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[mixedmetalroserings]

might fuck around and write a short scene for each song off Harry’s House

[mixedmetalroserings]

Make Me Forget (Harry Styles x fem!MC)

Summary: Distraction sex. What more information do you need? (But in actual summary: MC had a bad day and comes to Harry wanting to forget about it.)

Content: SMUT (18+, minors dni please!) - choking, dirty talk, oral sex (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), grinding, hair pulling, rough sex, minor degradation (slut, whore), spanking, overstimulation, pet names (darling, baby, love)

Warnings: Sex related content listed above ^ and swearing

Word Count: 3536

A/N: This was originally going to be part of a longer fanfiction that I’ve been working on, but I wasn’t sure how it was going to fit in the timeline so I figured I’d go ahead and just post it here. So that’s the explanation for the bit about coping mechanisms in the beginning!

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“Harry.” I was standing in his doorway, wearing the t-shirt I’d stolen from him last week and thin striped pajama shorts. He wasn’t wearing a shirt at all, standing in the entrance to the bathroom in nothing but his boxers.

It’s okay. Saves time anyway.

“I can’t tonight… I just want to forget. Make me forget.” I practically begged. Unfortunately, instead of the eager lust I expected, his expression morphed into one of concern.

“Darling, I don’t really think -” He started, but I cut him off.

“I know it’s not healthy. But I’ve tried everything. Nothing else has worked; I need this, Harry. Please.”

I was not above grovelling on my knees if it meant I would have even a few moments of peace from the thoughts rampaging my mind. He studied me for a long moment, before looking up at the ceiling and letting out a deep breath. He ran his hand through his hair, turning his expression back to me, torn. Finally, he crossed the room to place his hands on my arms.

“You know that this isn’t going to be a regular thing. I can’t just fuck you so you forget about your problems. I know I’m not the poster child for healthy coping mechanisms - hell, I’m not even on the waiting list to be the poster child of healthy coping mechanisms - but I’m not going to consistently be party to helping you ignore the issue.”

“I know. I just can’t think anymore. Not tonight.”

I was on the verge of tears, which I knew would completely kill the mood. Lucky for me, he nodded, leaning in to place a soft kiss on my forehead before whispering in my ear.

“So you want it hard then? Want me to fuck your brains out?”

I whined, already so laced with desire that just his words made the knot in my stomach tighten. “Please, Harry.”

He smirked at my response before whispering again, his voice low and threatening. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, darling.”

Before I could even begin to process that statement, he pressed his lips to mine, pulling me into the room before slamming the door behind me, pining me up against the hard wood. I ran my hands up his chest, and he pulled back for a moment, looking me up and down before a mischievous smile played across his face.

“Seems we’re not quite on an even playing field here.” He quickly placed his fingers under the hem of the t-shirt, prompting me to lift my arms so he could pull it off of me, discarding it on the floor followed quickly by my pants. His gaze trailed my body eagerly, his smile growing.

“You came prepared, didn’t you?” He asked in response to the lacy black lingerie I was wearing under my pajamas. “Were you really that confident I wouldn’t be able to resist you?”

“I was right, wasn’t I?” I teased, raising an eyebrow at him as he rolled his eyes, pressing me back against the door.

“You’re a needy little slut, that’s the only reason.” I had no idea how he made slut sound like a term of endearment, but it made me press my thighs together. He noticed, biting back a laugh.

“Spread those pretty legs for me, darling - I want to feel just how wet you are.”

He didn’t really give me a choice, trailing his hand up my thigh so that he could cup the outside of my underwear. I sucked in a sharp breath, and he grinned before leaning back in to whisper to me.

“I’m going to have you coming so many times you’re not even going to be able to speak. You understand that, don’t you?” I nodded, hardly able to breathe. “I hope you didn’t have any plans tomorrow. Because when I say rough -” He moved his hand from my thigh to wrap around my neck, applying pressure to the sides and sending all of the air rushing from my lungs, “- I mean rough.”

He moved to place his lips on my neck before pulling back, looking at me with a serious expression. “If anything is too much for you, you remember the color system, correct?”

“Yes.”

“And you’ll use it? if you need to?”

“Yes. Just… make me feel good, Harry.”

His lips moved to lightly bite my earlobe before lacing down to the soft skin of my neck, sucking and biting in hot, passionate movements that made me throw my head back to give him more access. I let out a scratchy moan as he left a particularly dark hickey just above the line of my bra, and he slipped his hands around my back to unclasp it, letting it fall unceremoniously on the floor with the rest of my clothes. He pulled away from me, looking me over for a moment with a smile.

