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[narrycherries]

✰ baby honey ✰ #4 (dom!harry)

You need Harry’s attention while out with friends, and he makes sure you get it..

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(temporary a/n : I’m changing the layout from “parts” to “#” since these are not exactly continuations of each other)

word count: 3.6k

warnings/tags: domrry, harry x reader, daddy kink, praise kink, oral(f receiving), semi-public sex, alcohol consumption, dom!harry, smut, fingering

You felt a little out of place surrounded by Harry’s longtime friends. You knew each of them, knew them well - but you didn’t necessarily talk to any of them. Your arms were wrapped around his left arm, keeping close as he spoke and laughed with the people sitting around the big semi circle table. The club was more fancier than most, but you were familiar with the space. It didn’t help ease your nerves, though.

“Fuckin’ hell.” Harry groaned as he almost knocked over the glass in front of him. He grabbed it and brought it to his lips.

You watched closely as his pink lips brushed the glass as he took a long sip. You licked your own lips and reverted your eyes to your lap. He felt your quick stare and decided to pay you some attention for a while.

“Wanna try it?” He rested his wrist on your leg as he held the glass.

You sighed gently, but took it anyways. When you smelled it, you nearly choked. It was very strong - you didn’t drink very much so anything easily wasn’t appealing to you.

“Try it, babe.” He chuckled as he watched you.

You sipped the drink but instantly shook your head as it slid down your throat. You sat the glass on the table and grabbed your water instead. You took a long guzzle, clearing your mouth of the nasty taste.

“You’re cute.” He leaned into you, smiling sweetly as he kissed your temple.

“You’re cuter.” You giggled back, reaching up to scratch the side of his chin. His facial hair was growing out a bit.

“I-“

“Harry! Take a shot.” Niall’s cheerful voice broke the comfortable quietness between you two.

You frowned, but he kissed your lips gently and gave you an apologetic look. He leaned away from you and back towards the rest of the table. You sighed as you had to tighten your grip on his arm to keep hold of it. Your eyes were glued to the table cloth, it was gently blowing from the cool breeze in the room. The temperature was nice, you were comfortable.

Harry slid the shot glass back onto the table, but before he could turn to you, Niall insisted they do another. Harry didn’t protest. Your nails were digging through the thing fabric of his sleeves. He grunted and took a moment to look at you when Niall and someone else began to talk.

You smiled when his eyes met yours again. But what he said didn’t make you feel any better.

“Baby, hold my hand instead, yeah? You’re making it a little hard to move.” His smile wasn’t convincing. He wasn’t being mean, but you were still annoyed.

“I like holding on to you.” You pouted, eyebrows dropping.

He licked his lips. “Please, lovey? Don’t be difficult.”

“You’re being difficult. I’ve been doing this all night.” The whining that left your mouth wasn’t something he wanted to hear. He didn’t intend to upset you.

“Baby love, be nice for me, okay?”

You pulled your arm away from him and crossed it over your chest with the other one. Your eyes were staring at nothing - avoiding him. He noticed how hostile you were and he sighed, his hand rubbing your thigh in an attempt to calm you.

“Baby, I’m sorry. Don’t be mad at me.”

His hand slid to the inside of your thigh, your dress riding up as he did so. You grabbed the loose fabric and shoved it back down, his hand under it. He leaned against you, his lips close to your temple as he spoke.

“I’ll make it up to you tonight, I promise.”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t want to do anything.”

“Then tomorrow.. or whenever you want.” He tried to compromise.

Your silence was bothering him. He huffed and snatched his hand away from your thigh. He turned to face you, hiding you from everyone’s sight. You bit your cheek, eyes moving to his. You expected him to be angry but he wasn’t. He was concerned, a softness filled his pretty eyes.

“We should’ve stayed at home. You hate.. being here. M’sorry.”

You gulped. “It’s fine I.. I just.. want to be close to you.”

“Are..” he paused to glance over his shoulder, checking to see if anyone was looking but nobody was paying you any attention. He looked back, eyebrows furrowed as he studied your face. “Are you feeling little?”

You shrugged. “Not.. not yet.”

“Let me know.. if you do, okay? You know I’ll always take care of you.” His hand moved to your jaw and he held you gently, thumb rubbing your skin.

Your fingers wrapped around his wrist, forcing his touch onto your skin. “We didn’t do anything all day.. didn’t even kiss.. or cuddle.. you woke up and left me in bed.. you worked then we ate and showered then we got ready and.. and nothing. We didn’t do anything.”

He knew what you were referring to. He frowned. “I know. M’sorry. I was busy and I didn’t make time for you.. I should’ve.”

Your eyes dropped to his chest. The top couple of buttons of his shirt aren’t closed, his skin exposed. You swallowed, trying to ignore what you wanted to think about but it was too hard. He tapped your jaw with his thumb to get your attention. You lifted your gaze and felt your cheeks flushing.

“Do you.. do you need something, baby?”

“You.”

He smiled gently. “What do you need?”

You sighed heavily, but leaned in closer to him. Your hands grabbed either side of his waist and you fisted the material of his shirt. He hummed when your lips brushed his, but a kiss didn’t bloom.

“Can you.. at least rub me?” Your voice was in a soft whisper, your eyes closing as you hid your face in the crook of his neck.

His arms slid around your waist and pulled you closer, chuckling in your ear. “Want my fingers, baby doll? What about my tongue, hm? Need that, too?”

You whimpered, nodding gently against him. He smirked, hands squeezing your body possessively. He knew you were needy, you always were. But especially now, after a long day of being deprived from him. Harry wanted to make it up to you, wanted to give you anything and everything.

He hummed as you moved your lips to his ear, warm breath fanning his skin. “Wan’ your cock, too.”

“Mm, I can make that happen, baby. All of it.”

“Wan’ you now.” You groaned, hoping he would oblige.

“Can take you to the bathroom.. You hate doing it in the bathrooms, though.” His laugh made you smile.

He was right, you hated public bathrooms. They weren’t the cleanest, even in a fancy place like this. You would rather fuck on the table in front of everyone. Harry didn’t drive his car here, so you couldn’t go back there. You thought about the suggestion. You thought about the rewards.. how good it would feel to finally have him..

“I want to. Please.”

He nodded. “Okay.. let’s go then.”

Your smile made his heart beat faster - you were happy. He motioned for you to slide out of the big booth. You were thankful he had you on the very outside. He knew you didn’t like sitting next to people. Harry excused himself from the table, getting a few questions from his friends but ultimately ignoring them. You couldn’t hide the grin on your face as Harry guided you to the bathroom. You were in front of him, but he was directly behind you - hands gripping your waist as you walked.

When you entered the women’s restroom, Harry took you down to the biggest stall. As soon as he locked the stall, you spun around and threw both arms around his neck. You were giggling and gasping as he grabbed you and kissed all over your face. His teeth nipped at your cheek as he squeezed your hips. Moans were spilling from your throat, his mouth sucking spots on your neck. He didn’t want you to be pressed against the not so clean wall, so he gladly put his own back against it. You broke away from him and went to fall on your knees. He grabbed your arms and pulled you back up. You were confused, but didn’t say anything.

“I said I want to make things up to you.. so let me.”

You sighed. “I want you.”

“Let me take care of you the best I can right now.”

You nodded softly, taking a step back as he motioned you to. He grabbed your hips and quickly kissed you. Before you even realized it, he was sinking to his knees. You gasped when he shoved your dress up and attacked your covered mound with his mouth.

“Harry..” you breathed out, eyes closing as you realized he was about to give you the services of his mouth.

He rarely did it like this, only because it was rarely needed. Usually, things were in your favor and you had access to a car or a bed or a private surface - but a bathroom really isn’t that ideal.

He pulled your panties down your legs and held them so they wouldn’t touch the floor. You stepped out of them and he gladly shoved them into his back pocket. His big hands separated your legs and he tilted his head back, tongue instantly swiping through your wet folds.

“Fuck.” You groaned, not afraid to be loud in a space that wasn’t private at all.

