Lmao so I'm supposed to be studying for my last exam, but I'm procrastinating cuz imma fail anyways.

Thank you for 50K reads babes !!

Here's a lovely smutty ass chapter for y'all ❤️

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✧ Cut that ivory into skinny pieces

Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby ✧

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   "Are you high?"

Harry's eyebrows lowered as he noticed that Adriana was a bit talkative tonight, as well as hyper. She let out a loud laugh at his words, causing Smithers the chauffeur to immediately roll up the partition with an odd look on his face, deciding to give them privacy.

It was around midnight when Adriana felt her cocaine cravings hit her once again, quite intensely. She tried to resist them this time, wanting to be sober while spending time with Harry, and not as high as fuck lunatic making him feel uncomfortable. But she couldn't help it, she never could. Her addiction was worse than ever to a point where she'd be doing cocaine at least three times every day. She knew she was damaging herself and needed help, but what she needed was professional help. Rehab; something she couldn't afford to pay for nor go for as Mateo would have no one to take care of him if she did.

"Yeah," she answered with another giggle, turning to look at him and lean against him. "It feels amazing."

"It's damaging," Harry responded bluntly, looking out of the window.

"Sometimes it's worth the feeling of escapism," she murmured as she touched his chest, head leaning against his shoulder.

"What are you trying to escape from?" Harry questioned lowly, lips poking out to lick his lips as her hand danced over his crotch.

"Reality," she murmured. "Sick, disappointing, fucked up, reality."

"You seem pessimistic," Harry commented with a scoff.

"Am I?" she snapped just as he grabbed his crotch sharply, causing him to inhale sharply. "Maybe you're just too much of an optimist."

"You think so?" Harry continued to play, as she straddled his lap to face him better.

He gazed up at her, watching the streetlights from the side of the road they were driving on flash through the window and illuminate her face. She looked deadly and beautiful. Dark eyes lined with wings that were sharpened to perfection, black lined her waterlines with her long, fluttery lashes framing her dark irises. His eyes studied her flawlessly structured face as she his. His hand raised up to cup her cheek lightly, watching the street light shine onto her face, causing her highlight to pop on the tops of her cheeks. His thumb felt the urge to trace her lower lip, eyes studying the deep red color of the matt liquid lipstick that was slathered onto the flesh.

"Your lips," Harry murmured quietly in awe. "So...perfect."

"Where do you like them, baby?" she smirked as she pulled her hand up. "Do you like them kissing you here?" she said, tracing his pink, heart-shaped lips ever so gently. "Or here?" she cupped his crotch quickly and firmly, making him gulp.

"I like it when they're wrapped around my cock," Harry found himself saying, trying his hardest to stop his smirk from faltering when Adriana widened her eyes a little.

"How many drinks have you had?" she arched a dark brow.

"Just a few," he said with a shrug. "Enough to keep me partially sober and slightly buzzed so I can talk dirty and fuck dirty with an excuse."

"How come I've never seen this side of you?" she questioned with a snort, making him shrug again.

"I guess I either don't drink before seeing you, or only have one drink. I don't drink much anyways, I hate getting piss drunk," Harry explained, while she listened attentively.

"Why?" she simply asked.

"Because I feel like shit the morning after," he answered. "Plus, I'm a mess while having sex if I'm piss drunk. I need to be at least half sober to have good sex while still being a little buzzed."

"Makes sense," she nodded with a chuckle. "But you must be wild when you're piss drunk during sex."

"Nah, I'm more clumsy to be honest," Harry said with a shake of his head. "The most wild thing that I do that is remotely sexual is speaking dirty while being a little buzzed. Sadly, my actions don't exactly match up to my words."

"I refuse to believe that," she said immediately, climbing off his lap and settling down on the floor of the car between his legs just as the car slowed down due to a traffic jam.

"What are you doing?" Harry mumbled as Adriana began unbuckling his belt, and sliding the zipper down.

"You said you like if when I kiss you down here, and when my lips are wrapped around your cock. Well, I wanna hear it again, but this time while I'm doing it," she said as she pulled his semi-hard length of his of boxers, biting her lip at the sight of it.

Her gaze locked with his as she began to move her hand up and down his shaft, twisting her wrist as Harry breathed heavily at the feeling of her hot palm against his côck. Her eyes glinted in the dark mischievously when a bead of pre-cüm erupted from the tip as she got him to a point where he was rock hard just from her touches. Her red lips spread into a sultry smirk as she lowered them to the head of his cock, lips puckering to kiss the head, avoiding the slit. Harry's hips twitched as he licked his lips, running his fingers through his hair.

