#dirty lhh smut

[cinemastyles-backup]

Summary: request by theladyvalkurie - "Pornstar!Harry invites Y/N to be in a video"

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, unprotected sex, sex in front of cameras, hair pulling, choking, oral, scratching, squirting with fingering, just absolute FILTH

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

"So how's work going?" I ask with a slight chuckle, "You must have a lot of hard days."

He shakes his head and laughs, "You're a funny girl, y/n. Funny. Girl." He takes a deep breathe.

"What?" I lean back on the couch and look at him.

"Actually." He scratches his cheek and smiles, "Okay, this is a lot more nerve racking than I thought." He rests his hands on his knees and looks at me, "I want you to be in a video with me."

I about spit out my drink, "I'm sorry. I just thought I heard you ask me to be in a porn video with you."

He nods, "I did."

I raise my eyebrows, "Wow, Harry. Um." I laugh nervously, "That's. Wow."

He raises his hands in defense, "If you don't want to, I totally understand." I shake my head, "I didn't say I didn't want to."

He tilts his head, "Huh?"

"I just, needed a minute to process what the fuck you just asked me." I walk over to him and tilt his head up with my finger, "I'll do it." His hand slides up my legs and land on my hips, "Yeah?"

I nod and smile at him, "What's the video going to be?" I sit on his lap and wrap an arm around his neck, "Step sister? I'll be the naughty little school girl?"

He smirks and runs his finger up and down my leg, "It can be anything you want it to be."

I nod and think for a moment, "How about, I be your little sex slave. You can do anything you want to me." He raises an eyebrow, "What are you boundaries?"

I laugh, "From the amount of times we've fucked, I think you know what my boundaries are."

He nods, "You're right, y/n." He pulls me closer to him, his hard cock pushing into my leg, "What do you say we practice one more time? Hmm." He nuzzles his nose against my neck.

I bite my lip and stand up, "Let's let the tension rise so we can give your crew a good show tomorrow, hmm." He scoffs, "You're going to do me like that?" I stand up, "No. I'm going to do you tomorrow."

"Text me when you get home?"

I turn to him, "Harry. I live right next door." He smirks, "I know."

"Okay." I bite my lip and exit his apartment. I walk a few feet to my door and walk in.

Me: I'm home. That walk was treacherous.

I set my phone down on the counter and lean on it, agreeing to what Harry asked hitting me.

So many questions are flying around in my head making me think I should have stayed and practiced with Harry.

"Fuck it." I grab my phone and walk back over to Harry's, knocking on the door.

"Coming." He yells from inside. A few seconds later he opens the door, "Change your mind?" He asks with a smirk. I look up at him with a smirk, "Maybe."

He nods for me to come in. I walk past him, "I just have a bunch of questions that I didn't know I had until I got home."

"You were gone for five minutes." He chuckles, "What's up?"

"Do I have to exaggerate my moans and shit like the girls do in the videos?"

"You mean fake it?" He squints, "Do you fake it with me, y/n?"

I start to panic and shake my head, "No, no, no."

He smirks, "I'm just fucking with you, chill out." I push his shoulder and sigh, "Not funny. This is going to be on the internet, Harry. I don't want to embarrass myself."

He walks over and cups my face, "I promise you. You'll be the biggest hit on the internet."

I bite my lip, "Yeah?"

"Oh yeah." He nods and goes to step back but I grab him and push myself against him, kissing his lips. He wraps an arm around me and pulls away, "So you do want to rehearse this?"

"Shut up." I pull him back to me and he lifts me up. He carries me over to the couch and sits down so I'm straddling him. His hands grope my ass and slowly slide my leggings down so he can feel my skin.

"I want to fuck your throat tomorrow."

"You have full control over me." I smirk and slide down, my knees hitting the carpet, "Anything you want." He bites his lip and starts to slide his pants down.

My eyes focus on his cock and I wrap my hand around it, "You're so big." I say like the way they say it in the porn videos. He laughs, "Shut up." I smirk and wrap my lips around the tip, slowly licking his precum off.

He gasps and tilts his head back, "Fuck." I work my way down slowly, using my fingers to gently massage his balls which earns me a loud moan.

I sit back, "All yours." I open my mouth and stick my tongue out. He stands up and places his cock on my tongue. I look up at him from under my lashes and he smirks before slipping his cock into my mouth, pushing it into my throat.

I gag slightly and close my eyes preparing myself for him. He starts to slowly thrusts as he holds my head still. His thrusts become a bit rougher and faster.

Tears well up into my eyes and the noise of him in my throat fill my ears.

He pulls out and lifts me to my feet, "I want to taste you." He sets me down on the couch and gets down on his knees. He pulls my pants off and spreads my knees apart. He licks his lips before leaning it, slipping his tongue in and out of me.

I arch my back off the couch and moan at his touch, "Fuck, Harry." He slips his arms under my legs and pulls my hips into him. I dig my heels into his back and claw at the couch, "Fuck."

He groans as he slurps at my pussy. His fingers dig into my skin.

"H-Harry." I gasp as I twist his long hair into my fists, "Oh Shit." I moan loud and tilt my head back as he brings me to orgasm, "Fuck, fuck." I repeat over and over again.

He pulls away and kisses up my legs, leaning over me to kiss my lips, "Devine as always." He points to the arm of the chair, "Bend over that."

I nod and get into position. He places one foot on the couch and the other is on the floor. He spits, which I can feel run down over my ass. He rubs it on my pussy before pushing the head of his cock in.

"Fuck." He groans deeply, "Tomorrow is going to be so fun." He thrusts all the way in and pulls my hips to meet him.

I gasp and tilt my head back, him taking the opportunity to grab a fist full of my hair and yank, "You like that, huh?" I moan in response.

His thrusts are hard and slow, "I can't wait to fuck you in front of those cameras tomorrow."

"Show everyone how much of a dirty girl you really are."

"Harry." I whimper as my body starts to shake. He reaches around and rubs my clit in circles, "Cum for me, y/n."

I gasp and hand my head down, pushing against him as much as I can. I squeeze my thighs together as my high rips through me for the second time.

He wraps and arm around my waist and kisses my shoulder as his thrusts finally get sloppy. He pulls out and I can feel his cum spurt all over my back and asscheeks.

He rests his forehead on my shoulder as we both breathe heavy.

"Stay there I'll go get you a towel." He kisses my head as he goes to the bathroom. He comes out and wipes off my back side, "There ya go."

I sit down on the couch and take a deep breathe, "I think we'll be fine for tomorrow." He chuckles, "That we will."

"So like, is it nerve racking to do that on camera?" I grab a blanket and cover my body as I stretch out on the couch. He slides his boxers on and sits down, "Eh, sometimes. You get used to it."

I nod, "Hmm."

"Why? You want to make a career out of it?" He smirks, "I can make that happen."

I roll my eyes, "Only if it's with you, Mr Styles."

"I can make that happen."

I smile slightly, "We'll see."

——

"Ready to go?" Harry asks as he leans against the doorway of the bathroom.

I turn around and nod, "Let's do this."

We walk down to Harry's car and he opens my door, "Wow. Such a gentleman." I tease as I slip in. He shuts my door and walks around to his, "I try my best."

I chew on the inside of my lip, the nerves about having sex in front of a group of people setting it.

"Oh, by the way, I made some phone calls after you fell asleep last night. It'll just be one person in with us today. I made sure to make it as comfortable as I could for you." He looks over at me and smiles.

I sigh, "Okay good. Because I was afraid I would have chickened out if there was a whole stadium watching us."

He laughs, "A stadium? There's like 5 at most sometimes. I mean, it depends on what video you're doing but still."

I stare out the window as we drive to our destination.

"Just stay focused on me the whole time, alright? I got you." He lays a hand on my leg to comfort me. I nod once and lay a hand on his.

"And we're here." He puts his window down and stops at the shack thing, "Harry Styles and y/n y/l/n."

"Have a good shoot guys." The guard says while tipping his hat.

"Oh we will." Harry winks at me before pulling into his parking spot. "Ready? Let's go meet the crew." I get out of the car and Harry takes my hand, "If you want to stop at anytime, just let me know."

"I'll be okay. I just have to get over this anxiety. I want to do this." I smirk, "We're doing this." He lays his arm over my shoulder and we walk into the building.

"Hey Styles. This must be y/n." A man with a beard holds his hand out for me to shake. I lay my hand into him and he nods, "Nice to meet you, I'm Hoyt. I am the camera man for most of these videos on this side of the studio. That over there, that's who we call, Tad. He's one of the directors."

"Nice to meet you." I look over in the direction of Tad and he nods with a smile and a small wave.

"Which room will we be shooting in today, Hoyt?" Harry asks, "Please tell me it's the light room."

"It is in fact the light room." Hoyt nods with a laugh, "Go give y/n the walk through and I'll see you guys soon."

Harry pulls me down a hall. I can hear loud, over exaggerated moans coming from within the walls.

"That's Zak and Mia. Drama queens." Harry rolls his eyes and stops outside of a door labeled with L.R.

"This." He open the door, "Is where we'll be." He motions for me to step inside and the room is lit up with purple led lights all around the top trim of the walls. There is a large bed, a leather couch and weird, long looking chair that I'm guessing you lay on? I have no idea.

The bed has handcuffs already attached to all four corners of it and there's a wall with different toys and props.

"You like it?" Harry asks walking up behind me. He places a hand on my waist. I turn towards him, "Can't wait to fuck you in the light room."

"Hey Harry. Is this y/n?" A lady asks standing at the door. He nods, "Yes this is. Y/n, this is Stacy. She does the hair, makeup, and styling."

"Hi." I smile and wave.

She smiles, "Whenever you're ready, I'm three doors down on the left." She walks away and I look at Harry, "I guess I better go get ready."

——

"All done."

I turn to look in the mirror and I'm shocked at how hot I look. This green lace set really looks good on me. "Wow. Thank you!" I turn to Stacy and she smiles, "Anything for our performers." She winks.

I throw on the robe she gave me and I walk back into the room. Harry is sitting there with jeans and a white floral print shirt that's halfway unbuttoned, taking to Hoyt.

"There she is!" He smiles and walks over to me, "Whenever you're ready to start you just let me know." I nod and start to untie my robe. I pause for a moment, kicking out all of my anxiety.

I look over at Hoyt, "Ready?" He nods, "I'll roll whenever that robe comes off, honey." I smile slightly and nod. I look at Harry who's sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me.

He tilts his head and has his palms pressed together as his elbows rest on his knees.

I slip the robe off my shoulders and out of the corner of my eye, I see Hoyt raise the camera.

I slowly walk towards Harry as I continue to take the robe off. I let it drop just as I get over to him and his hands immediately find contact with my skin.

I straddle him and lean down with him as he lays back. We start to make out and I arch my back, sticking my ass out more for the shot.

His hands slide up and down my body, slipping in and out of the straps of my outfit.

We roll over and he kisses down my neck, over my chest and down my stomach. He leans up, "Take this off for me." He pulls a strap on my thigh and lets it snap against my skin.

I sit up onto my knees and reach behind me to undo my bra. I teasingly slide the material down my arms and off my body, dropping it on the bed beside me.

My hands cup my boobs as I slide them down my stomach. I lifts my legs up and slide my panties down my legs, just as slow.

He grabs my ankles as soon as they're off and pulls me to the end of the bed. I spread my legs and he kisses up my calf and thigh until he gets to my clit. He takes it between his lips and starts to suck and flick it with his tongue.

I gasp and arch my back. My eyes roll back at the sensation and I let out a moan.

Harry brings his hand up and continues to rub as he moves down and licks up my slit. I look down at him and watch as he eats me out, whimpering and moaning as the feeling.

"Harry." I moan loudly, "Fuck." I run a hand through his hair and push his face into me. He slides his finger down and slips it into me. I gasp and pull his hair a bit harder. He moans at the feeling and slips another finger in. He starts to finger fuck me fast, "Cum for me."

I reach down and rub my clit, becoming a whimpering moaning mess, "Shit. Shit. Shit." I moan loud and gasp as I can feel myself squirt onto his hand.

"That's it baby, fuck." He groans, "You gunna do that again for me?" He looks up at me and I nod, breathing heavy.

"Good girl." He inserts his fingers again and starts up at his pace. My fingers go to my clit again and I pull my leg back, moaning as the feeling comes back, "Fuck." I arch my back off the bed as Harry moan, "That a girl. Fuck."

He stands up and starts to unbutton his shirt. I keep my fingers on my clit as I watch him take his clothes off, "I need you." I whimper, "Fuck. I need you so bad."

Once he's naked he crawls on top of me, "You'll get me here soon, baby." He brings a hand up and runs a thumb over my bottom lip, "I need to fuck that gorgeous mouth of yours."

He moves up so he's hovering above my chest. I bring my hands up and wrap both hands around his cock, pumping him as I suck on the tip.

"Fuck, baby." He moans as he smooths my hair out. I look up at him, "Whenever you want it." I open my mouth and stick my tongue out. He groans quietly as he taps the tip on my tongue a few times.

He slips his cock into my mouth and it goes straight into my throat, "Oh fuck you feel so good." He moans as he thrusts in and out of my mouth, "Fuck."

The sound of saliva squishing and me gagging is loud. Tears streak down my cheeks as he's a bit rougher than he was last nights "Shit!" He grabs my hair and bobs my head to meet his thrusts, "Shit baby."

He pulls out and stands up, "Come here." I sit up and crawl over to him. He turns me around and spreads my ass cheeks apart, circling his fingers around my top hole, "You look so tight."

His fingers move down to my pussy and his fingers enter me again, curling them slowly as his thumb rubs my clit. I moan and arch my back again, "Harry." I moan as I reach around to spread my cheek for him.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard." He pulls my hips as he lines himself up, thrusting in causing me to scream out with pain and pleasure, as I'm still a little sore from last nights fucking.

His grip is hard, probably enough to leave bruises and his thrusts are so hard and deep I think I blacked out for a moment because it felt so good.

Hoyt brings the camera around to capture my reaction to Harry's cock and I give him an honest shot. My fingers are clawing at the bed sheets as my eyes roll back. Moaning and groaning with each hit of Harry's hips on my ass.

"Fuck!" I squeal out as I can feel my orgasm coming again, "Harry! Please do-don't stop. Don-" I let out a scream as he pull out and vigorously rubs my clit.

My body jolts forward and back as I cum, all over the bed.

"That's it. That's fucking it." Harry groans as slips back into me, "Fuck. Your pussy feels so good." He rubs my asshole with his thumb and slowly slips it in. I gasp and throw my head back at the added pleasure.

"Fuck, fuck." I moan and push my hips back to meet his thrusts, "Your cock feels so good." I moan loudly and throw my head down into the mattress.

"Cum all over my cock, I know you wanna cum again." He groans while bringing his hand down to connect hard with my skin.

His words. His voice. How he's fucking me is enough to keep making me cum back to back to back.

I grip the sheets and clench around him as the third orgasm shreds through my body. My legs get shakey and my head goes fuzzy, "F-fuck."

"Turn around here." He groans and I turn around as quickly as I can once he pulls out. I close my eyes just as his cum shoots out and lays on my face. I stick my tongue out and catch some on there.

"Fuck." He gasps and moans as he comes down off his high, "Shit." He opens his eyes and looks down at me. He smiles as he takes his finger and drags it through his cum, placing his finger in my mouth for me to suck clean.

"And cut." Hoyt says, "That was so fucking hot. The comfortability level was insane. The people are going to love this." He snaps and points at Harry, "Great job, mate."

Harry nods and grabs a robe, draping it over my shoulders, "There's a bathroom right through that door. Go get cleaned up and I'll meet you out here." He runs a hand over my hair and smiles, "You did amazing."

I smile and walk to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

——

A few days later I walk into Harry's apartment. He's on the phone with someone with a big smile on his face.

"Fuck, that's amazing. Yes, please. No, no. I'll tell her, I'll tell her." He looks over at me and points, "Yeah she's here now so I'll call you right back."

He hangs up the phone and throws it on the couch, "They want to give us our own channel."

My eyes go wide, "Th- what?"

"Our own channel, y/n. You and me. The users absolutely went feral over our video. Something about the level of intimacy and connection we had." He walks over, "Only if you're down for it."

"It will only be you and I fucking each other?" I raise an eye brow, "No one else?"

He shakes his head, "Not unless you want there to be."

I smirk, "Well, I guess I can finally stop being jealous about you fucking other girls now, so I'm in."

"You what?" He leans back and looks at me.

"I said I'm in." I smile and sit down on the couch. He shakes his head, "No no, the part before that." I cross my arms, "We'll only be fucking each other?"

"After that, y/n." He sits down next to me, "Why didn't you say anything?" I shrug, "Because we are only f.w.b's. You're not supposed to get feelings."

"We'll we aren't just f.w.b's anymore. We're co-workers." He winks and I laugh, gently smacking his shoulder, "Let's plan some videos."

——

You can find part two here

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[cinemastyles-blog]

Summary: y/n can’t sleep so Harry gets a “you up” text.

Warnings: SMUT18+, unprotected sex, strong language, oral, filth, some fluff at the end

Master

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I tossed and turned for what felt like hours.

I let out a sigh, fighting the urges to call him. I haven't spoke to Harry in weeks because I was getting feelings and feelings for Harry were a no go.

"Fuck it." I roll over and slap my hand on my phone, dragging it over me. I go into my messages and scroll down to Harry's name. I chew on my lip, really debating if I want to do this.

I do.

I sink low and send him the typical, you up? text that most guys send at this time.

He might not even be up. I start to breathe a little faster. Anxiety mixed with excitement.

I get a text back and sure enough, he's up.

Harry:  Well well well, if it ain't little miss lonely.

I scoff and roll my eyes,

Me: What's that supposed to mean?

Harry: Come over and I'll tell you.

I bite my lip and smirk,

Me: What's in it for me?

Harry: Come over and I'll show you.

I sigh, "Doesn't this man know what sexting is?" I sit up and I swear my thumbs move on their own,

Me: On my way.

I smile and try to keep my excitement down to a minimum. "Oh shit. Shit shit." I get up and quickly make myself look decent. I throw on a sweatshirt and leggings and slip on my shoes.

I quietly sneak past my sisters room and walk down the steps.

I grab my purse and grab my keys off the hook.

"Where are you going?" My sister asks popping around the corner, scaring the absolute shit out of me.

"Ah! Julie I almost killed you." I yell, "What the fuck are you doing?" She crosses her arms and smirks, "I can ask you the same thing. You going to see Harry?"

I look at her quickly, "What? N-no. I'm going to-" I sigh, "Yes."

She shakes her head, "He's more than a temporary fix for you and you both just see to realize that." She says as she walks away.

"What?" I say turning towards her. She stops on the steps and leans down over the banister, "Don't keep him waiting."

I scoff and look at my phone,

Harry: Come on, love. I can't wait to see you.

Me: I'm coming, I'm coming. Chill out.

I walk out and get into my car. I put on my music and grip the steering wheel tight before I start driving.

He's more than a temporary fix for you and you both just see to realize that.

I think about what Julie said, over and over again. Her voice playing in my head the whole time I drive to Harry's.

I sit in my car and I look up at his apartment, butterflies start to fill my stomach.

Me: I'm here. I'll be up.

I get out and lock my car, slowly walking up the steps to his door. I knock a few times before the door opens.

There stands Harry. Hot and shirtless. Tattoos on full display.

I bite my lip as my eyes scan over his half naked body, his voice snapping me out of my stare.

"Are you coming in, or are you just going to stand there and gawk over me."

I look up at him and shake my head with a smirk, "Shut up." I walk in past him and push his shoulder. He shuts the door and presses his back against it with his arms crossed over his chest.

"What?" I ask while setting my bag on the couch.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of having you being here at this hour?" He chuckles. I shrug, "I guess I just .. needed a temporary fix."

"Yeah?" He walks over to me, "I told you can call me when you're lonely." He brushes hair off my shoulder and tucks it behind my ear, "When you can't sleep.." he slides his hands down to my hips and pulls me into him, "I'll always be your temporary fix."

I look from his eyes up to his lips and smirk before he leans down and kisses me which quickly turns into a very hot make out.

"I've missed you." He mumbles lowly.

I nod in agreement, slipping my hoodie off over my head and tossing it to the ground. I connect my lips with his and he unhooks my bra, sliding it down over my arms and dropping it.

He backs me up into his bedroom, not breaking the kiss.

My knees bend as I hit the bed and I fall back, pulling him with me. He holds his weight up as he hovers over me.

He places kisses down my chest and stomach and takes off my pants and panties together in one swift motion.

I raise my eyebrows.

He shrugs and crawls back onto me, "What?" He kisses me, "I said I've missed you." I giggle and wrap my arms around his neck.

"Didn't you miss me?" He teases, "Didn't you miss how my cock feels inside that tight little pussy you have? Hmm." He kisses my neck and sucks on a spot.

I whimper, "Y-yes." I run my fingers through his hair and arch my back as I can feel him sinking his teeth into my skin, "Fuck."

He kisses up to my ear, "Ive also missed those lips of yours."

"Which ones?" I joke and he looks up at me, "Both of them." He pushes his sweats down immediately freeing his cock.

My eyes flick down and I lick my lips, "Let me suck you off for a little." I look back up to him and he nods eagerly.

I nod for him to lay on the bed and I get up on my knees to finish taking off his sweats. I get myself into position, laying on my belly with my feet kicking in the air behind me.

I lean in and lick a long stripe up the shaft of his cock and he gasps, "Oh." I lick the tip, tasting his salty precum, "Mm, someone's excited." I tease playfully.

He tilts his head and nods once with his teeth holding onto his bottom lip.

I wrap my hand around him and work my way onto his cock. I swirl my tongue and bob my head, each bob earning a moan that gets louder and louder.

"Shit." He gasps laying a hand on the back of my head. He gently pushes my head further down and I let him. I gag slightly as he hits the back of my throat and he jerks his hips, "Fuck, baby."

I hold it there for a few moments as he thrusts his hips slowly.

"O-okay. Come here." He runs a hand up and down my back. I sit up and wipe my mouth before straddling him. Without a word, I slowly sink down into him.

My lips part slowly as I close my eyes and tilt my head back, enjoying the feeling of finally having him inside of me after not having him for weeks.

"Still feel so good." He moans. He grips my hips and starts to slowly rock them. I gasp and look at him, "That feels so good." He smirks and watches me. He leans his head forward so I can wrap and arm around his neck.

I start to bounce, moaning into his neck, "Harry." He wraps and arm around my waist and holds me, moaning along with me.

I wrap my arms tighter around him as I can feel my orgasm approaching, "M'gonna cum." I whimper, "Fuck, Harry."

He turns his head and kisses my neck, biting the same sensitive spot he already marked me with, "Cum on my cock."

I rock my hips, getting him to hit exactly where I need him to hit and I gasp loudly followed by the scream of his name, "Harry, fuck fuck." I groan and arch my back so my chest is pressed more into his.

He thrusts his hips up to meet mine, fucking me through my leg shaking orgasm.

He rolls us over so he's on top now, "Feel good?"

I bite my lip and smile, "Always."

He slides a hand up to my neck and gently starts to squeeze the sides. He starts to thrust again but slow and hard. He watches my face as my eyes roll back and I smile.

"You dirty girl. You like being choked don't you?"

I keep smiling and nod.

He thrusts all the way in and pushes against me, "You're so fucking hot." He slowly moves his hips causing me to whimper.

He removes his hand from my throat and leans down to kiss me, "Where do you want me to cum?" I open my mouth and stick my tongue out.

He nods with a smirk, "As you wish." He starts to thrusts again at a faster pace. He groans and grips my hips tight, tilting his head back.

He pulls out and I quickly get up, wrapping my lips around the head and pumping. He tangles his fingers into my hair and moans as he pumps his hot cum into my throat.

"Fuck, baby, Mm, fuck." He moans as I suck him clean. I lean and fall back onto the bed. He lays down on his stomach next to me, "that.." he blows air and smiles.

I nod, "one hundred percent." I look up at the ceiling and bite my lip. I didn't realize Harry was staring at me until a few minutes later.

"What's going on in that beautiful brain of yours?" He props himself up onto one of his elbows, "Whatcha thinkin about?"

I look over at him and shake my head, "Nothing, it's nothing."

He lays a hand on mine, "It's obviously not just nothing, what's going on?"

I sigh and laugh slightly, "My.. uh, my sister said something to me when she caught me sneaking out and I can't stop thinking about it."

"Uh oh. What did the all mighty Julie have to say?" He chuckles.

I think for a moment, "That.. you're not just a temporary fix for me." I slowly look over at him and he has a smile plastered on his lips.

"What?" I ask slightly embarrassed, "Harry don't ma-"

He brings a hand up to turn my head towards him, "That Talia I told you about.." he pauses and I nod, "Yeah? What about her?"

"She isn't real."

"Huh?" I ask confused.

He shakes his head, "I mean, she is, but she has a girlfriend and I just told you that to see if you'd get jealous because I wanted to see if you caught feelings like I did."

"Feelings we're hooked lined and sunk a while ago buddy."

"Buddy? Did you just friendzone me?" He laughs and leans in, "I don't want to be just a temporary fix for you anymore." He kisses my forehead.

"Good because I don't want you to be either." I place my lips on his and we fall asleep cuddling with our naked bodies as close to one another as they can be.

——

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[lemoncrushh]

Filthy Cute

Summary: You and Harry are in a secret relationship, and you get a little jealous when you think he’s flirting with your friend.

Warnings: age gap, forbidden relationship, smut, spanking, possessiveness, oral sex, dirty talk, fingering, edging, daddy kink, praise kink, size kink, breeding kink. 18+ ONLY!

Word Count: 6918

Author's Notes: This is a little bit of a twist on the older!harry trope. This is lhh but he’s older and he’s not a CEO or super rich, but a musician who’s already had his moment in the spotlight. While there are no specific ages given, y/n is still living with her parents after college, and Harry is somewhere in his 30s. The title is taken from a lyric of the Prince song “Cream”.

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“Ugh, I’m tired!” whined Piper. “How much longer do we have to be here?”