He kept licking and spitting until he knew you were soaked. His mouth closed around your clit and he sucked hard. Your fingers curled into his scalp, pulling at his hair and forcing his face into your cunt. He didn’t mind, he was happy as could be between your legs.

“Harry, Harry, Harry!” Your head fell back, mouth open as moans came out.

His tongue was flicking against your clit, sliding through your folds just to poke into you for a moment. The process was repeated again and again. You couldn’t control the sensations, it was all so good. The fact you were in a public bathroom left your mind and you let it all out.

“Harry! Fuck me, please.” You begged, head dropping to watch him.

His eyes were shut and his focus was on your cunt. His strong hands held onto your thighs, keeping you in place while he ate you out.

“Please, please, please.” You groaned. “Fingers.. please.”

He chuckled, the vibrations making your spine tingle. He brought his index finger to your hole. He rubbed it around to get it wet, then slid it inside like you wanted. A heavy moan fell from your lips as you clenched around the digit. He soon added another once you were relaxed and used to him.

You threw your leg over his shoulder, providing more access. He took advantage of that and started sucking your clit harder, shoving his fingers further into you with no hesitation.

“Fuck!” You yelled as soon as you heard the door open.

Harry chuckled against your nub and let his tongue destroy it as someone went into a stall to handle their business. You were groaning like crazy, pulling his hair and throwing your head back. Your spine was tingling as an orgasm crept closer to you.

“M’gonna cum!” You announced it loud and very proud to Harry and the random woman in the bathroom.

You gasped again and again until finally it washed through you and your eyes rolled back. Harry hummed against your pussy as you spilled into his mouth and literally dripped down his fingers. You whined as the feelings ceased and you finally caught your breath. Harry slapped your thigh before standing up.

“Tastes so good, yeah.” He licked his lips clean of your juices. “Fuckin’ peach.”

You smirked and reached for his waist. You pulled him close and smeared your lips over his. His chin was still wet from your pussy, so you quickly swiped your tongue over his skin to grab a taste. He winked gently before grabbing your hips and turning you around.

“Put your hands on the wall. I’ll hold you tight.” He said as his hand pushed against the small of your back.

You bent over, hands splayed on the cold wall like he said. He shoved your dress up, exposing your ass to him. You heard him messing with his pants, and before long you felt the weight of his cock slap down on your ass cheek.

“Fuck me, please.”

“Yeah?” His voice went deep as he pressed his tip against your begging hole. “Want my cock deep in you, baby?”

“Yes, please! Fill me up.” You sighed as you felt him slip into you.

Harry groaned as soon as your walls swallowed him whole. He knew you weren’t interested in any soft, loving actions - so he immediately began to pound into you. His hips slapped into yours, the sound echoing in the bathroom. You were moaning like crazy, squeezing your breast through your dress and looking back at him. He caught your eye and smirked, slamming his cock deep into your pussy.

“Harry! Faster.”

He did as you wished, going as hard as he could without absolutely destroying your cunt. He wanted you to actually walk afterwards. Harry’s fingers dug into your hips as he buried his cock inside of you. His name flew from your mouth over and over again, the sound bouncing off the walls. The door shut, so you assumed whoever was in here finally left. It didn’t matter, you were clearly unconcerned with their presence anyways.

“Oh, fuck, baby.” Harry grunted as he let his nails sink into your skin. They weren’t too sharp. “Fuckin’ tight pussy.”

Needless to say, you and Harry got a well deserved, well needed fuck in tonight.

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Harry led you back to the table. You were kind of wobbly but he kept a tight hold of your waist to steady you. When you returned, his friends started smirking and cheering for him. The few women gave you grins and shook their heads. You felt your face heat up instantly.

“Harry just got him some pussy.” Niall, who was sloppy drunk, yelled happily, clapping as Harry slid into the booth.

You followed him, holding your breath out of nervousness. Harry rolled his eyes, but smirked proudly as he moved closer to you, his arm going over your shoulders and draping down your front. You reached up and grabbed his hand to lace your fingers together. You let your other palm sit on his warm thigh.

“Cut it out.” He chuckled, knowing that you didn’t like that sort of attention. You didn’t like any attention from anyone but him.

“Got a bit of something on your face, mate.” One of his friends said, touching his own cheek to indicate where.

A bold wave washed through you. You grabbed his chin and turned his head your way. You saw the smeared tinted lipgloss on his mouth and his cheeks. You bit your cheek as you licked your thumb and started to wipe it off. Harry watched your eyes as you focused on his skin. He was smiling gently, admiring your beauty. The after sex glow always made your eyes sparkle. He loved that.

“All better.” You gave him a sweet smile.

“Should’ve left it.” He winked before pecking your forehead.

You were okay with him looking back at his friends. You felt like you had gotten plenty of attention now, so he could chat with his friends without having to worry about you.

“Bathroom or the alley?” Niall grinned.

“The bathroom.” Harry scoffed. “Why the fuck would I take such a hot thing like her in the alley? Bit trashy, Horan.”

“Ma girl would’ve let me hit it here in front of all you fuckers.” Niall laughed, which made them all chuckle along with him, even Harry.

“Where’d she run off to?” Harry said, noticing Niall’s wife wasn’t there.

“Dunno. Went to get ‘nother bottle.” He replied.

One of their other friends chimed in, bringing the conversation back to you and Harry. “Surprised we couldn’t hear ya from here.”

Your chest was tightening as you heard him talking about what happened, and hearing the laughter he caused made you nervous. Surely he wouldn’t give details, he never did that. You squeezed his fingers tight and lowered your eyes to your legs. You could still see that your skin was flushed all over.

“Did ya wrap it?” Niall smirked.

“C’mon, man. Don’t be a prick.” Harry shook his head at Niall’s question.

You felt relieved, knowing Harry would never betray you like that. Sure, he’s hinted at things before to his friends like tonight for instance, but he’s never given them details. You were his, and he didn’t want anyone else to know anything about you or your body. He was selfish and jealous and you loved it.

Suddenly, your eyes went wide as you realized something. Harry never slid your panties back up your legs. You rubbed your thighs together maybe thinking you just forgot. You could still feel the wetness and the warmth of his cum, but you knew you had no panties on. You huffed and tried to get his attention. You tapped his thigh, but he was sipping his drink and listening to his friend talk about something. He wasn’t paying attention to you. You groaned and grabbed his thigh harder, shaking it.

He sat his glass down and looked over at you, eyebrows lifted high in question. You gave him a stern look and he frowned. He was afraid he had made you upset, he just didn’t know why.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asked softly, leaning closer to ignore everyone else.

Your eyes shot across the table but nobody was looking. You grabbed his hand from his lap and guided it under your dress. He sighed and tried to stop you. You grunted and tugged on his fingers.

“Baby, we just-“

“Shh.” You cut him off with an eye roll.

He didn’t say anything, and let you take control again. You took his hand under your dress and pushed his fingers against your slit. He rubbed you for a second, thinking that’s what you wanted. You shuddered at the feeling, but sunk your nails in his forearm to stop him.

“Baby.. what’s wrong?”

“Feel.”

He moved his fingers through your slit, the hot cum coating his fingertips. He rubbed it around your clit to get it off his fingers.

“What?”

You groaned and huffed at him. “My panties.”

He was staring at you, trying to understand what you meant. Then, as he wiggled his fingers against your small folds he realized there was no barrier. His eyes widened and he slowly pulled his hand out from under you. You watched as he wiped his fingers on his pants leg. You wished he could’ve let you taste it, but it was too obvious. He reached behind him and you knew what he was looking for. And of course there your panties were in his back pocket.

“Fuck.” He muttered, unsure of what to do. “Just.. go without them, yeah? We won’t be here much longer.”

You whined. “Harry. What if they see?”

He shook his head. “They won’t.”

“Ah there she is.” Niall suddenly spoke as his wife approached the table.

A few people got out to let her back in. When she sat down, she kissed Niall’s lips gently and moved close to him, his arm wrapping around her. Niall was a prick at times, and a bit obnoxious, but he actually loved that woman. You weren’t her biggest fan, nor Niall’s, but they were Harry’s friends.. so you were kind to them.