Her tongue then slipped out of her mouth and dragged across the slit firmly, licking up the drop of pre-cum, causing Harry to let out a shaky exhale. He grabbed onto the side of the car when she felt her red, plump lips wrap around the head of his côck, her warm mouth engulfing him as she swirled her wet tongue around the tip. Harry let out a quiet moan at the heavenly feeling, hips threatening to buck so that she could take more of him into her mouth.

"Open your eyes and look at me, Harry," she ordered in a firm, seductive voice.

Her words made him realize that his eyes had screwed shut as soon as her tongue touched his cock. He forced them open, cock twitching at the sight in front of him. Even though it was slightly dark, with the exception of the streetlights coming in from the window, he couldn't believe the sight of his dark angel sitting between his legs with his cock in her mouth. Her dark red lips were wrapped firmly around the top half of his côck, her fingers fisting the base of it as she bobbed her head and sucked him off. Her cheeks hollowed as her eyes fluttered shut, dragging her tongue up the bottom of his shaft, tickling the pulsing vein that lay beneath it while she pulled back.

"Tell me what you told me before I got down on my knees for you," she murmured breathlessly, locking her dark eyes with his hooded jade ones.

"Fuck I love it when your lips are wrapped around my cock," Harry uttered with a quiet moan, hand moving to slide it against her jaw, fingers tangling into her hair as he cupped her cheek firmly.

A low moan was emitted from Adriana's lips at the sound of his words, loving the way he said them in his low, raspy, sensual tone. She parted her lips again, holding his cock up with her hand and dragging her hot, wet tongue up the base of his shaft, feeling the vein there pulse. Harry's fingers tightened around her hair all of a sudden as he sharply inhaled, pretty much fisting her hair before realizing what he had done, quickly letting go with wide eyes. Adriana noticed he had loosened his grip on her hair, opening her eyes and murmuring.

"It's okay, Harry," she assured him with a quick smile, making him bite his lower lip.

"Are you sure?" he murmured while his thumb came around to stroke her jaw. He remembered the last time he grabbed her hair: it didn't turn out well.

She parted her lips to say 'yes' and nod, but she was interrupted by a muffled voice that came from the other side of the partition. It was Smithers.

"Apologies Mr. Styles, but it's going to take 45-50 minutes or so to reach the hotel. The traffic is absurd!" Smithers said, making Harry frown a little, pondering.

"Take us home then, Smithers. How long would that take?" Harry spoke up loudly.

"About 30 minutes, Sir," Smithers answered, just as Adriana lowered her lips to Harry's cock again.

"Okay that's gre-fuck," Harry cursed loudly when he felt the tip of his côck hit the back of her throat. "G-Great."

Adriana's dark locks fell over the sides of her face as she craned her neck and tried to take in as much of him as she could, relaxing the back of her throat and inhaling through her nose. Harry felt his hips threatening to buck into her mouth, hand moving to gather her locks back up into a makeshift ponytail, which he held with one hand. She pulled back up slowly, making sure to thoroughly drag her tongue against the underside of his cock, reaching the tip of it, which she allowed to poke the inside of her cheek and run along it.

"Adriana, I want to fuck you here," he whispered hoarsely, hand cupping her cheek and tugging her upwards while he ducked down to kiss her.

The windows were heavily tinted, so Harry felt more relaxed when Adriana took her trench coat off, revealing the outfit she was wearing for the private shows right before coming straight to Harry. She decided to sort of surprise him by showing up in just her golden, sparkly bra, and bottoms, instead of jeans and a plain t-shirt as per usual. Harry's lips parted at the sight of her, hand slipping down from her cheek to feel the side of her body, dragging his hand down her smooth, soft skin until he reached her lower region.

Locking eyes with her, gazing innocently into her dark eyes as he slipped his hand between her legs and cupped her firmly. Adriana felt herself clench down there at his sudden action, lips parting ever so slightly as he rubbed his fingers against her. Their lips met as she gripped the chair behind him, tilting her head to the side and pushing her tongue against his, deep into his mouth. One of Harry's hands moved around the back to squeeze her ass, rubbing firmly between her legs with the other and finding her clît through the panties she had on.

An impatient grunt escaped her lips as she felt the need for him to be inside of her, and to skip this foreplay. Before she could do so herself, Harry detected her impatience, pulling her panties to the side and slipping his fingers into her wet folds. He groaned into her mouth at how wet she was, for him, feeling her arousal coat his fingers heavily before he pulled his hand back to wrap his fingers around his slick cock. He ran the head of his côck along her wet pûssy, circling her entrance and then slipping right in halfway.