Pulling your phone out of your back pocket, you checked the time. “Just thirty minutes left.”

Piper continued to pout as she leaned against the brick wall. Since nine that morning, the two of you had been out in the blistering heat washing cars with a handful of other girls for the college dance team fundraiser. While you had already graduated, Piper was still attending and one of the stars of the team, so you agreed to help out when she asked you.

Grabbing your water bottle, you’d chugged about half of it when you heard Piper shout. “Oh my God! It’s that guy!”

“What guy?” you turned your head to see a familiar car pulling up in front of the building next to the car wash.

“That guy that lives down your street. That rockstar guy.”

You almost choked when you saw the long-haired man climb out of the black car. Harry. Your boyfriend. Well…sort of boyfriend. The two of you had secretly been seeing each other for the last three months. You hadn’t told anyone, not even your friends because the relationship was pretty taboo to say the least. He was quite a bit older than you, and with you still living at home, just barely out of school, you knew your parents wouldn’t approve. You’d both agreed to keep it secret for the time being, and to be honest, you found it even more thrilling because of it.

“He must be getting some froyo,” Piper commented as you watched Harry open the door to the yogurt shop. “Nice car, too. I wonder if he needs a wash.”

As though he heard her, Harry pulled his sunglasses off his eyes just in time to catch a glimpse of the both of you. Piper bravely waved at him, and you saw his lips curl up, his dimples dipping in his cheeks. Your stomach flipped when you noticed him release the door from his hand and set his shades on his head, holding back his long hair like a headband. Then in long strides, he walked toward you.

“Hi ladies,” he greeted.

“Hi,” Piper tilted her head and squinted her eyes. “Need a car wash?”

“Maybe,” Harry chuckled. “What’s it for?”

“We’re trying to raise money for the State University Dance Team.”

“The university has a dance team?” Harry raised a brow. His gaze shifted to you, though you weren’t the one speaking. You simply smiled at him as his eyes silently said what your insides did.

“Of course!” Piper giggled. “I’m the captain!”

“Oh!” Harry returned his attention to her, giving her a salute. “Well then, Captain, where shall I park my boat?”

You watched your friend turn bright red as she tried her best not to laugh too loudly. “Over there in that spot would be great,” she pointed.

“Right then. I’ll be right back,” Harry winked which only added to Piper’s giggles.

You caught the gleam in Harry’s eyes before he turned toward his car, unlocking it with the key fob. Then rolling your own eyes, you grabbed your bucket and brought it to the hose to fill it.

“He’s really hot up close,” remarked Piper as she stood next to you. You felt your skin prickle. Of course he was. You knew this firsthand. But you weren’t about to tell her that. “Isn’t he like forty or something?”

A laugh burst from your throat then, unavoidably. “No. He’s…in his thirties…I think.”

“Whatever,” Piper shrugged. “He looks good.”

As Harry pulled up the drive and into the spot Piper had indicated, you quickly grabbed your sponge and got to washing his car, before he even got out.

“Woah, quick little thing, you are,” he said when you saw his boot hit the pavement next to you.

“Y/N, that’s rude!” Piper hissed just as Harry shut his door. “Sorry about that, Mr…”

“Styles. But please, call me Harry,” he said, holding out his hand.

“Alright, Harry,” your friend beamed, shaking his hand. “I’m Piper.”

“Lovely to meet you, Piper. And you’re…Y/N?” he pointed at you.

You rolled your eyes again at his blatant attempt to pretend he didn’t know you. You supposed it was for the best, but you couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed. At what exactly, you weren’t sure.

“Yes,” you nodded, scrubbing his rear fender.

“And you’re both on the dance team?” Harry gestured.

“No, Y/N’s not,” said Piper as she bent over to wet her sponge in her bucket. “Just me…and the rest of my team there. Y/N’s already graduated, but she’s my bestie so she was sweet enough to volunteer.”

“That was very kind of you.” You looked up to see a sincere expression on his face. You smiled, earning one back from him.

“Well this will take a little while, Mr. Sty- I mean, Harry,” Piper blushed. “We have waters and sodas over there in that cooler if you want anything to drink while you wait.”

“Actually, I was thinking of grabbing something next door.”

“Oh,” Piper nodded. “Perfect.”

“I’ll be back in a bit,” Harry waved, giving you what seemed like an extra long stare before turning for the yogurt shop.

“Hey, is this the last car of the day?” another one of the girls, Ana, called out as she walked toward you. The SUV she and two other girls had been washing pulled out of the parking lot, looking shiny and new.

“Yeah, I think so,” you said. “Wanna give us a hand?”

“Of course, the sooner we can get out of here, the better! I’m starved!”

Ana waved over the other girls, and before you knew it, the teamwork had paid off and Harry’s car was sparkling.

“Thanks so much, guys,” you said. “I appreciate your help.”

“Yeah, good job ladies!” cheered Piper, giving the other three high fives. “You can go if you want. We’ll wait here for our payment and we’ll clean up the buckets and stuff.”

The rest of the team thanked you for participating, giving you hugs. You all giggled when your wet shirts wanted to cling together.

“Well, what do you think?” asked Piper with a grin. “Do you think Mr. Styles will be pleased?”

You stood back to admire your work. “Yeah, I think-”

“I think he’ll be very pleased,” you heard a voice say.

Lifting your eyes, you saw Harry walking up the drive, a froyo cup in each hand, a grin on his handsome face.

“Excellent job, ladies,” he said, stepping closer to you and Piper. “I reckon you’ve earned a treat.”

You nearly choked at his words, suddenly in a fit of coughs. That was one of his phrases he used with you in bed when you’d “been a good girl” as he put it. Piper eyed you with wide eyes of her own, urging you to stop coughing until you reached for a water from the table.

“You alright, Y/N?” asked Harry. “Was it something I said?”

After guzzling half the bottle, you looked at him with narrowed eyes and a set jaw. He smirked, knowing full well what he was doing before turning back to Piper.

“Anyway, I do intend to pay, don’t worry,” he chuckled holding out a cup of vanilla with sprinkles. “Just wanted to give you two a little extra for your hard work.”

“Wow, thanks Mr. Styles,” beamed Piper as she took the yogurt from him.

“Harry, please,” he insisted.

“Harry…” she smiled wide.

You didn’t miss the way she shifted her weight onto her right hip and tilted her head at him. You also didn’t miss the way Harry’s eyes landed on her wet t-shirt, the damp material clinging to her chest and revealing the outline of her bra. Then spooning a bit of the froyo, Piper stuck out her tongue and met the spoon with it, giving it a not-so-subtle suck.

Clearing your throat, you set down your water bottle. Harry turned to you, holding out his other hand.

“For you, love,” he said.

Your hands grazed each other as you took your cup, Harry’s pinky finger locking around yours for just a moment before he let go.

“Thanks,” you muttered.

“You’re very welcome,” he said.

The chill of the frozen yogurt instantly cooled you and made you calm - that is until Harry reached for his wallet and pulled out some cash.

“Um…I suppose I give this to the captain?” he asked.

“Mmm, yes, I’ll take that, thank you!” squealed Piper, popping the spoon from her mouth and quickly taking the bills from him. Then she stopped, her jaw wide open as she gasped. “Mr. Styles! This is two twenties! The car wash is only five!”

Harry shrugged, a smug expression on his handsome face. “Consider it a contribution.”

“Wow! Thank you Mr. S-, I mean…Harry. That’s really sweet of you.”

You didn’t miss the way Piper batted her lashes at him, nor the way he responded silently with a wink. Deciding you’d had enough of this awkward little show, you set down your yogurt cup and pulled out your phone.

“Hey Piper, I’m getting an Uber now,” you announced. “We should probably finish cleaning up.”

“Oh,” she blinked, looking over at you as though she’d forgotten you were there. “Yeah, okay.”

“Wait, an Uber?” Harry glared at you, then back at your friend.

“Yeah, I know it’s kinda funny for us to do a car wash when neither of us have a car of our own,” Piper chuckled. “But you know, broke college girl here. And Y/N sometimes drives her mom’s car, but she needed it today.”

Although Harry knew your vehicle situation already, you shrugged.

“Oh, well c’mon, we can’t have you spending money when I have a car right here. I’d be happy to drive you ladies home.”

“Seriously?” Piper beamed.

“Of course. I was headed home anyway. I have no other plans.”

You looked at Piper who looked at you with wide eyes. “If you don’t mind waiting a few minutes,” you pointed out. “We just have to clean up.”

“Yeah, plus we have to bring the buckets and cooler and stuff with us. Is that okay?” added Piper.

“No problem at all,” said Harry. “I’ll go ahead and load the ice chest into the boot.”

You couldn’t help but smile as your handsome boyfriend opened his trunk and lifted the heavy cooler, his muscles flexing. Just as your mind started thinking of the things you hoped he would do with those muscles later, Piper knocked your shoulder with hers, getting your attention.

“Look at him, he’s so hot and lean!” she breathed through her teeth. “I wanna climb him like a tree.”

Part of you wanted to snap at her that he was yours and not up for grabs, but you knew better. Instead, you reached for a bucket to rinse out just as he slammed the trunk shut.

“Ready when you are, ladies,” Harry announced. “I’ll get the a/c going so you won’t die of a heat stroke.”

“I think I’m already dying,” Piper fanned herself as she crouched down to scrub the other bucket.

Once the buckets and sponges were all rinsed out, you turned off the hose while Piper carried them to Harry’s car, opening the back door. You heard them laughing as you made your way to the passenger side.

“All done,” you declared when you noticed Piper had already claimed the front seat. Sliding into the back next to the buckets, you quickly buckled your seatbelt before lifting your eyes to catch Harry’s looking at you in the rearview mirror.

“Wanna put your address in the GPS there, Piper?” he directed as he pulled out of the lot.

Once Piper had done as instructed, you sat back and listened as the two of them somehow slipped into an easy, casual conversation about school and the dance team. Your friend then asked Harry if he was a musician to which he chuckled.

“I am, yeah,” he smirked.

“Ooh, I thought so. Are you like a rockstar?”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms.

“Eh, I wouldn’t say that. I was in a band. We made a few records.”

“Would I know any of your songs?” Piper inquired.

“Maybe. Depends on what you listen to.”

“Do you have any you could play for us?”

You groaned, hoping to God he didn’t. Not that his music wasn’t any good. On the contrary - you thought it was remarkable. But just like Harry himself, you weren’t ready to share any part of him with anyone else just yet. He was yours alone, and you wanted to keep it that way.

Harry laughed, “Not on me, sorry.”

You caught the pout on Piper’s lips which made you grin. You quickly wiped the smile off your face though when Piper turned to look at you.

“Should I ask him to sing for us?”

Before you could reply, Harry chuckled harder, shaking his head. “I’m afraid the answer would be no, love.”

“Aww, why not?” Piper whined.

“Because…” he paused, his eyes catching yours in the rearview again. “I don’t perform on the spot.” Then he looked at Piper. “Not without my guitar, at least.”

“Bummer,” Piper sighed, sitting back in her seat. “Sorry, Y/N, looks like Mr. Styles isn’t a real rockstar after all.”

“What?” Harry snorted.

“I guess you just look like one,” Piper quipped.

Harry scoffed, shaking his head. But you noticed the dimples in his cheeks and the gleam in his eye. He was loving the attention.

Fortunately, just at that moment, the GPS directed Harry to turn right into Piper’s neighborhood. Then making a quick left, and another right, he pulled into her parents’ driveway. Opening the trunk, he quickly retrieved the cooler, setting it down on the pavement. Piper grabbed the buckets from the back seat next to you, giving you a look.

“I’ll call you later,” she mouthed.

You simply nodded. She thanked you again for helping out before shutting the door. You heard her thank Harry as he dragged the cooler up the driveway and onto the carport where he stopped and gave her a hug. You didn’t miss the way he pulled her close when she threw her arms around him. You pretended to be inspecting your nails when he returned to the car and slid in behind the wheel.

“Do you wanna get in the front seat now?” he asked you.

“No,” you replied curtly, gazing out the window.

“What? Why not?”

Sighing through your nose, you lifted your eyes. “She’s still watching,” you muttered.

“Oh,” Harry sounded, stealing a glance back at Piper. “So. You can still come sit up here beside me.”

“It’s okay,” you said.

Shifting the car into reverse, Harry stretched his arm across the back of the passenger seat, his expression berating, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Something wrong with you, Y/N?” he asked as he backed out of the driveway. Then shifting into drive, he gave a quick wave to Piper who waved back before heading down her street.

“No.”

“Y/N?” His jade eyes met yours again in the rearview mirror as he turned onto the main road. You rode in silence for a minute or two before he said your name again. “Y/N. What is it, kitten?”

You scoffed at his pet name for you, the sound of it from his lips making you even more perturbed. How dare he use it now after what he’d just so blatantly done in front of you!

“What the fuck was that?” you blurted, the jealousy that had been boiling in your gut finally making its way to your mouth.

“What was what?”

“That!”

“Wh- you’ll have to be more specific, love. What is that?”

“There are no specifics. It was the whole afternoon. Ever since you arrived! You were fucking flirting with her the entire time! Right in front of me!”

“I was not!”

“Yes you were! Don’t try to deny it, Harry! I was there. I saw it with my own eyes!”

You saw Harry’s shoulders shake as he was no doubt laughing silently at your expense. Asshole.

“Y/N, I was not flirting with your friend. If anything, she was coming on to me.”

“But you let her,” you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest again in defiance.

“What was I supposed to do, kitten? Tell her about us? I know that’s not what you want.”

“No,” you shook your head. “But you didn’t have to act like you enjoyed it.”

Harry chuckled, slipping his sunglasses back over his eyes. You scowled, knowing he did that on purpose so you couldn’t see his expression and if he was looking at you.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Y/N. I’ve told you I’m yours, that you’re the only one I care about. I can’t help it if your cute friend decided to flirt with me.”

“So, you admit you thought she was cute.”

Harry’s condescending laugh rang throughout the car as he made a left turn. “I’m not even going to respond to that, kitten. I did nothing wrong. I helped out you and your friend with her little charity thing. It was a nice thing to do. And I offered you both a ride because it’s also a nice thing to do.”

“You know, you don’t always have to be so goddamn charming,” you huffed.

“And you don’t have to be such a brat.”

Even with his shades on, you could tell he was getting angry with you. Fine, you thought. Let him. You’d been angry ever since he’d shown up.

When he turned onto your street, you noticed he didn’t slow down when he approached your house.

“You- you passed my house,” you commented.

“Not taking you home,” said Harry.

You huffed as he kept driving and only slowed when he neared his own driveway. Biting your lip, you watched him pull into the garage, put the car in park and turn off the engine. Slipping off his shades, he eyed you in the mirror before exiting the car and walking around to your side.

“Get out,” he commanded when he opened your door. When you didn’t, he held out his hand. “C’mon, kitten, don’t make Daddy angry.”

You gazed up at him then, your eyes wide. You only used the D word in the bedroom. Was he planning to take you there now? Hesitantly, you took his hand and let him help you out of the car. When he slammed the door shut, you noticed his jaw was set, his brows knitted again. Dropping your hand, he headed for the door, pushing the button to close the garage.

Once inside, he dropped his keys on the kitchen counter, and with his back to you, he opened the refrigerator to grab a beer, guzzling half of it before shutting the door. You wondered for a moment why he’d driven you to his place and made you get out of the car if he was just going to give you the silent treatment. But when he turned to face you, his expression stoic, you worried he was even angrier than you’d thought.

“You’re a brat, Y/N. You know that, yeah?”

“No, I-”

“Don’t talk back to me. You know I’m right.” Setting the beer on the counter, he walked toward you.

“I wasn’t trying to be a brat, Harry,” you argued, your emotions building up in your throat. “I didn’t like seeing you…looking at Piper…the way you look at me.”

“Are you serious, kitten?” Harry tilted his head. “There is no fucking way I was-”

“Well it seemed like it to me!” you exclaimed, your fists at your sides.

“C’mere!” Harry shouted, grabbing your arm. He led you through the living room, down the hall to his bedroom. “Do you need me to prove that I’m only looking at you?”

Sitting down on the bed, Harry wiggled his finger, beckoning you.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Bend over. Brats deserve a spanking.”

You simply stared him in disbelief, not moving an inch.

“C’mon, little girl,” he demanded. “You must be punished.”

“Harry, I-”

“Nope. Not Harry. You don’t get to call me that when you’re being a brat.”

A whimper rose from your throat. He was really planning on spanking you. To prove a point? You weren’t sure exactly.

“Yes, Daddy,” you whispered before bending over his lap.

You felt his big hand slide up your thigh, to the edge of your denim shorts. When it reached your ass, you flinched, bracing yourself for the smack.

“You know why Daddy has to do this, don’t you, kitten?” Harry voiced as he held you down with his other arm across your back.

“Y-yes, sir,” you replied shakily.

“Why?”

“Because…I was bad.”

“Very bad. Not only were you a jealous little brat, but you talked back to me. You even shouted at me. We can’t have that.”

The first blow surprised you, a quick slap on your denim-covered rear end that made you jump. 

“I do nothing but show you how special you are to me, how valuable. I respect your wishes to keep our relationship secret. I’m not seeing anyone else. It’s just you, kitten. But you decide that’s not good enough for you. You have to find jealousy where there is none to find.”

Another spank, harder than the first one had you gripping the bedding in front of you. “I-I’m sorry, D-daddy.”

“If anyone’s jealous, it should be me,” Harry continued. “I’m jealous that I don’t get to flaunt you in public, show everyone you’re my sweet, beautiful princess. I’m jealous of everyone that gets to be with you all the time, the way I wanna be.”

Your eyes began to water when Harry spanked you again, a little lower on your bum, close to your thigh. That one stung, and was sure to leave a mark. However, the tears may have also been from hearing his confession. He’d never told you that before. You assumed he wanted the relationship secret.

You heard his breath hitch after he spanked you once more, his hand rubbing the tender flesh that he’d just heated underneath the hem of your shorts. Though you waited for another spank, you were surprised when none came, and instead, Harry’s hand continued to fondle your delicate skin. When his thumb grazed the edge of your panties, pushing the slender strip of fabric between your legs to the side, your toes instantly curled as you anticipated his next move. You felt him remove his hand for a moment, only to return with wet fingers which he swiftly used to lubricate your folds. You couldn’t stop the moan that escaped your lips as you hiked up your hips for better friction.

But Harry was having none of that. “Shh. Be quiet,” he scolded.

Biting your lip, you remained still and silent as Harry resumed his petting. Then ever so gently, he slipped just his fingertips into your already pulsing hole. You gripped the bedspread underneath you, wishing there was a pillow or something to bite, to muffle the moans that were coming, and more that were sure to soon follow.

“This sweet little pussy is mine,” he declared, “I’ve claimed it. But you don’t seem to understand what that means.”

Sliding his wet fingers deeper into you, even wetter now from your juices, he groaned. You swallowed hard, trying your damnedest not to make a sound, but it was difficult. He always knew exactly where to touch you, how deep and with just the right amount of pressure. When he began to pump his hand faster, you clawed at his thigh underneath you, breathing hard and jagged through your nose.

“It means I’m yours too, kitten. That Daddy worships you and your sweet, tight cunt. And I don’t want anyone else’s. I wanna watch you writhe underneath me, or on top of me just like this. Because you’re Daddy’s filthy cute little kitten.”

A deep moan rose to your throat before you could stop it, escaping your lips like a bubble. You knew if he kept this up you would come soon.

But just as you thought you might explode, your stomach tight and your core clenching, Harry stopped and pulled out his fingers. You whined against the bed, the absence of his fingers cause a severe ache between your legs.

“Daddy?” you dared to whisper through a panting breath.

But Harry didn’t reply. Instead, he spanked you again, hard against your pussy. Punishment, that’s what this was. You should have known he wouldn’t let you come, not just yet. He hadn’t proven his point yet. You laid there quiet, waiting for his next move.

“On your knees,” you suddenly heard him say.

Sliding off the bed, you knelt before him on the floor, your eyes wide and pleading. Removing his boots, Harry wasted no time unbuttoning his jeans, rising from the bed to push them down. You could already see the outline of his erection through his briefs as he stood gazing down at you.

“You know what I want you to do,” he said, his eyelids already heavy, his arousal apparent.

You nodded, unsure if you were allowed to speak. But when you reached for his underwear, he grabbed your hand, stopping you.

“This is not part of the punishment, kitten,” Harry conveyed. “I just want you to show me you want only me, just like I want only you.”

You nodded again as you pulled down his briefs, his hard cock springing free in front of your face. You blinked as you felt yourself blush. Even though you’d had him in your mouth and your pussy several times now, his lovely, thick penis never failed to excite you.

Taking it in your hand, you squeezed gently, preparing to lubricate it. But again, Harry stopped you, cupping your chin to look up at him.

“Show me how much you appreciate it, baby. How much you love having it in your mouth, just like the filthy little girl you are. You can do that, can’t you, love? You can speak now.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you replied emphatically.

“You like to make me feel good don’t you?” Harry asked as you spit on the tip and began stroking him.

“Very much,” you smiled.

“Yeah…” Harry hitched a breath as you stuck out your tongue and brought his hard cock to meet it, wetting the underside. Then he dragged his fingers through your hair, urging you to take him deeper.

Hollowing out your cheeks, you sucked him, earning another gasp from him. Then bringing your free hand up, you gently held onto his hip while you gave your jaw a break, licking around his shaft in circles.

“Fuck,” Harry groaned. “You’re so good at this, kitten. Such a filthy cute girl, you are. And you love it don’t you?”

Your eyes met him as you enveloped your lips around him once again. Humming in agreement, you took him deeper, knowing he always praised you when you did.

“Yes, you love sucking on my big, hard cock, don’t you princess? Taking it so deep, so well. Fuck, you’re an angel.”

As you continued, Harry sighed, removing his shirt and letting it fall beside you. Then with a big groan, he tangled his fingers in your hair again, gently thrusting his hips. You felt your eyes water as you took him the deepest you ever had, hitting the back of your throat. You gagged for just a moment, popping off of him to swallow and do it again. Harry seemed pleased.

“That’s enough, baby,” you heard him say, his voice low and raspy. “I need to fuck that tight little cunt now.”

You gazed up at him, an easy grin on your face, your saliva sticking to the tip of his bulbous head.

“Yes, Daddy,” you nodded, happy to move on to the next step. Your pussy was throbbing, and you knew if you didn’t feel him inside you soon, you’d perish.

Stepping out if his jeans and underwear, Harry reached for you, lifting your arms to remove your shirt. Then he pulled you into a deep kiss, fucking your mouth with his tongue. You sucked on it with a moan, earning one from him as well.

“Tell me, baby,” he murmured as he unfasted your bra and hastily reached for your shorts. “Tell me how much you love my cock - how badly you need it.”

“I love it so much, Daddy,” you declared hurrying to remove your shoes. “It’s so big. And you fuck me so good.”

“Do you think about it when you’re not with me?” Harry asked.

“All the time,” you nodded, gasping when his finger slipped inside your panties. “Please, Daddy…I need it. I need it all the time…”

“‘s that why you’re always wet like this?” he smirked, his calloused fingertip rubbing sensually against your clit. “Always ready for me, hmm?”

“Yes.”

“That makes me feel good, kitten. I like knowing you’re thinking about me.”

“Only you, Daddy.”

In once swift movement, Harry grabbed you and lifted you up and around to the bed. Laying you down, he pulled down your already soaking panties, tossing them next to your shoes.

You stared at him as he hovered over you, his hard cock knocking against your stomach. You started to slide your hands up his arms until he stopped you with one hand. You frowned, worried that his punishment was not over after all.

“You can touch me later, princess,” he informed you, pinning down your wrists. “Right now you’re just going to take my cock, every bit of it. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you blinked.

“Tell me how it feels. I wanna hear it from your filthy little mouth. But do not come until I say you can. Alright?”

You let out a small whimper before nodding. “Yes, sir.”

Before he even entered you, you knew his request was going to be difficult. Sex with Harry was nothing if not incredible. He always made you come, and sometimes with multiple orgasms. Why he even doubted how much you enjoyed it and thought about it when he wasn’t around was surprising to you. You felt like it was completely obvious, regardless of your words of praise. But if that’s what he wanted now, you were more than happy to oblige. It was just going to be so hard not to come. And you realized it tenfold as soon as you felt his big, hard cock enter you slowly.

“Mmm, Daddy…” you purred.

“Yes, kitten,” Harry chuckled low. Peppering kisses along your neck and jaw, he bucked his hips, hitting the magic spot.

“You’re so big,” you gasped. “Fuck, you fill me completely.”

“Yeah…you like that, don’t you baby. You like that stretch.”

“Mmhm,” you sounded as he began to thrust. “Oh God, I missed your cock so much.”

“Yeah, you want it everyday, baby?”

“Yessss…” you cried when he hit that spot again, making your toes curl.

“Mmmm, that can be arranged. Just gotta say the word.”

You threw your head back as Harry pumped harder, wanting desperately to claw his back but he still had your wrists held down. Panting between each thrust, you knew you could come soon, but Harry wouldn’t allow it. Not yet. But you were so close already.

“Ohhh, Daddy!” you cried. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!”

Harry growled, finally releasing your wrists to slip his hands underneath you, lifting your hips slightly.

“You take me so well, darling,” he breathed. “Fuckin’ little cunt just for me.”

“Yes!”

“So wet…so warm…” he cooed, kissing your lips between each word. “Such a good girl.”

“Please, Daddy…” you whined, daring to wrap your arms around his shoulders. “Oh God, please.”

“Please what, baby?”

“I’m…oh fuck, I’m so close…”

Suddenly, Harry paused his thrusts, slipping out of your folds completely. You muttered a “no” as he hovered over you, staring into your eyes.

“Not yet, kitten,” he shook his head, his brows furrowed. His expression had returned to the scolding look, and you swallowed hard at the intensity it portrayed.

You bit your lip as you stifled a moan, and you felt the tears welling in your eyes. Harry seemed to have taken to this edging thing, and you weren’t sure you liked it very much. What you wanted was to come all over his cock, multiple times if possible. But this was obviously not like the other times you’d fucked. This was…torture.

