbled and you locked eyes with him. "I ain't making promises styles, I'm offering" you say and your eyes are genuine. He smirks. "Go home daisy, I'm taking your friend for a ride" he says, reaching his hand out for you to climb up the brown horse.

Your friend huffs heading for the stairs of the nearest place for alcohol and you cling to Harry's back as you ride to his home.

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Your back rested on the queen size bed as Harry knelt down between your legs that were bent upwards so he could lap at your dripping cunt. Your dress was long gone and your hands grabbed handfuls of your breasts as you lost yourself in the pleasure of the older man. "You taste as sweet as pie doll, dripping your sweet juices for me" Harry said, as he let his tongue thrust into you.

"Oh God Harry" you cried out, bucking your hips up chasing your high desperately, his nose bumped your clit with every jerk of your waist and his stubble scratched an itch you never knew you had. "That's it doll, cum for me, make a mess" he says, dipping his tongue deeply into you, licking at your soft walls assaulting the sensitive area between your legs. You followed his order like the good girl you were drenching him with shouts of his name. He didn't stop slurping and sucking till he gathered every last drop of your release.

He stood with his knees now between your thighs, leaning forward kissing your forehead gently. "You still with me sugar?" He asked, seeing your lashes flutter a bit but you nodded. "Still with you Harry" you uttered softly, hazy from your first orgasm. "I'm gonna fill you up sweetness, you okay with that. Want me to stuff you full" he confirmed, his little comment at the end only made you all the more eager for him. "Yess Harry, please" you begged, dry humping his jeans.

He let out a chuckle, pulling at the loop of his belt that was adored with all his many gadgets. You couldn't help but look as he freed his cock. It leaked precum from the swollen red tip, his size was at least a good six or seven inches and you almost shut your legs as you thought of how something so big would fit inside you. He came forward rubbing the head of his length between your wet folds teasing your entrance.

"Please don't tease me Harry," you pleaded far to in need of fulfilling your fantasies. "Since you asked so nicely" he said, driving his cock deep in your tight wet opening, your head went back into his pillows as you felt him touch the spot deepest inside you. "Oh my goodness Harry!" You called into the room as he began to move in a back and forth motion, his hands pressing your legs to your chest; the bed rocking against the wall.

"Would you look at that, my cocks deep in your little tummy" he said letting one of your legs go causing you to grab it as he pressed his hand down where his cock was supposedly visible. You leaned up on your elbows to look and sure enough a bulge was there in the place his hand was. Your eyes went wide as you moved your own hand to take the place of his while he rutted into you, you looked up to his now forest green eyes.

"God, that's the prettiest thing I've ever seen. You looking all innocent while I take you like a little whore" he mumbles, his head falling back as he quickens his paces. "Wanna fill this pussy up with my cum, get ya nice and round with babies." He says, his country accent is clear as day. "That's what ya want sweetness?" He asks looking back at you, you hold eye contact with him nodding.

"Please Harry, need it" you whine rolling your hips and that seems to be what pushes him over the edge as he fills you with warm cum triggering your second climax of the night.."holy fuck doll take it fucking take my cock" he moans with his legs trembling as he falls forward baring his head in your neck, sweaty chest pressed to yours.

You kiss his neck tenderly while you cum on his cock with your own words of nonsense. You don't even think about the reaction your father will have while you snuggle closer to Harry with him still deep in you.

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#harry styles x reader #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles #harry styles x oc #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles x actress!yn #harry styles x pregnant!reader #harry styles x singer!reader #harry x reader #cowboy #smut

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watchmegetobsessed · 9 months

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someone pls stop this madness i can’t deal with it

#harry styles #the cowboy one is making me dizzy #and im not even into cowboys

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jarofstyles · 5 months

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Buttercream

Y/N could be considered an odd omega, choosing her own path. Harry found a bakery with the most delicious scent and he’s tried every treat in the bakery case to find out what it is- or who it is.’

Or, architect H x Bakery Owner y/n with ABO in the mix

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

Y/N loves her small town and has no desire to leave. Especially not after getting her dream job as the Styles family ranch, helping assisting with the award winning horses and breeding program. The mountain and valley view are a perk of the job- but the best view is the sweaty cowboy she gets a front row seat to.

Or, small town cowboy romance

Parchment

Hiding a pop star in her stationary shop in NYC certainly wasn’t on Y/N’s bingo card- especially since she didn’t know who he was. It’s a good thing he returned to thank her for her troubles.

Or, Pop Star H x Stationary Shop Owner Y/N

Diffident

Harry is shy and Y/N is not. Navigating the intricacies of college dating, nosy roommates, broken glasses, video games, callbacks and a different type of studying.

Or, nerdy H college au

Pleasure Island

Harry is on the reserved end, and isn’t too happy when his quaint little bookshop is neighbored by an erotic accessory shop.

Or, bookshop H x sex shop Y/N and their activities exploring the wilder side of sex

Welcome Home

Y/N has been hearing strange noises, feeling odd cold spots and…. Talking to the ghost that roams her house.

Or, Ghostrry! DARK CONTENT AHEAD!!!

Love Bites

Exclusive Wolfrry 🤭🤭

Lush

Living in Las Vegas, escort Y/N gets hired by tall, dark and handsome Harry to sit pretty on his lap… until he has another proposition that he’s hoping she’ll consider

Or, fake fiancée Y/N and dark!H

More coming soon….

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midastouches · 1 month

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have we talked at all about the cowboy like me vs "slut!" parallels??? cause low-key they are driving me insane.

like,, especially her ending up paying the price in both relationships???

"slut!": love thorns all over this rose / I'll pay the price you won't.

cowboy like me: we could be the way forward / and I know I'll pay for it

like!!!! just the acknowledgement of who she is and being like yeah this is love and it's worth it but I'm going to pay for it regardless!!! it drives me insane. that's all, thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

#kylie talks!#taylor swift #cowboy like me #slut!#1989*💙#evermore*🤎#joe alwyn #joever #harry styles #haylor #inside kylies head

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bluebirdharry · 1 year

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Treat People With Kindness | Palm Springs, 01/02

#harry styles #hs #cowboy harry #lot: palm springs n2 #m #stylesedits

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ilovemeweefingers · 1 day

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You would think that as the son of the sea god, Percy Jackson would be a Jimmy Buffett, fishing and margaritas on the beach, country music boy, but you would be wrong. No, he is Sally Jackson’s son through and through, that boy is a die hard swiftie, bite me.

#He is in the front row at the eras tour with a sparkly pink cowboy hat looking like a wannabe Harry Styles #We all saw Sally in her feels listening to Olivia Rodrigo in the pouring rain #Percy Jackson is a girls girl #Uncle Rick has spoken #percy jackson #persassy #taylor swift #swifties #riordanverse #olivia rodrigo #harry styles

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harrysonlylover · 1 year

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Carolina (Part 2)

Summary: The line between hatred and lust is now non existent. How will their bodies react? And does she already have Harry wrapped around her finger?

Trope: Cowboy!H

Wordcount: 13.7k

Warnings: FILTHY smut, bondage, rough dynamic, oral ( both receiving) , exhibitionism , spanking, you know how i write smut….

Part 1

Harry has never been this eager to work.

He had an affinity for being a Cowboy, it had its perks that include a well-known reputation which fuelled his ego, the long days spent working as he built his athletic body that puts other young men his age to shame. He loves being an early bird and feeling his hands clench from the hard labour, the sun that hugs his skin and the jobs he does from fixing houses or anything that’s built from wood, riding horses and checking up on the towns’ ranches.

So many endless jobs he has done before and never was he this enthusiastic.

When he arrived he caught a subtle glance of her, only to for her disappear immediately. He had no choice but to get to work. His task was to install a new fence in her family’s ranch and check on the bulls since he knows how to deal with them well.

He was halfway through his work when he felt her presence behind him, he was tempted to have a look but didn’t.

He felt like a teenager last night as he thought of her lips almost touching his, her lily scent consuming him and her little white dress that makes him want to go on his knees. He hasn’t felt this way in a long time, that giddy feeling you get when you don’t know what’s happening or why you are acting in a certain way.

He is a man after all, so he wiped his forehead, glanced behind him, and his legs slightly shook at her sight.

She was sunbathing in her family’s ranch, sitting in a white bikini with her knees bent and a book in her hands. She didn’t need sunglasses as long as she had her cowboy hat on. Her skin was covered in sunscreen making it shimmer against the sun rays and Harry was about to drool.