“Yeah I went to the bathroom before I went to the bar..” A smirk covered her lips as her eyes trailed directly to yours.

You knew immediately what was going on because you two never spoke to one another, she never spared a glance your way. Your nails dug into Harry’s leg through his pants. He grunted, looking over at you with furrowed brows. He was curious to know what was wrong now. The whole underwear thing was still fresh on his mind, he was trying to be cautious and make sure you didn’t get up without him behind you so he could block you - just in case.

“I heard some interesting things.. someone was getting plowed.”

Harry’s own eyes went wide as well. He shot a glance to Niall before snatching up his drink and taking a sip. The wine slid down his throat slowly, a conversation sparking up at the table.

“Ah.. what a coincidence.” Niall’s grin didn’t go unnoticed. “Someone just fucked their girl in the bathroom.”

She gave Niall a wink. “Wonder who..”

“Funny, funny.” Harry sighed, rolling his eyes at the two and the others who were snickering. “Don’t be jealous.”

“Jealous?” Niall’s wife was very confident in herself, despite knowing her own personal sex life was nothing like yours.

It was a thing they all knew - Harry loved to fuck you.

“She must’ve liked what she heard.. she stayed in there a while.”

Everyone’s eyes, including Harry’s, shot your way as you spoke loudly. You never did that sort of thing, you didn’t even like most of the people at the table. Niall laughed, nudging his wife’s arm with his elbow.

“Got busted, babe.”

Harry smirked gently at you before licking his lips. He was sort of proud of you for speaking up and taking control. It wasn’t like you two were the only people who fuck in the bathrooms. It was quite common, especially at clubs. If you need it then you need it, no matter where you are.

“Should’ve stayed.” Harry chuckled. “I filled her up.”

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hi, i was wondering you have some cheating!Harry fics recs, im in a real sad mood rn💀🤞

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[santa came early tonight. Also thank you to @xoxoloverb for the fic idea tonight. I appreciate you a lot💓 @bohogothic I got your angst coming soon.]

Harry was a cocky little shit. The smug smirk on his face made your blood boil. There he sat, back against the headboard, arms behind his head, and red tipped cock lying hard against his lower stomach.

“Don’t pout lovie, if you want it, you gotta do the work. Got a show tonight, can’t overwork myself.” He proclaims. After Harry’s show last night, he was too tired to give you what you want. You were spoiled and Harry loved to egg you on just so that bratty side could come out. It made for great sex.

“Don’t patronize me Harry.” You arms were crossed over your bare chest, nipples peaking over the top of your arms.

“Cmon baby, come for a ride. Know you want it.” His hand wrapped around his cock, tugging the skin upward. The sight made you want to drool. His toned legs spread wide on the bed as he pleasured himself to the sight of your nude body.

You huffed at him before slowly crawling over to straddle his lap. His cock sat inches away from your dripping heat.

“I want you to fuck me.” You whine, your breathe fanned over his cheek. He could feel your hard nipples against his toned chest.

He lowered his head to yours, forehead resting on your own. “No.”

“Fine.” Your hand reaches between your bodies gripping the tip of his cock. His eyelids lowered at the feeling. Siting up on your haunches, your breasts eye level with Harry’s face, you align yourself over Harry and begin to sink down.

It was a slow process of fully taken Harry in. His large cock feeling even bigger in this position. His hands glided up your legs to your backside, gripping hard. Overwhelmed with feeling you let out a loud moan, eyebrows pinched with pleasure.

You found a pace that felt comfortable after fully sinking down into Harry. Your hips rolled and gyrated on top of his. Though your thighs burned you couldn’t help but keep up your pace. The way that Harry’s head fell back In and a silent ‘fuck’ came out of his mouth made your ego skyrocket.

“You just wanted me to be in top, to be the one to work you over.” You tease from above him. It was hard to keep your composure when you could feel every ridge, vein, and the tip of his cock pushing and prodding into your g-spot. The tips of your noses rubbed together, it compelled you to take his lips into yours. Tongues entangled and mouths moving synchronously it was hard for the both of you not te reach a peak.

Before you could cum, Harry gripped your plush hips with his large hands and flipped you underneath him. His arms wound around the back of your knees as he ruts into you at a fast pace. Your mouth opens, no sound coming out of you from the immense please.

“Let’s get one thing clear.” He says mid thrust. “I work you over. Can get you crying for my cock in seconds like a little whiny baby.”

It was true, tears were streaming down your face now as he pleasured you beyond your means.

“Please Harry, please.” You were blubbering nonsense. He smirked above you bringing one hand down to touch your clit. He massaged the sensitive button slowly but to you it added so much. “I’m gonna cum, Bubby cum with me please.”

“Right behind you baby.” You clenched around him, your impending orgasm finally taking its course through your body. Just like your fiancé said, he came inside you in long streams. His pace slowed down but he continued to fuck deep into you until his orgasm subsided.

His full weight relaxed on you as he came down from his high. Your arms wrapped around him keeping him tight against you. He hadn’t pulled out of you even though his cock was softening.

“Mmm.” You moan below him. You felt so good finally getting what you wanted after all those hours. Harry’s face was tucked into your neck, kisses were left along your jaw and jugular.

Rolling over, he never let go of you, one arm resting on you stop. He moves his arm back to rest his hand on your stomach. Your eyes were closed but you could sense him staring at you.

“Think I put a baby in there?” He asks. Slowly a smile makes its way to your face. You open your eyes to look at him, he had a soft smile playing at his lips. The air changed around you both. It was comforting and warm. The ring on your finger weighed it down with the many possibilities of the future.

“You want a baby?”

“Of course. A little you or me running around sounds like a dream.” He sighs. His hand unconsciously started rubbing your stomach.

“Well tour ends in November, I wouldn’t mind starting to try?” Harry was quick to sit up and look at you.

“Really?” Tears welled in his eyes at the thought of you carrying their child. You nodded wiping the tears off his face.

“I’ll give you all of my babies Harry. Know you’d be a great daddy to our kids.”

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Fic recommendations. I my self haven't read any of these yet but i hope to soon.

[adore-you-hs2]

Kiss me or kill me

Third-person

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The next day when she woke, she bolted up from the floor, blinking twice she looked around the cabin, she must have cried herself to sleep last night. The bitter reminder of where she was came to her in waves of sorrow.

She slowly stood up with the help of gripping the table and stood upright. Looking around the cabin, she developed the notion to either escape or maybe even arm herself with something.

But, then again he has already done harm to her even if it was small. A shiver ran up her Spine at the thought that maybe he would toy with her before torturing her... Then kill her. After all he was the capitin. The king of the sea.

Lily padded cautiously over to the door and tried the lock. The knob turned. And it opened. To her relief, it was not locked. Hesitant to walkout. She stepped back and looked around quickly for something to protect herself from harm just in case.

Immediately she walked over to the table where she had seen all the charts. Her eyes landed on one then another quickly as her fingers scattered around until they landed on a letter opener that was slightly hidden beneath a map with red crosses over different island one being port royal.

Relief filled her heart. It may not be a dagger but she hopes it does the same kind of damage. lily grabbed it.

Holding it securely in her hand, she stepped closer to the door and slowly poked her head through it, only to be met with darkened passageways, she continued until she was finally out the door.

Looking to the right and then to the left, she prayed to the good lord for guidance, she slowly turned to her right, alert more than ever.

She was happy to see that there was a bright light shining through and the fresh smell of sea salt through the door.

Suddenly the sound of heavy boots and swearing came from out side the door.

“shes anything but dirt on the ship!, I'm telling you boys”

That voice, it was his. The animal that had caused so much misery to her in less than two days.

Laughter could be heard followed by his comment about her.

She looked down at the diamond wrong that sits on her finger as the warm sensation of tears fell down her cheeks, she remembers what he and his vermin crew had done to her family and friends.

Slowly she made her way the door and stepped put until light her and the crew could see her face.

But when she saw him her heart launched, everyone around her including the captain hadn't noticed she had stepped outside, nobody seemed to see her at all.