“You come when I say you can, remember?”

You blinked rapidly. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

“Good girl,” he said, kissing your forehead.

“Can…can I touch you now? Please?”

Harry’s face softened, his lips curling into a gentle smile. “Yes, baby. Thank you for asking.”

Returning the grin, you reached for his long hair that fell around you, running your hands through it until your fingertips met his handsome face. He softly closed his eyes with a hum as you glided your thumbs across his cheeks. You really loved his face - even when he looked angry. But you especially loved it in moments like this, when he looked soft and happy…almost tender.

Then sliding your hands around his neck, you pulled him to you to caress his full, pillowy lips. He groaned low against your mouth as his own hands slid down your sides. Then lifting your hips again, he entered you with a long, deep thrust.

“Ohhhh,” you breathed against him.

“Take me, honey,” Harry moaned. “My God, you’ve got some kind of hold on me.”

“I do?” you whispered, wondering if he was just spouting rubbish because he was close as well.

“Fuck, yes, kitten. Daddy doesn’t like to get cross with you.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m sorry I was a brat. I know now you only want me.”

“That’s right, baby…” Harry sped up his thrusts, letting out a deep, guttural moan.

You could feel yourself reaching the edge again, your core tightening as he fucked you hard and deep. The wet, squelching sounds of his hard cock moving in and out of your pussy, his balls hitting your ass were enough to make you cry out.

“Fuck, Daddy! Mmmm, feels so good!”

“Tell me…”

“It’s so hard, so deep. Nobody fucks me like you do, Daddy.”

“Oh yes, kitten. You only want my cock, yeah?”

“Yes…aaahhhhh…”

You grabbed hold of your thighs, looping your arms underneath your knees to keep them up, open and wide. You didn’t think you could hold out much longer, and when you heard Harry moan again, sexy expletives in your ear, you lost it.

“Please Daddy, can I come, please? I need to so bad. I’m right there!” you cried, more tears springing from the corners of your eyes.

“Yes, kitten. Come all over me. You’ve been such a good girl.”

With a few more whimpers as Harry pumped deep inside of you, the dam finally broke and you covered his hard cock with your juices. Throwing your head back, you cried out.

“Aaa-aaaa-uuuugggghhh!”

“That’s it, baby. That’s my girl,” he cooed, his warm, deep voice vibrating in your ear.

“Ohhh, thank you, Daddy. Thank you.”

“Yeah, baby. Was that good?”

“So good. Oh God…” you panted, coming down from your orgasm as Harry held you. He kissed you tenderly, rubbing his nose against yours.

“You’re so beautiful when you come, kitten. I almost feel bad for making you wait.”

You smiled with your eyes closed, knowing full well that he wore a smirk. But you’d let him have his moment of triumph. Because you also knew he wasn’t finished with you yet.

Patting the underside of your thigh, Harry murmured, “Turn over, baby.”

With only a tiny moan of protest because you were spent, you rolled over onto your stomach, immediately propping yourself on your knees and gripping the pillow underneath you. Bracing yourself for a quick thrust, you were once again surprised when you felt Harry slither down the end of the bed to situate his face at your already saturated yet satisfied pussy. He gave your ass a quick slap before quickly extending his tongue to lap up your juices. You called out when he did it a second time, leaving his tongue to linger on your clit.

“Fuck…” you whimpered as he began seducing you with his tongue, moving in delicate laps and circles. “Daddy, you’ll make me come again.”

“Mmhmm,” you heard him agree, his hands gripping your thighs tightly.

Your ass in the air, you bucked against him, needing the friction to come. But he was merely teasing you with his tongue, barely ghosting over your tender flesh before applying the slightest bit of pressure.

“Uuuggghhhh Daddy, please!” you cried.

“What do you want, baby?” he asked, lifting his head. Then he slapped his hand across your cunt. “Is this sweet little pussy gonna come again for Daddy?”

“Uh huh,” you managed to breathe.

“Do you want my cock again, or my tongue?”

“B-both.”

Harry chuckled, patting you again. “Don’t reckon that’s possible at once, but I love how insatiable you are. Filthy.”

You groaned just as you felt him insert a finger. Then another. Then lowering himself back down, he kissed your butt cheek. His fingers pumped your pussy as his tongue teased your hole, his other hand spreading you open. You mewled, fisting the pillow by your head, willing him to do all the dirty things he wanted. But your legs were trembling as his fingertips curled inside you, tapping on your softest spot.

“Fuck!” you panted.

When Harry’s tongue met your folds again, he reached his other hand around to pinch your clit. And that was when you came undone. You cried out as your juices squirted, your knees no longer able to hold you up. Harry kept his fingers inside you as you laid flat on the bed until you were no longer trembling.

“Wow, such a good girl, baby,” Harry cooed against your back. “That was pretty intense, yeah?”

“I think I made a mess of the bed,” you muttered against the pillow.

Harry chuckled, his slender, firm body covering yours as he made his way to your shoulder, kissing it before pushing your hair from your cheek.

“Think you got one more for me, kitten?” he asked softly.

“No,” you said honestly.

He laughed harder, guiding you onto your knees again. “Can we try?”

“Okay…” you sighed, still wanting to please him. Though your body was spent at the moment, you knew that once he had his cock inside you, you’d come to life again.

And you were right. As soon as his dick slipped into your pussy - although a bit sore - you were ready for him to pound you again.

As he picked up the pace, his balls slapping against your mound, your fingernails dug into the bed. And when he started to moan, his hands gripping your ass, you wanted nothing more than to make him come.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” you pleaded. “Just like that.”

“Oh baby, I’m so close,” he panted.

“Yes, Daddy. Come inside me.”

“You want me to come inside your sweet pussy, baby?” he asked, his breaths quickened.

“Yes! I need it, Daddy.”

His thrusts got harder and faster as he groaned louder. Then reaching between you, you cupped his balls, earning a deep moan from him.

“Fuck yeah….uuuunnnnngggghhhh.”

With two last bucks of his hips, Harry stopped and cursed loudly. You could hear him exhaling heavily, his hands still pressed against your hips.

“Fuck, babe, you’re amazing. Oh, my sweet little kitten.”

You sighed as you felt him slip out of you. Then he rolled you over and climbed up to kiss your lips.

“A naughty little thing you are, though,” he smirked. “I can’t believe you let me do all that.”

“I was a bad girl,” you blinked.

Chuckling through a breath, Harry ran his hand through his hair, then laid down next to you. “I have to admit, love. I was turned on that you were a wee bit jealous.”

“So you were flirting with her, I knew it!” you exclaimed.

“No, I wasn’t,” he laughed. “At least not on purpose.”

Pursing your lips, you gave him a look.

“I swear to you, honey. I was not looking or thinking about anyone else but you. As soon as I saw you stood there in your short little shorts and your wet t-shirt…I knew I had to find a way to get you home as soon as possible.”

“Really?”

“Truly. Your friend just happened to be there, and I wasn’t gonna be rude.”

You bit your lip and shrugged. “I guess I can accept that.”

With a grin, Harry leaned over and placed another kiss on your lips. “Now, let’s go wash up and I’ll take you to dinner.”

“In public?” you asked with wide eyes.

Harry’s smile widened, making you melt. “If you like.”

Sitting up, you considered his offer for a moment. Your relationship had been secret for a while now. You’d had dinner with him at his place before, had ordered take-out or gone through a drive-thru a handful of times. But you’d yet to go out in public like a real date. Your eyes darted around the room before you licked your lips and nodded, taking his hand.

“Yes, Harry. I’d like that.”

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oldest to newest

First Smutty One Shot (3.5k words)

in which Harry wants to buy your albums but then he realizes he wants a little something more from you or where Harry fucks you so you'll calm down

Again & Again (5.4k words)

in which lhh!Harry is your server and he takes you home after girl’s night is over or where lhh!Harry fucks you good, but comes too fast

Gonna Make You Mine (6k words) (mafia!harry)

extra

in which Harry is your boyfriend's boss and he wants to have you for himself or where Harry fucks you in front of your boyfriend

The Work Call (1.3k words)

in which you’re desperate for Harry’s attention when he’s ignoring you on a work call

Too Hard to Keep Quiet (678 words) (boyfriend!harry)

in which you and Harry try to keep it down while having sex in your childhood bedroom down the hall from your family

The Doctor & the Psychopath (9.7k words)

extra

in which Harry is facing serious assault charges and you’re the forensic psychologist tasked with analyzing him or where Harry manipulates you into having sex but you kind of like it

Music For a Festival (896 words)

in which you meet Harry, the lead singer of a local rock band, at a music festival and you bring him back to your tent

Thank You, Next (7.3k words)

extra

in which you are at a club with your very drunk boyfriend and you and Harry spot one another from across the room or where you meet lhh!Harry at a club while you're with your boyfriend and he fucks you in the bathroom

A Public Nuisance (1.6k words) (coworker!harry)

you and Harry are office coworkers and everyone’s out tonight at the local bar celebrating, but you and Harry find yourselves in a rather compromising position

Sex Ed With Harry (7.4k words) (innocent virgin!reader)

in which you’re a sweet, innocent, Christian, virgin and you meet Harry at a college party and he can show you a few things

Dirty & Rough (1.6k words)

reader ask:harry cheats on his gf with you and maybe not necessarily a breeding kink but cream pie kink ?? like, “i’m gonna stuff you so full of my cum”. veryyyy rough and degrading like he’s just using you to get off. “cumdump” etc..maybe he’s quite a bit older than u as well. face slapping, spit kink, as dirty as possible…you get me LOL

I Guess You're All Mine (11.9k words) (friends to lovers)

based on a true story: in which Harry is the hot drummer in your boyfriend’s band and he tells you a secret that changes everything

The Long Weekend (9.8k words) (friends to enemies to lovers)

extra

in which you and Harry hate one another but then things change

The Wedding Guest (4.5k words)

in which you meet Harry at a friend's wedding and show up at his hotel room the next morning to take him up on an offer he made you the night before

Lactation kink (700 words)

reader ask: I don't know if this sounds weird, but you would write one where the reader and Harry had a baby and while she and Harry are having sex, milk starts to come out of her breasts and he starts to suck

The Scientist & the Stripper (15.2k words) (nerd!harry | virgin!harry)

extra #1 | extra #2

in which virgin/nerd!Harry moves in next door to you and you invite him over for a small get together with friends where he gets more than he bargained for at the end of the night

On Halloween Morning (8.7k words) (ghost!harry)

a horror-filled Halloween one-shot. Harry is a ghost and you don't believe in ghostsbut you find out you were dead wrong.

Psoriasis Fluff (652 words)

reader ask: Heyy, how you doinggg!! Could u write smthg abt a reader with psoriasis.. maybe she's insecure to go out in a dress or smthg and harry helps her feel better. Mines been pretty bad recently and I could use some fluffrry (no smut)

Mixed Signals (9.5k words) (best friends to lovers)

bestfriends to lovers one shot - You and Harry have been best friends since you were children and now that you're both adults you can no longer deny the feelings that have been there all along

The Threesome (3.3k words) (Fratboy!Harry)

Harry's hot but he's nice and he's into you tonight

A Delicate Thing (7.6k words) (mafia boss!harry)

extra

Harry is a crime boss and he meets the woman of his dreams on an important night.

Tell Me You Hate Me (12.1k words) (male!reader | enemies to lovers)

Based on this request - You and Harry work together as bartenders and your relationship is hot and cold which infuriates you to no end. But you can't say you don't find him attractive, regardless of his cocky attitude.

The Italy Blurb (1.6k words) (boyfriend!harry)

reader prompt: some plotless smut featuring a little bit of jealous yn riding Harry's tiger & yacht sex.

Bad Morning (3.6k words) (professor!h x professor!yn)

You run late to an important meeting with your colleagues and Professor Styles decides to punish you.

Spiderman (4.2k words) (fratboy!harry | lhh!harry)

You’re at the big Halloween frat costume party and get to flirting with someone dressed as Spiderman. The tall, masked man with a deep voice just so happens to know a private spot to reveal his true identity to you.

The Ex (3.4k words) ex!harry

Harry's your ex-lover and you see him at a wedding after many years apart. You're both married but Harry proposes something that you have a hard time saying no to.

Nympho (4.5k words) nympho!poly!harry

Y/n is a nymphomaniac who just loves people. One day she happens upon a "harem" arrangement that seems perfect for her and her insatiable appetite. Loosely based on this Tumblr request.

Harry bruises your cervix - blurb (450 words) husband!harry

A quick filthy, requested blurb. Nothing more and nothing less.

Next Door Neighbors (7.8k words) neighbor!harry

Part 2 (5k words)

You just wanted peace and quiet and Harry just wanted to jam out in his garage for his birthday. So you decide to confront your new neighbor but things don't go as you planned.

The Fleshlight Blurb (1.5k) subrry

Harry has to go on a business trip without Y/n so she gets him a special toy to use while he's away and she tells him to send her a video of him using it.

The Handyman (11k words) the check-in (3.6k)

When you inherit your aunt's estate after she passes away, you hire Harry to fix up the old house but that's not all he winds up being good for.

Breeding Kink Blurb (587 words)

Requested - just straight up smut

Sex Tutor (10k words) Part II (13k+ words)

Harry's got a reputation on campus and you're curious to know if he can help you.

Daddy's Pretty Girl | dom!daddy!h (4.4k words)

Harry just wants to make his princess happy OR The story of you and Harry, how you met, and all the rest.

The Trio (3k words)

Three strangers meet at a club and things get sexy. Featuring a MMF threesome.

Baby Daddy (14k words)

After you have a one-night stand with your good friend Harry and become pregnant he doesn't know for certain that the baby is his, but he has his suspicions.

Little Flower (4.5k words)

You're startled during a power outage late one night when your co-worker, Harry, is at your door, drenched from the rain. How does he even know where you live?  dark!harry | stalker!harry

Use Me Up (7k)

Harry's your boyfriend's best friend and he's very hard to resist. boyfriend's best friend!harry

Assistance Needed (3k)

Harry finds himself in an awkward position when you walk in on him in his office just as he's in the middle of something quite improper. ceo!harry x assistant!reader

The Babysitter (2k)

PART 2 (2.5K)

Based on this request: The cute babysitter Harry's wife hired has always tempted him, but now that his wife is away for the evening Harry might just give in. dad!harry x babysitter!reader

She Likes To Watch (4.8k)

Harry and his wife have an interesting lifestyle but when they invite you over for a night of fun you realize you're more into it than you thought you'd be. hothusband!harry

Truth or Dare (6.7k)

Based on this request: Harry's never been to a slumber party so Y/n decides to remedy that and give him a sleepover he'll never forget.

The Mushroomer | friendly!ghost!harry (11.5k)

Based on this request: Y/n moves into a small house in the woods and she soon realizes the house is haunted. But it really turns out to be not so bad at all to have a ghost when he's as kind as the one living with her.

Says Who? | demonrry (3.1k)

A Halloween Blurb! Y/n goes to an underground club and meets the devil and she'll never ever forget it.

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Oh. My. God. 🫨🫨

This line had me laughing - Because really, who could say no to brie and good dick?

But anyway… M, as always the smut is on point. It’s hot and dirty and full of I love yous 🫠

I love how Harry actually went to therapy and worked on himself for her 😩

And honestly just imagining him putting his hair in a bun before going down on her was the hottest thing I’ve read in a long time. LHH singing Talk and writing it about yn who he loves then getting his hair out of the way so he could just get absolutely dirty with his face all in her pussy 🫨 I want him 😩

Bad Idea, Right? H.S

Summary: It was always a bad idea to answer your ex-boyfriend's call... yet time and time again you just couldn't help yourself. This is one of those times, and possibly the last you'd be referring to him as an ex. (non-famous musician LHH)

Warning: smut. oral (f receiving), penetration, dirty talk, mild spanking, mild choking

Word count: 10k+

Author’s note: This is based off one of my fav songs atm, 'Bad idea right?' by Olivia Rodrigo, as clearly indicated by the title! It also draws inspo from 'Talk' which gives LHH vibes to a T so I couldn't not use it... anyway, enjoyyyyy x

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The first time Harry called you, you thought you were seeing things. 

Your ex-boyfriend wasn’t a common notification in your phone. You didn’t call or text on the regular, and why would you? You were exes for a reason, otherwise, you’d probably be with him right now instead of out with your friends.

And as far as you knew, at least since your minor relapse where you tripped and fell into his bed all those months ago, he completely forgot your existence and deleted your number the second you left his apartment. 

While Harry was your ex, you had a bad habit of winding up in his car or his apartment every now and then. You just couldn’t help it! He had such a devilish-looking face and every time you saw him your brain just turned to absolute mush. Like it emptied out of thoughts and couldn’t do anything but say ahh. Like a happy sigh when you first enter a luxurious hot spa.

Plus, you were just exes turned friends. Just two people trying to reconnect in a bid to heal the hole you created in your friendship group. That's what you told yourself anyway. Really, it was just an excuse to somehow validate the poor decision-making skills you seemed to have when it came to him. One moment you could be ‘catching up’, then the next you’d be naked underneath him.

It wasn’t your fault that every fucking time you guys reconnected you ended up with his dick inside you. 

You’ll just blame Harry for that one.

However, it had been months since you reconnected. At first, you were pissed, then you cried like you two just broke up, then it was like Harry didn’t exist. However, that was hard when every man you tried to hook up with in a bid to forget him only brought him back into your mind due to how disappointing the experiences were.

So you were tipsy, maybe too tipsy to have Harry call you. But you pushed through it and ignored it the first time because truly you thought your brain was playing tricks on you. Three months of nothing, and now here he was calling you? It had to be a figment of your imagination.

Then he called again. That time you were starting to get convinced that he was in fact calling you and that it wasn’t the alcohol. But you resisted. You slung your arm around a stranger and pulled him in for a sloppy and quite frankly disgusting kiss.

It was wet and uncoordinated, but it was a distraction. A welcome one at that. Once the kiss was over, the stranger smiled and asked if you wanted to go get a drink from the bar. You just nodded and told one of your friends where you were going before letting the man drag you along to the bar.

Harry didn’t call back right away. It felt like 3 hours of listening to this guy go on and on about his market shares and the ‘right way’ to invest your money, a topic that frankly made your ears bleed before your phone vibrated in your purse again. This time, you were happy for the interruption and even happier when it was Harry’s name on the screen.

“I’ll be right back!” you yelled over the music, not bothering to wait for a response from the mystery man in front of you before you were off the bar stool and walking out the back to the smoker's courtyard for some quiet.

“Hello?” you answered, wrapping your arm around yourself and shivering a little at the cool air. Your outfit didn’t have the most coverage and while you did bring a jacket it was cloaked and once paid you could only check-in and check-out once. It wasn’t worth it for a five-minute phone conversation.

“Hi, darling” Harry rasped back. Just the sound of that deep, fucking hot voice of his made you have to bite down on your fist to stop yourself from screaming. And god the way he called you darling made you have to squeeze your thighs together. “It sounds loud where you are, are you out right now?”

“Maybe… why are you interested in what I’m doing?” you sang, trying to sound sober but failing miserably. 

“Have you been drinking? You’ve got that cute tipsy voice of yours” he laughed, that compliment making your heart beat erratically. Fuckkkk, you just hated how easily he could get you blushing. 

“You didn’t answer my questionnnn” you responded, this time trying to hide your smile. 

But it was easy to hear in your tone. Harry could hear it through the phone and he loved how he still managed to have that sort of effect on you even after all this time. 

Though it wasn’t really that long. Barely five months since you two broke up, and in that time you had slept together more times than he could count. So really, it was like how you two started your relationship in the first place. Friends, to casual lovers, to together for two years. And now it seemed like you were going through that same process again, even if you two were having post-breakup sex merely days after you broke up with him. 

“Just curious, s’all. It never takes three calls for you to pick up. You always answer on the first, so I was a bit worried. Thought you might’ve fallen into a fire or ditch somewhere” he wasn’t worried, he was just teasing you for always succumbing to his charm.

That was one problem in your relationship, something you didn’t mind as friends, but hated in a lover. A big fucking ego. It was something that caused a lot of arguments, and even now it never failed to irk you when he assumed you’d stop everything to just go to him.

He was right. But that didn’t mean you hated that he was right.  

“A fire?” you snorted, running a hand through your hair “Well, I’m all safe and sound. No ditches or fire where I am. So maybe you’re the reason I didn’t pick up”

“Me?” he chuckled and you could hear the ego just in his tone, like he couldn’t believe you wouldn’t want to talk to him. “No need to lie y/n… you always want to talk to me. Just like I always want to talk to you”

“If that were true you would’ve called me three months ago instead of ghosting me… besides, I’m busy with…” you couldn’t remember the guy’s name. That boring guy who kissed horribly and cared more about stocks than the fact that your areolas were practically spilling out the top of your dress. It started with a J… a J.

Red flag there already.

“I’m sorry y/n-” he sighed. But you didn’t want to hear his excuses. They were never good, or valid. They didn’t make up for any of his shitty behaviour. 

Usually, after you slept together Harry was texting or calling you that same week, seeing how you were and how you two should ‘catch up’. This was definitely the longest period of time before one of you attempted contact so you were actually quite curious what his excuse could be. Still, you had resisted reaching out first for months so you didn’t want to give in so easily. 

“Jake!” you settled on, knowing it was wrong but not caring at all. It made no difference what the name was, as long as it interrupted his poor excuse and was a male name you knew it would irk him. “I’m busy with Jake right now so I really have to go.”

“Oh… that’s too bad” he sighed a little too dramatically for your liking, acting like it didn’t bother him. “I’m all alone tonight and could really use some company if Jake wouldn’t mind. I’m sure he’d be understanding if you told him you needed to help out a friend in need.” 

Unfortunately for you, Harry was a bullshit reader. He knew you were single and knew Jake was some made-up guy, or if he was real, someone you didn’t care about. Harry also knew that at the end of the day, you just couldn’t resist him.

But he could tell you didn’t want to hear whatever he had to say. You usually heard him out and then told him he was being ridiculous or a liar, but this time you didn’t even want to play that game. It was clear you really were irritated this time, something Harry wanted to make up for. 

“I think you should call another friend. Bye Harry.” You hung up before you could be swayed by his sweet talk and convinced to jump in an Uber to his apartment. 

Now Harry really knew you were pissed off with him.

Within 30 seconds he sent through a text with what seemed to be his new address. You attempted to ignore that one too, but you just couldn’t help yourself. You found yourself copying the address into maps to see how far it was. Only 15 minutes. 

Then, you even went as far as seeing how much the Uber would cost to get there. It wasn’t too expensive, but you knew it would be if you left it any later. 

God… this was a bad idea, right? 

Harry was cocky and egotistical, but he was also sweet and an utter romantic. That’s why you always found yourself going back to him. Paired with his cocky attitude was a soulful, gorgeous man, both inside and out who gave you some of the best memories and continued to do so even now.

H: So… am I seeing you tonight? 

H: I’ve got that brie you like

Ugh, and he had brie? 

You wanted to ignore the text, you really did. But as quickly as you shut him down, you were already booking the Uber and heading to the cloakroom to get your jacket.

Because really, who could say no to brie and good dick?

You: Do you have those crackers I like?

Harry really did know how to spoil you… unfortunately. Maybe if he was less attractive you could ignore his charms and brie. But he was a fine specimen and you doubted you’d ever see a man as attractive as him again. 

“Y/n! There you are, we’ve been looking for you” Casey yelled, using your arm to pull you closer as you made your way into the circle your group had formed. You couldn’t just leave them without giving some explanation, especially since you all arrived together and planned to go home together. 

“Sorry! I was with Jack… but I’m actually gonna go home now” you smiled apologetically, but really you were just itching to get out of here and go see Harry. 

“Nooo, why!? Please stay” Grace whined, hanging off you like a dead weight. 

“I’m sorry. It’s just getting so late and I’m so tired. I’ve got work tomorrow, remember? I’m honestly craving…” Harry’s text in response to yours made your response stutter as you couldn’t resist reading the message quickly and smiling.  

H: I’m not an amateur, darling. I even have that chutney you like H: And a bottle of your favourite pinot 

You were quick to turn your phone back off though, and finish off your sentence “...sleep” You yelled back. But your friends were eyeing you suspiciously like they knew Harry was texting you and that you wouldn’t be sleeping in your own bed tonight.

“Oh my god are you going to see Harry!?” Casey exclaimed, slapping your arm like she was scolding you. 

“y/n! You can’t. He’s such a dick” Grace scolded, her voice a loud yell and slightly slurred. While you and Harry’s friendship groups crossed a lot, your close girlfriends weren’t the biggest fans of his. 

“I’m not seeing him!” you defended, “I haven’t heard from him in months. Since I made that mistake last time, remember?” 

You quickly unlocked your phone to check on your Uber this time and found that he was already outside the bar and waiting for you. “Look, I have to go. But I’m going home to sleep, promise.” You looked right at Casey, hoping she’d believe your poor lying. You never were a good liar. 

“Fine! But text us when you get home” Casey gave you a warning glare and you were quick to hug her and the rest of the girls goodbye before you were out the front entrance and heading to your Uber. 

You: On my way

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“Hi” Harry smiled, already leaning on his door frame as he watched you approach his second-floor apartment. It was a lot nicer than his last one, or your last one more like it since it was the apartment you two shared before you moved out. 

“Hi…” you breathed, your mind turning into mush like every other time you saw his gorgeous face. You had sobered up significantly now, which was a blessing since just seeing Harry made you want to rip your clothes off. And hit him. 

His long hair hung in ringlets down his shoulder and the way his slightly see-through button down showed off his tattoo-covered chest was making you absolutely feral. And those skinny jeans… he was the only man who could pull it off that’s for sure. 

“I see you’ve had an upgrade. The building is nice” you commented, stopping right in front of him. 

“It is, isn’t it? Would be much nicer if you were in it with me” he charmed, his hands grabbing your hips to pull you closer. You stumbled a little and grabbed his biceps for balance.