He dropped his kit to the ground with a thud and walked over to her, feeding the itch to be closer. He knows that she can see him, yet her eyes remain set on the book. He stands in front of her, covering the light as he takes in her gorgeous figure.

Perfect curves, glittery skin, a small amount of sweat trickling down her midsection, her hair braided backwards, and smile plastered proudly on her face.

“Came back for more sneaky kisses?” she lowered down her book and smirked at him.

“Are you offering Carolina?” He went down on his knees to her level and leaned in closer to her.

“Maybe you should try harder.” She whispered to him as he took in her face features for the millionth time.

He caught her braid in his hand and twirled it between his fingers while they both stared at each other, with the sexual tension so thick as they were half naked.

“What are you reading?” He took her book from her and observed it whilst still playing with her hair.

“The letters of Vincent Van Gogh.” She replied as he hummed knowing all about her interest in art.

His eyes caught a box near her, and he was curious to know its components, so he leaned forward only to find more books in it.

“What’s that for, you have a book in your hand.” He asked in confusion, as he double checked the number of existent books.

“There’s classics, fiction, love novels, thrillers, fantasy and some art books. I mean I must be equipped; I change moods quickly and I need a book for each one.” She retrieved her book from his palm and pretended to continue reading.

Her parents came out on the front porch which meant that he had to go back to work out of respect for them, so he had to make it quick.

“Tonight at my house, there’s a party and you better be there Carolina.” He whispered lowly in her ear as he gently nipped at her skin.

“And if I’m not there?” she replied with a shaky breath.

“Let’s just say I’m not a man who repeats himself.” He placed one last wet peck behind her ear, stood up and walked over to the fence to complete his work as she continued to gaze at him all afternoon.

Being organised was all she knew.

Recklessness was never on her agenda, even her decision to study in Washington was well calculated. There were many things that came close to breaking her straight path yet were never enough.

So she wonders how a cheesy cowboy was able to lurk around, rest in her brain, dominate it and control her acts and breathing sometimes.

As if on cue she found herself getting ready for his party without another thought, and maybe that was planned too. Tonight she’ll get to know his real intentions, what lies behind his staring and touches and if diverting off her path is worth it.

The party at his house stretched out to the ranch where the bonfire was held last night, there were many young faces specially girls as everyone danced around to the music with the Whiskey smell lingering in the air.

She took in the scenery and the amazing vibe of the party before an arm was wrapped around her waist and a voice whispered in her ear.

“Carolina girl knows how to listen; I like the sound of that.” He whispered in her ear as she felt his skin on hers.

“And you invite all girls in this charming way?”. She teased him arching her back slightly.

“Only the ones that are clumsy, stubborn and live rent free in my head.” His deep voice sent shivers through her body, and she couldn’t help but lean into him.

The more time passed, the more people arrived. They greeted Harry like they’ve known him for a long time and after they leave he’d whisper in her ear jokes about them as she laughed after each one.

He had his arm wrapped tightly around her waist and he felt like his body was on fire around her. Soon enough everyone gathered around for a moment they always wait for.

“I’m going to need your assistance in something.” He led her to the center of the room and signalled for the man in charge of the music.

“It’s a dancing competition Carolina, I bet we’ll make a good duo.” He didn’t give her time to object before he had her against his chest and began swaying with her along with the music.

There was only one couple with them on the dance floor, but it was evident that everyone’s attention was fixed on Harry Styles and the girl that never left his side since the beginning of the party.

His hands roamed her body as they danced along to the beat in a way that shows their chemistry, they were not ashamed to be doing this in front of everyone. Maybe Harry liked it a bit too much.

She had to have him under any circumstances, she didn’t mind if he wants it to be a one time thing, she’s a mature girl. The way his body felt on hers, his pants and subtle moans as he guided her body on his and danced with her through the song did things to her hormones.

“Do you see that girl over there? How she’s mad and frowning? He whispered to her as he grinded on her from behind.

“Yeah?”

“She wants my attention Carolina”

“And she can’t have it?” She asked through heavy breaths.

“No. It’s all yours pretty Carolina.” He swayed with her body until the song ended, and he smirked as he felt the loud cheering fill up his ego.

He brought her a soft drink to freshen up making sure to keep her around him. He felt like he found a rare gem and was too cautious of anyone else getting it.

She can tell how everyone’s eyes were on her, whether it be men or women, they envied her. Harry was right about that girl and her jealousy but the way he told her all about it and confessed things feeling unashamed was her last tipping point.

“Hey Harry, is there a quiet place we can go to?” She asked with a grin on her face.

“I thought you’d never ask.” He placed his drink aside and laced his hand through hers as he led her to his bedroom.

The moment he closed the door behind him, he crashed his lips into hers. A moment he has been waiting for ever since he set his eyes upon her. Her lips tasted like honey on a Sunday afternoon, and he can’t understand why everything about her is sweet.

She kissed him back aggressively as their tongues touched and teeth clashed, the music from the party can be heard faintly as they both were too infatuated with each other.

Their hands wouldn’t stop exploring each other’s bodies, it was more than a want, it was a simple need. For her to touch on his godly physique, him to indulge in her gorgeous body. Once they began there was no going back.

Their lips refused to leave each other as she sucked on his bottom lip and held on to him. His lips were intoxicating, and she can kiss on them for a lifetime. His soft cupid shaped lips that perfectly fit into hers as he led the kiss with his tongue. His hand was wrapped around her waist, and she shamelessly placed hers on his ass.

“Clothes off now.” His voice was raspy and deep just like when he asked, ordered her to come to the party.

She quickly took off her shorts and crop top leaving her body in a lace set and him in briefs that can barely contain his hard on. He had her back against his chest as he moaned in her ear about her choice of clothes.

“So goddamn pretty, gonna let me enjoy your body? Worship it?” He massaged her tits above the bralette she had on as she grinded against his crotch.

“If you show me a good time maybe.” She reached her hand backwards to his crotch and touched on his rock-hard cock beneath his briefs making him hiss loudly.

“Oh you’re in for a show Carolina.” He nipped at her ear as she arched her back feeling his hot breath send vibrations through her body.

He effortlessly picked her up bridal style and placed her on his bed, then began kissing all over her skin starting from her neck to her collarbone, perky nipples (after he tore off her bralette), her tummy then her pelvis till he reached her pussy.

He hovered his mouth over the panties before planting a delicate teasing kiss against the fabric. Her chest was heaving with anticipation, his hands were everywhere, and it just felt too good.

“Oh it looks so pretty, I can smell your arousal baby, can I taste what I caused hmm? Do you want me to lick your cunt?” He cooed seeing how she’s getting lost in her pleasure bubble.

“Yes please.” She breathed out quickly as she laid back feeling her arousal become more obvious while he sucked on her inner thighs and kept pressing teasing kisses over her panties.

He tore the fabric immediately and she wishes she was able to see his veins appearing as his hands effortlessly tore the material. His nose nudged her clit catching her off guard, and now that she’s uncovered she felt so bare.

He cooed as he repeatedly told her how pretty her pussy is before blowing air against it. He took a broad lick all over her slit tasting her addictive arousal on his tongue.

His tongue was hot and hungry, and her cunt was clenching around nothing making him go feral. He knew that it was calling for him and he could stay up all night loving on it.

He massaged her labia gently and but with a slow rhythm, he wanted to see how far she can go, how much teasing she can take, go deep inside pleasure and enjoy whatever she gives him.

He only has two fingers in her wetness massaging in rotating motion, the tips are soaked and glistening under the light. He leans in forward and begins licking her drenched folds.

His mouth was doing wonders. He knew exactly where to place his tongue, the right amount of sucking and holding back, nibbling at certain areas then switching to different motions.

“Tastes like strawberries pretty.” He moaned without raising his head once, feeling the precum seep from his tip at her taste.

He plunged in one finger and continued to suck and massage her labia with his tongue only, his finger curled every now and then near her spongy spot making her let out load moans.

With one particular nibble, she involuntarily closed her thighs around his head feeling the blood rush to her clitoris. It was all very overwhelming for her poor cunt. He knew exactly what to do, where to place his tongue, for how long to suck , where to angle his finger and how.

“Are you going to let me enjoy this cunt or do I have to be mean Carolina?” He sent a smack to the back of her thigh and pinned her legs to the bed.

“Please your mouth… it’s..” She let out incoherent words as she tugged on his soft hair.