To her relief, the devil hadn't turned around yet so she took her chance and launched forward him with the letter opener in the air.

But the moment she got close enough, a strong arm wrapped around her wrist, she fought to get away struggling with everything she had. The painful bite into her wrist made her drop the letter opener on the floor, she panicked. She needed it.

” pass me the wrench, Alex”

She was pushed forward into Captain's arms, Lily was spun around and roughly held in place. She defhad no match against the captain for two reasons.

One she had nothing to protect her self with, and two she was scared if what he was capable of.

She worked her nails down the his arm that held onto her lower back and pushed his chest as hard a she could and was suddenly pushed with a force that made her drop to her knees in front of him.

” l saw we send her to David Jones locker!, capatin”

”no whip her till she can't stand no more”

Shout after shout was screamed at the captain to do horrid things to her, but all she did was look at the floor in a haze. She was so close yet so far.

”Everyone shut the fuck up!” the captain screamed at the crew and everything around them was silent, only the sound of styles heavy breathing could be heard.

Trembling with anger his mouth opened once more.

”why can't you just learn your fucking place!”

His arms shot around her waist once more and Yankee her off the floor. To hurt she didn't reply and did not move as she stood up with shaky legs and confronted the men on the ship.

Her eyes lower to her fingers and notice tiny specks of blood leaking through her nails. She blinked and looked up to the furious eyes of the rosebud revenge captain as he fear spread throughout her body and trembled.

He didn't looked this angry yesterday.

”you stupid bitch, you wanna act like a big now do you” he gritted his teeth as his gaze landed on his arm that also had tiny drops of blood on .

” well, do you!”

She did not answer. She could not.

Panic held her to the spot as her heart thumped painfully in her chest that she could hear her pulse in her ears as well as his order.

” take her below”

She backed away as quick as she could and ran, the men began to Scrabble for her, some even ripping her dress in places and some shouting for her .

Without thinking, she clamoured over the training and took her gaze into the dark sea beneath her. and without a moment of hesitate.

She jumped

----

With a curse, he ran and gripped the railing and watched with shock as she hit the water, without hesitation he climbed over and jumped in after her.

Dark salty water enveloped them both as he swam for her beneath the rough current. Bring the surface, he looked around for her petite figure as he heard his men above shouting and pointing out in the distance.

Enraged he watched as she swam and dove beneath the water trying to escape. He took off in her direction kicking strongly to get to her before she dove them further away from the ship .

With skilled fluidity beneath the current and brutal waves due to his life at sea, he was able to swim faster and quickly catch up to her. She panicked and kicked harder and grew tired against the waves that curled over her and pulled her under.

Beneath the dark water, she kicked and cries out when Harold's fingers wrapped around her ankle and pulled her back, she kicked and kicked trying to get free from him but he was much stronger. She thrashed about until he went under and he grabbed her.

”let me go!” lily cried out before drifting under the water.

Her struggles only pulled them both under it until he furiously pulled her up and shook her .

”stop, ” he growls wrapping his arms tightly around her around her.

Water sloshed over their heads dragging them under once more covering their silent battle beneath. She kicked hard against him, yanking and beating at his hard chest as she gulped water in the process.

He drew her against him as her struggles slightly weakened and bobbed strongly to with surface with her.

Her last attempt to fight wildly had failed. Her strength began to wane and her struggles stopped as he harshly gripped her hair and held her to him.

“ if you don’t calm down , I will drown you myself you foolish girl,” he shouts.

Weak and filled with so much exhaustion, she stopped and sagged against him. A slight pang of guilt gripped his heart as she wept and gave up spending her weight on him as if giving up completely.

At a distance, he saw his men lower a boat into the water he treaded the water back towards the ship until he was beside the ship and lifted up and help her into the ship. Shortly joining her he sat as his men hoisted the boat back aboard the ship.

Annoyed and wet, he ordered furiously for her to be taken to his cabin that she was locked in. She did not resist as they led her away.

Some time has passed since he went below and changed into a pair of dry clothes into another cabin. He wanted to avoid being near her while he was still fuming with anger after her attempt to escape him.

He don't want to kill her just yet.

Now he stood at the railing staring out into the sea that nearly consumed them alive until he felt the tension lift from his shoulders. With a deep breath, he shoved away from it and headed straight for his cabin .

Finally there he branched himself before entering for a few minutes then opened the door and stepped in when he shut the door and stood before it he turned to look at her, as she was turning to face him.

----

She stood before him drenched, trembling not only from the cold but fear as well, with a mental curse he clenched his jaw as he forgot to get her something to change into.

He stepped closer and watched as she nervously shifted and stepped back until she was pressed against the wall at her back.

His gaze combed over her delicate features and peered into soft aqua blue eyes that held rears and nothing but fright. Unwillingly his gaze lingered over her petite form. She was the most beautiful thing he has ever laid his eyes on.

None of the women he had been with matches to her look .

He slowly lifted his fingers and grazed them gently around her nape the bruises still visible from yesterday when he had his around it and pulled her slowly forward until she peered up closely into his eyes.

Heavy droplets of tears slowly rolled down her cheek.

For the first time since he had brought her apon this ship, he was treating her delicately like she would break any minute. he knew nothing about her no name, no idea why someone so cute and sodmft was from the portroyal.

”whats your name?” he asked

She hesitated before replying on she didn't want him to shout any more.

”Lily James, captain” she whispered

A ghost smile formed on his lips as they repeated her name, testing the tone of the name that conveyed very little about the sweet creature before him .

” do you have any idea what you could have done today lily?”

She shook her head as her blue eyes locked with his green one's.

”i-im sorry captain ”

A long silence followed

”dont ever don that again,” he warned ” I will ring your neck, am I clear?”

She nodded

With that, he stormed off out of the cabin slamming the door shut.

A torrent of tears followed with breathless sobs.

A while had passed and her cries quieted down slightly to sniffles. Then slowly the door of the cabin opened and she watched as Harold entered once again. Their gaze met for a brief moment before she lowers her eyes.

He came forward and produced some clothing.

” take that off and change into these, ” he ordered.

Her gaze lowered to the clothing in his hands before lifting her gaze wearily to his.

Noticing immediately that she wasn't going to change in front of him, he stepped closer to the he and placed them down then turned to leave.

When the door shut, she turned to look at them from afar, dry tears fell from her eyes at the garments he had brought her to wear. Although she should be grateful, deep down she was trembling and cold. But she was maotlt angry at him and wanted nothing from him. She lowers her gaze to her sopping wet dress that clung to her body clenching her jar to keep her teeth from clattering. She shut her eyes tightly and hugged herself trying not to cry, that all she's beening doing since she got here.

Not realizing time had passed, so deep I to her thoughts she was not aware that Harold had returned. When he slammed the door shut, she jumped.

She stood there with her gaze not meeting anything as he looked at the garments untouched on the bed.

”i see tho refuse to change” he said steppe g forward.

She did not answer

He stared down at her and gazed at her with a mixture of impatience and anger as she trembled from the cold but stubbornly refused to take off her dress.

”take off these wet clothes lily, and change, ” he ordered again.

She didn't move an inch from his order.

His gaze hardened and his lips thinned ”do it or I will take it off for you”

He pressed her lips together in frustration when she heard his threat in the tone if bis voice.

With a muttered curse, he grabbed her by the front of the gown. Her gasp and cold fingers landed on his to keep him from pulling it. Her cries and struggles did not deter him any as he twisted the wet fabric in his fists.

”stop” she begged between sobs panicking as the sharp sounds of tearing echoed throughout the cabin.

Deep down a hurtful peng formed in his stomach at what he was doing but he caused afford to see her catch her death from a cold due to her stubbornness.

She frantically held on and he roughly ripped the grown In two, straight down the middle, yanked it off of her and tossed it to the floor .

His jaw clenched as his gaze fell in her naked and beauty before him. She wept and her hands flew to her perky breast to cover herself up.

”get dressed”he said again pointing to the clothes in the bed. His tine low and dangerous.

”You animal!” she yelled then turned away to reach for the clothes on the and tossed them at him.