Harry always did this. Time and time again he tried to convince you that you two would be better together. Living together and dating like you used to. And while part of you wanted that, desperately, the other knew it was such a terrible idea it would make hell reign on earth if you two started dating again. 

There were just too many problems between you two that you couldn’t seem to fix. 

“You know I don’t like it when you act like this will ever be more than one night” you remarked, sliding your hands up his shoulders to cup his jaw. It tensed under your touch and you loved how something so light could get a reaction like that.

“I know… but I just can’t help myself… always miss my favourite girl” he smirked, leaning in to give you a deep kiss. 

The way he doted on you and said things like that could make any girl beg to get back together. But you were trying to grow as a single woman, as someone independent and without a man. Harry also still had that massive ego problem, which so far hasn’t been fixed.

You sighed into his mouth and allowed your hands to move further up into his hair, threading right at the nape of his neck. Now this… this was a kiss. 

It was only enough to leave you breathless before he pulled away. “You look breathtaking, by the way. This… this is incredible” he breathed, tugging at the hem of your short dress. 

“I know” you grinned, making him laugh loudly. “Now I’m pretty sure I was promised brie and Pinot.” You patted his chest and slid past him, ensuring your body brushed against his. 

Harry had to resist jumping you when you did that. He never could resist you. Even when you two fought and you pissed him off, he still wanted to ravage you. He found you so fucking sexy and the way you always handled his attitude problem and threw it back in his face like it was a game turned him on more than anything. 

You could call him self-absorbed and egotistical then five minutes later be on your knees before him or head down, ass up on the bed. You gave him equal pushback and submission and he ate it up like he needed you to survive. 

He did. 

But you two were a classic case of right person wrong time, or, boyfriend with an attitude problem, sick of it girlfriend. Harry knew he had to work on it, it was something he had been actively working on the last 5 months you two had been broken up. 

Though it didn’t help when every time he was around you, he had this urge to piss you off and get you all sexy and angry. It also didn’t help that he was a dickhead who decided to ghost you after you two hooked up last time. 

Maybe he did that because he wanted to grow as a person for you and to do that he had to be away from you. That’s the reason he would’ve given you if you asked, but it was clear you didn’t want to hear an explanation from him. 

“Wow, this place really is nice” you gawked, looking around the modern apartment that was a lot nicer than the last. He had his vintage touches throughout, softening and giving personality to the clean modern bones. You loved it. 

It was very Harry. 

“Thank you…. I’ve been collecting vintage pieces for a couple months now.” Harry closed the door behind him and watched you look around his open-planned living room. 

The apartment was cozy and on the smaller size, but perfect for one person… or two. There was even a spare bedroom. It was one he currently had as a music room but imagined you turning into a work-from-home space or a closet or anything. Anything that was yours.

“Would you like a tour?” he offered, but you were quick to shake your head.

“Maybe another time. But I think I’d like that glass of pinot now…” You smiled coyly and made eye contact with him as you unzipped your jacket and slid it off your shoulders, dumping it and your bag on his couch.

His eyes darkened at your newly exposed skin, all shoulders and collarbones and cleavage so fucking delicious looking he wanted to eat you alive. Your dress was barely holding your breasts and the deep v neckline only pushed them up further.

Fuck did you look fantastic. 

“Have a seat then, darling” he patted the top of his couch on his way to his kitchen where he walked around the island bench to get the bottle of pino from the fridge. 

You weren’t really hungry for brie anymore. Sure, it was one of the motivators to get you here. But now that you were here, your hunger was for something more… substantial… manly. 

You gladly sat down on the couch and then undid your heels from your night out. You were quick to make yourself comfortable on the new and very plush couch of his, sitting with your back against the armrest and your legs crossed with a pillow in your lap so you weren’t entirely exposed to him. 

You were facing Harry, and with how you were sitting your little underwear was completely exposed to him without the pillow there. That wasn’t something you wanted… yet. 

“I see you’re making yourself at home then?” He raised a brow and ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he unscrewed the cap from the bottle and eyed your body. He went up your legs from your ankles right to your upper thighs which were all exposed due to how short your dress was. 

The pillow was blocking what he really wanted to see and he just wanted to make it disappear so he could wedge himself between your legs and feast on your pretty pussy. God, he could almost taste you. Could almost smell your arousal from his position all the way in the kitchen. 

Harry hoped you’d let him taste you tonight. He was hoping that the Brie he had in his fridge just for you would get him in your good books. Though, considering how food-motivated you were, you hadn’t asked for it yet. 

“Well, how can I not when this couch is so nice?” You ran your hand over the back of the couch, feeling its soft, almost velvety material. “Is all this thanks to your new job?”

Harry shrugged and walked to you with the glasses of Pinot in hand. “I quit that, actually. It wasn’t for me.”

“Oh really?-thanks” You thanked him when he passed you a glass and sat down opposite you on the couch, his back against the opposite armrest so he was facing you. “So what are you doing now?” You sipped your wine, curious what job could afford a nice apartment like this. 

“Music actually. One of my college buddies, remember Niall?” You nodded, remembering the hilarious Irishman you really did enjoy spending time with. You got along with his girlfriend really well too, but since he was more Harry’s friend than yours, it was a friendship you kind of lost during the breakup. “Well he released his first album and it did super well.” You nodded again, sipping your wine. 

“I heard it, it’s great!”

He nodded with a smile and ran a hand through his hair, “I know. I helped him write a bunch of the songs on it. I did some backing vocals and played the bass for it too.” He said it so casually like it didn’t matter. But you knew it was a big deal, even if Harry was downplaying it. 

“Oh wow Harry, that’s so amazing! It’s what you’ve always wanted to do.” you genuinely were happy for him. 

Harry was a very talented singer and musician in general, he just never did anything with it. While Harry had a giant ego, his musical talent was the one thing he lacked confidence in. It was the one thing he didn’t like to boast or show off. But you knew he was a very talented guy, and you had been encouraging him to do something with it for years. 

“Thank you… I even, well…” he trailed off, looking away with a bit of nerves. You watched him curiously, putting your wine glass down on the coffee table so your full attention was on him. “I started recording my own song” he looked back at you. “Finished it actually. When I had the rough demo done Niall got me into contact with some producers and they ended up loving it. It’s finished now and we’re sorting out a contract and release date.” 

“Wow Harry. Really, I am just so proud of you. Really, really proud” you beamed, feeling so genuinely full of love and happiness for him. There was never the question of whether you were still in love with him. You were, and you’d never stop. 

“Thank you” he replied earnestly, looking right into your eyes. 

The eye contact was so full of heat and intensity it was almost too much for you. But it wasn’t a sensual heat, although you did know that he wanted to fuck you. No… it was more a deep care. Love even. And you knew it was bad, to want him to love you back when you two could never seem to get past your issues. 

But you wanted him to. Doesn’t everyone want to be loved by the person they love? 

“You don’t have to thank me, you deserve to be happy Harry. So… can I hear it? Or am I not allowed to ask that?” You couldn’t help but be curious about the song. Was it about you? 

You didn’t want to seem self-centred, because Harry had a very interesting life and there was so much he could write music about. But your relationship was a very complicated one, and if you had any musical talent it was definitely something you’d want to write about. 

There was a moment of silence before Harry nodded and put his wine down on the coffee table. He stood up and held his hand out, “Come on.”

You let him pull you up from the couch then lead you to his music room, hands still intertwined the entire way. Just the feeling of his hand in yours sent shivers through your arm and up to your chest. It was like it zapped your heart and sent it on a sprint. 

The music room was as professional as it could be in Harry’s office. His guitars were displayed on one wall and he had a little makeshift sound booth in one corner. It wasn’t a separate room or anything, just a hanging microphone with a sound barrier to amplify any noise. It wasn’t a room capable enough to do a song start to finish, but you could easily see a demo being done, or other editing. 

There was a desk with computer equipment and a couch as well. Some of this stuff he had when you two were together, like some of the guitars and his computer setup as he used to use it for work. But a lot of it was new, and you could just see how much calm and joy he got in this room just by standing in it. 

“This space is great Harry” you complimented, stepping further into the room. 

“It’s become my safe space, you could say” Harry replied softly, walking over to his computer and setting something up. You looked around the room as you waited, unsure what to expect as his debut song.  

“Come here” he motioned you over and you were quick to walk to him. “Press the spacebar when you’re ready.” Then he took some steps back to allow you to play the song. 

You clicked the button with a bit of nerves and when the first few chords played your whole body went tense in anticipation. It had a rockier vibe and you liked it. It was like the backing track to Harry’s rockstar qualities and look. 

“What’s it called?” You asked before any lyrics started. 

“Talk.” 

You made eye contact with him through the blackened monitor to the left of the computer you were on. His reflection was easily seen through the screen and you could see his expression. He was nervous. 

When the first few lyrics started you found yourself bopping along. It was good, amazing really and his voice was just so hot and raspy. That was the first thing you picked up on really, how fucking hot he sounded. And it was catchy too. You knew it would do well and you could see yourself screaming it in the car.  

But as you started to really listen to the lyrics, you could hear the correlation to your relationship. How you were sick and tired of him, how you two fought, the many arguments you had that just couldn’t be fixed with talking. There were times you just didn’t want to talk at all, or you didn’t want to hear him out. 

You sometimes added to your problems just as much as Harry created them. You were at fault as well, you couldn’t blame him entirely for your relationship’s downfall. 

Love is what you want, love’s a broken bone. 

That line there had you gasping a little. Because it was your relationship to a T. You had so much love for each other, yet it hurt and wounded you all at the same time. 

“That was… wow, that was amazing Harry.” You swallowed the lump in your throat and sighed before speaking again. “We never were good at talking, were we?” you breathed, looking at him through the slight reflection of the monitor. You didn’t say a single word until the song was over and neither did Harry. He shook his head.

“No. I wasn’t very good at taking criticism.”

You spun around to face him, noticing that he was much closer than you thought he was. With only two steps he’d be right against you, close enough for your bodies to touch and his body heat to radiate against yours. 

“And I wasn’t good at listening.” You admitted. He smiled softly and crossed the distance, raising his hand to graze his knuckles against your cheek. Your hands found his shirt instantly, fisting it like you were scared he’d suddenly disappear right in front of you. 

“That’s because I was-am an egotistical asshole who drove you crazy. I wouldn’t listen to me either” his breath fanned against your face and the slight tinge of wine in his otherwise minty breath was making you a little crazy. He just smelt so yummy and he was so close to you that ‘ahh’ feeling was clouding your brain again.

“Well… I won’t disagree with that” you joked. His mouth quirked in a smile as his knuckles followed the curve of your cheek until he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. It had your breath hitching and smooth delicious arousal starting to creep up your spine. It was swirling all through your body until your clit was aching. 

It was hard not to get like that when he looked so good and smelt so nice and had that dark horny look in his eyes that told you he just wanted to ravage you. And fuck was Harry good at ravaging. 

Your relationship was like this. One second you could be fighting or talking about something important and within seconds those heightened emotions turned into arousal and need for each other. There was a reason you just couldn’t stay away from his cock. 

“But I also loved the crazy” you whispered, moving your hands up his shirt until you were fiddling with his collar. “And I think we had a good method of dealing with it… We might not be good at talking, but we’re certainly good at… communicating”

You pronounced ‘communicating’ with just the right suggestive tone that told Harry exactly what you meant. You two weren’t good at talking. But you were good at screaming and you were good at fucking. 

And just like Harry’s song, you didn’t want to talk it out. 

“We are, aren’t we?” he smirked. So with that, all hell broke loose.

His mouth came crashing down on yours and his hands were on your ass fast. He grabbed your ass and hips and anywhere he could, feeling your body like he was trying to memorise it before he was picking you up and placing you on his desk. 

You were trying to match the way his mouth moved while unbuttoning his shirt all at the same time. While you did that, he was pushing your legs apart so he could step between them and push the skirt of your dress up around your hips. 

Kissing him was getting you riled up fast. His smell, deep and vanillary, a hint of spice like he was trying to smell edible on purpose. And his heat, the feeling of his body pressed to yours. All hard and toned muscles, but also soft like he was trying to fuse your bodies together. It was all driving you fucking crazy.

There was something about the way he moved his mouth and body that got you so beyond turned on you could barely contain yourself too. When Harry kissed he didn't just use his mouth, he used his entire body. He grabbed at you and caressed you and the way he moaned in your mouth like he missed you made you crave him like nothing else. 

Harry liked to use tongue too, and today was no different. While he tugged at your hair and palmed at your breast, his tongue was tracing the seam of your mouth and trying to get in to dominate you. That wasn’t hard, not when you liked to be dominated. 

You managed to get his shirt unbuttoned and could now claw at his bare skin, which only made him kiss you harder and groan because he loved the bite of pain your nails marked in his skin. And when you shoved his shirt off and dropped it to the floor, you were able to explore his shoulders and arms too. God did you love his arms.

What you loved even more though… was his v-line. Your tongue loved the feeling of those deep ridges, slightly rounded and perfect and of course, leading to your second favourite part of his body. His pretty face was your favourite, his eyes the highlight of his beautiful face. But his cock was second.

Pretty and long and ugh. Everything down to the way he trimmed his pubic hair turned you on. Dick’s didn’t usually turn you on, at least visually. You didn’t see a penis and get wet… but with Harry’s. He genuinely just had a pretty cock and when it was attached to such a gorgeous and talented man… just the thought of it could get you wet. 

So there was no wonder that after a bit of kissing, you were absolutely soaked. 

His fingers met the crotch of your underwear and he groaned at how wet the fabric was. “God baby, already so wet f’me, hmm?” he rasped, sliding his hand through the hair at the nape of your neck and tugging your head back while he started rubbing circles against your clit through the thin layer.

It had you breathing out a moan and scratching your nails against his pecs. “Always, I hate it”

“I don’t” he rumbled a groan against your neck, his mouth now trailing down to reach your breasts. He started rubbing little circles against your clit, applying delicious pleasure that had you gasping for more. “I adore how soaked you get f’me. How hot and fucking tight you squeeze around me when I fuck you. Just a pretty little angel”

He tugged down the top of your dress before he pushed your flimsy underwear to the side and traced your crease softly. His mouth found your nipple and nipped at it, making you squirm, both to get away from the pain but also closer to his teasing on your pussy. 

“Don’t tease. I hate when you do that.” 

“Just makes it more fun for me, doesn’t it” he chuckled, finally dipping his fingers into your folds and tracing up and down from your clit to your entrance where he pressed right against it. 

You weren’t one to give in so easily though, or let him get away with being so annoying. So you were quick to grab his cock through his pants and squeeze, palming him hard enough to get him hissing and bucking his hips. Unfortunately, Harry wasn’t so easy to tease. “Don’t be greedy” he tutted, slapping your hand away with the one he had in your hair.

“You’re such a sadistic-fuck” you cursed when he pressed harder against your clit, rubbing slow but delicious circles that felt so good but just nowhere near enough what you needed. “A-asshole, you’re a sadistic asshole” you stuttered, sliding your hand in his hair and tugging when he switched to your other breast and started nipping at that one. 

“Why? Because I like to tease? That’s not being sadistic, darling.” He kissed upwards until he was at your jaw, nipping his way to your lips where he kissed you deeply. 

At the same time, his fingers moved down from your clit to your entrance where he easily slid two into you. It was a bit of a stretch but it felt incredible. He found your g-spot easily, hooking his fingers there and stimulating it while grinding the heel of his hand against your clit. 

Harry pulled your hair harder, wrapping it around his fist so you were forced to look at him. He brushed his lips against yours and smirked at how you panted a moan into it. Fuck did he love that breathy moan of yours. 

It was hard to push your hand away from his cock before, especially when he was so damn hard and sore in his jeans he just needed to be inside you. But first, he needed to taste you. 

“If I were being sadistic I’d spank you for your attitude and fuck you ‘till you’re crying. And I’d enjoy every second of it.” 

You moaned filthily at his words, and his only made him chuckle mockingly and bite down on your bottom lip. “I know you’d like that though. You like when I fuck out all my anger, when I’m a little mean to you… when it hurts. Don’t you, baby?” 

He let go of your head with a little push and it automatically tipped back as your hips ground to meet his hand in return. One of your hands gripped the edge of the desk while the other remained in his long hair and followed his head as he slowly got down on his knees before you. 

“Uhuh” you nodded, watching as he pulled his fingers from you to use a hair tie on his wrist so he could put his hair up in a bun on the top of his head. It was something he did every time he ate you out, like a ritual so his hair was out of the way. Though, usually by the end of it those long curls of his were out of that bun and all messy from your tugging. 

It was hot. Except now that it was a thing, every time you saw him with his hair in a bun he pavloved your pussy into thinking it was about to get eaten out. It was quite irritating actually. But you’d never tell him that just the sight of his hair up made you wet. 

“But I like anything that keeps your mouth busy. Especially this.” 

He grinned up at you and pulled your underwear off before spreading your legs further apart. You helped him by propping your feet up on the edge of the desk and he was quick to caress down the back of your thighs. 

“And I like-” he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh and you already wanted to scream with how he was looking up at you. “Anything-” he pressed another kiss, this time closer to where you needed him most. “That makes you-” another kiss, this time closer. “Scream my name” 

At the end of his words, his mouth met your pussy. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your clit before he just dove right in. And this time, he didn’t bother teasing. He slid his tongue through your folds, collecting your arousal and moaning like he couldn’t get enough of it. 

Then he was back at your clit and lapping at it in steady wide licks. The pressure had you gasping and grabbing onto the bun on top of his head. You were squirming too, your hips shaking a little because Harry was teasing you and building up the pressure to something firmer and more delicious feeling. 

“Harry” you moaned, scratching your nails against his scalp and firmly tugging at the bun. 

“I know… I know bunny, feels good doesn’t it” he grinned up at you, licking a stripe up your inner thigh before returning to your clit. He flicked against it and you gasped, pulling him closer. 

“Please…” you weren’t sure what you were asking for and you hated begging. But you just wanted more, of something… anything. 

“I got you, I got you” he assured you, puckering his lips around your clit and sucking. 

The second he started doing that you were gone, head tilted back and moaning uncontrollably. He added his fingers back in and curled them perfectly, and he used his entire face to eat you out. 

While Harry could suffocate in your pussy and he’d gladly choose that as his death, especially when you sat on his face, he still needed a breath of air every now and then. But it was barely a break, he’d kiss around his fingers and on your inner thighs while his nose bumped up against your clit. 

He made sure his entire face was covered in your arousal because that’s how he liked it. He liked to eat, sleep and breathe pussy and if he could stay between your legs forever he would. 

“Harry…” you gasped, both hands dug deep in his hair. It was half fallen out now, only a few chunks still remaining in his bun while the rest was in your fingers or cascaded around his shoulders. 

“Yeah? You wanna say something?” He grinned up at you, that build-up of pleasure suddenly disappearing when he broke off your clit. 

You made a noise of disdain and hooked your legs over his shoulders, pulling him closer by his hair. He groaned at the pain that went straight to his cock, making it swell in his pants. Then, he grabbed onto your thighs, digging his fingers into your skin to add that bite of pain he knew you liked. 

That was one thing you two had in common, a pain kink. 

His groan vibrated against your pussy which made you cry out and your head tip back again as you ground against his face. He loved it too. He lapped at your clit and let you take charge, something he rarely liked doing because he was the one who liked to be in control. But he just couldn’t help but find the way you were taking what you wanted so goddamn sexy his cock was pulsing just at the thought of it.

He moaned again in response to the way you took charge, chasing your own pleasure like he was a sex toy rather than a mouth. He wasn’t one to be used like this, but he didn’t care when his face was completely buried in your pussy. Harry fucking loved it and the look of pure ecstasy on your face made him well with pride. His girl being pleasured by him… something he missed dearly over the last couple of months. 

“Harry” you gasped, “I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum…”

His response was muffled, but you could just understand him encouraging you to let go… to give it to him. So you did. It wasn’t long before you were gasping out, screaming his name and tightening your grip on his hair so hard he was cursing against your pussy. 

When you finally let go of his hair he was gasping out, pulling away from you to catch his breath but still lapping against you to draw you through your orgasm. It got too sensitive, which is when you removed your legs from his shoulders and guided him back up by his hair to kiss him. 

“Mmh, thank you” you smiled, kissing him happily and loving the taste of your own arousal on his tongue. 

You pulled the hair elastic out of the small portion it was still holding and threw it on the floor so you could freely run your hands through his hair. He smiled into your mouth and hugged you against him, sliding his hand down the outside of your thigh. 

“Don’t thank me, otherwise I’ll get right back down there and eat you till you’re crying” he teased, tugging on your hair as he bit your bottom lip. 

“Don’t threaten me with a good time” you quipped, jumping down from the desk to guide him backwards towards the couch. 

“I’d give you anything you wanted, you know that right?” He was serious in his reply, but you didn’t really take it seriously and just pushed him down on the couch. 

“I know… that’s what I like about our little arrangement.” You climbed on top of him and ran your hands over his chest, sliding them down to trace his abs with your nails. His breath hitched and you smiled at the reaction, leaning down to lick a stripe through his pecs. 

He didn’t know why your words triggered something in him, but he felt this need to apologise, to explain himself and tell you what he wanted. Here you were, completely naked on top of him except for the little strip your gathered dress around your waist was covering, and getting you back was the top thing in his mind. 

When he looked at you, he saw the love of his life. Even though he knew you didn’t want to hear an explanation and that it was probably a better idea to just do tonight like usual instead of trying to win you back, he couldn’t help himself. 

“Listen… I’m sorry about ghosting you” his voice was rushed, desperate even. 

“I don’t want to talk about that” you replied, moving up to his mouth to kiss him while you worked on unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans to free his cock. That was all you could think about now. You didn’t want to think about anything else.

“I do. It was a big fucking mistake and I’m sorry” he breathed, his head tipping back against the couch as you kissed along his jaw instead. Just like he nipped at yours before, you returned the favour and worked on making a pretty little mark somewhere.

It was a bit juvenile, but you liked seeing your mark on his skin. When you saw each other at social events, a zap of absolute pleasure ran up your spine when you saw a hickey that you made somewhere on his body. Like he was still yours.

Even though you knew that you two weren’t good together, you still liked having some sort of hold on him. You knew it was better to be single, but if you were honest and actually had a hard look at your situation, were you really single? Physically, maybe, sometimes anyway. But emotionally? You were still caught up in Harry’s web.

“It doesn’t matter Harry,” you said haphazardly, trying not to think about it too much while you continued kissing along his neck. His pants were undone now but when you tried to get his cock out, he grabbed your wrists to stop you. 

“It does. I get that you might not care, and that’s something I’ve done and all I can do is try and fix it. But I care. It matters to me.” His eyes showed the desperation he must’ve been feeling, but you were just so suspicious about his intentions. 

However, the fact that he was pausing sex when you were sitting pretty much naked on top of him told you that he was serious and thought it was something important for you two to talk about. 

“Why does it matter to you, Harry?” You breathed, looking between his hands on your wrist and his face. His cheeks were flushed and his lips swollen and his cock was still hard beneath you. “We’re not together anymore and you and I both know that after this, we’ll go back to not talking again until one of us gets lonely. That’s how it’s been for the last five months.”

“It matters because I don’t want that anymore” he gently placed your hands on your knees, turning them to play with your palms. Harry’s eyes never left yours, even if he was struggling to keep eye contact. “I want you. I want us. I don’t want to go back to us just hooking up….” Your entire body froze at his admission. He swallowed the lump in his throat before speaking again. “And I’m not fucking around this time or trying to tease. I’m being serious y/n. I’m still in love with you, I’ve never stopped loving you.” 

That’s all you ever wanted to hear. You just wanted him to say those words back, the same words you had been feeling non-stop since you two broke up. He pissed you off like no one else did, but you were so utterly in love with him you just couldn’t break things off fully in your mind. 

That was why you always gave in to his calls. That was why tonight you still came here despite being upset that he ghosted you and knowing it was a horrible idea. That was why you deluded yourself and convinced yourself you were just friends. But you weren’t. That was a fat lie and you knew it. 

“But that doesn’t change things, Harry. Love…” you swallowed thickly, bottom lip wobbling as you tried to control the tears pricking your eyes. “It isn’t always enough.” You looked away, pulling your hands from his to press your palms to your eyes. 

“I know… I know but that’s why I didn’t contact you after last time.” Harry pulled your hands from your eyes and intertwined them with his so you couldn’t pull them away again. The earnest look on his face had your heart beating erratically, and you desperately wanted to believe everything he was saying. “I should’ve called you and explained and I regret not doing that… I just realised that I needed to work on myself and I have. I started taking therapy more seriously and I… I did a lot of self-reflection. I’m writing and working out and all the things that have helped me get better… for you.” He reached up and ran his thumb under your eye, drying away the tear that spilled out. “I still have work to do and I’m not claiming to be perfect or that I won’t make mistakes again, but I want to try and be better for you. Give me another chance y/n. Please.”

Through Harry’s faults and your own, there was one thing that he wasn’t. A liar. He was an honest person and if he just ghosted you because he regretted sleeping with you, he would’ve said that. He wouldn’t lie about working on himself, because he wasn’t a manipulative person. He wouldn’t try and mislead you so you’d get back together with him. 

God and you loved him. You loved him so damn hard it hurt your soul to be away from him. In the five months you had been broken up, you didn’t actually try and get back together, not once. He mentioned it and you shut him down, thinking back to the many times during your relationship you tried to mend things after a fight.

But it had been five months. And even though you were still sleeping together, which probably wasn’t helping the situation, you felt different. You could tell Harry was different too. 

At the beginning of tonight, you were so set on not wanting to get back with him and wanting to resist his charm. But he wasn’t using charm to try and get you back, he was using honesty. And when you used honesty, you realised that you were too in love with him to let him go.

If you love someone, set them free; if they come back to you, it’s meant to be. That had to be true, right? 

You stayed silent for a little while and you could see the fear in his eyes. He opened his mouth to talk again but you beat him to it, not wanting him to retract any words or give you a way out. 