“Trying to decide what I’m going to do to you tonight.” He began to place slow kisses down the front of my chest, pausing to continue to detail every dirty thought running through his mind. Before I could clench my thighs at the thought, he swiftly placed his hands under them, lifting me so that my legs were wrapped around his waist, our underwear the only thing between us. I could feel how hard the entire situation had made him, and I immediately started to move my hips, trying to create as much friction as possible.

He picked up on what I was trying to do, adjusting his grip on me before starting to grind up against me, making my eyes feather shut with a moan.

“Oh, shit -”

“We’re just getting started, baby,” He laughed, continuing the slow grind that was already making my legs start to shake. He moved his hands from my thighs to grip my ass, pressing me as tightly against him as he could, using the door he still had me pinned to to support my back. Every movement made me weak, and I honestly thought I could come just from this. My legs tightened around him, and he continued to kiss up my neck, exposed from my head thrown back against the wood of the door. He staggered out a moan as he gave up on the grinding, keeping me held tight against him as he moved us away from the wall and near his bed. He prompted me to put my legs back down, and he pressed his lips to mine only for a moment before pulling back to speak to me again, his voice hoarse.

“There’s something I’ve always wondered about you,” He started.

“And what’s that?” I asked, trying - and failing - to sound confident.

He leaned back in, whispering in my ear in a tone that sent shivers down my spine. “Do you want me to hurt you, darling?”

In other news, I had officially stopped breathing at this point.

When I didn’t respond for a moment, he continued, his voice the same low rasp that he knew made my knees weak, his lips almost touching my ear as he spoke. “Want me to mark you? To leave bruises where nobody is going to see them but me? Want me to pull your hair as I fuck you hard from behind?”

I forced myself to breathe, trying to sort out the scrambled thoughts in my mind well enough to form a reply.

“I… I don’t know. I’ve never done that with anyone before.”

“Hmm,” Was all he said for a moment. Until, “Would you like to try it with me?”

I knew he could tell I was hesitant. And I trusted him to not take it too far. But I still don’t know what possessed me to reply the way I did.

“Yes,” It was hurried, breathless. Like if I didn’t get it out in that moment I wouldn’t have the courage to again. He just pulled back, looking me over with a grin.

“I knew you would. Always so good for me,” He leaned back in, capturing my lips with his in a heated kiss before moving them back down to my neck, completely distracting me from the conversation we’d just had moments ago. That was, until I felt a harsh sting on my ass, making me jerk forward into Harry’s arms. I yelped in surprise, and he pulled his lips away from my neck, his breathing heavy as he spoke.

“Was that ok, darling? Is that too much?”

“No, it was - fuck,” I couldn’t explain why the combination of pain and pleasure was so… pleasurable, but it fucking was, “Keep going.”

He swore under his breath, as if just hearing me say that was enough to get him off. He started kissing me again, and I felt one hand cup me through my underwear before pulling them down my legs to give him more access. He began a dizzying massage on my clit, and a shocked moan tumbled from my lips at the contact.

At the same time, I felt his hand come down on my ass again, and I buried my head in his shoulder, already trying to cope with both sensations at once.

“God, you really are enjoying this,” He observed, his fingers still working their magic between my legs, “You like when I do dirty things to you, darling?”

“Fuck, Harry -” I swore, and he hit me again, making me moan into his skin. Between that, and his fingers, the knot in my stomach was getting dangerously tight. It only got tighter when I felt him slip two of his fingers into me, and I gripped his arms for some sort of leverage.

At that, he began to curl his fingers inside of me, while his other hand hit me again, always coming back to soothe the inflamed skin with the cool metal of his rings.

“Shit - harder -” I had absolutely no idea who was controlling my mouth right now, but it sure as hell wasn’t the logical side of my brain. He laughed, and it sent goosebumps down my arms.

“Are you sure you want to make that request, darling?”

I lifted my head from his shoulder, my hair already stuck to me with sweat. His fingers had slowed between my thighs, leaving an ache that made me want to scream. But I still looked him dead in the eye when I responded.

“Harder.”

He grinned before latching his lips to the spot just above my breast, one of the very few spots that he hadn’t already covered in hickies at this point. He began to bite and suck there, making me throw my head back before I felt his fingers move between my thighs again.

He slipped a third finger in, thrusting them with a ferocity that made me want to scream, and I felt him hit me again, stinging on the already sensitive skin. I was being attacked with pleasure from all sides, and I wasn’t sure if I was going to cry or scream or spontaneously combust.

The crack of skin against skin punctuated harsh moans that echoed around the room as he kept up the fast pace, and I squeezed my eyes shut, every thought in my mind replaced with static and Harry’s name.