” I want nothing from you” she cried out trembling with anger and tears.

His piercing gaze held hers.

His statuesque stance and silence only angered her more then she lunged for him with more hateful words.

With as much control as he could muster, he warded off her assault and held her wrists that pumped his chest. As weightless as a feather she was, he lifted her up struggling and screaming and tossed her on to the bed.

” you are an ungrateful little wench!” he grows between his teeth stepping closer.

She scrambled for the sheets beneath her and held them to her chest.

”and you're a black hearted scoundrel, ” she yelled back on her knees facing him.

Heated with rage their gazes clashed as he stepped closer until she could feel the heat on his body.his hand shot out quickly and bit harshly into her arm and yanked her close until their noses touched.

The deadly glare in his eyes sent a shiver up her spine” I will be a fool twice over if I ever try to save your pathetic self again, stay the way you are if you wish. It is my greater advantage because you can't escape with nothing on.”

To her horror, she realized what he meant as she clutched the sheets tighter to her chest.

”if you don't want to be prey to the sharks on deck, I suggest you stay locked in here. and let's hope you come to your senses” he shoved her away.

With that he spun around and retrieved the clothes from the floor. With once last glance her way it felt as if a knife had twisted in his chest watching her brake and sob as she lowered herself. But she chose this.

He shook his head. He left slamming the door

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@c-h-e-r-r-y-y

[narrycherries]

living in a daydream (part1)

Harry was willing to wait as long as necessary, but you always felt so guilty when you had to leave him.

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warnings/tags: harry x reader, implied smut, fluff, mature situations, cheating/affairs, short series

As he laid on top of you, his lips peppering kisses across your face, you felt weightless and relaxed. The intense bubbling you felt moments ago in your stomach was fizzing out. Your legs finally released their tension and you let them fall against the mattress. Your hands had stopped shaking, now they were resting on his shoulder blades. You felt complete with his release deep inside of you, filling you up.

“I love you.” He whispered softly in your ear, kissing your skin.

“I love you.” You slid a hand down to the small of his back, his skin covered in a thin layer of sweat.

“Mm, are you stayin’ tonight?”

“Yeah.. Gonna stay a few days.” You pressed your lips to his jaw as he moved his head.

“Good. I’ll be out of town next week.. so I wanna spend as much time with you as possible.”

You grabbed his face gently with one hand and guided his head so you could see his face. He gave you a faint smirk before dropping his forehead against yours.

“How long?”

He hummed for a moment. “Just three days.”

“Three.” You whined.

“It was going to be a whole week.. but I decided I couldn’t go that long without seeing you.” He moved his lips onto yours, just softly pecking your mouth.

“Don’t forget.. the week after next.. he’ll be gone all week.”

He licked his lips. “I haven’t forgot. You’re spending every second with me.”

You grinned. “I better.”

“You definitely better.”

Your hand fell down from his face and you let out a deep sigh. “Cuddle me.”

He knew exactly what you wanted, so he fell down on the mattress beside you and grabbed your waist. He pulled you over onto your side and draped his arm over your body, his other sliding under your neck so he could play with your hair. There was a small space between you, but he knew you needed just a little distance. You liked to be able to catch your breath and cool off before you curled up next to him to sleep.

The sheet was the only thing covering you both. It was pulled up to your hips, hardly shielding your body. He never looked away from your face. He always admired how blissful and perfect you looked after he filled you. He kept thinking about your body and your touch, your skin against his. He bit the inside of his cheek as he remembered just minutes ago how you sunk your nails into his back and pulled your hands all the way down to his butt - marking him as yours.

You didn’t realize your eyes were closed until he mumbled something.

“Don’t go to sleep on me, baby.”

You smiled, laughing softly. “M’not.”

“Babe..”

“Hmm?” You looked into his eyes, noticing how soft his expression was. He just looked comfortable and content like you were.

“Does.. does he still make love to you?” His voice was deep as he muttered the words out, partially afraid to know the answer.

You gulped as the thought filled your mind. Harry usually didn’t ask you specific details about your husband, only because he knew everything he needed to know. Your husband was a piece of shit when it came to being a husband. All he does is work. He doesn’t take you out, doesn’t buy you nice things, doesn’t spend time with you, doesn’t acknowledge you half the time.. Harry knew your sex life was limited with your husband, but even after all these months, he’s not really brought it up before.

“You.. you mean like..” You paused, not certain on how to say it.

“Like we do.. Do you have that kind of sex with him?”

“No.. not at all.” You mumbled. “I’ve told you that before.”

He bit down on his lip for a second. “He just fucks you, yeah?”

You let a small laugh slip out. “He doesn’t even do that.”

When Harry’s brows furrowed, you figured you’d explain. All you had ever really told him was that you don’t get taken care of in bed.

“He.. doesn’t, like, do any kind of.. foreplay.. or.. really touch me with his hands.”

“Does he go down on you?”

You shook your head. “No.. he doesn’t even look at me.. makes me sit on my hands and knees.. He told me once that.. he doesn’t like looking at me while he gets rid of his hard on.”

Harry tensed up at your words. He knew who your husband was. He’s unfortunately had to speak to him at formal events because they worked in the same field. Your husband had money, but Harry had more. That wasn’t why you were with either of them. Harry spent time talking to you one night at an event and one thing led to another in a storage room.. You’ve been unable to cut ties with him since, and had no desire to let him go. He gave you everything you wanted and needed - everything your husband didn’t do.

“I’ve told you.. you’re the only person who’s ever.. done any of that stuff to me.. He doesn’t care about how I feel.. he just wants to get off. We haven’t even done anything in, like two months, so.”

“He’s fucking stupid.” Harry smacked his lips. “If you were mine, I’d never stop fuckin’ touchin’ you.”

You sat your hand on his elbow. “I am yours, baby.”

He sighed. “You know what I mean…” He looked down at your hand that just so happened to be the one with the ring on it. You usually take it off, but you must’ve forgot.

You huffed. “I only love you, you know that.”

“I never said you didn’t, baby.” He gave you a frown. “M’just saying that.. if I were him.. I’d never stop loving on you.”

“You’re not him.. you’re my bubby.” You mumbled, scooting closer to him to hide your face against his chest.

He chuckled, arms wrapping around you. “You’re my peach, yeah? My pretty little kitten.”

You blushed heavily, certain pet names always made you tingle. “M’yours.”

“I know, you’re my baby.”

-

It was your last morning with Harry and you felt extremely sad. The days you spend with him were always filled with so much happiness and fun and love. Real, pure love. You hated going back home. You hated the nights when you slept basically alone. Your husband didn’t hold you the way Harry did. He didn’t cuddle you and whisper sweet nothings until you fell asleep. He didn’t do anything Harry did.

Your chest was aching as you laid on the bed, the cool air in the room nipping at your bare skin. Harry went to make you some coffee. He had been gone about ten minutes, so you expected him to return soon.

You sat up on the big bed and stretched your arms high. When your feet hit the hardwood floor you shuddered. You yawned, feeling very tired after your morning session. You gently pressed your hand against the big window.

Harry had sold his former home and was currently looking at other places in the area. For now, he was staying at an extremely nice condo. You didn’t care where he stayed as long as you could be with him. It worked out better this way, though. Whenever you were with him you would tell your husband that you were with your sister. She lived near this area.

You could hear footsteps behind you, but you didn’t move away from the window. You were admiring the view and the morning sky. Harry sat the coffee down on the nightstand and walked over to you.

His big, warm hands slid onto your waist, one continuing until he splayed it across your tummy. You were always a little hesitant about your stomach, but unlike your husband, Harry never made you feel worthless or hideous.

“Come lay down with me.” He whispered, kissing behind your ear.

“I will.” You place your hand over his, the feeling of his skin against yours caused sparks in your heart. “I.. I don’t wanna leave.”

“You don’t have to.”

You sighed heavily. “You know I have to go to that stupid thing.”

“At least we get to see each other tonight.” He licked his lips, but refrained from latching his mouth onto your skin.