“I want to be better for you too, Harry,” you said softly, almost scared to admit it out loud. “I love you.” 

It was all you needed to say in the moment. You could talk later and figure out what this all meant. But for now, he was still hard and you were still wet and you needed him. 

His eyes flashed with heat then he was cupping your face and drawing you back in for a passionate kiss. “I love you. I love you so fucking much, y/n” he groaned, grabbing the edge of your dress to pull it upwards and off your body so you were now fully naked on top of him. 

It wasn’t covering much before, but now he could see the full expanse of your torso and it made him realise how fucking much he missed you. Your breasts and your stomach, the curve of your hips and down your thighs where you were sat on top of him. 

“I love you” you replied, happy to finally let the words release from your tongue. 

“I love you” Harry repeated again, just needing you to know it like he hadn’t already said it. He pulled you closer again and with a little coordination from both of you, you managed to get his jeans and underwear off and on the floor. 

Now you were both bare, just like your souls were. And now that you both knew how you felt about each other, your emotions were fuelling passion into your physical connection. There always was passion when you two had sex, even in the ones after your breakup. But now your love was flowing through it too. 

“We need to talk about this” you reminded, serious and looking dead in his eyes. 

“I know, and we will. But not now” he kissed you deeply, “Now it’s just us. You and me, like this…  so put me in baby, put me in.” Harry held you close, running his hands down the expanse of your back and grabbing onto your ass and hips. 

You nodded and wrapped your hand around his cock, lifting up on your knees before guiding his tip to your entrance. “Fuck… you’re so goddamn wet” he cursed at the feeling of his cock through your wet folds, your warmth and slickness making his head spin and he wasn’t even in you yet. 

When you dropped your hips and his tip first entered you, you both gasped and whimpered into each other's mouths. The first thrust was always the best. It was so full and the stretch of his cock inside you couldn’t compare to anything else. 

“I love you Harry… always have, and always will” you gasped into his mouth, arms wrapped around his neck and moaning as your hips connected to his and he was fully sheathed inside you. The pressure of his cock so deep inside you had you quivering on top of him, like you couldn’t control your body’s reaction to how he stretched you out. 

“God do I love you… y’feel so fucking good baby” he moaned, grabbing your ass to start to grind your hips back and forth. You whimpered loudly into his mouth and followed his movements, grinding your hips in line with how he was moving you. 

Harry just filled you up so good. He was just perfect for your body in every way. It also helped that he just knew what you liked. After sleeping together for nearly three years now, you were both pretty in tune with each other's bodies and what got you off. 

Once you were adjusted, you were quick to start bouncing on him. He kept his hands on your ass and squeezed and kneaded, spanking it every now and then to make that pretty yelp of yours echo around the room. It was a sound Harry wanted to record and use in one of his songs, a background noise just loud enough to hear but not correlate with an actual moan. Just for you and him. 

“Being such a good fucking girl, y/n. Ride me so well” he praised, kissing and dragging his teeth down your neck until he captured your nipple in his mouth. He bit down roughly, making you cry out and move a little faster over him. 

The pleasure was dizzying. Between his cock hitting your g-spot, his hands grabbing your ass and spanking you and the way his mouth was working on your breasts… you were in absolute heaven. Your pussy was already sensitive from your first orgasm, and now barely a couple of minutes with him inside you, you were ready for your second. 

But something was missing. 

“Please Harry… would you…” you couldn’t even finish the sentence, not when your fingers connected to your clit to bring the extra pleasure you needed to finish. 

But that wasn’t it. 

Your other hand drifted up, sliding between your breasts to your neck where it touched briefly before returning to Harry’s hair. It was out and unruly now, sweaty already from the sheer heat emitting from your bodies. 

From that little subtle touch on your neck, Harry knew exactly what you needed. But he wouldn’t give it to you that easily. He wanted your words. Wanted to hear you beg for it. 

He supported your back and was quick to stand up. You clung onto him but it didn’t last long before he had your back on the couch and was kneeling between your legs. He grabbed onto the back of your knees and press your legs to your chest, using that leverage to start fucking into you. 

It was steady, but hard and it had you gasping and reaching behind you to grab onto the couch for some sort of grounding. Anything to release the built-up pressure in your body. 

“What do you want, huh? You can use your big girl words, can't you, bunny?” He mocked, letting go of one of your legs to grab onto your breast and give it a firm squeeze. You gasped and arched your back into his hands, wrapping a leg around his hips to pull him closer to you. 

“You know what I want, Harry… don’t you want to give the love of your life what she wants?” You gasped, teasing him as you clenched around him with purpose. 

His thrusts faulted momentarily and you could see his jaw clench at the way you were challenging him, as well as the blinding pleasure that wrecked his body at the sudden tightness that surrounded his cock. 

“Only when she asks nicely” he slid his hand from your breast up to your neck, teasing you like he was about to wrap it around but instead going straight past and to the couch beside your head. He propped himself up and dipped down, capturing your mouth with his as he started thrusting faster this time. 

It was hard to think straight when he fucked you like this. With his chest brushing against yours and your nails clawing at his back… your mouths connected, but not really because you just couldn’t stop moaning. It was a connection like no other. Just skin on skin in your favourite way. 

His thrusts were bruising, hard and punishing. So punishing you couldn’t do anything but cry out for him. You were loud and uncoordinated, and you were barely able to get out your plea for what you really needed.

“Please… please choke me” you gave in, just like you always did. 

Harry grinned against your mouth, “Good girl”. 

With a final peck, he sat back on his haunches, pulling your legs over his thighs and wrapping his hand firmly around your neck. He squeezed it in just the right way, firm and in the correct spots on either side of your esophagus to send that woozy feeling straight to your brain. 

Then he was back to thrusting again and back to making you quiver and writhe beneath him, like you were addicted to the way his cock felt inside you. Truthfully... you were.

“Yes… yes, fuck!… Just fuck me, Harry. Please… h-harder!” you wanted it to hurt, to feel his love on you days later. You wanted to feel his cock still deep in your womb days later, like it was still there stretching you out and making you cum. 

“You take me so fucking well, bunny. Your pussy just feels so good wrapped around me… all mine isn’t it? It’s all fucking mine” he fucked you harder, the couch banging against the wall from how fast his hips were snapping into yours. 

It was just so overwhelming too. With every thrust your body spasmed and you screamed, unable to keep quiet due to how good he was fucking you. It hurt, but it hurt in the best way. Like scratching sunburn or pressing down on a cut, an addictive pain that you didn’t want to stop in some sort of fucked up way. 

Satisfying and dizzying all at once. 

“Uhuh” you nodded, borderline passed out and just taking what he gave you. 

He was obsessed with how fucked out you looked, like you went completely braindead. Your eyes were screwed shut and your mouth was gaped, just enough to let out your moans and cries of ecstasy. 

Harry could cum just off that look alone, and he almost did but you weren’t quite there yet. Despite being sensitive after one orgasm, it always took a little longer for you to reach your second, which was something he learned pretty quickly when you two first got together. 

So he dipped his fingers right where his cock was pummelling into you and collected your arousal before dragging it upwards to use it as lube to rub your clit. Everything was just so wet and slippery and Harry couldn’t get enough of it. Your inner thighs were soaked and his cock was covered in your cream. It had dripped down and coated his balls from when you rode him, and the sight of it all covered in you was making his head spin. 

He fucking loved it. 

And it wasn’t long for you to start squeezing around him, for your pussy to flutter and your body to jerk in the beginning signs of your orgasm. Your back arched and before you could warn him your vision went black and you were crying out his name. Your fingers found his forearms, digging into them until little crescent marks seemed to tattoo themselves on his skin.

His thrusts stuttered and his body jerked as he came shortly after, finally letting himself release the orgasm he had been holding onto for a little while now. 

Harry collapsed on top of you and dug his head in your neck. You sighed at the contact and wrapped yourself around him, a little shaky and utterly exhausted, but happy. 

For the first time in five months, you were happy. Genuinely happy. 

“I missed that” Harry spoke up first, nuzzling into your neck before pressing a kiss against your sweaty skin. 

“I missed that too, I missed you” you replied softly, running your fingers through his hair. 

“Are we really going to do this? Get back together?” He asked after a bit more comfortable silence, shifting a little so he could rest his chin against your sternum and look at you. 

“It’s probably a bad idea, right?” You kept playing with his hair, circling a curl around your finger mindlessly. 

“Probably…” he sighed, pressing the side of his face to your chest and not saying anything else. 

“I don’t care though” you spoke up again, causing him to turn his head and look at you. “I love you and I want to be with you. I want us to try again.” 

He smiled longingly and propped himself up so he was hovered over you. His shift had his cock moving inside you and you winced a little uncomfortably at the ache already growing there. But you loved it. It was exactly what you wanted. 

“We’re gonna make it work, I promise.” He looked at you honestly and spoke with full conviction. You smiled up at him and kissed him gently, tugging at his cross necklace. 

“I love you” 

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Summary: FWB's Harry and y/n find out that they're more than just a temporary fix to each other

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, unprotected sex, oral (m rec), hair pulling, general filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

I tossed and turned for what felt like hours.

I let out a sigh, fighting the urges to call him. I haven't spoke to Harry in weeks because I was getting feelings and feelings for Harry were a no go.

"Fuck it." I roll over and slap my hand on my phone, dragging it over me. I go into my messages and scroll down to Harry's name. I chew on my lip, really debating if I want to do this.

I do.

I sink low and send him the typical, you up? text that most guys send at this time.

He might not even be up. I start to breathe a little faster. Anxiety mixed with excitement.

I get a text back and sure enough, he's up.

Harry: Well well well, if it ain't little miss lonely.

I scoff and roll my eyes,

Me: What's that supposed to mean?

Harry: Come over and I'll tell you.

I bite my lip and smirk,

Me: What's in it for me?

Harry: Come over and I'll show you.

I sigh, "Doesn't this man know what sexting is?" I sit up and I swear my thumbs move on their own,

Me: On my way.

I smile and try to keep my excitement down to a minimum. "Oh shit. Shit shit." I get up and quickly make myself look decent. I throw on a sweatshirt and leggings and slip on my shoes.

I quietly sneak past my sisters room and walk down the steps.

I grab my purse and grab my keys off the hook.

"Where are you going?" My sister asks popping around the corner, scaring the absolute shit out of me.

"Ah! Julie I almost killed you." I yell, "What the fuck are you doing?" She crosses her arms and smirks, "I can ask you the same thing. You going to see Harry?"

I look at her quickly, "What? N-no. I'm going to-" I sigh, "Yes."

She shakes her head, "He's more than a temporary fix for you and you both just see to realize that." She says as she walks away.

"What?" I say turning towards her. She stops on the steps and leans down over the banister, "Don't keep him waiting."

I scoff and look at my phone,

Harry: Come on, love. I can't wait to see you.

Me: I'm coming, I'm coming. Chill out.

I walk out and get into my car. I put on my music and grip the steering wheel tight before I start driving.

He's more than a temporary fix for you and you both just see to realize that.

I think about what Julie said, over and over again. Her voice playing in my head the whole time I drive to Harry's.

I sit in my car and I look up at his apartment, butterflies start to fill my stomach.

Me: I'm here. I'll be up.

I get out and lock my car, slowly walking up the steps to his door. I knock a few times before the door opens.

There stands Harry. Hot and shirtless. Tattoos on full display.

I bite my lip as my eyes scan over his half naked body, his voice snapping me out of my stare.

"Are you coming in, or are you just going to stand there and gawk over me."

I look up at him and shake my head with a smirk, "Shut up." I walk in past him and push his shoulder. He shuts the door and presses his back against it with his arms crossed over his chest.

"What?" I ask while setting my bag on the couch.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of having you being here at this hour?" He chuckles. I shrug, "I guess I just .. needed a temporary fix."

"Yeah?" He walks over to me, "I told you can call me when you're lonely." He brushes hair off my shoulder and tucks it behind my ear, "When you can't sleep.." he slides his hands down to my hips and pulls me into him, "I'll always be your temporary fix."

I look from his eyes up to his lips and smirk before he leans down and kisses me which quickly turns into a very hot make out.

"I've missed you." He mumbles lowly.

I nod in agreement, slipping my hoodie off over my head and tossing it to the ground. I connect my lips with his and he unhooks my bra, sliding it down over my arms and dropping it.

He backs me up into his bedroom, not breaking the kiss.

My knees bend as I hit the bed and I fall back, pulling him with me. He holds his weight up as he hovers over me.

He places kisses down my chest and stomach and takes off my pants and panties together in one swift motion.

I raise my eyebrows.

He shrugs and crawls back onto me, "What?" He kisses me, "I said I've missed you." I giggle and wrap my arms around his neck.

"Didn't you miss me?" He teases, "Didn't you miss how my cock feels inside that tight little pussy you have? Hmm." He kisses my neck and sucks on a spot.

I whimper, "Y-yes." I run my fingers through his hair and arch my back as I can feel him sinking his teeth into my skin, "Fuck."

He kisses up to my ear, "Ive also missed those lips of yours."

"Which ones?" I joke and he looks up at me, "Both of them." He pushes his sweats down immediately freeing his cock.

My eyes flick down and I lick my lips, "Let me suck you off for a little." I look back up to him and he nods eagerly.

I nod for him to lay on the bed and I get up on my knees to finish taking off his sweats. I get myself into position, laying on my belly with my feet kicking in the air behind me.

I lean in and lick a long stripe up the shaft of his cock and he gasps, "Oh." I lick the tip, tasting his salty precum, "Mm, someone's excited." I tease playfully.

He tilts his head and nods once with his teeth holding onto his bottom lip.

I wrap my hand around him and work my way onto his cock. I swirl my tongue and bob my head, each bob earning a moan that gets louder and louder.

"Shit." He gasps laying a hand on the back of my head. He gently pushes my head further down and I let him. I gag slightly as he hits the back of my throat and he jerks his hips, "Fuck, baby."

I hold it there for a few moments as he thrusts his hips slowly.

"O-okay. Come here." He runs a hand up and down my back. I sit up and wipe my mouth before straddling him. Without a word, I slowly sink down into him.

My lips part slowly as I close my eyes and tilt my head back, enjoying the feeling of finally having him inside of me after not having him for weeks.

"Still feel so good." He moans. He grips my hips and starts to slowly rock them. I gasp and look at him, "That feels so good." He smirks and watches me. He leans his head forward so I can wrap and arm around his neck.

I start to bounce, moaning into his neck, "Harry." He wraps and arm around my waist and holds me, moaning along with me.

I wrap my arms tighter around him as I can feel my orgasm approaching, "M'gonna cum." I whimper, "Fuck, Harry."

He turns his head and kisses my neck, biting the same sensitive spot he already marked me with, "Cum on my cock."

I rock my hips, getting him to hit exactly where I need him to hit and I gasp loudly followed by the scream of his name, "Harry, fuck fuck." I groan and arch my back so my chest is pressed more into his.

He thrusts his hips up to meet mine, fucking me through my leg shaking orgasm.

He rolls us over so he's on top now, "Feel good?"

I bite my lip and smile, "Always."

He slides a hand up to my neck and gently starts to squeeze the sides. He starts to thrust again but slow and hard. He watches my face as my eyes roll back and I smile.

"You dirty girl. You like being choked don't you?" 

I keep smiling and nod.

He thrusts all the way in and pushes against me, "You're so fucking hot." He slowly moves his hips causing me to whimper.

He removes his hand from my throat and leans down to kiss me, "Where do you want me to cum?" I open my mouth and stick my tongue out.

He nods with a smirk, "As you wish." He starts to thrusts again at a faster pace. He groans and grips my hips tight, tilting his head back.

He pulls out and I quickly get up, wrapping my lips around the head and pumping. He tangles his fingers into my hair and moans as he pumps his hot cum into my throat.

"Fuck, baby, Mm, fuck." He moans as I suck him clean. I lean and fall back onto the bed. He lays down on his stomach next to me, "that.." he blows air and smiles.

I nod, "one hundred percent." I look up at the ceiling and bite my lip. I didn't realize Harry was staring at me until a few minutes later.

"What's going on in that beautiful brain of yours?" He props himself up onto one of his elbows, "Whatcha thinkin about?"

I look over at him and shake my head, "Nothing, it's nothing."

He lays a hand on mine, "It's obviously not just nothing, what's going on?"

I sigh and laugh slightly, "My.. uh, my sister said something to me when she caught me sneaking out and I can't stop thinking about it."

"Uh oh. What did the all mighty Julie have to say?" He chuckles.

I think for a moment, "That.. you're not just a temporary fix for me." I slowly look over at him and he has a smile plastered on his lips.

"What?" I ask slightly embarrassed, "Harry don't ma-"

He brings a hand up to turn my head towards him, "That Talia I told you about.." he pauses and I nod, "Yeah? What about her?"

"She isn't real."

"Huh?" I ask confused.

He shakes his head, "I mean, she is, but she has a girlfriend and I just told you that to see if you'd get jealous because I wanted to see if you caught feelings like I did."

"Feelings we're hooked lined and sunk a while ago buddy."

"Buddy? Did you just friendzone me?" He laughs and leans in, "I don't want to be just a temporary fix for you anymore." He kisses my forehead.

"Good because I don't want you to be either." I place my lips on his and we fall asleep cuddling with our naked bodies as close to one another as they can be.

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[cinemastyles-backup]

Summary: Anon request - "Can you do another one shot based on what happens after lights camera action, like their career together and how they grow closer through filming and work bc I need it so badly tysm”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, unprotected sex, fingering, masterbation, oral, creampie, general filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

"Great job, today guys." Ben says. I tie my robe around me and smile, "Hey, thanks." He nods and exits the room. I look over at Harry who is laying on the bed with a sheet thrown over him.

I walk over and slowly crawl onto the bed and rest my chin on his arm that's tucked behind his head, "What's Harry thinking?"

He lets out a small sigh and turns his head, "I'm just happy we're doing this." I smile, "Honestly, me too." He turns his head and looks at me, his one curl ticking my nose. I scrunch it and he brushes his hair away and rolls over to face me.

I trace his one sparrow tattoo lightly with my finger, "I'm happy here. My boss doesn't yell at me." I look up at him and smirk. He leans in and kisses my forehead, "I could never yell at you."

"I have to say, I am pretty impressed with how quickly you became comfortable with the whole cameras on you while you're being fucked thing." He chuckles slightly.

"I do it with someone I fully trust, and I know if I had any issue whatsoever, you'd take care of it right away." I smile and run my fingers through his hair.

He smiles and closes his eyes as I play with his hair, "Are you hungry? Want to grab dinner before we head home?"

I nod, "Sounds great. I just need to clean up, I can feel my mascara under my eyes. I don't want to go out looking like a rat."

He grabs my chin and shakes my head gently, "You're a very beautiful rat ." He kisses my head, "I'll meet you out front."

—— "Ready?" He asks holding his hand out. I smile and take his hand, "Yep." We walk out to his car and he opens the door for me. I slip in and smile up at him as he shuts it.

He gets in and looks over at me, "Move in with me."

My mouth drops slightly, "R-really?" He shrugs, "No use in having your apartment if you're always at mine." He smirks over at me before he starts driving.

"Plus." He bites his bottom lip and chuckles, "it'll be easier for me to just roll over and fuck you awake."

His words make me clench my thighs together, "Right." I bite my lip, "Okay." I look over at him, "I'll move in with you."

He reaches over and lays a hand on my knee, giving it a gentle squeeze, "Great."

I lay a hand on his and look out the window.

"What's y/n thinking?" He taps his finger on my leg to get my attention. I let out a sigh and smile, "Just how comfortable and safe I feel with you."

"I'm glad that I make you feel those things. I know I can be an asshole but I try not to be to you. You've done nothing but support me. You mean the world to me, y/n." He stops at a red light and looks over at me.

I look over at him and the red glow from the light makes him look so irresistible.

"We're having sex tonight." The words roll off my tongue with ease, "You look so fucking good right now."

He smirks and shakes his head, "Someone's bold tonight."

I reach over and tangle my fingers in his hair, "You're addicting, Harry. I've never had anyone care for me like you do, and I feel like we've grown so much closer since we did that video, I just-" I shrug and look down with a slightly embarrassed laugh, "Sorry."

He starts to drive again, "y/n. I feel the same way with you. I totally understand what you-" he stops talking and looks up, "Nice turn signal you fucking asshole."

I giggle and rest my head back while still looking at him. He lays his hand back on mine and sighs, "Having sex with you is absolutely incredible because I genuinely love you."

My head jolts up and my heart starts beating faster, "Y-you-" I stare at him until he confirms what came out of his mouth.

We pull into the parking lot and he turns to me, "I love you." He smiles but quickly shakes his head, "It's not because of the sex, y/n. That's truly a bonus. I get to go to work every day with my best friend. Come home with my best friend. I don't feel almost completely empty anymore."

He reaches over and tucks hair behind my ear, "Too much?"

I shake my head and lean over to kiss him, "You said it perfectly." I lean back in my seat, "Because that's how I feel. If we're being honest here, I've loved you since- well, not to be dramatic, but probably since the first time I seen you."

I tilt my head and squint, "Maybe it's the hair."

He smiles and looks away shaking his head.

"Kidding. Kidding." I laugh, "Well."

He turns his head towards me quickly.

"I'm kidding,.. although I do love your hair." I twirl it around my finger, "I tried to hate you for doing this line of work. Mainly because I was jealous and I never thought I could do it too, nor did you want me to."

He tilts his head against the headrest, "That's why I asked you to do it. I like doing porn, but I wanted someone I was comfortable with for once, someone I didn't specifically fuck just to get a paycheck."

"Unless I physically can't, I don't think I'd ever say no to you." I wink and lay a hand on my stomach, "Can we finish this over dinner? I'm starving.

He nods and gets out and comes around to my door, "Let's eat so we can get home and you can do whatever you want to me." He pulls me closer and kisses my head as we walk towards the restaurant.

——

I giggle as we walk out and Harry laughs, "Someone had a bit too much to drink, didn't they?" He teases.

"Mm, maybe?" I giggle as I lean against the car. I hold my arms out and Harry walks over to me. I grab his shirt and look up at him, "I have a few ideas for our website, channel thingy."

He steps closer to me and pins me against the car with his body, "Yeah?" He brushes his finger against my cheek. I nod, "Oh yes."

"Tell me on the ride home, yeah?" He opens the door and I get in, letting out a sigh. I look over at him as he gets in, "I want you to cum all over my face."

He raises his eyebrows, "Someone is definitely feeling bold." He smirks at me, "But I can do that."

"And I want you to fuck me while I'm handcuffed." I bite my lip, "Harry." I whimper, "I can't wait to fuck you."

"I can't wait to fuck you." He slides a hand up my leg, "Why don't you show me that pretty little pussy of yours, hmm? Get it nice and wet for me."

"Already there, but okay." I slip my pants off and turn towards him slightly as I bring my knees up and spread them.

Harry groans at the sight and reaches over, his fingers brush my clit and I moan at the feeling, "So fucking sexy."

"I can't wait to feel you." I moan as I pump two fingers in and out of me, "Your cock. Your tongue." He groans at my words. "y/n.."

"I love it when you say my name." I close my eyes and tilt my head back, finger fucking myself faster.

"That's it, baby." He reaches over and rubs my clit, "We're almost home."

I arch my back and clench around my fingers, "Ah, fuck. I'm gonna cum."

Harry slides his two fingers in against mine and goes with the rhythm of my hand, "Cum for me." He commands.

I grip the seat with my free hand and moan loudly as my orgasm hits hard.

I open my eyes and Harry pulls his fingers out, immediately bringing them up to his lips. His lips wrap around them and he moans, "You taste so good. I'm eating that pussy as soon as we get inside."

I put my pants back on as he parks and we quickly make our way up to the apartment, kissing every change we got.

He pushes me inside and kicks the door shut. He lifts me up onto the counter and takes my pants off again, "Come here." He bends down and attaches himself to my pussy, his nose bumping my clit in all the right ways.

I lean back, one arm supporting my weight and I push his head into me more with my other, "Fuck Harry!" I moan out, "So fucking good."

He grips my thighs hard enough that I'll have to check for bruising tomorrow. He moans against me, adding additional pleasure.

He looks up at me and locks eyes with mine. I watch as he eats me out, biting my lip as he sucks my clit. My lips part and I throw my head back as he brings me to my second orgasm of the night.

He slowly pulls away, wiping the corner of his mouth with his wrist, "Delicious as always." He smirks and leans in, connecting his lips with mine and pushes his tongue into my mouth so I can taste myself.

He slides me off of the counter and takes me into the bedroom. He throws me down onto the bed and unbuttons his shirt. I take off my shirt and bra and lay back on the bed, watching him undress for me.

He crawls onto the bed, "What do you want to do?" He kisses my neck, "Anything you want."

I lean back to look at him, "I just want to be close to you right now. No cameras. Just us."

"We can do that."

I tilt my head and moan as he bites a little spot and sucks, "I-I want.." I bite my lip, "I want to choke on your cock."

He chuckles against my neck, "Yeah? Anything else?"

I shake my head, "No for now." He nods and crawls off the bed, "How would you like to choke on my cock, sweetheart?"

I lay on my back and hang my head off the bed. He smirks and walks over to me, "If I get too rough just raise your hand, okay?"

I smile and nod before opening my mouth. Harry taps the head of his cock on my tongue and slides it into my mouth.

He gasps as I start to suck. Slowly starting to build up the roughness of his thrusts. I gag around him and close my eyes, tears fall from them as I moan at him reaching down to pinch my nipples.

"So fucking good." He groans, "Fuck."

He slows his thrusts down and pulls out, giving me a chance to recover, "You good?" I nod, "Yes sir." He smirks and lays down on his back next to me.

I crawl onto him, brushing my pussy against his now wet cock.

"It's just us." I whisper while resting my forehead against his. He kisses me gently, "Just us."

I slowly sink down onto him, gasping as I feel him enter me. He lays an arm over my back and cups my cheek with his other hand.

I wanted to have rough and dirty sex tonight, but after our extremely open and honest conversation in the car, making love to him just sounded perfect.