“My mouth is what?” He raised his head making eye contact with her and hovered his tongue over clit as he awaited her answer.

“It’s so so good Harry.” She moaned loudly tweaking her nipples and gripping the bedsheets before he hummed in approval and harshly sucked on her clitoris.

The blood was rushing to his cock, and he loved being a generous man, he’s an orgasm giver. He loved the way she’s withering beneath him.

Her hands holding on to the sheets, a slight back arch, tugging at his hair, the chanting of his name, the tightness of her cunt around his finger inviting him in, the sweet fruit of her wetness on his tongue, a dish he can have for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Her pussy was getting wetter with every lick he provided, he moved his attention to her engorged clit and thrusted two fingers going at a fast pace then slowing down when he feels her walls tighten.

“Harry I need to cum please.” She begged feeling the overstimulation from his mouth and fingers, he put her on the edge twice and now she felt like exploding.

“Because you’re a good girl or a whore.” He rasped in between licks, and she can faintly see wetness dripping down his chin as he continued to eat her out like a starved man.

“Both.” She purposely pulled harshly on his hair, making him look up at her as she was met with his famous grin, messy hair, hungry eyes and the sight of him licking the wetness from his swollen lips.

“Then you better give it to me real good.” He suddenly went on a fast and rough pace with his fingers, along with pinching her clit between his index and thumb. His entire focus was on her cunt and his hand, his forearm flexed from the intensity and speed of his thrusts, with every plunge some of her wetness splashed on the sheets making him chuckle lightly.

Wetness dripping down beneath him, on him and for him.

He pinched her clitoris one last time before he felt himself get covered in her wetness, she was shaking and moaning audibly, some of her hair strands were stuck to her forehead, and her cum was covering his clothed cock, abs, arms and face.

She has never experienced this before with anyone, or alone even. She feels like she’s floating on a cloud, high on ecstasy and pleasure, a mixture of numbness and overstimulation between her legs, she can still feel the aftermath of his tongue, how it lingered there and how good it was. She may be exaggerating but she could swear that she was seeing stars.

“You squirted baby, what a good girl that knows pleasure. It’s fresh juice that I don’t have to work for.” He leaned down and gently kissed over her pulsating cunt making her whine in pain, but not any type of pain.

“I’m just thanking your pretty pussy baby, I’m all covered in your arousal. Isn’t that amazing?” He took a deep breath inhaling her arousal resulting in an audible moan from him, he brought his hand to his briefs and removed them, freeing his swollen cock as he hissed at the feeling.

She could not feel her legs, she just had the best orgasm of her life and unlocked a new feeling, his hands were roaming her skin, pressing pecks to her feminine part, and massaging the swell of her breasts, the music from the party was fading and his voice took over her entire focus.

‘Such a pretty sight, you give me no choice but to worship this pussy.’

‘God look at this, it’s pulsating around nothing poor baby was it too good to handle’

‘ If I’m not the luckiest man on earth then I don’t know what I am’

‘ It smells just as good as it tastes. Gonna be stuck on my tongue forever.’

Praise after praise, he lulled her out of her state of numbness with kisses and touches. Harry was big on physical touch, he wanted to see every inch of her skin, devour it, worship it, cherish it like no one would, he wanted to leave his mark, a mark that no one else but her will see or feel.

He was offering her the bare minimum, providing comfort and reassurance for a partner during such intimate moments was his duty but when he felt her thigh nudge and poke at his neglected cock, he remembered what a minx she is.

“And here I was thinking I should shower you with care so you can get your energy back, looks like you can’t help your whore nature.” He hovered over her, his cross necklace dangling between them.

“Not when your cock is making me horny again.” She whispered as he took note of the thin layer of sweat on her forehead, her hair scattered all over his pillow, her puppy eyes begging for more.

“Yeah? Do you want it? Tell me what is it that you want of me?” He closed the gap between them and whispered to her as their noses and lips touched.

“I want your cock inside of me, so deep that you rearrange my insides, I want to feel every stroke, the heat, your hardness and my tight walls. I want that fucking stamina you keep bragging about Styles.” Her whispers were so low yet so seductive, every word went straight to his cock that’s resting against her thighs. His pupils were dilated and she’s shocked he didn’t pin her to the bed right there and then.

His entire expression shifted, and he suddenly stepped off the bed and shuffled in his room before she felt the bed dip and his hands pick up her body and lift her upwards.

“Do you want this? I’m anything but gentle Blue Star, I will make you scream, and I promise you’ll never forget this.” His hand tightened around her waist with his cheek laid against hers as they were both on their knees.

“Yes give it to me.” She caught him off guard by stroking his gently making him lean towards her.

“Say Red if you want to stop and yellow to slow down.” Without another word he flipped her around, placing her back to his chest. He fixed some of her hair behind her ears and pressed kisses to her back.

She heard the unwrapping of a condom as he covered his leaking cock with it, she was a bit disappointed having missed the opportunity to see his length, he guided her around and manhandled her not allowing her to take in his body.

He brought her hands together behind her back and the next thing she felt was a rope tightening around her wrists. He was nipping at her ear lobe and the knot he made felt too good.

“You wanted my Stamina? I’ll show you what ‘cowboys stay on longer’ mean.” His voice was dark and low sending shivers through her body.

He ran his tip through her entrance up and down to tease her making her whine and tip her head backwards against his shoulder, her tied hands were trying to reach for his cock, but she could only stretch them so far.

The wetness of her cunt followed by the aftermath of her orgasm and his swollen cock made the experience overwhelming for both of them. Teasing was his favourite game and his key secret to pleasure, he wasn’t a stranger to the confessions of partners on the ‘best sex they’ve had’ and little do they know, it’s all about the edging.

Her pleas and whines were only fueling his ego more but also his need for her, he was holding back himself as well, he loved the rush he gets from his swollen cock that gets edged throughout the whole experience, how it leaks as a plead and becomes painful. But that’s the whole fun isn’t it?

“Need a cowboy to relieve your ache yeah? It would all be gone as soon as I stick it in. I bet you’re in pain.” He cooed brushing his tip against her swollen clitoris and he can see the tears welling in her eyes.

He thrusted in with one motion smoothly, her cunt was so slick from the wetness, and her heat? She felt too warm for him, he had barely entered yet she sucked him in immediately. His hips were stilled feeling too overwhelmed from the feeling. The same feeling that he desires and aims for from all the teasing. That sweet relief of his ache, his ache for her through and through.

He was still trying to comprehend the pleasing feeling as he laid his head against her shoulder and she the same, ecstasy and euphoria surrounded their bodies as he caught her lips in a passionate kiss.

Her engorged pearl, the intense heat forming between them, her uncontrollable clenching around his veiny cock, the wetness that’s making him slip out, his toned biceps holding her frame to his chest as they frantically share a kiss.

“You feel so good, so so good, I think I’m in heaven, and I didn’t even fuck you yet.” His eyes were shut and his breath was laboured as he slowly began moving his hips.

“You’re filling me up so well, it fits perfectly.” She groaned as his cock stretched her out in the most pleasing ways.

“Sucking me inside , your cunt knows what it needs.” After a few slow yet deep thrusts, he picked up his speed and plunged rapidly inside her velvety pussy.

He pushed her face down on the mattress and held her tied wrists with one hand as he watched his cock go in and out of her slick and puffy pussy. He also had a perfect view of her plump ass that he kept swooning over in her shorts.

His eyes were rolled back as his thrusts were vigorous and needy, the pleasure she was feeling from him was unmatched, he was too deep, reaching places she never knew of and massaging her g-spot with his tip, as well as the prominent veins along his shaft that found her itch.

Her whines and moans were to die for, he didn’t know what was making him more and more horny by the second. How she feels around his cock or her sweet whimpers, he’s getting them recorded in his mind so he can later come back to them, how can someone’s moans be so attractive?

He couldn’t take the sight of her ass bouncing against his length anymore, so he spread her cheeks and abruptly slowed down his hip movement before spitting on her tight hole, pressing her cheek roughly against each other and spanking her hard with his ring clad hand.

Her shriek from the slap was even prettier than the moans and that only fuelled him to continue furthermore.

“Tsk tsk dirty whore, do you love it when I slap this ass? You know how much I’m crazy about your body and you like it don’t you?” He rubbed the skin above his handprint as his pupils dilated upon seeing his initial engraved on her ass. She was too stuck in a pleasure daze to even respond to him.