He had already marked you up plenty of times since you got here, and he knew he shouldn’t put anymore. You’ll have to cover them with makeup tonight since you know your husband will want you in a dress so other people can believe you’re being treated properly - which, by your husbands definition, would be by buying expensive clothes only to wear out.

“But we can’t.. actually talk.”

He grunted. “We can talk.”

“I don’t wanna talk about this right now.” You gently whined.

“Okay, m’sorry, baby.”

You pushed his hands down and walked away from him and the window. You were extremely upset, more now than before he came back, and you wanted to cry. But you held yourself together and decided to just avoid the conversation altogether.

As you got under the thick devut, Harry grabbed a pair of underwear out of his drawer. You both went to bed naked last night, for obvious reasons, and never got dressed this morning. When he laid down behind you, you didn’t reject him as he put both arms around you, guiding you back against him.

“Are you mad at me?”

“No.” You quickly answered.

“Promise?”

A huff came out of you and Harry instantly regretted saying anything. “Harry.”

He didn’t say anything, just started pecking your shoulder to make up for it. You also didn’t say anything else. You wanted to appreciate every moment you had left with him. You would soon be going home to your husband and preparing for a banquet. Harry would be attending it as well, but you couldn’t engage with him at all. You knew that if any suspicions came about you would be screwed.

Harry wants you to leave your husband, and you want to leave him. But things are tricky. The legal battle would be extremely exhausting and you were unsure of what you would be able to leave with, if anything. You were afraid of upsetting your husband because he can be violent at times. It’s always just yelling and him throwing things but you fear that he would hurt you. Harry knew the dangers and risks of leaving your husband, so he’s understanding of why you’re being hesitant. You were going to eventually but it would take time. Harry already assured you he’d wait forever if he had to.

“What time do you have to go?” He asked in a soft voice.

“Around 12.” You mumbled. “He told me.. the nail tech will be there at 1. He wants to make sure I look.. rich.”

Harry grunted. “M’ready to get you a fuckin’ lawyer.. m’tired of him taking you away from me.”

You smiled gently at his words, knowing that he’d do it in a heartbeat if you approved. Harry was breathing hard behind you now, annoyed at just the mention of your husband’s existence.

“If only he’d cheat on me.. I could file with no problems.”

“You can file now… I told you money isn’t the issue, baby. I can have everything covered.”

You huffed again, Harry was pressing on your buttons. “Harry, if I do.. he’ll take everything.”

“You don’t need anything from him. I’ve already got you closets full of clothes here. I can replace anything he takes.”

“I don’t want to talk about this right now.” You felt tears brimming in your eyes, so you wanted to avoid breaking down.

“Okay, okay.” He started to massage your hip, just trying to comfort you instead of annoying you.

The conversation was over now. You both hated to argument with each other and you knew that if you kept on, a fight would break out. Fighting with Harry was your least favorite thing ever. You feared that a fight would result in you losing him forever. He could easily leave and never have a thing to do with you again. He would never do that, but the possibility scared the hell out of you.

—

The banquet was quite boring for you to be at. This sort of thing wasn’t your cup of tea. Your husband knew that, but you were forced to come along anyways. He couldn’t attend these things without his wife on his arm, even if you literally weren’t even holding his hand. He didn’t like public displays of affection, or even private ones. As long as people saw that his wife was there to support him, then that’s all he cared about.

You were standing with a small crowd, he was talking to some men about something business related. You were technically standing behind him, not really involved with the group of people or the conversation at all. Your eyes were roaming around the large ballroom, just curiously looking at all the people.

After a few minutes of being bored out of your mind, you decided to pull out your phone and send a certain someone a text. Your husband was not aware of the phone you were using. He assumed it was just the one he bought you, but in fact it isn’t. It’s the one Harry got you so that you could talk to him without your husband finding out. He can’t legally check any phone records since he doesn’t pay the bills for the phone, so you always made sure to use this one when you went out in case you wanted to talk to Harry.

To Harry: are you here? I haven’t seen you :(

Once you sent the text, you looked up from the screen and just set your eyes on your husband’s shoulder. He was still talking on and on about the stupid investment he wanted to go in on with his colleague.

You were distracted by the faint pattern on his blazer. You didn’t even realize that a few other people had come up to your husband’s small group. You cleared your throat casually and looked down at your phone, hoping to see something from Harry. Thankfully, you did.

From Harry: I’m here darling. I see you ;)

From Harry: you look absolutely stunning baby

Immediately a heavy blush rose to your cheeks. You bit the inside of your cheek, a tingling sensation began forming in your stomach. You had just spent three entire days with him, but you still missed him so, so much. It was extremely hard to control your emotions right now, but you kept yourself content in case your husband noticed.

“I wouldn’t advise going all in on that investment, David.”

Your head shot up as an all too familiar voice filled the space. There he was, standing across from your husband in the circle of people. You were staring at him now, waiting for him to look at you. He was focused on the man beside him now, listening to his reply in the conversation.

“I appreciate your advice, gentlemen, but i know what I’m doing.” The moment your husband began to talk, everyone looked his way - including Harry.

He glanced at you, but knew he couldn’t stare at you. It would be too obvious. He looked so good in his black blazer and trousers, a soft purple colored shirt, and his curls falling perfectly on his head. He looked perfect. Your husband began talking directly to the man beside him, allowing you the opportunity to fully stare at Harry. Nobody was paying you any mind. You carefully stepped over, revealing yourself entirely to his gaze.

Harry winked at you, then let his eyes fall down your body slowly, rising up in the same pace. You felt your face flushing again. You didn’t even care if anyone saw how red you were.

“Styles, what would you say? Is fifteen percent enough equity or should I shoot for more?” When your husband directly spoke to Harry your stomach fell and twisted into knots.

They knew each other, but they didn’t work together or spend any leisure time together. They just knew of each other and spoke whenever they were in public. There was no sort of friendship or anything like that. It made you weak in the knees to hear him talk to Harry so friendly, and then to hear Harry reply just as politely was making you dizzy.

You instinctively grabbed onto his elbow, just trying to keep your balance. He looked over at you and furrowed his brows, not actually concerned about your well being. When you didn’t say anything, he looked back to Harry and the other men. Harry was talking about whatever the conversation was about, but you ignored the actual words that he was saying and just watched his face.

Once he was finished, he pulled his phone out and stepped back to silently type on the screen. You gulped gently as you witnessed him typing up what seemed to be a paragraph. Within seconds, your phone began to vibrate in your hand. You clutched it tight and held your breath, knowing you needed to wait a few minutes before checking it just in case anyone was paying you any mind. Harry rejoined the conversation.

You let go of David’s arm and decided to slip away from the crowd. A waiter was standing close by with a tray of champagne so you gladly took one and guzzled half of the glass in one sip. You finished it off in a second drink and sat the empty cup back on the tray. Finally, you felt that it was a good time to check your phone.

From Harry: are you alright darling? You looked like you were going to faint.

From Harry: I want to be with you so bad right now. Just miss your little hands all over me.

From Harry: i know a damn good divorce lawyer, doll. ;)

A smile was planted on your lips as you began to type back to his texts. Part of you wanted to speak to him in person, but it would be too odd to do so. Harry only ever spoke to you in these settings if he knew your husband was no where to be found, or if he greeted you while speaking to your husband. But, those two options weren’t available right now.

To Harry: I didn’t see you walk up.. made me nervous when i heard you

To Harry: and I miss you more, trust me.. I’m so bored. I just want to disappear.

You saw an empty table and decided to take advantage of it. A sigh of relief came from you as you sat down, pressure finally taken off your feet. They were currently trapped in tight heels.

From Harry: we can disappear, baby doll. The second floor has plenty of storage closets.

From Harry: i hate that I’m leaving in a few days. I know i can’t see you before then.. I’m going to miss you so much xx

You were well aware that your husband didn’t care what you did while you were here, as long as you were here. So, you decided to stand up from the table and walk towards the elevator. You just wanted to get away for a little while. You were already on the second floor when you took your phone out again and decided to call Harry instead of texting him.