Adriana's lips broke away from his briefly to let out a low moan, hand grasping the nape of his neck as she pulled her head back with her eyes closed. He guided her hips down on him, both of them breathing heavily and moaning quietly once Harry's thick length filled her up to the brim, causing that familiar stretch that made Adriana's stomach coil. The temperature in the back of the car rose as Adriana began rolling her hips lightly, holding her panties to the side with one hand while the other gripped the seat behind Harry, biting her lip at the feeling of him slipping in and out of her.

Harry on the other hand, relaxed into the seat; hooded jade eyes watching this beautiful woman ride him in the back of his car, while the chauffeur was in front. The whole idea of sex in the car thrilled him, especially since there was another person and the car was in a middle of a traffic jam, with other people around. He also found it hot that they still had their clothes on, mostly him since Adriana just had her bra and panties on. Everything was just hot and thrilling, it made both Harry and Adriana moan and claw at each other for more.

"God, you feel so warm," Harry breathed heavily, spreading his legs apart and leaning back with parted lips. "So good."

Adriana shuddered at his words, his deep, husky voice making her push down on him, breathing out shakily when his tip hit her sweet spot. Harry moved his hands to grip her hips as she sunk down on him and grinded hard, pushing her hips back and forth with her hands fisting his silk shirt. The tip of his cock hit her g-spot all of a sudden, making her part her lips to let out a high-pitched moan by accident, making Harry quickly clamp a hand down on her mouth with wide eyes.

Her eyes glinted with amusement, her muffled chuckling escaping the gaps of his fingers, making him grin. He removed his hand, sliding it against the side of her neck to tug her down by the nape of it, pressing his lips against hers. A hot, messy kiss was exchanged as he gripped the back of her head, other hand wrapping around her body while her delicate fingers slipped into his hair and her hips rolled heavily. She could feel his thickness stretching her out every time she sunk back down on him after pulling out, heart pounding and vision blurring due to the pleasure she received from riding it.

"Baby, you're so big," she let out a soft whine, eyes screwing shut as she swiveled and circled her hips around his côck.

Harry pulled his lips away from hers and attached them to her neck, sucking on the skin there, then lapping at it and leaving soft, wet kisses. His clothes had become annoying restraints at this point as he felt his body growing hotter and hotter, sweat gathering on his skin as he panted heavily. He tried his best to ignore it, focusing on the taste of Adriana's skin on his tongue and lips, hand reaching up to tug the golden bra back to reveal her bare breast.

Adriana grabbed the back of his head in shock when she felt his hot mouth on her chest, sweet lips wrapped around her nïpple with his hot, wet tongue teasing the tip. His other hand supported her lower back as he sucked on her nipple, growling lowly when he felt her hips still, due to the extra pleasure she was receiving. Adriana's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she felt his teeth graze the bud, before his tongue danced against it. She tucked the tops of her feet with six-inch heels still on, over his knees and slammed her hips down on him, chest pressing against his face.

"Wait I've got an idea," Harry suddenly mumbled against her chest, pulling his head back and instructing her to hold the seat behind him.

She understood his idea when he leaned down a bit in his seat and grabbed her hips firmly; making her spread her legs even more for him. He began thrusting his hips upwards into her, causing her jaw to slacken and nails to sink into the leather of the car seat. Her eyes screwed shut and her teeth dug into the flesh of her lower lip as she tried to conceal her moans so that Smithers wouldn't hear. But she was pretty sure he had already gotten an idea of what was going on at the back. The car was moving slightly with Harry's movements, and Adriana didn't think he noticed enough to slow down because he was so overwhelmed with pleasure, panting heavily against her chest with strong thrusts.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum," she whispered breathlessly, feeling that Smithers was hearing the noises made from Harry's thighs and balls smacking Adriana's thighs and áss. She felt bad for him.

She briefly wondered if Harry had ever had sex in the car with someone else before him, but then she thought that he didn't seem the type. Sex in the back of the car wasn't that freaky, but doing it with someone else sitting in front could be considered so, at least for Harry. Her thoughts dissipated when he pushed his hips up until his trousers touched her clît, hitting her g-spot with the tip of his cock, causing her to cum. Adriana's hand slammed against the window on the left, dragging it back and feeling the condensation gathered on it, as she released a string of moans that she tried to keep quiet while she came all over his cock.

"Harry," she let out one last moan, her other hand gripping his hair when he sat up and pressed his lips against her, still moving his hips.