“Say it or I won’t spank you again.” He manhandled her upwards to his chest by gripping her throat and whispering in her ear.

“Yes I love it when you spank me.” Her pleas were like music to his ears and his cock felt strained from her clenching.

“Say that you love how i’m obsessed with you.” His grip on her throat got tighter and her daze increased.

“I love how you’re obsessed with me, please.”

He picked his speed again and let out an animalistic groan, her cunt was too much for him, gripping him so goddamn tight. Luring him deeper and deeper, he wouldn’t be surprised if he bruised her cervix with how hard he’s going. But the harder he goes the harder she sucks him and clenches.

“No wonder you love it here, perhaps your cunt knows only cowboy cock can do it for you.” He left love bites against her neck and sucked harder when he found her sensitive spot.

He was trying to hold back as much as he can, but the way she’s tightening around him has him panting and holding on to her glorious body. It felt too surreal, and he lost it when she removed his hand from her throat and brought it to her lower abdomen placing it over what appeared to be a stomach bulge from his thick girth.

A primal instinct took over him and he pushed her down on the bed and laid his body against hers from behind as all of his weight was pressed on her back with her face buried in the mattress.

“Do you see how deep I can go? Properly arranging your insides, it’s my duty .” She only responded with a whine adoring the way he’s pressed on her and reaching even farther inside of her.

“Where can you feel me now?” He slowed down resulting in her pout and groan before bringing his hand backwards to pinch and massage her cheeks.

“Everywhere Harry, I can feel you everywhere.” She cried out and pushed her ass back on his shaft with all her strength.

“That’s what I fucking want.”

Harry keeps forgetting what a little minx she is, so whatever she does he’ll never be prepared.

“Red.” His thrusts halted the moment her safe word rolled out of her lips. He shifted his body and quickly untied her wrists as he flipped her around gently to check her state only to find her smirking.

“I want to change positions.” She said nonchalantly as his heartbeat slowly went back to average after getting worried on her.

“Not a nice card Carolina.” He hovered over her kissing her neck and rubbing at her thighs.

“And if I want to ride you? A proper northern tradition?” His eyes lit up at her words and he stopped sucking on her skin as he felt his swollen cock that still didn’t get a release become more and more painful.

In terms of pleasure, she was worse than Harry but he didn’t know that yet. She didn’t chase after orgasms during sex, she wanted lust, sweat, skin on skin, heat, a good time and wetness of her partner.

Yes orgasms are amazing but what about edging?

Allowing herself to reach the high then cut it off only to try new positions, new angles, new kinks, new everything. It is not the orgasm that feels good to her, it is rather the experience of it, tiring each other out and push the sexual limits. Her little secret was that one mind blowing orgasm after a good period of time of edging and teasing (her personal limit is up to hours) will always outpower many orgasms in a short period of time.

It is a sensual feeling that holds her high in the clouds, drunk on ecstasy and pleasure, nothing and nothing at all can compare to edging.

“Then show me what you got.” He gently slapped her inner thigh and moved upwards as she lifted herself on her knees. He relaxed his body against the headboard and was able to spot the soaked part of the sheets, near the edge of the bed from her squirting.

She hovered over his thigh and traced one of the tattoos she’s never seen before, it was a tiger and she smirked as she swiped some of her wetness off it.

Harry was a sight as he laid back. Toned chest going up and down to catch his breath, legs spread with his erect cock as if he wasn’t inside of her moments ago. His hands red and veiny, proud of leaving marks on her skin. His hair was sweaty, and curls dangled on his forehead.

The condom around his shaft was killing him, and the amount of precum that leaked was embarrassing so he removed it and leaned over to his bedtable to get a new one before her hand wrapped around his wrist.

“I would really like to feel you, if you don’t mind.” She swiped some of the precum that traced down his shaft and brought it to her mouth as she sucked on it while making eye contact with him.

He crossed his arms behind his head and motioned with his eyes toward his cock. “Save a horse, ride a cowboy Carolina.”

She placed her hands on his chest and teased him by grinding her wet cunt over his bare cock. The sound of wetness was too erotic and when he looked down he could see how she was sharing her arousal with his cock and feel how much in heat she is.

She shifted her weight on his throat purposefully as she stroked him and swiped her finger over the tip making his brain fuzzy. She lubed it up with some of her wetness before locking her eyes with him, lowering herself on his length and biting her lip.

Just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, it did. Her bare walls hugged him perfectly, he can properly feel her cunt as his tip massaged its way inside of her.

She didn’t move for a good minute, only clenching herself around him, as he got dizzy from feeling her on him, she was like a drug, and addiction is exactly what he wanted.

“Roll your hips and do what you were born to do, ride my cock like the cowgirl you are.” He slapped her cheeks and placed his hands on her hips as he got impatient.

“Fuck you’re so much deeper this way.” She began bouncing on his cock and the sight in front of Harry was too much to handle.

Her breasts were jiggling in front of him, so he brought his head forward and buried it between them, the curve between her hips and ass was marvellous as she rode him like there’s no tomorrow.

The sound of skin slapping, and wetness filled the room, along with their loud shameless moans. Harry licked all over her breasts and bit her nipples, as his cock twitched the more she pushed his head onto her breasts.

“That’s it baby, choke me with your tits. Wish I can milk these beauties.” He lapped and sucked at her skin, groaning loudly when she tugs on his hair roots.

He straightened his posture again and looked down to where they’re connected, beads of precum were coating his shaft and her pussy, a string of shared arousal soaked their parts as he can see some of his cum on her clit, and the moment he caught a glimpse he went feral.

He suddenly uses all of his weight and effortlessly pushes her on her back, away from his cock, as they both wince at the sudden separation. She doesn’t have time to question him before he sucks hard at her clit making her let out screams. She moves his head away feeling overwhelmed as her bundle of nerves is way too swollen, making him frown in grumpiness at her move.

“Sorry pretty but I swear it was calling for me. Asking me to suck, so swollen and red it needed care. I had to taste.” He rasped before burying his face against the wetness to lather his face with it considering it his facial as he moaned loudly from having her cum all over his face.

She had to physically pry him away as his primal instinct took over and refused to leave her poor cunt alone. He was a starving man as he returned to his previous position, cock erect more than ever as he tugged on it. He motioned for her with his index and middle finger making her crawl to him.

“You’re such a slut.” Her hand wrapped around his veiny length as she brought it to her entrance yet again.

“It takes one to know one baby.” He didn’t wait for her and thrusted inside her in one swift motion making her gasp out loud and hold on to him.

“Exactly baby, there’s a reason my name is always being screamed.” They were a dynamic that represented pleasure in its best form, the lust that radiated off their bodies was primal and needy. His cock diving into her walls, creating a perfect pattern of hitting her g-spot as her clitoris bumps with his short hairs.

“Tell me Harry, how’s a Carolina girl for you.” Her hand wrapped around his throat , pressing on the sides as she bounced quickly up and down on his length.

Harry was floating on a cloud that he never wishes to leave. Her cock being gripped by her puffy cunt, and his throat by her artist hands. Fuck, was he in heaven?

“So good, tight, soft, wet. You’re everything baby.” He rolled his eyes before closing them shut, allowing himself to indulge in the pleasure she’s giving him.

“Is this why you came back? You know your roots well and how to use your hips.” He winked at her before dropping his gaze down to take in the view.

Her bounces were hitting the right spot for him and her, especially when she stills herself and does nothing but roll her hips left and right slowly but with hard rapid clenches of her walls that have a death grip on him.

He doesn’t even know where to touch, her perky nipples or her plump ass, maybe lick on her neck, tug on her hair, bury his fingers in her hips, so many worshipping methods and so little time.

He would be lying if he said that he doesn’t like the way she chokes him or that it’s his first time. Just for a minute he felt himself dose off as her grip made his brain go fuzzy, his legs numb and cock even more hungry.

But he immediately removed her hand off his throat, slapped her clit harshly and cupped her cheeks with one hand before bringing her face closer to him and kissing her swollen lips.

His mouth drifted off to her jawline and collarbone before digging his teeth into her shoulders, then nipping gently at her skin.

“I know I know, just do what you have to do. I’m only marking you.” He cooed at her hiss of pain as he rubbed her back and continued to bite all over her skin.

His touches made her swoon and lose her energy, whether it be his grip, or his kisses and bites, slapping her ass and choking her. She just couldn’t focus on riding him, and he could see it. But he knew of his teasing and how good she was for him, no one ever rode him for that long and if not for his stimulation she would’ve continued.