You walked down the familiar hallway. This place was somewhere you came to often for these sorts of gatherings. You also knew that Harry co-owned the building with some other wealthy investor. That meant that you didn’t have to worry about any security camera footage ever being used against you. Harry made sure to always get rid of any evidence that happened in this building.

“Hello?”

“Hi.”

“Where’d you run off to?”

You sighed. “You aren’t still by him.. are you?”

He chuckled into the phone. “Silly girl. I left as soon as you did.. I figured you needed me.”

“I do. I just.. want to see you.” You closed your eyes and leaned against the wall. Your eyes were staring down at the patterned rug over the hard wood floor. “Don’t even have to kiss me.. just wanna see you.”

“Oh, I’ll kiss you, baby doll.” He said, the smirk evident in his voice. “Where are you, baby?”

“I’m by the room.” You mumbled out, knowing he’d understand what that referred to.

“Hm, okay.” He breathed out. “I’m on my way.”

It only took about two minutes for Harry to finally get to you. He immediately opened the door to the usual room you always end up being with him in and pulled you inside. You grunted when he pushed you against the door and started kissing you like he’d been gone for months. Your hands got lost in his hair and you were scratching at his scalp, trying to keep him as close as you could.

His big hands slid around your body to grasp your thick ass. He groaned as his hands kneaded your flesh through the fabric of your dress. There wasn’t any previous talk of hooking up, but you realized soon that you couldn’t resist him if it went that far.

“Baby, slow down.” You breathed out as you broke away from his lips.

You were both breathing heavily, sweat beading on his forehead. His body always got so warm when he was horny, and he easily broke out in a sweat. You sat your hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb over his not red, swollen bottom lip.

“Fuck, I just.. miss you.” He huffed, still trying to catch his breath.

Your finger slipped between his lips, gently skimming across his front teeth. “Calm down.. m’not going anywhere.”

“Yeah, not yet.”

“Shhh, relax.”

He shook his head. “No, I.. I can’t hold back anymore. I.. i almost snatched you away from him down there.”

You smiled as he furrowed his brows, his eyes still squeezed shut as if it would all vanish if he opened them. You didn’t want to stress him out or anything, you just wanted to relax him. You pressed both hands against his chest, letting one slip up to his neck. Having you touch him there was one of his favorite things. You curled your fingers around his nape.

“We can’t be too rough with each other.. I can’t wrinkle my dress or mess up my hair.”

He grunted at you. “Fuck.”

“Just relax with me, okay? Take a minute and just breathe.. m’right here, baby.”

“I know, baby. I.. I know you’re here. That’s how i want it.. always want you with me.” He was being very sweet and you knew that he was having one of his clingy moments. You dind’t mind. “Love you so much.”

“I’m all yours while we’re in this room, Harry. Don’t worry.”

A groan came from his mouth. “I want you to always be mine, babe.”

“Please, don’t ruin this for me.. don’t.. don’t talk about this right now.” You found yourself whining back, not wanting this night to be any worse than it already had been.

“I.. I want you to go with me.. when i look at houses next weekend.” His eyes opened and met yours instantly.

“Why?” You lifted a brow.

He licked his lips, his head falling forward so his face could get lost in your curls. He was careful not to mess them up, he just wanted to smell your shampoo and feel your warmth.

“Because.. I want you to like the place I get. I want you to.. to have your own space and.. and any accommodations that you desire. I want you to love it.. because you’re going to be there a lot, and you need to enjoy it.” He explained, both hands tightly squeezing your waist.

“You.. you do?” You gently laughed, sort of surprised about that.

He smiled. “Of course, babe.”

“Okay. I can go.. next weekend.. after you come back?”

“Mhm. Saturday.”

You could feel his skin getting hotter by the second, even through the fabric of his shirt. You let a sigh and gently grabbed the lapels of his blazer, silently insisting he take it off by sight by pulling them back.

“Take this off before you sweat through your shirt.” You furrowed your brows as you looked down at his chest.

He knew just as well as you did that he always got so hot when he was horny. He didn’t need to look soaking wet when he returned to the ballroom. He grunted, but let you go so he could shake the coat off. You watched as he draped it over a random box and walked back to you, hands held out to grab you again.

You slipped your hand up his waist and under his arm, feeling the slightly damp fabric. “Relax, okay, baby?”

“M’trying.” He grumbled out, rolling his lips in as he leaned further into you, one hand falling down to squeeze your butt.

“I just don’t want you to look absolutely wrecked.” The small giggle you let out didn’t make him smile, which concerned you.

“You just look.. so fuckin’ hot in this dress.. and I want it off of you.”

“We can’t.. not this soon.”

He huffed. “After dinner? Before you go?”

When his eyes met yours, you couldn’t help but notice how blown his pupils were. He was definitely horny. The bulge in his pants you could feel against your body further proved that.

“Yeah, we can do that.” You rubbed your hand down his chest, then back up to sooth him.

He shook his head. “I.. I can’t make it three days without you.”

You curled your lips. “Baby, we’ve been apart for longer before.”

“I know but.. it’s different now. We always spend so many days at a time together.” He let out a deep breath. “I don’t wanna leave you.”

Your heart was aching as you heard the disappointment in his tone. “It’ll be okay, baby.”

“I’ll miss you so much, angel.”

You pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I’ll miss you more, pumpkin.”

“Don’t call me that.. makes me wanna kiss every inch of you.” He grunted. “You’re such a sweet thing.”

“Patience, Harry.” You mumbled back, pecking over his dimple. “Let’s just talk for now.”

He gulped loud enough for you to hear, but you didn’t think you should be worried about anything. “I.. okay. About what?”

“I love this color on you. Makes your eyes sparkle.” You said, touching his chest.

“No.. they jsut do that when I’m with you.” His lips turned to a smile.

“You’re cute, hm.” You giggled. “You do look handsome.”

“I don’t look as good as you do.” He leaned back just so he could look down your body. “Blue always looks so damn good on you.”

“I know you like it.. that’s why I wore this color.” You licked your lips when his eyes darted back to yours.

“Yeah? Tryna be a little tease, hm?”

A blush rose to your cheeks. “Maybe.”

“I can’t wait til we get that whole week together.” Harry sighed heavily, trying to keep his composure. “I swear to god I’m never taking my hands off you.”

“Baby, um.. I have a question.” You sucked on your cheek for a moment.

“What is it?”

You grabbed his wrist and moved his hand further up your waist. He decided to drag you closer by sliding his arm around your back, pushing your chest against him. His face dropped to your neck and he started kissing under your ear.

“I.. I have two..” You said hesitantly. “Um.. while he’s gone.. can we do more things like.. out?”

Harry hummed for a second. “You mean like.. eating out, shopping?”

“Mhm.. just wanna.. do normal things with you.” You let out a shaky breath, already nervous about the possibility of being in public with Harry. “I love every moment with you and everything we do.. but it would be nice to not.. hide for once.”

Harry’s hand was being very possessive with your butt, which wasn’t helping his horny mood. He was listening though, despite his distraction.

“Of course. We can do whatever you want.” He held his lips against your ear lobe for a long moment. “Anything at all.”

“Okay.. good.” You felt relieved on that part.

You loved Harry, truly did, and spending time with him was always a very special and important thing for you. The time you got was limited and he always made sure you both made the best of it. So, doing different things with like eating out for dinner or going on a shopping trip, or even a walk to a coffee shop.. those were going to be extremely special to you both. He knew it was hard for you to cope with the secretary because you simply wanted to love him and let everyone know he was yours. But, things were complicated.

“What’s the other question?”

Suddenly, almost as if you lost all courage you had while thinking of the question, you became silent. Harry was letting you take a few seconds to get your words ready, but he didn’t expect you to take that long. When a minute passed, he let his other hand fall to the small of your back where he pressed hard against your body, knowing that comforted you.

“Baby doll.” He whispered against your skin, still covering it with soft kisses. He didn’t want to leave any marks or obvious red skin, just in case your husband decided to pay attention to you.