“Holy - shit Harry, I -”

“Not yet.”

The demand prompted a whine from me as I buried my head back into his shoulder. That was only until I felt one of his hands thread into my hair, though, harshly pulling it back and forcing me to lock eyes with him.

“I want you to watch me when I finally let you cum,” His breathing was heavy, and he didn’t have to be naked for me to know the effect this whole situation was having on him.

“Please,” I started to beg, and he only tightened his grip on my hair.

“You said you wanted me to fuck you hard - it only makes sense you cum the same way.”

He leaned in to me again, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to my lips before whispering, “Color, darling?”

“Green. Green please keep going”

He smirked before he returned his attention to touching any part of my body that would make me feel good. His lips moved down to one of my breasts, tongue flicking over the sensitive part of my nipple before latching onto it, making me stagger out a moan.

All of this while still keeping up the relentless pace with which he was fucking me with his fingers, and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to keep myself from coming for much longer.

“Harry, I can’t -”

“I know,” He pulled his head back to look at me, “Go ahead, darling.”

That was all it took for me to release the pressure inside of me, my nails digging into the skin of his back as my orgasm hit me like a freight train, his hands not slowing their pace between my thighs.

I had absolutely no control over the sounds coming out of my mouth at this point, I just held onto him and tried stay standing as he continued to fuck me with his hand through the orgasm, unrelenting and overwhelming pleasure filling every corner of my mind.

“I think you’ve got another one in you, don’t you?”

I didn’t even think I could tell up from down, my mind was blank and I could do nothing but moan at his question.

He picked up his pace - if that was even possible - and the second one hit me out of nowhere, my entire body jerking as I let out a strangled cry, muffled by the skin of his shoulder that I had at this point been using to support the weight of my body. He pulled his hands away after that one, using his arms to keep me upright as I slumped against him, my energy absolutely drained.

He guided me to his bed, and I didn’t hesitate to flop down onto it as he smoothed my hair out of my face, pushing it back on my forehead that by now was sticky with sweat.

“Color, love? Are you ok?”

I wasn’t sure my heart rate would ever return to normal, but I nodded.

“Green,” I managed to breathe. He smiled, before climbing onto the bed to straddle my thighs.

“Good. Because I’ve never wanted to fuck you more in my life.”

“Please -“

“Shh, save your breath, darling. You’ll be begging again soon enough.”

He slipped his briefs off, chucking them somewhere else in the room before turning all his attention back to me.

“I am going to fuck you through this mattress, and you’re going to take it, like the good girl you are. Does that sound good to you?”

“Fuck - yes,” I practically moaned.

“I knew it would. Perfect little whore for me,” He trailed his hands lightly over my body, leaving soft touches that made goosebumps run up and down my arms. Finally, he landed on my lower stomach, splaying his hand against it, and making my hips jump at the contact.

“But there’s one other thing I wanted to do first…” He trailed off, but with the way he was positioning his face near my entrance, he didn’t need to explain anything further. Immediately, he attached his lips to my already sensitive clit, forcing my hips down with his arm as I writhed against his touch.

My hips jumped up at the contact, and he let out a gravely moan as I watched him lightly grind into the mattress while he continued his motions with his tongue. Every sound I tried to make got caught in my throat, and I struggled to catch my breath, tangling my hands in his hair in desperation for something to hold onto.

He moaned against me when I tugged on his hair, and I moved my hands away in surprise, worried I might’ve hurt him for a second before he pulled away from me, his voice hoarse.

“Fuck do that again, please,” He practically begged, and I nodded before he went back to want he was doing, making his name fall from my lips as I tugged on his hair again.

Between the vibrations from his moans and the feeling of his tongue against me, I knew that I wasn’t going to last much longer. I was almost scared, the feeling building inside of my body unlike anything I’d ever felt before. He could tell I was close, because when I looked back down at him, he locked eyes with me, giving me a small nod.

That was all it took for my body to let go.

My chest heaved on the bed as I attempted to collect my thoughts, a near impossible task with how scattered my mind had become. He returned to his position of straddling my thighs, his hard dick prominent in my sight line. Despite all the stimulation, it still sent a pool of heat rushing through me.

“You still ok? Still green?”

I nodded, not trusting myself to form words at this point. He just shook his head.

“I need you to use your words, love.”

I sucked in a few more deep breathes before saying “How the fuck do you expect me to speak when I just came three times?”

“I asked you a question. I expect you to answer it.”

“Yes, green. Fuck - I need you inside me.”