“I have no shame in making everyone hear your screams till dawn. Would you take it? His hands stilled her hips as she looked at him with pleading eyes, begging for a release.

“Yes, give me your cock.” She nudged her nose against his, wrapping her lips around him as she breathed in his scent along with the smell of their arousal hanging in the air.

“Oh i’ll give you everything pretty.” He wrapped a protective hand around her and leaned his body sideways to grab something as she let out a shriek at the change of positions.

Looks like he found a way to go deeper.

He smirked proudly as he placed his cowboy hat on her head, making her laugh and push at his chest. Although it was a silly move of him, but he can’t help but moan once he sees her naked body in all its glory, sweaty from the amazing sex, and his cock tucked deep inside of her as his hat with ‘Styles’ embroidered on it lays on her head.

“Hold on to me baby, I’m rougher than bulls.” He pinned his toned legs to the bed, and began plunging into her at a fast pace, it was if he was penetrating her with all that he has, he was reaching into her stomach, and the sight of her helpless above him was engraved in his mind till his death day.

“That’s fucking right, keep screaming for me. Tightest fucking pussy.” He gritted his teeth as her moans filled the room along with the sound of their skin slapping, he nearly bucked his knees when he saw how he was penetrating her wet cunt fast and rough and how good she was taking it.

“Oh I bet you’d take this cock all day after I come from work maybe follow me to the field eh?” He tweaked her nipples, and she could barely form coherent words, not when he’s everywhere.

“Yeah? A-and y-you wouldn’t leave work for me?” She managed to form a sentence sending him a devilish smirk before biting her lip and arching her back.

“Damn right, I’m never leaving this bed, you wanted cowboy cock so take it.” He manhandled her on his cock, with his arms on her waist as he lifted her up and down on his thick shaft that’s letting out sounds from their creamy arousal.

“See? I’m not letting you do any work. So spoiled and I don’t mind one bit.” She could do nothing but moan and whimper, it was as if her brain was empty of thoughts, nothing but the feeling of his cock plunging into her, with his hands roughly picking her up then bringing her down, his fingers digging deep into her skin, and his cowboy hat on her head.

It was exactly what she’s been craving.

Raw, dirty, lustful and erotic.

The heat that was between them was unbearable as if their bodies were on fire, the amount of wetness her cunt was producing made him hold on to her deeper in order to avoid slipping out.

“Oh poor baby, your cunt is getting wetter, begging for me to go deeper.” He caressed her cheek before she caught him off guard and brought her mouth around his finger, as she sucked on it inside her mouth.

“One hole isn’t good enough for you?” He tsked at her, plunging in his finger deeper down her throat as he manhandled her with his one hand only.

“Can’t wait to have your pretty mouth wrapped my cock, should’ve done that from the beginning to shut you up.” Plunge after the other and they both felt the heat in their lower abdomen, but of course more intensely than normal orgasms. That is the perk of edging.

She was on the verge of tears, the feeling in her stomach became merciless as she thought she was going to explode. It was too good, just really really good.

“Give me one reason to make you come.” He deadpanned as he slowed down his thrusts and hit deeper near her g-spot.

“I already orgasmed, you’re the one who needs a release.” She tried to act nonchalant as if she won’t pass out if he deprives her of cumming.

“Yeah? Then why is your cunt tightening around me? You came and your little pussy is still so hungry. I’m not the one begging baby.” His words made her remember the gravity of her situation and how giving her a release is now a need.

“Please I need it, so bad.” She cried out as her hands roamed his body savouring whatever she could touch.

“Cmon show me what a good girl you are, my good girl.” He tucked his bottom lip between his teeth as he slowed down into deep thrusts and she couldn’t resist looking at his hips rolling where the ferns are drawn.

His ring clad hands caressed her clit as he flicked it with his finger the same way a musician would with his guitar. He made sure to keep eye contact with her as he did it, all his acts have tired her and induced her ache for a release, so she dropped her forehead against his as they helped each other reach their high.

“I’m cumming fuckkkk.” She mewled scratching his back with her nails as he hissed at the feeling. He caught her lips in a sloppy kiss while they gripped each other tightly, allowing their high to pass.

He didn’t have any words to describe sex with her, let alone orgasming. He wanted to stay buried deep inside her cunt, breathe it in, lick it, devour it and worship it. How can he not be obsessed when he has never felt this way before?

They moaned into each other mouths’ as he released inside of her while she pulsated feverishly around him.

“Take my fucking cum, take what belongs to you.” He pinned her hips with his hands as ropes of cum filled her cunt to the brim. Above the amazing feeling of another orgasm, the way he released his hot arousal into her made her even more sensitive.

“Fuck Harry that’s a big load.” She whispered against his skin as he continued to let out his arousal and paint her walls white.

“Can’t help myself, you’re milking me so bad, it’s what your cunt wants not me.” Some of his cum began pooling out from where they’re connected and she felt so wet, slick and dirty.

After his flow finally stopped, he kissed her softly as they sat in a lotus position, her hands between his soft curls while his delicate fingers rubbed over the places where he caused her bruises.

“Fuck it’s like your cum is inside my stomach.” Her words made his cock twitch as he smirked during the kiss.

“I’m going to pull out and it’ll hurt a bit, but I want you to be a good girl for me and immediately sit on my face m’kay?” He planted a kiss on her cheek and looked at her face for approval which he received through a nod.

“What will you be?” He used his deep voice that makes her want to ride his cock all over again.

“Your good girl.” She whimpered feeling his cum go deep inside her pussy.

“Atta girl.”

He pulled out gently noting her wince before dropping his gaze to see a pool of cum between their thighs, as more dripped down when he moved her off his cock. He quickly laid down and pushed her pussy on his face catching their joined cum before it falls into his mouth.

She leaned her head against the headboard as tears welled inside her eyes from the amount of overstimulation she went through in one night. His hot tongue felt heavenly as he gathered the sticky cum between her thighs and labia.

But even that wasn’t enough as he flicked his tongue inside to her vulva collecting all of the cum before spitting it on her clit and sucking at it with his teeth.

“Pretty pretty pearl, engorged from my cock, so good and swollen for me.” He placed a kiss on her clitoris tenderly before she moved herself away.

“Please it’s too much.” She whimpered as she hovered over him since any contact with her pulsating cunt will make her shudder.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me tonight, best pussy I’ll ever have.” He prepped her face with kisses, before moving down to her body parts making sure to not go close to her poor cunt, but he couldn’t help but get a whiff of her arousal.

If only he can make a perfume of it and lather it on his skin.

No one has ever treated her this way during sex and all she can think about is how no one will compare. His mouth explored her body and touched places she didn’t.

Lustful, filthy and pleasing.

She couldn’t tell the time nor care about the party that’s still ongoing, only the frustration when his lips parted from her body as he carried her to his bathroom placing her on the toilet seat.

“I’ll go change the sheets and you clean up.” He kissed her temple and left the bathroom as she heard the sound of a new duvet being pulled out.

She followed him a few minutes later after peeing and cleaning up, she leaned against the door frame with wobbly legs watching him arrange the bed for her.

The moment he saw her standing he grinned at the sight of her shaky legs, but also frowned as to why she didn’t call for him.

“First of all glad to see I did that but for next time it’s my job to carry you.” He reached her with long strides before picking her up effortlessly bridal style and placing her on the fresh sheets as she giggled against his chest.

Her mind was going left and right, she didn’t know whether to focus on the way he said “next time” nonchalantly or how he picked her up to tuck her in bed whilst being in his briefs.

She melted into the soft linen, breathing in the scent of the laundry soap, and the bed dipped beneath her as he brought his body closer to her.

“Let me go down and kick everyone out so we can sleep peacefully. It’ll take a while.” He gave her one last kiss before putting on some clean jeans and shirt as she admired his body in the moonlight that’s pooling in from the window.

He gently closed the door behind him leaving a dim lamp on, she noticed how the music faded away along with loud upset groans and the voice of Harry ordering everyone out.

She doesn’t remember falling asleep, didn’t even look at the clock but she suddenly opened her eyes feeling a presence near her and arms wrapped around her body.

“It’s just me Blue Star.” He whispered in her ear as he hugged her body closer into his.

He smelled of pine and aftershave indicating that he must’ve taken a quick shower before bed as if he didn’t tire her out a while ago.