I slowly roll my hips, moaning against his lips. He lays there, letting me do what I want. He moans out a compliment every now and then.

"You're so beautiful." He brushes hair from my face and kisses my forehead, "Does that feel good?"

I nod, "So, so good." I whimper, "You.. always feel so good." I start to move my hips faster, building up another orgasm.

Harry pulls me closer, moaning into my ear, "Cum on my cock, baby." I moan loudly as I push myself all the way down on him. Ever so slowly moving my hips to help guide me through.

"Let me take over, you must be tired." He flips us over and slides back into me. I arch my back and moan as I throw a leg over him, pulling him closer to me.

"Fuck." I whimper as I grab his face to kiss him. He still has his arm tucked under me, holding me against his body. His trusts are slow and full of passion.

He nuzzled his nose against my neck, "m'gonna cum soon." I nod and turn my head to kiss him. "Where do y-"

"Anywhere." I say quickly. His thrust start to slow down and I moan as I feel his cock twitching inside of me.

"I love you." He whispers holding me close.

"I love you."

He pulls out and lays next to me, grabbing me and laying me down with him.

"I'm so glad you said yes to doing that video with me." He mumbles half asleep. I smile and cuddle against him, "Me too, Harry. Me too."

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Summary: Anon request - “I have a request for lights camera action. What if Harry and y/n get nominated for an award for one of their scenes and they go to the award show, win and then fuck in the bathroom or something?”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, semi public sex, oral, unprotected sex, general filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

LONG HAIR HARRY This was an anonymous idea given to me on tumblr.

"Are you about ready?" Harry says walking into the room. He rounds the corner and freezes.

I slowly look over at him as I put the back of my earring on, "Yeah I'm almost ready." I smile, "I know, this dress is insane."

He nods, "Insanely good." He walks over and lightly drags his fingers over the material, "I love this on you." I turn around to face him and his hands grip my hips, "We don't have time, Mr. Styles." I tilt my head as his lips gently touch my neck.

"We can make it quick, yeah?" He argues as he pushes his growing bulge into my thigh.

"As much as I would love to, Harry. We can't be late to this." I slip out from under him, "I promise I'll make it up to you later." I wink and hold my hand out, "Now come on, we have awards to win."

Harry smirks and grabs my hand, "I'm holding you to it."

——

"I can't believe we've been nominated." I look at Harry, "I never would have thought that I'd be nominated for anything like this. Let alone three awards."

He smiles and takes my hand, "You deserve it, even the directors have said that you deserve it."

"Really?"

He nods, "Oh yeah. You're phenomenal, y/n."

"Mr. Styles, we have arrived." The drive says coming to a stop.

"Just smile and hang onto me. I'll be here the whole time." Harry kisses my temple and gets out, walking around to wait for me. The driver opens the door and I swing my legs out, grabbing Harry's hand as I stand up.

"Y/N!" The photographers yell, "Harry! Harry!"

Harry smiles and waves and looks down at me, "They love you." I smile and my grip tightens on Harry's arm.

He walks with me down the red carpet, stopping for all the photo ops. His arm snakes around my waist and he pulls me closer.

"Harry, what's it's like having a partner that gives so much passion in the videos?" One person with a mic asks.

He looks down at me and back at the lady, "It's amazing, actually. The amount of love and trust that we have between us, on and off the camera I must add, is astonishing. There's nothing like it."

I smile and she looks at me, "How do you feel about being nominated for four awards?"

"Four?" I ask confused, "We've been nominated for three I thought?" She looks down at her card and shakes her head, "Y/N, you've also been nominated for Female performer of the year."

I raise my eyebrows, "I had no idea. Oh my god." I laugh slightly, "Did you know about this?" I look up at Harry and he smiles and shrugs, "Surprise!"

I slap his chest playfully, "Wow. Okay. That's amazing. I genuinely had no idea that I was in that category."

She smiles, "Best of luck to you both! Enjoy your night!"

"You as well." I smile and look up at Harry, "Jesus fuck. I had no idea." He kisses my head, "As said, you deserve it."

We make our way inside and find our table. Harry gets us drinks and we chit chat with other people from all around the states.

The lights go down and the spot light hits the stage. The host walks out and everyone claps. Harry keeps his hand on my knee the whole time.

We go through a few categories, cheering for everyone who wins, then finally, we get to the first category we're nominated for.

"The nominees for Best All Sex Video are.." the host turns towards the screen and a recording of the names plays with a selfie of each of the couples. Harry squeezes my leg when our pictures comes up.

I smile and take a deep breathe, laying my hand on his.

"And the award goes to.." he opens the dark colored envelope, "Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N!"

"What?" I exclaim standing up. Harry gives me a hug and kiss and grabs my hand to lead me up onto the stage.

They hand me the award and I smile, "Thank you. Thank you!" We walk over to the microphone and I can feel myself shaking a little.

"Wow." Harry says looks over at me, "We just want to say thank you for allowing us to receive this award and honestly." He laughs, "The fans for watching us do what we do because of it wasn't for them, I don't think we'd be standing here." He motions for me to speak next.

I step up to the mic and take a deep breathe, "A few years ago I never saw myself at an award show, especially for one like this. I am truly grateful that I get to go to work everyday with my best friend and I'm very grateful for every person that has watched us and liked us."

"We love you y/n!" Someone in the crowd yells which causes everyone to erupt with cheers.

"Thank you." Harry leads us back to the table and we sit down. Everyone around is congratulates us and the host announces the next category.

"And the nominees for Best Film."

Again, the names display on the screen with a picture of each couple and there's Harry and I again.

I finish my drink before the hosts starts talking again and I grab Harry's hand. He gives it a squeeze and cheers me on as our names get read off again."

We walk up and I smile as Harry accepts the award, "Wow. Feels like I just sat down." The crowd laughs and Harry leans in, "Again, super super grateful for everyone out there."

"Thank you again." We walk off stage and sit down and I look over at Harry, "Is there tequila in these drinks?" He smirks and nods, "Mhm." I smirk, "You know what that does to me."

He shakes his head, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

I roll my eyes and keep on drinking along side Harry, listening to the host and applauding the winners.

"And now. One of the categories you've all been waiting for... can I get a drum roll please?" The crowd drums their tables and the host leans into the mic, "The nominees for Female Performer of the year are.."

I bite my lip and bounce my leg with anticipation as the screen displays me and the other women in the category.

"You're totally going to win this, babe." Harry whispers into my ear, "And when you do, I'm taking you somewhere and fucking the shit out of you."

I can feel my cheeks turning red, the tequila is setting in. I turn my head towards him, my nose brushing against his, "Please do that even if I don't win." I peck his lips and lean back into my seat.

He nods and smirks at me, "Promise."

I smile and shake my head. I grab my glass and sip my drink until the host starts speaking again, "Now without further ado.. the winner for Female Performer of the Year goes too..."

I lean forward and hold my breathe.

"Y/N Y/L/N."

"Yes! Let's go!" Harry jumps up and cheers for me, "Fuck yes, I knew it!"

I stand up slowly and Harry leans in and kisses me, "I love you." I smile and kiss him again, "I love you." I make my way up to the stage and take my award. I can hear Harry's whistle above all the clapping.

Since I was sitting for so long, the alcohol hit me as soon as I started walking. I smile as I take the award and walk up to the mic, "Fuck." I cover my mouth, "Sorry. Sorry. The tequila is finally setting in."

Everyone laughs and I let out a sigh as I look at the award in my hands, "Harry." I look over at him, "Thank you for asking me to be in that video. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you. You have made me so much more confident in myself and I just- I love you so, so much. Along with every single fan who watched me and enjoyed every second of it. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." I blow a kiss and walk off the stage.

I walk over to Harry and set my award down next to the other two, "Let's go, mister." He looks at our table and smiles, "Excuse us." I grab his hand and we make our way into the small hallway.

He pins me against the wall, his lips immediately finding mine. I hands slide around his neck and I pull myself closer to him, "I need you." I whimper, "Please."

His hand searches for the door knob and he pushes us both in once the door is open. He shuts it and flips the light on.

My back gets pressed against the door and his hands slide down my legs, "You're so sexy in this dress." He pushes the dress up, exposing my leg. His lips kiss from my ankle up to my knee.

I run a hand down my body and pull my dress up, "Harry." I whine, desperate for his touch. He kisses up my thigh and stops. He leans back and looks up at me, "No panties?"

I shake my head and smirk, "Just for you."

He licks his lips, "Such a dirty girl." He leans in and lifts my leg, throw it over his shoulder. His lips find my clit and I jump at the touch, instantly moaning.

"Shh, baby." He says against my pussy, "Fuck. You're so wet already." His tongue slips between my folds and he grips my hips under my dress, pulling me closer to him.

"Fuck." I gasp arching my back off the door, "Shit." He leans back and shrugs his white floral print jacket off and tosses it away from us, "Don't want to get that dirty." He chuckles before he brings his hand up, sliding two fingers inside of me slowly.

I grip my dress tighter and my lips fall open, "Fuck. Fuck." I moan as he fingers me. His tongue works at my clit as he curls his fingers.

"I can't wait to put my cock in you." He moans leaning back. He continues to fuck me with his fingers as he watches my face twitch with pleasure.

"Does that feel good, baby?" He asks lowly? "Sure seems like it does." I nod my head and moan, "It feels so fucking good, Harry."

"Cum for me then I'll give you my cock, okay?" He starts to move his fingers faster, this lips go back to ducking my clit.

My eyes roll back at the pleasure and I grip his hair, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I moan as my leg keeping me up starts to shake, "Shit." I clench around his fingers and let out a long sigh.

He leans back as he gently sets my leg down and stands up, "That's award winning pussy right there, sweetheart." He wraps an arm around my waist, helping me keep my balance and I slide a hand down to his belt.

I slowly undo it as I kiss him, tasting myself on his lips and tongue.

"I want to taste this award winning cock." I whisper before I go down to my knees. I look up at him as I work to get his cock free from his boxers. I keep my stare on his as I lick a stripe along side it.

I take the tip of it in my mouth and suck as I swirl my tongue, causing him to shut his eyes and throw his head back. He lets out a moan and gasps as I take more of him in, bobbing my head in a steady rhythm.

"Fuck, y/n." He groans, "Shit."

"As.. as much as I love this.. this is about.. fuck.." he moans and pulls his hips back. I sit back and look up at him. He lays a finger under my chin, "This is about you." He nods for me to stand up.

I get up off my knees and he kisses me. I wrap my arms around his neck, the kiss getting more heated the longer we stay connected. He spins be around and bunches up my dress and lays it on my lower back.

He lines up and pushes into me. I let out a moan against the door, "Oh fuck." He grips my hips and slowly pulls out, "Fuck. You feel so good."

He thrusts back in and I move my hips back to meet his. I can feel his hand grip my dress tight, "Fuck." He grunts, "Turn around here." He steps back and spins me around to face him.

I pull my dress up and he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and arms around his neck. He uses one arm to lean against the door and the other is around my back.

I kiss him and moan into his mouth as he slide back into me.

I tilt my head back and his lips find my neck, "Fuck, baby." He groans against my skin, "You're going to make me cum."

I look down at him and nod. I bite my lip and clench around him, "Harry." I gasp, "Don't stop. Please d-do-" I tighten my legs around him and arch my back against the door, letting out a loud moan.

"Look at me." I look at him and he kisses me. His grip tightens on my waist and I can feel him cum. He lays his head on my shoulder and groans, "Shit."

I let out a sigh as I come down from my high and lay a hand on his cheek, "We better get back, see what we missed." He picks his head up and smiles at me, "Congratulations, love."

"Thank you, baby." I peck his lips and he sets me down, "Let's just hope I don't leave a trail of Harry juice where ever I go."

He looks at me after he buckles his belt and laughs, "What?"

"No panties remember?" I smirk and shrug, "Aw well. Everyone is too drunk to realize." I walk over and pick up his jacket for him, "Don't wanna forget this." I help him put it back on and he smooths my dress out.

"We're making a video when we get home. I'm not done with you yet." He kisses my head and inspects my makeup before we walk back into the ceremony.

——

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Categorized by each of Harry’s Eras

LHH | Frat Boy Harry | Prince Harry | Bandana Harry | Dunkirk Harry | HS1 Harry | Fine Line Harry | Man Bun Harry | Mustache/Quarantine Harry | Harry’s House/ Current Harry | Narry | Zarry

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LONG HAIR HARRY

Temporary Fix  

Lights, Camera, Action.

Lights, Camera, Action. Part 2

Lights, Camera, Action. Part 3

Tattooed Harry

Your Brother Will Kill Me

Not A Free Show

You Like That?

Becky’s So Hot

Was It Worth the Wait?

Exploration

FRAT BOY HARRY

Frat House

B.M.W.B  

Game On.

Model For Me

Cherry Pop

What Happens on the Tour Bus, Stays on the Tour Bus.   What Happens on the Tour Bus, Stays on the Tour Bus Part 2

Can I Take You Somewhere?

Isn’t Your Mom Home?

I Love Being in the Band.

And Scene.

PRINCE HARRY

Visiting Home

Visiting Home Part 2

A Friend of Harry’s [Zarry]

Riding the High

Best Tutor Ever

BANDANA HARRY

You Got Me

Make Up

Matter of Time apart 2

DUNKIRK HARRY

Under My Skin

Spill or Fill

Spill or Fill Part 2

Spill or Fill Part 3

One & Done?

Medicine

Assistant C.E.O

Tensions Are High

Teacher’s Lounge

Glad You Passed By

HS1 HARRY

Live in Studio

Live in Studio Part 2

Golden

Red Cuffs

Show Me How You Do It

Kiwi. Part 1 and Part 2

It Pays To Be A Harry Girl

Just A Girl in the Bar

FINE LINE HARRY

Still the One

Still the One Part 2

Loved You First  

Staying Focused

Staying Focused Part 2

To Be So Lonely

MANBUN HARRY

When You Know, You Know.

A-hole to Everyone but You

MUSTACHE/QUARANTINE HARRY

Late Night Talking

Three Plus One fluff blurb

Next Room Over

So, You’re Mr..  

So, You’re Mr.. Part 2

HARRY’S HOUSE/ CURRENT HARRY

Punished

Showered with Love fluff blurb

Iced Vanilla Latte  

We Should[n’t] Be Alone Together 

We Should[n’t] Be Alone Together Part 2

You Think Of Me When Exactly?

Say That Again, Baby

Just Like the Movies?

Just a Guitarist?

BOXER HARRY

Come On, You Got It.

NARRY

When In Rome [Narry]

To Niall, From Harry  

Now, Imagine That With Two

Guess who [Harry, Niall, Zayn]

Touch Each Other

FANFICTION

Two Ghosts [hs]

PRIVATE AFFAIR [h.s]

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

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Your Brother Will Kill Me

Summary: Wattpad request by cinemaaarry - “i would love to see harry and sister of his best friend trope!”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, oral, unprotected sex, hair pulling, choking, fluff

Y/b/n -> your brothers name || Y/f/n -> your friends name

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LONG HAIR HARRY

“Ah. She’s alive.” Harry laughs, “Thought you’d at least sleep until noon.”

“Hey buzz kill.” I say with an eye roll.

My brother scoffs, “What’s your issue?” I walk over to the fridge and mumble, “Your friend is my issue.”

I hear them laugh.

“What’s so funny?” I ask as I pour juice into my cup. They look back at me, “You’re just mad that we ruined you and y/f/n’s night.”

“Yeah. You did. I thought you were staying at his house.” I take a sip and set my glass down, my eyes meeting Harry’s. He smirks, “Probably saved you from doing something dumb, like calling that ex asshole of yours.”

I tilt my head, the thoughts that we’re thunk last night spill into my head and I raise an eyebrow, “Not the dumb thing I was thinking of doing.” I smirk, “But okay.”

Harry tilts his head back and smirks as he shakes his head.

“No, Harry’s right.” My oblivious brother starts, “You didn’t need to call him, so I’m glad we came home.”

Harry stares at him for a few seconds before looking over at me and laughing, “Yeah, y/b/n, you’re right.”

“What? What did I miss?” He looks back and fourth between me and Harry and I shrug, “I don’t know. I have to go see if y/f/n is still alive.”

I look in the room and see y/f/n sleeping peacefully. I shut the door quietly and walk over, plopping down on the couch and flipping the tv on.

“Really, y/n?” Your brother says with an attitude.

“It’s my house and I’m letting you stay here.” I smirk at him as he nods with sigh, “Fine.”

My eyes meet Harry’s and I lick my lips at I look back at the tv.

I’m not even watching it, I’m thinking about the possibilities that could have happened if Harry and I’s time wasn’t rudely cut short last night.

“You’re drank a lot, y/n.” Harry’s voice causes me to jump out of my drunken stare into the fridge.

“Not uh.” I giggle as I shut the door, the light leaving us in the dark, “I’m f-fine.” I feel Harry’s presence grow closer and I pull my bottom lip between my teeth.

He lays a hand on the counter next to me and leans against it, “You feel okay?”

I sigh, “I’d feel better if you were insi-“

Harry cuts off my drunken words with pressing his lips to mine and pulling me close to his body his with a tight grip on my hips.

I moan against his lips and he leans back, “Shh, love. Don’t want to get caught now do we?”

I shake my head, “I don’t really care right now.” I push my lips onto his, my tongue slipping into his mouth. I fist his shirt and pull him towards me, his arm wraps around my waist and leans me back slightly before he pulls away and quickly makes his way to the couch.

“Why is it so-“ my brother flips the lights on and looks at me, “What are you doing?”

“Getting water, what are you doing?” I say placing my hand on the counter for more stability, “Why are you here?”

“Harry’s roommate is hosting some game night shit and we didn’t want any part of that.” He walks over and hands Harry a bottle of beer.

Harry looks over at me and winks.

“Y/n. Hello. Y/n.”

I blink and look over at them, “What?”

“Earth to, y/n.” Harry says waving his hand, I laugh slightly and shake my head, “There you are.” He smirks at me and leans back against the couch.

“We’re going to order food, do you want anything?” My brother asks. “Yeah, just get me whatever.” I look back at the tv.

“Okay, I’ll go call that in quick, what would y/f/n want?” He asks as he stands up. I look up at him, “Just get her what you get me.”

He nods and walks away. I glance over at Harry, who looks so relaxed. I just want to lay on his chest.

“Hmm?”

I look up at him, “N-Nothing.” I look away from him and can feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

“Mhm. Sure it doesn’t have anything to do about last night?”

I slowly look over at him and shrug, “Maybe.”

“We’re not finished.”

His words send a shiver of excitement down my spine, “You think so?”

“Know so. As soon as I get you alone-“ he stops talking as my brother walks back in, “Surprises you two haven’t killed each other.”

“No, she’s been alright lately.” Harry jokes with a snort, “I think she’s finally starting to warm up to me.”

I shoot him a glare and hide my smile, “Mm. Don’t flatter yourself Styles.”

——

“What are you doing up so late?”

I look over and see Harry leaning against the wall, “Can’t sleep.” I shrug and smile at him, “What are you guys doing here? I thought you wouldn’t be back until late?”

He walks over and grabs a water from the fridge before leaning down on the counter beside me, “Something your brother ate, made him sick.” He laughs slightly, “Sorry, that’s not funny.”

I laugh quietly, “No, it kind of is. I tell him all the time that what he gets from Moe’s makes his stomach upset but he never listens to me.”

Harry chuckles and let’s out a sigh, slowly turning his head towards me, “So.”

I look over at him and draw circles on the counter, “So..”

Without any more words, he stands up and pulls me under him. His lips meet mine as he lifts me up on the counter, “We’re alone.”

“We are.” I tangle my fingers in his hair and tug slightly. He moans lowly against my lips and nods towards my room. I nod and slide down off the counter. I pull Harry with me and shut my door, making sure to lock it before I turn back to him. His shirt is already off and he’s looking at me, “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this.”

“Be in my room?” I tease as I slip my shirt off, dropping it to the floor. He shakes his head and walks towards me, pushing my back against the wall, “Touch you like this.”

I arch my back and wrap my arms around his neck, “I’ve thought about this and so much more so many times.”

“Yeah? What did you think about?”

I bite my lip as he kisses down my neck, “You.” I breathe out, “And me.”

He hums against my skin.

“I’ve thought about all the nasty things you could possibly do to me.”

He leans back, “We’ll have to make tonight a little bit of a quickie. But..” he pauses and kisses me, “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

I nod and he pulls me over towards the bed, “Take your pants off.”

I do as he says and lay down when he points to the bed. I have a feeling I know what he’s about to do, but I can’t help but feel nervous.

“You good?” He asks as he gets on his knees at the end of the bed. I smile and nod, “Oh yeah.” I bite my lip and close my eyes as his hands slide up my legs, starting at my ankles.

He drags my panties down my thighs, shins and over my feet and drops them onto the floor.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispers quietly with a smile, “Your brother will kill me if he know what I was doing to his little sister.”

I cover my mouth and laugh. I nod, agreeing with him before I pull him down to kiss me.

He makes his way down my body, kissing my skin with open lips. He pushes my knees apart and his lips attach to my clit. I throw my hand over my mouth and arch my back.

“Shit.” I moan into the palm of my hand, “Fuck, fuck.” I reach down with my other hand and lay it flat on Harry’s head, moving my hips as he licks between my folds. He pins my hips down and groans against me.

My eyes roll back as he begins to tongue fuck my soaked cunt, my breathing getting quicker as he continues.

“Shit.” I gasp as I slam my hand down onto the blanket, gripping it tight as I bite my lip hard.

He slides a finger in and I moan kinda loud, I can tell it was loud because Harry mumbles a quick, “Mm.” against me. I look down at him and he’s looking directly up at me, his tongue still working slowly along side his finger.

I nod and whimper in response. I laying back and arching my back as he slides in another finger.

“Fuck.” I say almost silent. I can feel my orgasm rushing in.

He sucks my clit and pumps his fingers at a slight faster pace, pulling me to the edge.

I arch my back high off the bed and cover my mouth with both hands as I cum, clenching and unclenching around his fingers.

He slowly pulls them out as I rest my back down onto the bed, panting.

I look down and Harry puts his fingers between his lips and closes them, groaning as his eyes roll back.

I watch in awe as he licks his fingers clean. He opens his eyes and smirks, his pushing his bottom lip down slightly as he pulls them out.

He crawls up and hovers his body over mine, “You taste divine, my love.”

I lay a hand on his cheek and smile up at him. He reaches down and pushes his underwear down, just enough to pull his throbbing cock out.

“Do you have any condoms in here?” He asks as he brushes hair out of my face. I shake my head, “No, but I don’t want to stop.”

“We’ll just have to be extra careful and hope for the best, right?” He chuckles and rubs the tip of his cock against me before sliding in.

I gasp and tilt my head back. He brings his hand up and lays it over my mouth, muffling my moans as he thrusts in completely. I clench around him as he gives me a second to adjust.

I nod and he pulls out, almost all the way and thrusts back in. He leans down, kissing my neck as his grip on my chin to cover my mouth tightens.

Small groans and curse words leave his mouth. He buries his face into my neck, “Shit, baby.”

I wrap my leg around his lower back and dig my nails into his shoulder and arm, moaning into his palm.

We both freeze as we hear my brothers bedroom door open up. We wait until we hear the shower next door turn on and I look up at Harry and giggle, “Time to hurry.”

He winks and flashes me a smile before reaching down to push my legs out. He leans up and starts to thrust again. I grab the blanket and arch my back, biting my lip hard.

My eyes roll back as I can feel my second orgasm coming in faster than the first. My body is consumed by pleasure and press both of my hands to my mouth to muffle my moans the best I can.

Harry’s thrusts get sloppy once he knows I came and he pulls out, pumping his cock as he cums on my waist with a grunt or two.

I point to the laundry basket with a towel laying over the side and he nods. He walks over to grab it and wipes me off first, then gets himself cleaned up.

We quickly throw on our clothes and he leans down to kiss me, “If he asks, you were asleep and I was on the couch laying down.”

I nod, “Got it.”

He smiles at me and gently grabs my chin, “I’ll be seeing you again very soon.” He winks before quickly and quietly sneaking out of my room.

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Summary: The boys are on The Late Late Show playing tattoo roulette and you’re the lucky artist who gets to do the tattoo.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mentions of alcohol, hair pulling, oral (both), hair pulling, unprotected sex, FILTH

Master

∘₊✧── 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 ──✧₊∘

"It's time for tattoo roulette with one direction." James says nervously and the crowed cheers.

I look over each of them and Niall looks like he is fighting for his life. I mean, he is the only one with naked skin.

My eyes meet Harry's and he gives me a little smirk before looking back at James, who is explaining how the game will go.

"Who ever gets the box that says tattoo, they will be getting a tattoo live in this show by our very lovely tattoo artist, y/n!" He motions towards me and the camera comes onto me.

I smile, wave and blow a kiss to the camera.

The crowd cheers and the camera pans back to the boys. James explains what tattoo will be given before he walks up to Niall, calling him out on not having an tattoos.

"How are you feeling?" James asks and Niall laughs nervously, "I'm regretting the fact that you thought of this game, too."

I smile and laugh, "Oh Niall." I whisper while shaking my head.

"I don't like this." Niall is shaking and James laughs and grabs his hands, "Oh my god you're actually shaking!"

My eyes go back to Harry and his smile, damn. His smile is gorgeous. He watches Niall and claps as he walks down to the row of boxes.

"Harold, how are you feeling about all of this?" James lays a hand on his shoulder and Harry laughs with a smile, "I'm actually fine."

I take a deep breathe, his words make my body tense, but in a good way.

He walks down and picks up the box, walking over and standing next to Niall. He fixes his hair and flips it up and he looks over at me, catches me staring at him.

He smiles and I look down quickly, slightly embarrassed that he caught me staring.

I cross my leg and lean back, clearing my throat as James moves on to Louis.

"It's just going to be another stupid one isn't it? It's alright." Louis walks down and grabs his box, going over to his podium.

"How are you feeling?" Liam asks laying a hand on Jame's chest with a laugh.