"Adriana, I'm gonna cum," he emitted a low groan, thrusting into her sloppily.

"Pull out and cum in my mouth, baby," she instructed, making him release her.

She slipped between his legs once again, hand wrapping around the base of his wet cock and lowering her lips to take him into her mouth. Her gaze locked with his as she bobbed her head, tongue moving against the underside of his cock, making slick, wet noises with her mouth that made his cheeks flush and eyes widen. His hand grabbed her hair firmly, but also being gentle at the same time when she took him in so deep his cock touched the back of her throat. She pulled back with a gasp, murmuring dirty things to him as she tossed him off, pushing closer and closer to the edge until he finally released. His orgasm came out in sharp spurts of white that shot into her open mouth, some dribbling down her chin as he squeezed the edge of his seat with his hand and moaned throatily.

"Adriana, ah fuck," he cursed breathlessly as he shot one last spurt into her mouth before slumping against his seat.

Adriana pulled back with an inhale, trying to wipe off the cum that stained her chin with some tissue she found a box of nearby. Harry on the other hand had his eyes closed, his mind running wild on how fucking hot the sex was just a minute ago. His body felt a little tired; although he knew Adriana would want to stay up and have another go later on during the night. His thoughts were interrupted when she spoke up in a hushed, embarrassed tone.

"Oh my god," she whispered, making Harry's eyes fly open, looking down at where she was still on her knees between his legs.

"What's wrong?" he frowned, noticing that she was wiping his pants around his cock, which she then tucked back into his boxers.

"I made a mess on your pants," she mumbled with flushed cheeks, not at all embarrassed by the fact that she came that hard. More embarrassed by the fact that she came on his clothes. "I ruined them."

"No, you didn't, it's fine, love," he told her with a chuckle, making her shake her head as she wiped them with tissues.

"They look fucking expensive," she muttered with a sigh, making him reach down to grab her arms and pull her up to sit beside him. "Gucci?" she said eyeing the dragon embellishment.

"Correct!" Harry laughed with a grin. "My favorite!"

"Cute," she murmured with a smile, stroking the red silk embroidered dragon running down the side of his left leg. "This is so pretty."

"I think we can get matching pants, Gucci might have some matching pants. I'll have to check," he slurred a little, still somewhat drunk.

"I'm alright, babe."

"Or maybe a cute Gucci backpack, or handbag? I saw some cute ones at the store when I was shopping last week," he pressed on seriously, making her frown and shake her head.

"I don't have the money for designer things, you know that Harry," she chuckled a little, making him pout.

"I know that, darling. I meant I'll buy it for you," he smiled widely, making her part her lips to speak. "Before you go on babbling about paying me back, it's a gift, okay? I wanna treat my princess."

"Your princess?" Adriana questioned with a smirk, making him giggle and nod.

"Oh wait, that's probably not something friends with benefits say," Harry smacked his forehead, making Adriana laugh in response. "Oh fuck it," he then said, grabbing her cheeks and pressing a kiss to her lips.

Adriana swallowed down her upcoming words and kissed him back, squeezing his thigh with her clean, left hand. The fact that he called her 'his princess' made her heart melt in her chest, unintentionally, momentarily forgetting that they weren't actually together in order for him to call her that. But the only excuse there was for that was that Harry was drunk. Plus, she didn't want to be annoying by reminding him that they weren't together, they were both intoxicated and just wanted to have a good time so didn't want to ruin it.

When they pulled back for a breath of air, Smithers called out from the front announcing their arrival at Harry's mansion. Harry helped Adriana throw her coat on and grabbed her duffel back for her, right after he zipped up his pants. They stepped out of the car, and walked towards the front door of the mansion. Halfway through, Harry sneakily slipped his hand into hers, lacing their fingers; an action that made Adriana smile a little and ponder about a relationship with Harry as they made their way to the bedroom.

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"That tickles!"

Harry giggled again as Adriana tried to cut the cocaine powder into lines, which were laid out on Harry's abdomen. It was around 3 in the morning and they were both even more intoxicated. As Adriana still had the energy to go for another round of sex after the car sex, Harry decided to have another drink, which turned into a couple more glasses of wine.

  Now, after their second go, which they showered together right after, Adriana who was drunk too like Harry, decided to do more cocaine because her cravings were like rats gnawing at her insides for more. But since she was already intoxicated, she was being impractical and wanted to try doing cocaine on Harry's abs with a 100$ bill.