She hummed at him before closing her eyes again feeling drowsy and sleepy, the last thing she felt was his hands rubbing lotion on her wrists that were tied up as he massaged them gently and lulled her to a blissful sleep.

The moonlight that pulled her body in an embrace last night was now replaced with warm golden rays, that poked at her skin gently to wake her up from her blissful state of sleep.

The toned biceps that held her through the night are no longer there and she can quickly notice their absence, before her eyes open and before she regains consciousness.

His presence is too consuming to not notice.

She shifts to the other side stretching her hand as she roams the sheets looking for a sign of him, she finally gives up and opens her eyes to see the wrinkled sheet he left behind with his scent lingering in the air.

She can’t tell the hour but now she knows for sure that he isn’t around for she can feel his presence deep in her bones. She buries her face in his pillow breathing in what he left behind, as his duvet hugs her naked skin perfectly.

She loves rising at an early hour to relish in the peace of the morning, twisted between the bedsheets with a welcome gift from the sun as the bluebirds outside chirp and sing for her.

She can’t help but think how this morning would’ve been if he was here, would he have taken her in his bed again or stroked her hair telling her to sleep in?

She moved the duvet off her and stretched her limbs before her smile turned into a painful wince. She lifted her body with a struggle and balanced herself on her elbows while looking down at her body.

He was everywhere.

Purple bruises that stretched along her inner and outer thighs, pelvis, breasts and a bit that she was able to catch from her collarbone.

But most importantly she couldn’t move an inch without feeling him inside of her in the form of soreness, but good god it never felt this good.

She bit her bottom lip at the thought of him leaving his trace behind.

“Here I fucked her and made her scream”

“Here I gave her these bruises to remember me by”

“Here I kissed and worshipped every inch.”

Call her crazy but she can still feel his mouth on her pussy, as if he was licking her right this moment. How he penetrated her and how deep he went, looking straight into her soul as he loved on her body.

She balanced herself on her feet with a bit of pain, as she walked over to the bathroom. The soreness and pain was nothing but a gift to her that she’ll hold on to. She loved it, loved how he claimed her body, leaving himself everywhere.

The better surprise was when she looked into the mirror and got a proper look at her body, her entire chest, neck and collarbone was purple and pink. Her fingers traced over the painful love bites as she stared back into the mirror at a woman claimed by Harry Styles, the golden boy of the North.

Her eyes drifted to the edge of the mirror where a yellow sticky note was hung. She picked it up to read it as her fingers traced over the love bruises.

“Good morning pretty, I had to leave this morning for an important job, otherwise I would’ve gladly stayed in bed with you all day fucking you over and over again. Trust me when I opened my eyes and saw you laying against my chest with those perfect bruises reflecting the sun I almost quit right there and then. Did you feel my kiss to your forehead baby? I’ll see you in the evening Carolina, and you better wear these bruises proudly.”

- H

Her giggle filled the room as she reread the note repeatedly like a young girl with a school crush. She hid it somewhere safe as she plans to keep it in her memory box. She walked around the room a bit and gazed at the bruises before finally stepping into the bath, feeling a bit sad about washing him away from her body but also grinning while his pine shower gel sticks all over her skin.

Confusion was a feeling that she rarely encountered. She was a girl that organised her every move and thought, she dislikes not having a plan and the thing she despises more than messy areas is messy situations.

She has only one day left in heaven before she leaves for Washington, where she has a new semester to begin. Yes she longs for home every single day, for her family, for Carolina, the bonds with everyone, the food, the people, the serenity. But these five days were not planned.

She didn’t plan to grow attached to a hot cowboy that teases her whenever he can, shows her a good time, is a good man and isn’t afraid of expressing his fondness of her.

Where can she fit a last-minute plan?

She has had hook-ups before despite not being a one-night stand girl, but again she only slept with people who matched her plan that helped her stay on the right lane.

Sleep with people you know you won’t get attached to / people that won’t make it awkward.

She is still in Montana and her brain is with Harry, in which category does this messed up plan fall?

Mentioning it to Harry or even talking about it is out of the question. She may have an inkling about moving forward and liking him, but she can’t exactly ask him where do they see themselves standing when she’s known him for what a couple of days?

Even these few days were able to tell her that Harry is not the commitment type, showing her a good time during sex and being a gentleman does not necessarily indicate that he likes her, it’s simply him being Harry.

It would be a bit clingy of her to tell him she likes him, she thinks. Besides sexual attraction isn’t enough. Surely she can survive without him right?

After all staying away is the best option to keep her heart safe, this way she’ll avoid embarrassment and trouble. She highly doubts that Harry feels the same way.

It’s barely ten in the morning and her train of thoughts is already on the move, she sighs as she shuts the front door to her house, wondering how she mustered up the courage to leave Harry’s house, his warm bed that has his scent and return home.

Her family’s house is oddly quiet, there’s no loud talking, laughter, bickering or the sound of the oven and smell of food. She checks every room only to end up with the conclusion that she is in fact alone.

A little note was placed on her bed obviously written by her mother. “What’s up with everyone leaving notes?” She mumbled under her breath before picking up the paper.

“Darling, we left town to run errands. Enjoy your day but please free yourself at night, The Miller’s invited us to their bar and the whole town will be there.”

Xoxo, your mama.

She isn’t sure how the night arrived.

She tried so hard to pass the day, allow the darkness to take over but it just wouldn’t. She managed to draw two sketches of bunnies and lambs before her heart took over and began drawing green eyes.

It wasn’t until the light disappeared from the sky that she noticed how her hand worked nonstop, as two sketches of Harry lay before her.

The first one has traces of last night, Harry’s naked body on the sheets, his legs tightly entwined with hers, his curls are messy and lips sightly parted. The moonlight from the window casts a light that makes him appear like a fallen angel. It seems that the sun envies him, and the moon adores him.

He looks so blissful and pretty in the sketch, the more she stares at it the more she recalls his touch and how it felt.

The second sketch is him working in their ranch, she really outdid herself with this one as it makes her squirm around in her seat.

He’s shirtless and adorned with sweat, a hammer in his hand with his head dropped down, nothing appearing from his face but the cowboy hat. She managed to draw some of his tattoos, especially the ferns that peek from his hips and the butterfly on his toned abs.

These two sketches are deeply engraved in her mind, as she brought to life two of her favourite memories surrounding Harry, she looks at them in awe feeling selfish for the first time in her life.

There’s no way in hell she’s sharing it with anyone.

So she hides them somewhere safe in her room and decides on taking them to university with her to recall the good times, even if it’s a risky move.

She stretched her muscles feeling a bit sore from her position all day long (and last night), before noticing that it’s nearly 8:30 in the evening.

“Fuck, the bar!” She cursed under her breath as she quickly ran across the room to dress up.

The Miller’s bar has never been this crowded.

People were pooling from other towns, as they filled the area with laughter and dancing. It was hard to locate her parents amidst the sea of cowboy hats, but once she did she stuck next to them.

She didn’t have to apologise for being late since it took her a total of twenty minutes to get dressed up in a short beige dress and drive to the bar.

Maggy surprised her from behind before hugging her and greeting her parents, the music was loud and random strangers from other towns kept coming in to greet her parents and her despite not knowing them.

The whiskey was harsh on her tongue as it kept reminding her of someone else who likes it until her thoughts travelled to the taste of something else.

Random men and women bumped into her then apologised due to the crowded space, she’d hate such events usually but the whole vibe was amazing.

Northern people were gathered around together, the young are getting to know each other and making plans while the elders are catching up. As she looked around, she knew that this feeling is what she lives for. This is home.

Maggy was whispering jokes in her ear about people attending making her let out a loud laugh as they try and hold it still by drinking more. They balanced each other as the laughter was hard to control but eventually they refilled their drinks and decided to separate to avoid further embarrassment.

It suddenly clicked to her that Maggy unintentionally distracted her from thinking about Harry. During the ride here, all she could think about was him, will he like her dress? What will he say to her? Is he going to be there even?

Her parents were occupied with someone, and everyone around her was either drinking and chatting or dancing to the beat of the loud music. She took a sip of her drink as she looked around for a trace of him.

Even though some men had their backs turned to her, she knew none were him. She’d recognize him in a sea of cowboys.

She began to get anxious at the thought of him not being here. That means she’ll only see him tomorrow since she can’t leave, not when her parents have asked of her to attend, not when she’s having too much fun.