He groaned at the words, giving me a moment of reprieve as he quickly pulled out a condom, rolling it on before positioning me so that he was behind me. He pushed into me slowly, knowing I would need a chance to adjust as I cried out at how sensitive it was.

“Ok?” He asked again, his voice slightly panicky.

“Yes,” I breathed. It was the same confusing cocktail of pleasure and pain, but I couldn’t get enough of it. “I’ll tell you if I’m not. Promise.”

He nodded, before finally starting to move. It started off slow, giving both of us a chance to adjust to the feeling of each other, but it quickly grew more intense.

His hips began to snap against mine, loud moans from the both of us punctuating every thrust. My eyes were watering, and my hair was stuck to my neck with sweat, but it felt so damn good I wouldn’t ever think to stop.

“Holy fucking - Harry - I can’t -“ I could barely stutter out words, but I felt his hand in my hair before my head was pulled back, the shock making me yelp in surprise.

“You can, and you will.”

I whined, and he released his tight grip on my hair, letting me fall forward onto the mattress. He adjusted the angle a little bit so that my head was buried in a pillow, muffling my cries and moans as he leaned forward to rasp in my ear again.

“Take it, baby. Come on. Take my cock like the angel you are.”

I knew he was getting close - his voice was hoarse, his thrusts more rapid - and I knew I was hanging over the edge with him.

But I didn’t expect it to hit me right then, moans of Harry’s name falling from my lips as he trusted a few more times before coming as well, pulling out of me and collapsing on the bed next to me. I was shaking, not trusting my body enough to move. Small moans left my lips as the last of my orgasm rolled through me, and he collected himself enough to sit up, helping me do the same before pulling me into his arms.

“Love? You still ok?”

I nodded, fully beyond the point of words by now. He accepted it as an answer this time, just holding me gently while I recovered before suggesting we both use the restroom. He went and returned first, unsuccessfully attempting to hide his laugh when I stumbled in my steps forward. I just flipped him off, managing to make it to the bathroom and back without falling on my ass.

While I was in the bathroom, he’d grabbed two small water bottles out of the minifridge in the hotel room. He handed one to me as I crawled back into bed, immediately feeling him wrap his arms around me.

“How are you feeling? Now that you can breathe again,” He joked, but I could tell he was a little bit concerned. We’d had rough sex before, but nothing compared to what just happened.

“Fucking incredible,” I mumbled, already feeling my eyes start to flutter closed. He prompted me to take at least a drink before I set the bottle on the bedside table, cuddling in closer to him as I recovered, hearing him whisper lovingly in my ear.

“You did so good for me darling. You’re so beautiful, god, I adore you. I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too,” I said sleepily, my fingers ghosting over his chest as I laid against him, “That was amazing, baby. You’re amazing. How are you feeling?”

He grinned, tracing his hand lightly over one of my arms, placing a soft kiss to my lips before repeating my words.

“Fucking incredible.”

[mixedmetalroserings]

Hi! I’m Pepper, my main blog is @talltreesandtallbuildings, but this blog is dedicated to my Harry Styles and One Direction fanfictions! I also have a second fanfiction blog that’s dedicated to Criminal Minds/Spencer Reid fanfiction called @spencersstrawberryjello that you can check out if you’re in love with Spencer Reid like I am. 

Fanfiction definitely isn’t the only thing I write, I’m working on a fantasy novel and also studying Journalism, but I’ve found a lot of inspiration in shows and artists I love, so I really enjoy fanfiction as a way to express that (and also indulge in my own cute Harry Styles fantasies because I am in love with him and also incredibly starved for romantic affection). 

Almost all of the scenes on this blog are also posted on my Wattpad (PepperK26), along with some longer fanfictions (both Criminal Minds/Spencer Reid and One Direction/Harry Styles) if you’re interested in checking them out on there! Also, I have a blog on here called @livingthroughfanfiction that I use to reblog fanfiction/fanart/gifs that I love, so absolutely check out all of the amazing stories and stuff on there because that stuff is seriously incredible :)

Feel free to message me if you have any requests or ideas, I’m always looking for new prompts or names to use in one shots!! :) All in all though, I just hope you enjoy and have a lovely rest of your day ❤️

[mixedmetalroserings]

We Know You By Now (Harry Styles x fem!MC)

Summary: After an interviewer makes some gross comments about Harry’s relationship, he has a conversation with his girlfriend about the public’s perception of him. 

Content: Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Swearing and objectifying comments

Word Count: 1079

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I heard the dressing room door slam open, and I immediately turned to see the guys coming back from their interview.