"Not great, I'll be honest. Not great." James says getting more nervous by the second. Liam walks down and picks his box and walks down next to Louis.

The boys encourage James to pick up the final box and he takes a deep breathe as he slowly walks over and stands next to Harry.

Our eyes meet again and I give him a small smile and look down.

"You're a proper tattoo artist right? You're good at this?" James points to me and I laugh, "Yes James, I wouldn't be here if I wasn't."

"Do you do removals also?" He leans on his box and I shake my head, "Nope. Sorry James."

"We'll that all we got time for tonight-" James jokes around and laughs.

Niall is fighting for his life, "I cannot believe we're doing this."

Liam opens his box. Safe.

Niall struggles to hold it together and let's out a scream. Harry is content, smiling and laughing along with the boys.

Louis opens his box. Safe.

James is next and he looks like he's about to throw up. He takes deep breathes with his hands on his hips and leans on his box. The lights show on James and he scoffs, "Alright, I'll call for the lights."

I laugh and cover my mouth with my fingers as I await what box says Tattoo.

I hope it's Harry. I have a feeling it's Harry, actually.

"James." Harry says with his hands on top of his box. James look at Harry, "Harold."

"Reveal the box." Harry's voice is so fucking sexy. Deep. And his attitude makes it even more attractive.

"I don't even- I don't want to open it." James fights.

"Open the box." Harry says with a laugh as he fixes his hair.

James finally opens his box. Safe.

He lets out a scream and poor Niall looks like he's really about to hurl. Harry walks over and pulls him into a hug, patting his back and I can tell he's laughing as Niall continues the fight for his life.

Harry walks back over and James points to Niall, his voice going up higher, "Look at Niall's face."

"Harry." James says and Harry knocks on his box. He smirks as the lights come on, "That's very intimidating, that light." He tilts his head and places his fingers over the white strap.

His hands, fuck his hands. I want them all o-

I sit up and shake my head, leaning forward to rest my elbow on my knee and my chin on my hand.

Harry chuckles and slaps his hands on the box, "I mean.." he opens the box.

Tattoo.

He slams the box shut and Niall starts to jump up and down, celebrating that he's safe. James runs over and hugs him, lifting him off the ground slightly.

Harry smiles and shakes his head and James walks over and hugs him, "Harry Styles, is getting tattooed right now.. let's go." He grabs his hand and pulls him over to me.

He smirks and watches me as James brings him up to my chair.

I get my stuff ready as they discuss where he's going to get it.

James walks over to Niall and has him open his box. Harry starts to take his tie and jacket off and I glance over at him, "You ready?"

He nods and smiles, "Oh yeah."

"Take a seat Harry. Boys come on over." James laughs and shakes his head as Harry sits down on the chair.

"I'm just going to go.." he points to a little open space on his arm and my eyes quickly scan over his other beautiful artwork.

I reach out and lay my finger over where he said, "Here?" He nods and looks over at James, talking to him as I get ready to start.

I lean over his arm slightly as I start to tattoo and his arm is under my boob. I glance up as I wipe away the excess ink and he winks at me. I can tell my cheeks are turning red so I keep my head down and start to tattoo him again.

He doesn't flinch once and smiles through it.

Hot as fuck.

"During the break." James starts out, "Harry has been getting his Late Late tattoo, how are you feeling Harry?"

He nods, "I feel good." He laughs, "I'm a little whooey." He jokes. I look up at him and over to James. He leans in and looks at it, "oh is it done?"

I nod, "yep it's done." I wipe off Harry's arm gently and his eyes track my movements and slowly move up to meet mine. I bite my lip and set down the towel and tattoo gun.

"Can we get a drum roll please?" James asks. Harry looks back down at the art and smiles.

"Reveal the tattoo now!"

Harry extends his arm down and I keep my eyes on it. Watching his bicep muscles flex as he moves. I bite my lip and take my gloves off, clapping with the crowd.

Harry gives a thumbs up and smiles and looks over at me, "Thank you." He winks and James hugs him kissing his head, "Don't go anywhere One Direction is performing right after this."

——

I wait backstage, packing up my supplies and I feel a presence walk up behind me, "Thank you."

I turn around and smile, "Oh, um, yeah. No problem." I smile and tuck hair behind my ear, "Your other work is.." I raise my eyebrows, trying to calm my nerves, "Beautiful."

He smiles and turns his arm, "Thank you."

I nod, "No problem."

"I see you have some work done too. How many do you have?" He looks over my body.

"Oh I have, a few. Twenty some maybe?" I laugh slightly, "Just patchwork, kinda." He nods, "Maybe you can show me sometime."

My nerves are back to being erratic and I nod, "I'd love to show you." He smirks, "Actually. What are.." he smiles and shakes his head, "Want to go for a drink?"

I nod and smile, "Yeah, I just have to grab my jacket." I turn around and finish closing my case, "Give me one moment."

I walk over to the one room and take a deep breathe, calming myself down so I don't make a complete fool out of myself in front of Harry.

I grab my jacket and walk out, putting it on as I walk over to him. He puts his jacket on and smiles, "Ready?"

I nod with a smile and exit with him.

——

"So you've been tattoo for how long?" He asks sipping his drink.

"So, I started drawing when I was younger, which led into drawing tattoos for other people, then for myself and once I got my first one I decided right then and there that tattoo is what I wanted to do, so from 17 or so?" I freeze when I realize I have him more than what he asked for, "Sorry.. that isn't what you asked."

He smiles and shakes his head, "No it's alright." He tilts his head slightly, "I like hearing you talk."

My cheeks begin to burn and I smile, "I Um, I drew this one up." I point to my arm. He reaches over and gently takes my arm in his hand, dragging his fingers lightly over my tattoo.

His touch burns and I desperately need more.

"And I did this one.." I keep my arm in his hand and point to my thigh with my other hand, "Myself actually."

His hand that isn't holding my arm goes down and traces the lines, "That's absolutely amazing. You said you did that yourself?"

I nod and smile proudly, "I did. It was a challenge for sure, but once she was done, it was so worth it."

He looks up at me, "You truly are talented like incredibly talented, y/n."

Him remembering and saying my name makes my stomach flutter, "Thank you, Harry." I whisper lowly.

His thumb gently rubs my arm and thigh and he chuckles, "So.. um. This might be a little forward.. but-"

I cut him off, "Please. Be forward." He smiles and shakes his head, "Would you like to come back to my place? We can pick up drinking and talking there?"

I nod, "I would love that."

——

I had a feeling I know where this was going, but I'm going full speed ahead towards it.

"Did you like the song?" Harry asks while driving us.

I nod, "Oh yeah. I'm actually a big fan of your music." He looks over at me, "Really?" I smile, "Yeah. You'd be surprised at how many people come into my shop and request One Direction."

He laughs and shakes his head, "That's crazy. I never would have thought about that."

I laugh, "Yeah it's pretty great."

He parks the car, "Well, I feel honored to be your sound while you work." He smiles and lets out a sigh, "You're the prettiest person to ever give me a tattoo."

I smile and look down, "Oh, Harry."

He reaches over and gently turns my head to look at him, "You're very beautiful." His eyes flick down to my lips and up to my eyes.

I close the space between us and plant my lips on his. His hand cups my cheek and we quickly work into a slow, heated make out.

"Let's go inside." Harry whispers against my lips, "I want to see those tattoos of yours."

He pecks my lips one more time before he gets out and walks around to open my door. I grab his hand and get out. He pushes my body gently against his car, "I've thought about bringing you home since the moment I saw you."

His lips gently trail down my neck.

I close my eyes and let out a sigh, "I was hoping you were the one I got to tattoo."

He smiles and leans back, "Me too." He steps back and nods towards his house. I smile and walk up with him to the door.

He steps in and turns around, pulling me in by my waist.

"You.. want a drink?" He asks in between kisses. I shake my head, "I want one thing right now and he's tall and very hot."

He smirks and shakes his head before lifting me up, his hands grip my ass to hold me up.

"I can make that happen." He whispers. I smile and run my hand through his hair, "Please."

He takes us upstairs to his room and gently sets me down on the bed. I starts to unbutton his shirt as I slip my shorts off. His eyes trail up and down my legs and his lips form a smirk.

I smile and look down as I grab the hem of my shirt, slipping it off over my head. I part my lips when I see his butterfly and fern tattoos, "Wow." I whisper quietly.

He undoes his belt and pushes his pants down, crawling onto the bed to lay beside me. He brings an arm up behind his head and the other lays on his chest, "You can do, whatever you want to do."

I look up at him and bite my lip and slowly move to straddle his legs, "Okay." I smile slightly and leans down, kissing from his sparrows to his butterfly, and he gasps quietly when my lips lay on his fern tattoo.

I slide my hands up his legs, my thumb brushing over his tiger tattoo.

I slowly hook my fingers over the band of his boxers and slowly pull them down, kissing across his hips as I do.

He groans lowly and lifts his hips up to help me get them down. I sit up slightly and pushes them down and behind me. I reach up and unhook my bra, tossing it onto the floor.

I look up at him and his bottom lip is pinned between his teeth. I smile slightly, "Can I suck your cock, baby?" He nods quickly, "P-please."

I move down and wrap a hand around his cock. His eyes close and his lips part. His hand grips the blanket next to him, "Harry."

His eyes open and move down to me.

"You don't have to be gentle with me." I smirk and place my lips around the head of his cock. He moans out and bucks his hips, "Fuck."

I work my mouth down him more, bobbing my head as I suck. He groans and places a hand on my head, pushing down slightly. I let him push himself into my throat and I gag around him slightly.

He brings his other hand down and he places it on my head, grabbing my hair tight.

"Fuck. Your throat feels so fucking good." He moans out, moving my head up and down. He thrusts his hips up and sets there for a few seconds before he pulls my head up, "Get up here."

I take a deep breath and move up to him. He pulls me down by the back of my neck and his lips attack mine. His hand slides down my body, stopping at my nipple to pinch and twist it.

I moan into his mouth and he smirks, "That feel good?"

I nod and gasp as he slides his other hand down and matches his motions on my other boob. I arch my back, moaning loudly as I dig my nails into his shoulders.

He slides his hands down to my hips, "Sit on my face."

I nod and stand up to take my panties off as he lays more flat, "You just want me to.."

He nods and motions with his hands, "Mhm."

I climb back onto the bed and swing my leg over his head, positioning myself directly over his face, "You don't have to be gentle with me." He winks before pulling me down onto him.

I gasp as his tongue slides between my fold and into me. I grab his hair, tangling my fingers in his long curls. He moans as I pull which causes me moan from the vibrations.

He grips my hips tighter and pulls me down more, he looks up at me and I can tell he's smirking. I smile down at him and grind my hips against his tongue as I let out a gasp.

His nose pushes against my clit at just the right angle and I can feel myself getting closer. I've been so turned on since we left the bar and I've been dying for a release.

"Harry. Fuck. I'm gonna cum." I whimper out as I clench my thighs slightly around his head, "Fuck."

I moan and clench around his tongue, pulling his hair as I throw my head back and grind my hips downward.

Panting, I slowly move my hips up and swing my leg over, plopping down on the bed. Harry rolls on top of me and kisses me, "How was that?"

I nod and smile, still trying to catch my breathe, "Amazing."

He smirks, "You ready for my cock yet?"

I bite my lip and nod, "oh yeah."

He pushes my legs open and dips his hips down, sliding his cock into my soaked cunt with a groan. I arch my back off the bed with a loud gasp and tilt my head back. Harry leans down and kisses up my neck, attaching his lips to leave little marks.

"You feel so fucking good." He growls lowly, "so fucking good."

I tilt my head down to look at him and he smiles slightly before kissing me. I wrap my arms around his neck and he thrusts deeper inside of me.

I whimper against his lips and wrap my legs around him. He slides a hand up my body, stopping at my boob. He kneads it in his hand slowly before focusing on my nipple again.

My eyes roll back and I let out a long moan, repeatedly calling out his name.

"That's it, baby. Let me know how it feels." He watches as I try to look at him but fail with my head tilting back again, "H-Harry.." I manage to breath out.

He leans down and takes my other nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue, biting me gently.

I tangle my fingers into his hair and pull as my back lifts off the bed, "Shit."

He moans against me and leans up, gripping my hips as he thrusts harder. I grab the blankets and desperately cling to them, turning into a shaky, moaning mess as I cum around his cock.

"Fuck. Baby. Fuck." He groans. His thrusts stay the same pace before he quickly pulls out. I whimper at the sudden loss and watch him as he cums onto my stomach.

His eyes are shut and his head is tilted down with his hair covering it in the most perfect way. His sweat covered chest rising and falling quickly as he pumps himself dry.

He looks up at me slowly and smiles, "Hi."

"Hi." I smile, "How are you doing?"

He nods and laughs, "I'm good. Good. You?"

"I'm wonderful."

He smiles and leans down, giving me a kiss before getting up, to what I assume is to get me something to clean off with.

He comes back and within seconds, I'm wiped off and he's laying next to me.

"So let's see those tattoos, yeah?" He smiles and lays a hand on my waist, "Since I was a little focused on.. other things."

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Summary: Anon request - “please write something with sub!harry and discovering one of his kinks!!!”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, slight bondage, unprotected sex, choking, hair pulling, oral(both), filth

Master

∘₊✧── 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 ──✧₊∘

“Harry, babe. Come to the bedroom.”

You sit on the bed, patiently wait for Harry to walk in the room.

“Coming love.”

You bite your lip, hoping your plan works.

You can hear him jog up the steps and you take a deep breathe in, smiling as he rounds the corner and stops when his eyes land on you.

“Wow, you look..” his eyes trail up and down the skimpy little nightgown that’s [barely] covering your boobs, “Sexy. What’s all this?”

“Come, sit.” You pat the bed next to you and watch as he walks over.

He sits down and you get to work.

Your lips trail up the skin of his chest. Your hands lay flat on his stomach, sliding up so you can push him back to lay down.

“What ar-“

“Shh.” You cut him off, “Just lay back baby.”

You never get to be in charge, it’s a rare occurrence, so you take it when you can.

He watches as you move off the bed, undoing his belt as you look up at him. He brings his bottom lip between his teeth, groaning as your hands brush over his hard bulge.

You pull his pants down his legs and motion for him to lay on the bed, “move up for me.”

He nods and moves to lay on the bed, “Whatcha going to do now?”

You shrug and walk over to the dresser that holds all your ‘play time’ toys, “Just wanna have some fun.” You smile as you pull out the rope that Harry uses on you.

You turn around, holding it between your fingers, “Can we have some fun?”

He smirks and tilts his head, “I guess we could.”

You walk back over to him, taking each of his hands into yours as you tie them to the bed posts.

“I can’t tie for shit so just go with it please.” You let out a slight laugh and Harry tugs his wrist, the one coming loose, “Here. Come back around here. I’ll tell you how.”

Your raise your eyebrows, “Okay.” You walk to the other side and Harry walks you through how to tie the rope. He tugs his wrist and bites his lip, “Y-yeah. This is good.”

You smirk, “Do you like this?”

He smirks and laughs, almost like he’s too afraid to admit that he does.

You smile and get on the bed, straddling him. You lean down, kissing up his stomach. You can feel him squirm a little when he can’t touch you.

“Fuck.” He groans lowly, “Y/n.”

You look up at him with your eyes and smile, “Don’t worry baby. Let me have some fun first, then you can touch me all you want.”

He lays his head back and you can feel him tense up when you drag your nails down his torso. You move down and slip your fingers into the band of his underwear, gently snapping them against his skin.

You can tell he’s getting impatient. You can tell that he’s aching for you.

You pull his underwear down, slowly.

He raises his hips so you can slide them down and your eyes meet his throbbing cock. You lick your lips and lean in, licking a strip up the side of it.

He pulls his wrists again, moaning as you suck the head of his cock, humming slightly as you taste the precum on your tongue.

You only focus on giving his cock attention, ignoring his pleads and whimpers as he calls out your name,

You bob your head to a steady rhythm, preparing yourself to try and fully deepthroat him.

His moans fill the room as you slowly work your way down, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel him enter your throat. You breathe out of your nose as you hold him there a few seconds before lifting your head off of him.

You look up at him and smirk, “Did you like that?”

He opens his eyes slowly and smirks, “I did.”

Your eyes scan over his body. His half unbuttoned shirt, arms spread out to either side of him, rope around his wrists.

He looks so beautiful under your control.

You move up, straddling his torso. You lean down, “I love how you are right now.” You whisper as you kiss his neck, “Under my control.”

He moans quietly as you use your teeth to nip as his neck. Your tongue pokes out and licks the spots, “you’re doing so good for me.”

His breathe hitches in his throat.

You smirk slightly, “Do you like this? Me doing what you do to me?” You lean up to look at him, “Praising me as I take your cock. Being tied up and not being able to touch me.”

He nods his head, “Y-yes.” His breathing grows quicker, “You’re so hot when you’re in control.”

You slide a hand around and place it on his throat. He tilts his head up slightly and you watch his face as you start to slowly squeeze.

“You like being treated like a slut? It’s feels pretty good doesn’t it.” You lean down, kissing his jaw line as your hand stays on his neck, “you’re so hot.”

A whimper escapes from his lips and he moves his hips around.

“Do you want me to touch you?” You ask innocently, “I can do that, but you have to ask nicely.”

His eyes open and you release your hand, laying it on his chest, sliding it down slowly.

“P-please y/n.. baby.. touch me.”

You tilt your head, watching as your fingers trace down his cock. He gasps and moans, “baby.”

You wrap your hand around him, pumping a few times, “Can you do something for me?”

He nods, “Anything.”

“I’m going to sit on your face.”

He smiles and bites his lip while nodding, “Please.”

You shift around so you’re facing his legs and you swing a leg over him slowly, exposing your already naked cunt to him.

You move back, getting in position before lowering your hips to meet his ready and willing tongue.

You gasp as his tongue works it’s magic between your folds. You moan as you press your hips back, squeezing his hips as you tilt your head down.

You lean down and take the head of his cock into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around as you slowly work your head down more.

You can tell he’s pulling his wrists again, and groans when he can’t. His groan sends pleasure through you, the vibrations pull you close.

You are already so turned on by being in charge, it’s not going to take much more to get you to cum.

His tongue works inside of you as you work on his cock, moaning against him as you clench, “fuck.” You mumble as you pop off, pushing your hips back.

You pump his cock in your hand as you cum, strings of moans and whimpers leave your lips.

You come down from your high and roll off placing yourself over his cock. You lay your hands on his chest and look at him. He chest is rising and falling at a decent pace and a smile is on his lips.

“What baby?” You ask, “You look happy.”

He shrugs, “I’m just really liking this, I didn’t think I would to be honest.”

You smirk and lean down, pressing your lips to his.

You reach down as you kiss him, holding his cock as you slowly sink down onto him.

“Fuck, baby.” You moan against his lips.

He pulls his arms, groaning.

You’ve had enough. You need his hands on you.

You reach over and fiddle with the rope, “I can’t..”

“Just pu- just pull the one sticking out.” Harry says growing impatient, “Yeah. That one. Yes. Yes.”

You get his one wrist freed and it instantly falls onto your back with a slap. You quickly get the other one free and in a quick and smooth action, Harry is on you and you’re back is flat against the mattress as he pins you down.

He starts thrusting, pounding into you at a slight punishing pace. He hands are on your biceps as he keeps you still, unable to move. Your legs are wrapped tight around his waist and his hair falls down over his face.

Your eyes roll back and you let out a moan, begging Harry to keep going.

He leans down, attacking your neck, making sure to leave marks on you like you did on him.

“Fuck, fuck.” He moans and pushes his cock deep into you, earning whimpers from your lips.

“I-I’m so close.” You pant.

“So am I.” He pulls out slow and thrusts back in, hard.

“Cum with me.” You moan, “Please.”

He nods and slides an arm under your back, thrusting hard as he grips the sheets next to your head.

“Fuck, baby. Fuck I-“ he moans loudly as he feels you cum around him.

Coming undone under his touch.

You clench around his cock, milking out his own orgasm.

He collapses on you and you run a hand through his hair.

“You drive me crazy.” He mumbles with a slight laugh.

“I do it because I love you.” You give him a kiss on his forehead and lay your cheek on his head, “Thank you for letting me find out your kinks.”

You snort as he looks up at you, “Sorry.” You laugh, “I had to.”

“You like the same shit and more so don’t be judging me for liking to be choked every now and then.” He smirks and shakes his head.

“Alright. You got me.” You laugh and watch as he gets up, “Come on, I’ll go make us some dinner.”

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Exploration

Summary: a Wattpad request by SarahTrace789 - “I was thinking for the smut bookHarry is a bad boy and y/n is his girlfriend who is innocent, her parents don't like them togetehr so they forbade her from seeing him and one day she snuck out cuz he invited her to a picnic in his cabin in the forest and she decides she wants to learn more about his body so they take it in stages like first they kiss, then 69, and then- yk u can come up with their smut scene.”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, oral(both), different sex positions, fingering, unprotected sex, slight arguing (with parents), sneaking out, slight angst, fluff with nasty filth

This might just be a little long, enjoy!

Master

LONG HAIR HARRY

“So can you go on Friday?” Harry asks as he plays with a stand of your hair.

Your parents absolutely despise Harry. They say he isn’t good for you, he’ll only hurt you, blah blah freaking blah.

But they don’t know him like you do.

“I’m going.” You say, “I’m going to have to sneak out, but I’m going.”

You feel him laugh, “Sneak out. Yeah, with your parents.”

Harry didn’t like your parents either, only because they just wrote him off as not good enough and didn’t even give him the time of day.

“Hey, I love you. I know that you’re not the hood rat they tell their friends you are.” You sit up and lay a hand on his cheek, “It doesn’t matter what they think, because you’re with me. Not them.”

“It would be pretty weird if I was dating them.” He smiles and laughs as you laugh, “Sorry.”

You laugh and lean in to kiss him, “No, you’re right. It would be.” You sigh and run your fingers though his hair, “I’ll see you Friday. No questions asked. Just be parked down around the block around noon.”

You stand up and put your sweater on, “I’ll call you.” He grabs your hand and pulls you down onto his lap, cupping your face as he kisses you, “I love you.”

You smile and peck his lips again, “I love you. Now I have to get home before they do and find out I was gone all day.”

“Tell them you were out doing hood rat shit with me.” Harry laughs as he gets up to walk you to the door.

You turn to look at him, “Oh yeah, they’d absolutely love that.”

——

“So mom. Heather asked me to go with her tomorrow into Friday up to her cabin, she has to clean it up because they’re remodeling it I guess.” You sip your water as you look at your mom.

She raises an eyebrow, “Heather.. or Harry?”

Your dad raised his eyebrows and shakes his head.

“You guys stop. Harry isn’t even close to being awful. If you would ju-“

Your dad cuts you off, “Wasn’t he arrested.. more than once?”

You sigh, “It was one time. And it wasn’t even his fault. His other friend threw him under the bus.” You dad mumbles, “Doesn’t sound like a friend to me.”

“I don’t like him. The tattoos, the long hair, I mean why do you think that looks good?” You mom raises her eye brows, “You need a good boy, like Niall from down the street.”

“Niall the church boy? Yeah, no thanks.” You roll your eyes and sit back in your seat, “Heather.. wants to hang out, so that’s where I’ll be Friday.”

They don’t say anything else about it the rest of dinner, they talk to each other, scared you’ll bring up Harry again.

“May I be excused?” You stand up and walk away, not giving them another chance to say anything else. You go to your room and plop down on your bed.

You text harry, I told them I’ll be with heather at their family cabin. They need to clean it out for remodeling and stuff.

You wait for him to answer, they believe it?

Seems like it. I’m going to tell heather to cover for me incase they decide to poke around and ask.

As you’re typing out a message to heather, you mom knocks on the door and opens it, “Hey, sweetie.”

“Hey mom.” You lay your phone down and sit up, “What’s up?”

“Look, I want to apologize for dinner. I know I shouldn’t have said what I said about Harry, but I just know that type and I just want what’s best for you.” She sits down on your bed, “I know you think you’re an adult now, but I know at your age, I still needed guidance, that’s all I’m trying to do.”

“Mom. If you wouldn’t have just wrote Harry off as someone who isn’t good enough and actually sat down with him and talked to him, you’d see that he loves me and he isn’t just some bad boy with long hair and tattoos.” You defend him, “I love him. He really makes me happy.”

Your mom is silent for a few moments before she sighs, “Fine.”

“Fine? Fine what?” You tilt your head, “Go to the cabin with.. Heather.” She smirks slightly, “And while you’re gone, I’ll try to convince your dad to talk with him. But I’m not making any. I mean any promises.”

You launch over and hug your mom, “You have no idea how much this means to me, thank you. Thank you.”

She laughs and sighs, “Just be careful.”

“I will, mom.”

“I mean.. careful.”

“Oh gosh, mom. Stop that.” You laugh and pick up your phone as she walks out of the room, Change of plans. You’re picking me up tonight.

——

You pack your bag and walk over to your window. Thankfully, the house was only a one story, so it was easy to climb in and out of.

Sneaking around with Harry, you’ve mastered getting in and out unnoticed like a pro.

You set your bag outside and climbed through the window, shutting it like usual. You ducked under the windows and ran down the driveway.

You made it down the block and rounded the corner. Harry was sitting on the hood of his car, waiting for you.

You smiles and ran to him, jumping into his arms and planting your lips onto his.

“How did you manage this?”

“I’ll tell you in the car.” You smile and get in as he opens the door for you. He shuts it and walks around to get in.

He starts the car and you head to his cabin.

“So. My mom said she’ll sit down and talk with you.”

His head snaps towards you, “What? Are you serious?” You nod, “Yeah, she said something’s at dinner, mainly about your tattoos and long hair and she came in to apologize, I secretly think she thinks you’re hot.”

You giggle and Harry groans, “Oh god, please don’t say that.” He laughs and lays his hand on your leg, “And your dad?”

“My mom, I think knows I was going to see you and she didn’t want to argue because she knew i was going to do it anyway, so she basically said as long as I’m careful it’s fine and she’ll talk to dad while I’m gone.”