She was about to give up as she sipped her last drink before catching a glimpse of someone from her peripheral vision, she averted her gaze properly only to find him leaning against a wall, with a beer bottle in his hand while he stares at her intently.

He must’ve been doing that ever since she arrived because his figure was covered with people who chatted with him, but she was able to feel a pair of eyes staring through her back.

Her lips twitched when she locked eyes with him and his grin grew bigger, as if they were the only people in the room, the music faded, and he refused to remove his eyes off her. Not even when a girl came and flirted with him, he didn’t bat an eye or turn to her, nor speak.

His brain was consumed her, if you looked inside all you’d hear is Carolina,Carolina,Carolina…

He winked at her and puckered his lips, sending her a flying kiss as she blushed at his gesture before looking around to make sure no one saw him, not that they’d be in trouble. But it was for her and her only.

When she turned her gaze back, she didn’t find him standing there. So she looked at every corner only to find it occupied by a couple. She even expected him to surprise her from behind, but he had completely vanished into thin air.

An echo of a microphone grabbed everyone’s attention as they shuffled near the stage, while she followed behind.

“Good evening Montana! Hope you’re all having fun.” Tim Miller spoke to the crowd that responded with cheering.

“I got a really good treat for you tonight. You’re all going to be blessed with the music of Harry Styles.” Tim shouted excitedly as the cheering grew larger upon hearing Harry’s name.

So he disappeared because he wants to perform? Touché .

She thought about their road trip together and how she’d want to hear his voice one day. She just didn’t expect it to be so soon, but she can also feel her heart thumping at the thought of him singing and performing.

She felt the nudge and presence of someone near her who turned out to be Maggy. “Oh he’s going to sing, and you got us front seats.” Her parents stood next to Maggy as they all waited for Harry to begin singing.

Once he set foot on stage, the chanting of his name began. She had already done that yesterday in bed, but now her new panties began to gather wetness that her cunt cannot seem to hold.

He was a sight for sore eyes.

Tight Levi’s, brown leather jacket with nothing under it, a guitar strapped around his waist and the same cowboy hat he placed on her head last night.

He smirked and sent flying kisses to the crowd before looking down at her and giving his charming grin.

“I won’t say the name of this song, but the muse knows themselves.” He whispered with his lips against the microphone as his remark made everyone let out an ‘Oooh’ as the girls giggled.

A nice beat began to form as Harry dropped his gaze to her and moved his hands on the guitar. Her body was on fire as she thought about the possibilities behind the ‘muse’. How would she feel if it was someone else or even if it was her with the presence of her parents and Maggy?

He screamed ‘Oh Yeah’ into the microphone as he swayed around to the tune that sounds a bit Northern before he began singing.

‘She’s got a family in Carolina

So far away, but she says I remind her of home.

Feeling oh so far from home’

She felt the colour drain from her face as Maggy gave her a side eye. Not only was she the ‘muse’ but he had the audacity to use lyrics that are obviously pointing towards her.

‘She never saw herself as a westcoaster

Moved all the way cause her grandma told her

“Better swim before you drown”

He was singing it with a proud smile plastered across his face, the crowd was dancing and cheering as some girls pretended that it’s about them. His eyes locked with hers as a curl fell on his forehead before he continued singing.

‘She’s a good girl

She’s such a good girl

She’s a good girl

She feels so good’

He moaned loudly into the microphone while keeping eye contact with her as the lyrics brought back memories of his touch. At this point her face was tomato red and she tried not to appear flustered while Maggy laughed and her parents looked around, as if they’re trying to catch a hint.

‘She’s got a book for every situation

Gets into parties without invitation

How could you ever turn her down?”

His voice was perfect with a subtle obsession appearing the more he sang, his body was glued to the microphone stand, if he didn’t have his eyes shut he’d look at her and only her. She wondered if he’s closing his eyes to recall the events, how she crashed the bonfire, had a box full of books and how he almost ran to the bedroom at his party.

‘There’s not a drink that I think could sink her

How would I tell her that she’s all I think about

Well I guess she just found it’

He danced along swaying his body left and right, smiling like an idiot at his confessions in front of everyone. It seemed that they were enjoying the song, she couldn’t blame them. He had an angelic voice, and the tune was mesmerizing.

‘She’s a good girl

She’s such a good girl

She’s a good girl

She feels so good

She feels so good’

More shameless moans left his lips as she finally figured that he’s imitating her own moans. He grinded his body against the mic with every time he said ‘good girl’. She’s surprised a whimper didn’t leave his lips. Maggy knew what was going on and pretended to be clueless.

‘I met her once and wrote a song about her

I wanna scream ,yeah

I wanna shout it out

And I hope she hears me now’

He raised his hands on both sides just like when he was riding the bull and prompted the crowd to cheer more. He dropped his hand on purpose making his finger point at her before diverting it and smirking when her eyes widened.

He was simply an unserious man.

His moans and grinding only seemed to increased, and his attire was not helping. The way he was shameless about everything, singing about her encounters with him, subtle details that she doesn’t even remember saying.

‘ La la la la, la la la la la la la ‘

He kept repeating it as the audience went crazy including a girl who convinced her friends that it’s about her. He looked so joyful and above the clouds as he sang.

‘She’s a good girl

She’s such a good girl

She’s a good girl

She feels so good

Oh, she’s a good girl”

He bit his bottom lip at the last sentence, gripping tightly to the stand as he grinded his crotch repeatedly. She stood watching him knowing damn well that she is probably dripping down her thighs.

She is not sure what’s hotter. Him singing about her in front of a big crowd, or how he looked like he was recalling yesterday’s sex. She was still flustered nonetheless, her cheeks were painted red, and she kept biting on her nails and clenching her thighs.

‘She feels so good

Oh yeah

Oh yeah’

He ended the song with sensuality, as he if looked into the crowd with pleading eyes that say ‘ I swear she’s good’. She almost fell on her knees right there and then when he did that .

“In case you didn’t guess, the song is called Carolina.” He chuckled lightly and stepped off the stage making all the girls swoon and follow after him.

“The song seems so familiar , I just can’t pinpoint it!” She heard her mother talking to her father as he agreed with her, in awe of Harry’s talent. She had totally forgotten that her parents were standing right next to her, she has never been this troubled and flustered in her entire life.

She looked like she was about to pass out from how red her face was ,her chest was heaving and ears ringing as Maggy poked at her skin and teased her.

Harry Styles just performed a song about her in front of the whole town and her parents, while being explicit in his lyrics making sure to let everyone know how good her pussy is.

The way he grinded against the mic, imitated her moans, locked eyes with her and was just so proud about it made her want to fight and fuck him at the same time.

She left Maggy hanging in the middle of the room as she stormed inside to where Harry headed. She rarely went there so she isn’t even sure where she’s going or if she’ll find him.

She passed by closed storage rooms, employees only rooms and random bathrooms till she was met with a room that she has never seen before. The sign on the door said ‘Miller Family Only’. It wouldn’t hurt to try.

Her hand wrapped around the door knob as the door creaked open, the light was on and the room was basically turned into a home. Yellow light bulbs, cozy sofa in the middle, a mini refrigerator and a closet.

“Took you long enough Carolina.” He popped out from behind the door making her jolt back and raise a hand to her chest.

“Fuck you! What is up with you?” She shouted in anger before she closed the door and locked it.

“I’m not the one creeping around baby-“

“I meant the fucking song Harry.” She gritted her teeth as their faces were inches apart.

“You said you wanted to hear my voice.” He whispered using his low deep voice while placing his hands on her waist.

All of her questions and plans to argue flew out of the window when his body got close to her, and his eyes darkened. Suddenly the wetness in between her legs was getting more and more noticeable.

“You performed it in front of everyone including my parents! When did you even write that?” She tried to maintain her sanity to not get distracted by his wandering hands.

“I’m just telling everyone how good you are for me. Wrote it today in under an hour, couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He nibbled at her earlobe as he groaned and pressed her body closer to him.

“You’re unbelievable , and fucking crazy.” She dug her nails into his back right where she scratched last night making him hiss.

“You’re so hot when you’re angry, I just got a boner.” She can feel his bulge against her dress while she placed her hands on his toned abs.

“Tell me one thing baby, is it still sore here?” He cooed bringing down his hand to her pussy before cupping it with ring clad hand making her shudder.

“Yes it’s so sore.” His grip on her cunt had her holding on to him as she felt herself pulsate rapidly.