“Hey guys, how did it - Haz?” I cut myself off, noticing Harry staring at the floor, the rest of the band standing around him, unsure of what to do. Zayn was the one to finally break the silence after he didn’t reply.

“We tried to talk to him, but…” He trailed off, and I nodded.

“Can you guys give us a minute?” I asked. They all agreed, taking their leave from the room as I guided Harry to sit down on one of the dressing room couches.

“Baby, can you look at me, please?” I gently prompted, my thumb rubbing soft circles against the back of his hand. When he finally met my gaze, I could see tears brimming his eyes. I just shook my head. “What happened out there, Haz?”

He drew in a shaky breath, his voice trembling as he finally spoke.

“I’m not just using you for your body. You know that, right?”

“Harry of course I know that; where is this coming from?”

“I really do love you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

I could tell he was trying to force back tears, and I pulled him into a hug, gently running my hands along his back.

“Hey, I love you too, baby. And I’m not going anywhere. I’d be lost without you.”

He broke at that, crying openly into my shoulder. The sound made my heart shatter, and I continued my soothing motions, whispering softly in his ear.

“Let it out baby. You’re ok, I’m right here. I’ve got you.”

“They -” He tried to speak, to explain, but he couldn’t manage to get anything out. I just shushed him, holding him as he continued to cry.

It was only when his sobs turned to soft sniffles did he break from the hug, trying desperately to catch his breath. I cupped his face with my hands, gently wiping the tears from his cheeks. He was avoiding my eyes, staring at his own hands as he leaned into the feeling of mine. Finally, I spoke.

“Harry, are you ok?”

He hesitated before shaking his head slightly, collapsing back into my arms. I held him close, laying back on the couch so that he could cuddle on top of me, head resting against my chest as I toyed with his curls.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked after a moment. He considered for a second before he took in another deep breath.

“I’ll be fine. Just… the interviewer was making a lot of comments. About me and you. And I feel like I should be used to it by now, but it really stung.”

“What were they saying to you?” Just hearing him talk about it made me want to punch someone, especially when he held me closer, trying to protect us both from the world outside this dressing room.

“She - she asked me how our relationship was going. And I said that it was going really well, and that we were both very happy, and she followed up with ‘so you really love her?’” He paused again, drawing in another shaky breath before continuing, “And I said yes, of course. And she just laughed a little and said something like ‘her and her ass, right?’ So I immediately said that yes, you’re beautiful, but I love you for who you are, not just for your body, and she just kinda scoffed and rolled her eyes. And she just said -” He cut himself off again, and I watched him reach up to wipe his eyes as he finished his recap, “ - she said ‘oh Harry, we know you by now. But whatever you say.’ I think it was Liam that blessedly changed the subject after that, but honestly, I couldn’t really focus for the rest of the interview. I was just… I don’t know. I just needed to talk to you. Before you saw that.”

“Hazza…” I trailed off, not even sure how to respond. I ran my hands through his soft curls, hearing him sniffle as I tried to collect my thoughts.

I was incredibly disgusted, but for the most part I just felt sad. Sad that this image that was unwillingly pushed on him from such a young age was following him around like this, that he’s had to deal with this shit his entire career.

“I just don’t understand,” He murmured, head still tucked against my chest.

“I know, baby. And I’m so sorry that you have to deal with all of this. But it’s not -”

“No,” He cut me off, and I looked down at him, surprised. “I don’t understand… why are you still here?”

“Oh my god, Harry,” I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tighter, prompting him to look up at me with watery eyes. I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, watching his eyes flutter shut at the gentle affection. When I pulled away, he didn’t break eye contact with me.

“I’m serious. You shouldn’t have to deal with all the rumors, the attacks; you don’t deserve that.”

“Neither do you, Haz. You don’t deserve any of this, and it breaks my heart to hear the disgusting things that people are saying to you. I’m so sorry that you have to put up with all this bullshit, but I’m not sorry that I’m here. I love you more than anything in the whole world, and I’m not going anywhere. I’m not going to be scared away by a bunch of assholes who have absolutely no idea what they’re talking about, making judgements about people that they hardly know. You are the most kind, respectful, incredible man I have ever known, and that fact doesn’t change because of some bullshit image thrust upon you when you were a teenager.”

He was silent for a moment, taking in what I said before he leaned up and kissed me again.

“God, I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve all the love in the world, Harry Styles. I mean it.”

“My love, you’re all that I need.”

I felt him cuddle back up against me when he said it, and I resumed running my hands through his hair, one hand on his back, holding him close.

“I love you so much, Haz.”

“I love you too. Thank you, for being here.”

“I always will.”