“Careful? What, does she think I’m going to murder you and you won’t be able to defend yourself?” He laughs and shakes his head.

“No, I don’t think she wants a grandchild just yet.” You laugh and look over at Harry. He smiles and shakes his head, “Yeah, I can understand that, but we’ve been doing good so far.”

He winks at you and you nod, “I agree. But, Heather is covering for me, and you have me all to yourself for tonight and tomorrow.” You lay your hand on his, interlocking your fingers.

He flips his hand and squeezes yours, “Perfect.”

——

“So, this is it.” Harry parks the car and motions, “It’s dark, so you’ll have to wait until morning to really see it’s beauty, but..” he looks over at you and smiles.

“I’m so excited.” You lean over and peck his lips, “I’m just happy to be here with you.”

He grips your chin and pulls you in for another kiss, “Go ahead and go inside, I’ll grab the stuff from the back.” He hands you his keys and gets out as you do.

You walk up the door and unlock it, pushing it open as you reach around to find the light switch.

You let out a gasp, the color of the wood walls is absolutely breathtaking. Your eyes scan over how everything is beautifully placed and it just leaves you in amazement.

“You like it?” Harry asks walking up behind you.

You nod, “Harry. This is absolutely beautiful.”

“Thanks. My mom gave it to me, it’s kind of something we keep in the family.” He walks in more and sets the bags down, “Come. I’ll give you a tour.”

You follow Harry around, looking into each room and Harry having a story for each one.

You fall in love with him more and more the more he talks about him growing up. Harry only shows his softer side with you and you are super thankful for that.

He walks you up to the sliding class door and points, “Out there’s a fire pit, we can go out and sit by it if you’d like?”

“Can I change into something more cozy first?”

He nods, “Of course. I’ll go out and get it started, just come out there then.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and opens the door.

You go to the room you and Harry will be in and sit on the bed as you rummage through your bag.

You change into sweats and a big sweater. You slip on your slippers and make your way outside. Harry is sitting on the bench with a big blanket thrown over him.

The glow from the fire makes him extra sexy.

He moves it when he sees you and motions for you to come sit with him. You curl up next to him and he moves the blanket over your body.

“I’m so happy you’re here.” He rests his chin against your head, “I really hope your parents can accept me. I truly only want good things with you.”

You smile, “They will Harry. They just have to get over the imagine they created without actually knowing you. They’ll love you in no time.”

“I sure hope.”

You and Harry spend the rest of the night talking about life, laughing with each other and just enjoying the private, peaceful time you guys got to have before going in and go to bed.

——

“Good morning.” Harry whispers as he kisses down your arm.

You smile and roll towards him, “Good morning, baby.”

His hand lays on your hip and he leans in to kiss your lips, “Sleep good?”

You nod, “I sure did.”

He smiles and kisses your cheek repeatedly, “Good.” His hand slides down to your ass and he plays with your panties.

You roll over into your back and slide his hand between your legs, “Go ahead.” You smile up at him and he bites his lip as his fingers slip past the fabric.

Your lips part as you feel his fingers drag up and down your folds and you moan quietly as he slowly slips them into you.

“Someone’s wet.” He whisper as his lips find that spot just below your ear.

Harry was always making you feel good. He lived to please you, but a part of you wanted to please him, learn about his body.

Know what really gets him going.

“H-Harry.” You pant as you squeeze his hand between your thighs, “So close.”

He kisses your lips and swallows your moans, “Cum for me, love.”

His words push you over the edge and you clench around his fingers, moaning as you cum, “Fuck, fuck, yes yes yes.”

“You sound so pretty when you make those noises.” Harry’s voice is quiet, “I love it.”

He brings you down from your high and slips his hand out. You roll over to face him and go to grab his cock but he stops you, “We can take care of me later, right now I have stuff planned for us.”

You groan slightly, “Please?”

He smirks and leans in, “Later on. I promise.” He gets up and slips a shirt on, “Come on. Up, up, up.”

You can’t help but smile, “Fine.”

You get dressed and Harry takes you down stairs, “Take this blanket and go pick a spot down by the pond to lay it out. I’ll be down in a minute.”

You nod and pick up the blanket, walking out onto the deck and down the steps. You look around, taking in the beauty of the trees and breathing in the fresh air.

You knew Harry was up early, but you didn’t know how early. You must have slept through him getting out of bed because last you knew you were laying on his arm.

You spread the blanket out, walking around to pul the edges straight. You slip off your shoes and sit down. You watch the ducks fly in and land in the water, quacking before they dive down into it.

“Alright.” Harry says walking up, “Breakfast by the pond.”

You smile and take the tray from him, setting it down as he sits down across from you. He hands you a plate and takes the lid off.

Yeah, Harry was up early.

“When did you wake up?” You look up at him, “You didn’t ha-“

“I wanted to. And I wake up about two hours ago maybe? I don’t know. I didn’t want to wake you, you looked so peaceful.”

He smiles and you shake your head, “this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“You deserve it.” He smiles at you and shake your head, grabbing the pancakes and placing other breakfast food onto your plate.

——

“That was absolutely delicious, Harry. Thank you.”

“Stop thanking me.” He smiles, “but you’re welcome.”

You let out a sigh and lay back, placing your head in his lap, “So.”

He looks down at you, “So.”

You bite your lip and smirk, “I was thinking that maybe..” you pause and interlock your hand with his, “I could explore your body and get to know it as well as you know mine.”

A smirk grows on his lips, “I think I’d like that.”

You sit up, “Really?”

He nods and pulls you into his lap so you’re straddling him, “Oh yes.”

He wraps his arm around your waist and places the other on your cheek. You slowly graduate into making out and it’s absolutely perfect.

Harry slips your shirt up over your head and goes back to kissing you. You hands run though his hair and you wrap your arms around his neck.

He lays you back onto the blanket and leans up to take unbutton his white shirt. Your eyes scan over his body and you feel power take over you, “Lay down.” You say as you get on your knees in front of him.

He takes off his shirt and tosses it to the side, “Okay.” He sits down and lays back, folding his arms behind his head, watching as you move over to him.

You lay your hands on his sides, thumbs stroking his skin. You mean down, pressing kisses over his tattoos.

“These are so sexy.” You whisper as you look up at him. He smirks and bites his lip as you slides your hands over his skin, you can feel his muscles flex.

You start to gently bite and suck little purple marks into his skin. He gasps and moans lowly.

“Do you like that?”

He nods and smirks, “I do.”

“Hmm.” You hum and kiss over to the other side, giving him matching marks.

“Fuck.” He curses lowly, “You’re teasing.”

You move up to him, “I’m gettin to know what you like, baby. Relax.” You smile and move down to take his pants off. He lifts his hips so you can slide them down his legs.

His cock is hard and pushing against the fabric of his boxers. You gently slide a hand up his thigh, palming him. His hips buck and he tilts his head back, “Shit, yes.”

You slip your fingers into the band of them and pull them down, setting his cock free.

You wrap your hand around it, slowly pumping as you watch him. He looks down at you, lip pulled between his teeth, “Please.”

You smile at how vulnerable he is. He doesn’t show his soft side to just anyone.

You lean down, licking up the underside of his cock and placing your lips around the tip. He gasps and moans.

They grow louder the further down the cock you go, “Gonna let me feel that throat?”

He looks down at you as you slowly slide him in. He grunts and smirks, “I guess so, shit.”

You hold him there for a few second before you pull your head up and bob it at a steady rhythm. You relax and take him into your throat again, this time gagging around him.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” Harry moans and lays a hand on the back of your head, “Just like that baby, holy fuck.”

You suck him off for a little while longer before he lifts your head off of him, “Take off your pants, I’ll show you something else I really like.”

You bite your lip and take off your pants and panties, tossing them down to leave you naked in the woods with him.

“Sit on my face, but face that way so you can still suck me off.”

Harry’s words sends butterflies through you. You nod and move up to swing your leg over his head. You position yourself over his face and lean forward to take his cock back into your mouth.

Harry loved eating you out. He’ll do it any change he gets.

You loved pleasuring him with your mouth, too, so this is a win win for the both of you.

Harry’s tongue drags up and down your folds while gliding over your clit every once in a while. It causes you to moan and push your hips down, “Fuck.” You lean your head up, pumping his cock with your hand as you feel Harry’s tongue work it’s way in and out of you.

“Shit, Harry. Yes, yes.” You moan and go back to work on his cock. Swirling your tongue and bobbing your head, moaning against him as he eats you out.

“Fuck.” He groans as he squeezes your ass cheeks. You moan and grind your hips down, “Cl-close.”

He pushes his tongue into your further, sliding his hand down and around to rub your clit.

You let out whines and tense up as he brings you to another orgasm, “Fuck.”

He slowly rubs your clit as you come down from your high and leans back, “Sit on my cock, baby. I need to feel you.”

You swing your leg around, spinning around to face him. You balance on your feet and he brings his knees up. You lean back to hold onto them as you slowly slip him inside of you with a gasp, “Oh fuck.”

He grips your thighs and helps support your weight, “You’re so beautiful.”

You bite your lip, spreading your legs wider so he can get a fuller view of his cock slipping in and out. He bites his lip as his eyes are glued, “Fuck, you take me so well.”

He lifts his hips to meet yours, “Fucking shit, baby. Just like that.” He tilts his head back and moans, lifting it back up to watch.

You dig your nails into his skin, moaning as you clench around him, “You feel so fucking good, Harry.”

“Yes baby, fuck. Keep doing that.” He groans and digs his fingertips into your skin, “Shit. Shit, I’m gunna cum soon.”

You nod, agreeing with him.

“Cum for me, one more time baby.” Harry strokes your thighs with his thumb, “I know you can give me one more.”

You tilt your head back and bounce at a faster pace, “Fuck, fuck.”

“Yeah, that’s it. Keep going.” Harry moans.

“Cum in me.” You look down at him and he looks shocked at your words, “Huh?”

“You heard me.”

He bites his lip and tilts his head, thinking about your words. You sink all the way down on his cock and rest there, “Don’t you want to watch your cum drop out of me?”

He scoffs and smirks, “Baby.. that’s.. fuck. Yeah, yeah I do. But…” he tilts his head back and then looks at you, “I do it once and I don’t think I can stop.”

You shrug, “Works for me.” You smirk and he sighs, “You’re such a dirty girl. You’re not as innocent as everyone thinks you are. If only they could see you right now.”

You start to move your hips again, “I don’t think you’d let anyone see me like this.”

He bites his lip and shakes his head, “Yeah, I’d go to jail for a murder charge.”

“That’s hot.” You clench your walls around him, “Fuck, I’m so close.”

He grips your hips and thrusts his hips up, watching as his cock moves quickly in and out of you. You moan loudly and let out a whine, “Fuck, harry I nee-“

“Fuck.” Harry groans and pushes you down on his cock. You feel him twitch inside of you and that’s enough to get you to cum.

He slowly thrusts, bringing you both down from your highs before he slowly pulls his cock out, “Shit.” He smirks and bites his lip as he watches his cum leak out of you, dripping onto his stomach.

“That’s hot.” His eyes flicker up to yours, “I don’t know how you hold this innocent imagine. You’re a little devil.”

You shrug and get off of him, sitting down next to him as you wipe off, “Can’t have people know what’s only meant for you to see.”

He leans over and kisses your cheek, “That is correct.”

“Now, if my parents ask if you have ever defiled their perfect little angel, you say..”

Harry clears his throat, “Sir, your daughter is a prude and I can’t get into her pants even if her life depended on it.”

You laugh and gently slap his chest, “oh my god, Harry no. Just no.”

He laughs and shrugs, “No sir. I only want good things with your daughter.”

“Good. That was good.” You smile and slip on your pants. Harry slips his sweats on and laughs.

“What?” You ask as you put your shirt back on.

“Nothing.. nothing..”

“Harry what?”

He laughs and looks over at you, “I have to pretend like I didn’t just witness my cum leak out of that pretty little pussy of yours.”

You smirk slowly and bite your lip, “Yeah, that is hot isn’t it?”

He rolls his eyes, “I’ll be getting a massive boner while having dinner with your family.. that’s embarrassing.”

“We’ll maybe we can sneak off and I can swallow it next time.”

——

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Was It Worth the Wait?

Summary: Anon request - “i was wondering if you could maybe do one where we're his gf we're on tour with him and the boys and we tease him with dirty talk, messages, pictures and stuff just before he goes on and he's really sexually frustrated and then they fuck afterwards (he's desperate but please not any dominant harry) preferably Ihh”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, sexting, teasing, sexual insinuation, unprotected sex, fluffy smut, filth right off the bat

Master

LONG HAIR HARRY

You sat in Harry’s dressing room, waiting for the boys to get done with their meeting about their future rehearsal schedules before their show tonight.

You get up and walk over to lock the door. You grab his one button up and strip down to nothing but your black lace underwear.

You throw on his unbuttoned shirt and make sure to just cover your nipples as you sit on your knees in front of the mirror.

You held your phone up, getting the angle right before snapping a few photos, switching positions every once in a while.

You get up, get dressed and go unlocked the door. You walk over and sit down on the couch, scrolling through the photos you just took.

You go to Harry’s message thread and tap on the best photo, hitting send and waiting.

A few moment later, you see his name pop up at the top of your screen, are you fucking kidding me right now?

What are you talking about, babe? You smirk and bite your lip.

You know what. I’m at a meeting, y/n. I don’t need anyone else seeing that body. I’ll have to kill them.

You giggle, yeah, you’re right. Just look at it secretly. I have others. Want to see?

It’s a few moment before Harry answers, but when he does it makes your heart skips a beat, what I want to see is you bend over taking my cock, but that can’t happen right now. Can it?

Your thumbs tap the screen and you can feel yourself growing wetter by the second, I mean it could. I feel like I’m so wet for you right now. I feel like I need you so bad, baby.

Y/n.

Harry.

Stop it.

Stop what?

You know what.

Fine. I’ll just do it myself I guess.

You laugh and cover your mouth as you have fun with him, “He’s too easy.”

You’re bluffing. Where are you?

In your dressing room, still naked. Aching to get a hold of that cock.

You know Harry has a show tonight. There isn’t going to be any time for him to get a hold of you before hand.

The door opens and you jump, looking back to see one of the security standing there, “You okay?”

“Yeah, why?” You sit up and look at him, “Did Harry send you?” He nods, “Yeah.”

You roll your eyes, “Of course he did.” You laugh and sit back as he sighs, “I’m so annoyed with this boys.” He laughs and shakes his head, “I’ll leave you be.”

You really had Leo come check on me?

I knew you were bluffing.

You bite your lip and lean back as your thumbs tap the screen in a steady rhythm, I might have been bluffing about being naked, but that doesn’t mean I can’t always get naked.

You get up and quickly lock the door, taking your shirt off as you send him a selfie of your bare shoulders and upper chest, leaving your boobs out of it for now.

Don’t do this, y/n. There won’t be enough time before the show.

You take another picture, moving the camera down more, showing the tops of your boobs, I know but just think, this will just wind you up so when you come off stage we’ll have the hottest, filthiest sex ever.

You bite your lip and send him a picture of your boobs before he can answer, Can’t wait until you have your lips around these and you cock buried deep inside of me.

You knew you needed to stop, but you can’t help yourself. Winding Harry up was one of your favorite things to do because it made him angry and that led to the best sex most of the time.

Y/n. Baby, knock it off. I can’t afford to have my cock hard right now and you’re making it extremely hard not to.

You put your shirt on and let out a sigh as you unlock the door, okay, okay. But this doesn’t change the fact that I’m still craving you.

Fuck, we’re going straight back to the dressing room after the show.

You smile, knowing you’re going to get exactly what you want, I promise I’ll make it up to you.

You better, you just made me miss half of this meeting because all I can think about is your tits.

——

“Break a leg, baby.” You press your lips to Harry’s and go to lean back but he grabs your waist tight and pulls you to him, “you drive me insane.”

You smile up at him, “It would be boring if I didn’t.”

He smirks and nods, “Yeah, you’re right.” He leans down and kisses you, “I gotta go. I’ll be back for you.” He winks and jogs over to join the other boys, doing their pre show ritual.

You make your way out and sit in the section dedicated to family and close friends. You talk with some fans as you wait for them to come on stage and when the lights go down, it gets insanely loud.

The intro plays and they appear. Harry instantly finds you, singing songs towards you and does something he’s never really done before.

He forgets the words.

You cover your mouth, trying not to laugh, “Oh no.”

You really got into his head. He can’t focus because all he can think about is you.

Naked.

Wanting to sit on his cock.

He clears his throat and cracks a joke, causing everyone to laugh. You smirk up at him and he shakes his head with a smile.

The fans notice me they go absolutely feral. You and Harry have been publicly together for two years now, but it still doesn’t change the fact that the fans go absolutely nuts when new pap pics drop of you two walking down the sidewalk holding hands.

You dance with the fans and take selfies with them throughout the night and talk with them as the boys mess around on stage.

Eventually, the show is coming to an end so you say your goodbyes and head to the dressing room faster than ever.

You sit on the couch, biting your lip and bouncing your leg as you wait for Harry to make his arrival.

You hear the loudness of them coming off the stage and entering the hall way and your heart starts racing. Harry always gets you going, no matter what he does. You fall more in love with him with every little thing he does.

The door opens and Harry stands there, his chest rising and falling quickly and a smirk grows on his lips, “What happened to being naked in my dressing room?”

He shuts the door with a slam and locks it, discarding his shirt as he walks over to you. You get your shirt off and toss it before he pushes you back and lays his body on yours.

“You made me forget the words to the songs I sing every goddamn day.” He groans and kisses down your neck, “As said, you drive me insane.”

You run your hands through his hair and moan as he pushes his bulge against your clothed pussy, “Harry.” You whimper out, “Please.”

“Take ‘em off.”

He stands up to take his jeans and boxers off as you quickly take off your pants and underwear. You lay back and spread your legs, “I need you so bad.”

“I know how you feel.” He leans on the couch and lays his body over yours. He kisses you as he reaches down to rub the tip of his cock on your soaked folds, “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

“I’ve been all damn day.” You pull him in to kiss him and gasp loudly as you finally feel him inside of you, stretching your walls like you craved all day.

He doesn’t waste anytime and slowly pulls out and pushes his cock deep inside of you, “Fuck. Y/n.” He groans as he kisses down your neck and dips his head down to take a nipple between his lips.

You arch your back and wrap your legs around him, “Shit, yes baby. That feels so good.” You moan and roll your eyes back, “Fuck, Harry.”

He moans against you, switching to give your other nipple attention, too.

His thrusts are slow and he makes sure to push his hips against yours each time he slides back in, groaning as he feels you clench around him, “Cum for me.” He breathe out, “Fucking hell.”

You moan and dig your nails into his skin, moaning loudly as you squeeze his cock with your walls, “Fuckfuck, shit.”

He crashes his lips on yours, moaning as he feels you cum around him, “Is that what you wanted all day?” He watches as you come down from your high, “Because it’s what I wanted.”

“Fuck yes.” You tighten your legs around him and open your eyes to look at him. You’re panting, “Feels so good.”

He smirks and speeds his thrusts up, “You feel so good.” He goes back to playing with your boobs, licking sucking and nipping the skin around your nipples, moaning as he feels his urge to cum escalate quickly, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon.”

You nod, “let me taste you.”

He groans and kisses you before he stands up, pumping his cock as you shift down to the floor in front of him. You rest back onto your calves and open your mouth to stick your tongue out.

He moans as he looks down at you. His hair falling down over his face makes him look so hot.

He gasps and watches as strings of cum coat your chin and mouth. You close your eyes and move your tongue to catch it. You lean up and wrap your lips around the head of his cock, sucking until he gasps again, “O-okay.”

You lean back with a smile, “Was it worth the wait?”

He chuckles and nods, “It’s always worth the wait, baby.” He stands you up, “Now, let’s get you cleaned up.”

——

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Not A Free Show

Summary: Wattpad request by mysticalrosean - “I was wondering if u could do one with long hair Harry and like the band is doing an interview and his girlfriend is with them, then they end up fucking like in the hotel room while the boys are like in the next room so they hear them”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, unprotected sex, oral, hair pulling, choking, filth

Master

LONG HAIR HARRY

“I guess just get the album out there, which I know you’re really proud about.” The Kevin asks them.

Harry leans forward, “yeah, we’re very excited, Um, for people to head it. I think we’re so proud of it, and we kind of.” He reaches up and rubs his nose, “had it finished for a couple of months..” he continues talking about the album and I can’t help but just smile, I know he’s so proud.

He asks Niall about the awards and Niall talks about his awards being hung up in his house and how he loves looking at them, and it’s true. I let out a little laugh and shake my head. Harry glances over at me and smirks before looking back at Kevin.

I bite my lip and keep my eyes on him, he’s looking extra good today and I just can’t help but fantasize about getting him alone later on. My eyes move to his hands, watching as they move and how he plays with his rings and interlocks his fingers.

He looks back at me and gives me a quick wink as he fixes his hair.

“Any Harry. How does y/n like the album? Has she listened to any of the tracks at all?” Kevin asks looking at Harry. Harry smiles and nods, “I mean, yeah of course she has.” He looks over at me again and points, “She’s right over there.”

My eyes go wide and I shake my head quickly.

“Oh really?” Kevin looks over at me and waves, “Hello, y/n.” I hold my hand up and smile, “Hello.”

Harry laughs, knowing I’m going to kill him later on.

“Y/n, what’s your favorite song on the album?” Kevin asks, “Or favorites?”

I shrug, “I like them all, honestly, but Temporary Fix is probably going to be my go to.”

“You heard it here, fellas.” Kevin laughs, “Alright, that’s all the time we have for today, so I will catch you guys later!”

The guys say their goodbyes and Harry walks up to me slowly, “Heeey.” He says giving me a dramatic smile, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I push his shoulder, “Still doesn’t make up for putting me on the spot like that.” He chuckles and kisses my neck a few times, “I know how I can make it up to you.”

I look at him and raise my eyebrows, “Yeah?”

He nods with a smirk, “Oh yeah.”

——

I giggle as Harry opens the hotel door, pushing me in as he follows behind me. He shuts and locks the door, unbuttoning his shirt as he walks towards me. I slip my sweater off over my head and toss it to the floor.

He slides his shirt down off his shoulders and it falls behind him. He lift me up and kisses my chest as he walks us over to the bed.

“You looked so hot during that interview.” I breathe out, “So fucking good.”

He smirks and lays me down. He starts kissing down my body, “Take these off for me.” He snaps the band of my leggings and stands up, watching as I take off my pants.

“And these?” I bite my lip as I pull the band of my panties. He clenches his jaw and nods once. I slowly slide them down my legs, teasing him a little bit.

He tilts his head and leans down, grabbing my ankles to pull me to the end of the bed. I let out a little squeal and giggle as I slide.

He chuckles and drops to his knees, not even giving me a warning before he pushes my knees apart and starts eating me out. His tongue lapping up and down my slit, nose rubbing against my clit.

I let out a moan and arch my back as my hands grip his hair, pushing his head down more.

I lay my leg over his shoulder and whimper, “H-Harry.”

He groans against me as my name leaves his lips repeatedly.

My eyes roll back as he sucks my clit. I can tell I’m about to cum and I’m pretty sure he knows it, too. He slides a hand against my thigh and pushes his fingers inside of me, causing me to gasp loudly.

I look down at him, and the sight of his eyes close as he enjoys himself is enough to push me over the edge, “Fuck.” I curse as my body tenses. I throw my head back and twist my body as I cum, clenching around his fingers over and over again.

He finger fucks me through my high and slowly pulls them up and leans back. I look at him and he stands up with a smile.

I roll my eyes and smirk, laying there as he finishes getting undressed.

He leans down on the bed and stares at me, “Come here.” I move up to him and stand on my knees in front of him. He stands up and wraps his arm around my waist, cupping my cheek with the other one as he kisses me.

I wrap my arm around his neck and place my other one in his hair, moaning against his lips. He tilts his head back and spins me around so my back is against his chest.

I feel him rub the tip of his cock against my folds before he slowly slides into me, “Ah, fuck.”

I dig my fingers into his hand that’s laying on my stomach and lay my head back onto his shoulder, panting as I wait for him to move.

He buries his head into my neck and pulls out, thrusting back in with a moan, “Fuck, y/n.”

I moan and push my hips back, arching my back against his chest. He slides a hand up to my neck, gently squeezing.

I moan loudly, “Fuck, baby. Yes. Yes. That feels so good”

His fingers dig into my skin and he pulls me closer to him, “Cum for me, baby.” I shut my eyes and my lips part slightly as I listen to him talk me through it.

“Come on, baby, I know you want to cum on my cock. I can feel you tensing up, you’re so close I know it.”

I clench around him one last time before I fling an arm up to his neck, pulling at his hair as my orgasm takes over.

I let out a long moan, gasping as he keep hitting the best spot inside of me, “F-fuck.” He lays me down on the bed gently and sits back up, gripping my hips as he thrusts hard and slow, “Fuck, fuck, y/n.”

I feel him slow down and pull out, his cum landing on my lower back. He grunts and moans as he comes down from his high and rubs the side of my leg, “You okay?”

I nod and smile, “Oh yeah.”

He goes and gets a towel and as we’re cleaning up we hear the other boys barking and pounding on the wall.

“Oh fuck no. They didn’t just-“ I cover my mouth and lay my head against Harry’s chest. He laugh and lays a hand on his face.

“Oh shut up already.” He yells back with a laugh.

“Oh yeah, baby. That feels so good.” Louis mimics in a high voice.

“Oh Harry. Oh Harry.” Niall mimics with a fake moan.

I can hear Liam dying of laughter and I look up at Harry, “I didn’t know they were over there.” He shakes his head, “Neither did I.” He laughs, “This show wasn’t free so I need you to pay up.”

“Aw come on, man.” Louis yells, “Not our fault you guys didn’t check before doing the nasty.”

“You guys are freaks.” I yell while laughing.

“They better hope they aren’t here for round two.” Harry smirks and winks at me.

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