Harry's giggling toned down as he watched her quietly, enticed with how hot she actually looked doing cocaine on his body, despite the fact that doing cocaine was a disgusting habit. His curious green eyes watched her dark brows lower and eyes narrow as she concentrated on separating the white powder into lines using Harry's credit card. He gazed with his pink; swollen lips parted as she set the credit card aside and rolled up the dollar bill. Her dark eyes locked with his as a smirk drawled on her lips, successfully rolling up the dollar bill tightly.

Their locked gazes broke as she lowered her head to his abdomen, eyeing the three lines that lay on his bare skin right under his butterfly tattoo, going straight to the first line on the right. A sniffing noise was emitted from her as she snorted the first line, pulling up for barely a second before going ahead with the other three lines. When she pulled back, she sniffled a little, shaking her head lightly before brushing her hand against Harry's abdomen to clear away any excess cocaine, which was barely visible.

She straddled Harry's lap, clad in a dusty pink bra and panties she had stuffed into her duffle bag, along with a change of clothes for after work. Harry's soft hands trailed up her smooth thighs as he sat up, pressing his bare chest against her barely concealed one. Their eyes gazed into each other's where Harry found her dilated pupils a little unnerving. So he averted his gaze to her lips, which were free from the deep red lipstick she was wearing earlier, looking much more softer and pink now as he traced them with his thumb. Just as his thumb gently tugged her lower lip down, Adriana opened her mouth and took his thumb in, hands raising up to hold his hand while she sucked on it.

"Fuck," Harry felt his cock actually quiver at the sight of her pink lips wrapped around his thumb.

When he pulled his thumb out, he grabbed her face with that hand and kissed her slowly and deeply. Adriana sighed heavily into the kiss, overwhelmed with the heavenly, foreign feelings she received from the kiss as her fingers slipped into his unruly hair. Harry's other arm was wrapped around Adriana firmly to keep her from falling back as they sat there and made out for a couple of minutes. Harry's lips broke away from Adriana's, a low whimper falling from her lips when he attached his to her neck, lying hot, wet kisses there.

"I fucking addicted to you, Adriana," he whispered between kisses, his words making her heart tighten.

"Like a drug," she smiled blissfully, arching her back when he sucked on the area beneath her ear with her eyes shut and lips parted.

"I'm serious," Harry muttered, making her frown a little, pulling back to look at her. "I think about you all the fucking time, and now I even worry about you."

"Harry," she murmured quietly, feeling that he was going to ramble on and spew out confessions since he was drunk. "You barely know me."

"I know, but it's just, everything about you is so darn mesmerizing," he tried to explain, caressing her cheek with one hand. "The way you move, dance, speak, something about it all is so enticing. Something about you is just so magnetic I can't help but be a prisoner to your allure," he murmured quietly as he stroked her cheek, his words making her heart leap in his chest.

"Harry," she didn't know what to say except his name, averting her gaze to the swallows on his chest. "Y-You can't...say these things."

"Fuck friends with benefits. I just wanna be yours," Harry cursed with a shake of his head, ignoring her words and continuing. "God, you make me feel alive, Adriana. You make me feel accepted and let me embrace my sexuality. Is it bad I want you to be mine?"

"You're drunk, Harry," she muttered, trying not to believe a word he was saying because if she did, it would only make her want him more.

"Drunk on you, baby," he smirked while he slurred his words, nudging his nose against hers with his dimple popping out. "Drunk on you...boop!" he said, tapping her nose with his finger and pulling back with an adorable grin.

"Why do you have to make this so difficult?" she murmured to herself rather than to him, even though she was referring to him.

"Actually, you're making this difficult, I just wanna be able to kiss you and not feel sad for liking you while I do it," he said with a casual shrug, making her swallow thickly. "Anyways, let's listen to some music! This talk is actually kinda depressing."

He grasp her waist firmly, gently moving her to the side before climbing off the bed and heading over to the corner of his room where his vinyl player and stereo was located. She watched him with a conflicted look on his face as he sat on the floor, cross-legged, and starting pulling out different vinyls, smiling at them all and setting them on the floor. Her mind was even more of a mess after hearing his confessions, she found herself actually considering going ahead with their relationship, taking it further.

A sigh escaped her lips as she climbed off the bed and headed towards him, hoping she could make a proper decision after this night.

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∘ how's the smut you guyssss? Imagine having car sex with Harry. Imagine doing cocaine on Harry's abs. Can't relate.

∘ I feel like this story is finally getting somewhere now that Harry knows about Mateo and etc. I hope I haven't bored you guys, I know it's not a very light-hearted funny story.

Until we meet again...

thiora♡