“Not only is it achy from my cock, but my singing too? Was gonna hide this from me?” He tsked rubbing slow circles above the fabric.

She was withering under his touch, as her brain kept rewinding to his performance. Him singing ‘good girl’ was all she could think about.

“I’m not sure i’m happy about you hiding these bruises. You ruined my art.” He put on a frustrated tone while he traced her neck, wondering if he should wipe all that makeup.

“You really want to embarrass me in front of everyone don’t you?” She brought her hand slowly down to his pants and toyed with his button.

“No i’m just proud of what I did baby.” He pinned her against the wall and caught her lips in a sloppy kiss.

Their bodies were unbelievably responsive to each other. Like a primal instinct that comes out whenever they’re close to one another. He was grinding onto her as she began getting flashbacks from their sex.

She abruptly pushed his head away by cupping his cheeks catching him off guard.

“Apparently I’m a good girl. What about you? Should we see if you’re a good boy.” His pupils dilated at her words and she’s surprised that he didn’t drool.

“W-what?” He muttered under his breath as he swallowed down his throat.

“I want to suck your cock and I want you to moan loudly to let everyone know that you’re a good boy.” Her switch made him twitch in his pants, as he looked into her doe eyes that will be the death of him.

“Want to put those lips on my cock?” He traced his finger over her bottom lip, thinking about all the ways he can fuck her throat.

“Hmm I really want a taste, it’s not fair that you got one and I didn’t.” She pouted pretending to be quite upset about it.

Harry’s head was spinning 180°. He was holding himself back from cumming in his pants and fuck was it hard.

“Good girls help good boys to cum don’t they.” He took her hand after unbuttoning his Levi’s and guided it inside his briefs.

His lips hovered over hers as his raspy voice went straight to her cunt where her clitoris was throbbing. He stared at her with hungry eyes, as if he’s promising to ruin her.

“It’s so hard. What’s causing you this pain hmm?” It seemed that he should give up and allow her to take over as he nearly whimpers every time she opens her mouth.

“You. You in this fucking dress, my good girl. Your warm cunt, your body. Fuck!” He cursed loudly as she swiped her finger over his leaking tip.

She didn’t pay much attention to Harry’s whines, instead she brought her finger to her mouth, shoved it all the way in tasting his cum while rolling her eyes and moaning.

“Good taste from a good boy.” Harry’s brain simply wasn’t working. He stared at her with puppy eyes and parted lips.

It wasn’t until he felt her hot tongue on his abs that he returned to reality and saw her kissing all over his midsection while gradually kneeling the lower she went. Her hands roamed his body as she left kisses everywhere.

“Fucks sake” He muttered under his breath, gripping on to the door handle as she kissed his clothed cock beneath his briefs.

She palmed him through the fabric while looking up at him with innocent eyes as if she doesn’t want to drain him from cum. She massaged him gently and pressed kisses, while he tried not to buckle his knees.

“I wonder how you’ll feel around my mouth, maybe if I push it deep enough it’ll make my throat sore just like my pussy.” She spoke every word with confidence as she freed his cock from the briefs, it stood up hard and proud against his stomach. Now that she sees it up close, she can tell how thick and big he is. Maybe because he’s swollen and erect but nonetheless she now has a justification for her cunt’s ache.

“Oh poor baby you’re twitching.” She enjoyed watching him lose his restraint and sanity at the same time. His cock was uncontrollably twitching as it leaked precum from the tip.

“Put me in your mouth baby.” He panted between words feeling dizzy just from seeing her on her knees. He wants them bruised just like the rest of her body.

She resumed her work as if he didn’t just speak and brought her hand down to her panties fingering her cunt and gathering wetness on it before spitting and wrapping her hand on his cock.

He tipped his head backwards and rolled his eyes at her action, her wetness was on his cock. She used her cum as lube.

She stroked his cock slowly and pressed pecks to his length, before twirling her tongue on his tip as if it’s a lollipop. She palmed his balls between her hand making him groan and look down at her while she licked a long strip from the base to the tip gathering all the precum that leaked. Then, she opened her mouth showing him her tongue that’s painted with her cum.

“Was that what you wanted? A good girl’s tongue on your big cock?” she teased him more by bringing the tip to her mouth only to leave a kiss.

“What I want is for you to suck my cock, gag on it, and swallow my cum like the good girl you are.” He took matters into his own hands and wrapped his hand around her hair before guiding his length to her lips.

She took him inside her mouth with a mischievous look glowing in her eyes, she allowed him to use her mouth, but Harry barely felt her hot tongue for a few moments and almost collapsed on the ground.

She bobbed her head around him, with one hand massaging his balls and brought half of his cock inside before pulling out and spitting the joined saliva and precum over it.

“Doing so good for me, do what you were born to do.” He let out audible moans at the feeling of her tongue lapping and sucking on his cock. His salty precum flooded her mouth, and she was confused whether to spit or swallow.

He hissed at her tight grip to the base, she was squeezing him harshly while bobbing her head fast on his shaft, her cheeks were hollowed, and her lips became swollen and rosy pink just like his cock.

“Squeezing me so bad aren’t you? So desperate for my cum down that pretty throat.” She dug her nails in his thighs that were tensing and pushed him all the way in.

The sound of gagging and moaning filled the room as her nose nudged some of the hairs at his base, she looked at him with ‘fuck me eyes’ making him push her head against his cock as it fills up her mouth, without letting her breathe, simply having him deep down her throat.

He felt her reaching for his other hand, guiding him to her neck where she let him trace the bulge from his cock down her throat making him let out an animalistic groan and pull out.

She gasped for air as a trail of saliva fell from the corners from her mouth, Harry’s breath was laboured and his chest was heaving as his cock twitched and leaked precum on the ground beneath them. Her mouth was merciless.

He swiped some of the saliva from her lips and brought it inside with his thumb as she sucked on it passionately.

“Love my cock in any way don’t you? Inside your cunt or throat you’ll take it and allow me to rearrange your insides.” He chuckled stroking her hair before motioning for her to continue sucking.

“Use my mouth for your cock.” She begged with a needy scratchy voice and that was all it took him before he tugged harshly on her hair and shoved his cock inside of her mouth.

His hips rolled forward as he thrusted in and out just like she wanted, she was gagging and holding on to his thighs as he fucked her throat roughly.

Some of her saliva and his precum pooled from her mouth as she choked repeatedly on his thick cock.

“Looks like my good girl is a whore after all, take all of it no complaints.” His eyes rolled to the back of his head as her hot tongue licked on his protruding veins.

She was just so good.

He can hear her subtle moaning and how she’s squirming around and humping against the air. He slowed down allowing her breath to avoid passing out and took in her messy face. His cum leaking from her mouth, her hair stuck to her forehead and drool leaving her lips as she gasps for air while focusing on his cock.

“Did sucking me off make you horny?” He tilted her chin up to him fawning over her nod since he fucked her so good she can’t speak.

“Cmon milk me baby.” She continued bobbing her head against him and licking not caring that he can hear her moans and how much she’s enjoying it.

She took control adjusting her knees before she swirled her tongue the tip and sucked harshly while she fondled with his balls. The sight of her on her knees before him, with a messy face, raspy voice and amazing tongue was enough to tip him off the edge.

“Take all of my cum, fucking take it.” He groaned audibly as he released ropes of warm white cum into her mouth. His moans were angelic as she gracefully had her mouth wide open while he dumped his load inside.

His knees buckled and his breathing was staggered while he watched her accept all of his arousal greedily and swallow it down her throat as if she’s taking juice.

He couldn’t handle it anymore, so he lifted her off the ground and crashed his lips onto hers, tasting his salty cum and her saliva while she wrapped her arms around him and rutted her hips against his bare cock.

“Fuck I’m not sure which is better, my cum leaking from your cunt or mouth.”

“Tastes so good Harry.”

He pinned her against the door as he made out with her for what felt like forever, her lips were already swollen from sucking him and his cock was now erect again from her soft moans and rutting.

“We- should go back.” She mumbled in between kisses making him whine like a little kid.

He looked at the clock indicating that they’ve been gone for thirty minutes and must head back. He began tucking himself inside his briefs before she grabbed his wrists and gave him a devilish smirk.

Her hand trailed down to his shaft that was still leaking a small amount of cum that she swiped on her finger and smeared all over her lips.

“I forgot my lip balm at home.” Harry inhaled a sharp breath at her act and slapped her ass cheeks roughly.

“My fucking minx.”

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