You let out a little grunt. Part of you was ready to ask and just get it over with, while the other half was clamming up - not wanting to say a peep. It was definitely something you and Harry hadn’t discussed before. Or anything you’ve talked about with anyone before. It was regarding sex. You had only ever had basic, barely worthy of being called sex, sex with your husband. You had a few hookups before then, but nothing serious. Harry was the first and only person that had ever shown you how good sex could be, how intense and passionate and romantic it could be. You were afraid of jeparodizing that by asking your question. What if it offended him? What if he didn’t want to do what you wanted to, what if it turned him off? The only way you’d know was if you asked.

“Baby.. m’not trying to rush you.. but we don’t have forever in this room. We eventually have to return downstairs.” Harry kept his face buried in your hair, but his lips were just brushing your skin now as he waited.

“I.. It’s just.. awkward.” You finally spoke.

“Nothing is awkward between us, lovey. Just ask me whatever’s on your pretty mind.”

You knew Harry would be considerate of anything you had to ask him, but that didn’t help you become any less anxious. You feared being made fun of or being ridiculed for asking such a thing. It was sometimes hard for you to realize that Harry was absolutely nothing like your husband - he wouldn’t shame you, brush you off, or mock you for anything you said or wanted to do.

You trusted him more than any other human. There was no reason to be afraid, no reason to fear because you knew nothing would actually go wrong. If anything, he’d just disagree and you could move on from it as if it never happened. So, with courage finally bubbling in your stomach again, you spoke.

“I.. I was.. wondering if.. not all the time, but like.. maybe.. sometimes.. we can.. try.. different things.”

Your eyes immediately bolted shut and you felt Harry lean up, his eyes on your blush covered face. He was slightly unsure of what you meant exactly, but he didn’t say anything rude to you. He saw how tight you were squeezing your eyes, and he knew that you were nervous.

“What do you mean by that, angel?”

You swallowed harshly, your hands shaking against his chest and hip. “I.. like..”

He reached down to his own hip and gently picked up your hand. He gave it a squeeze and held onto it, hoping to calm you down some because you were obviously upset. He figured that if you were this nervous it had to be something serious, or something that made you slightly uncomfortable. So, he used his common sense and what he knew about you and how you felt about certain things.. and finally finished your sentence for you.

“In bed?”

A nervous breath slipped past your lips and you nodded extremely softly. You let your forehead fall against his shoulder, your eyes never opening. You were trying to hold back tears and if you looked at him, you would definitely get overwhelmed and cry.

“Hey, it’s alright, sugar.” He whispered, his hand still holding onto yours. “We can try whatever you want, whenever you want.”

“It’s.. not-not.. anything.. weird.. just.. just..”

“Don’t be nervous about anything. If you want to try something we can.” He assured you again, moving your hand back onto his hip so he could grip your waist again.

You snaked both arms around his torso, wishing you could just fade into him and disappear. “What if.. you think it’s weird?”

He licked his lips, refraining from pushing his hand into your hair. “I won’t think anything is weird, honey. If you’re genuinely curious about something.. then I’m not going to make fun of you or think it’s weird. And.. you can tell me, baby. Tell me what you wanna try.”

It was hard for you to keep calm, but as the seconds passed, you were starting to feel less embarrassed. Harry was always up for anything you wanted to do outside of the bedroom. He lets you paint his nails when you’re bored, he’ll read books to you when you’re too tired to do it yourself, he’ll try any weird foods you want to cook, anything. He’s the most considerate, understanding, and supportive person you’ve ever met.

“Just.. like.. maybe.. r-rougher sometimes.. Just.. not-“ You paused, unable to express what you wanted to say.

Harry thankfully took over for you. “So.. want me to go faster? Maybe.. harder sometimes?”

You nodded instantly, glad that he was speaking and you weren’t. He bit his cheek fo a moment, but decided he had to show you he was open to anything, so he kept throwing out ideas.

“We can do whatever. I can.. be a little more mean.. or.. talk dirtier. Is that what you’re wanting to do?”

“Mhm.. and.. maybe just.. maybe.. um.. not hurt me, but.. just put your hand on my throat.. and.. just.. like you said.. dirtier.”

He was slightly taken back by how absolutely nervous you were. Sometimes you stammer over your words, but never like this. He felt really bad for you, because it was evident someone had shamed you before - or made you feel like your desires weren’t valid or serious. He felt like he owed you everything everyone else never gave you - because he loved you.

“Darling, I don’t want you to ever feel like you can’t tell me something, especially like this. If you want to do new things, then we definitely can.” He wanted to be sure you knew he was okay with it.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.” He hugged you tight, feeling like he could’ve said more to you, but he didn’t want to overwhelm you with the conversation. “How long do you think we can stay in here?”

You pulled back to reach into his pocket, knowing his phone was there. You checked the time and let out a deep sigh. He didn’t like the sound of that. When your eyes met his, you both frowned.

“We should probably go back.. they’re serving dinner in twenty minutes.”

He grunted. “Do you think he’ll stay after dinner, so we can.. come back?”

You nodded. “He already told me he’s staying ‘til nine. That gives us an hour.”

“Okay. I’ll wait a bit before I go back down.” He carefully pressed his hand on your jaw, not wanting to mess up your makeup. “I love you, baby.”

His lips feel against yours and they stayed in sync for a few moments. It felt so short, but yet so long. You whined when he tore his mouth away. His hands fell from your body and he stepped back to get his blazer.

“I love you.” You sighed out, grabbing the door knob. “Do I look okay?”

He looked you up and down yet again tonight. “You look perfect. Not a hair out of place.”

You smiled sweetly, deciding not to say anything back as you opened the door and stepped into the hall. It broke your heart to leave him in that room - to leave him at all. You knew it had to be this way until you could legally solve everything. Harry was willing to wait as long as necessary, but you always felt so guilty when you had to leave him.

He treated you like a queen, like you hung the moon and stars. He was everything anyone would want in a man, in a lover - in a soulmate. You adored him, loved him. It hurt you terribly to be away from him. It hurt even more to know he was in the same building as you, but you could hardly see him.

a/n: there wasn’t a good place to stop, so I basically included 2 parts. Anyways, let me know what you think! Sorry there’s no smut, there will be in future updates! (Also, I had a oc-name in this but I removed it, ignore it if I accidentally missed it!)

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[freedomfireflies]

You know the tiktok sound that goes like:

“You haven’t watched the big 3 yet!”

“I HAVE WATCHED THE BIG THREE”

Yeah… that’s how I feel about the pussy plug, soft dom and stoned anon. I NEED THESE IN MY LIFE. Can’t wait to see some part 2’s!!

Alright, I’m gonna look for some college!harry fics, any recs while we’re here?

LOVE YA!!🩷

HAHAH MEEEE I LOVE IT!!!

Yes!! This List by @harrystylesficrecs which includes some of my favorite authors (@harryforvogue, @helladirections, @watchmegetobsessed, @stellarboystyles, and @atlafan!! Who are all exceptional with their craft!!)

Any of those stories will be INCREDIBLE!! As will the rest of their master lists!! 😭💞

[harryhoney-bee]

OKAY HELP i was reading a masterlist and my home page updated and i lost it and i’m so mad bc it was so good

i remember it was an account that only reblogged fics, and they had a really good masterlist which had things like divorce, cheating, pornstar, doctor, and a lot more and i remember they alternated between bold and normal text

like

this

and i think

they were underlined too

BUT WAS SUCH A GOOD MASTERLIST AND I CANT FIND IT SO PLEASE HELP

maybe one of these, bestie:

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[harryfeatgaga]

READ THIS https://www.tumblr.com/lonelycowgirls/722827455063326720/tongue-tied

Anonymous asked: AND THIS TOO https://www.tumblr.com/harrystylesficrecs/722993717584248832

JFBHHJDJN ON IT BUT THAT FIRST ONE I FEEL LIKE ITS APART OF A SERIES????

[heyyyharry]

Last Chapter: For The Rest Of My Life

(from the My Girl Series: Stay Mine)

…in which they live happily ever after.

Word count: 5.9k

AU: actor!harry, older!harry, younger!y/n (4-year age gap).

Wattpad link (Thea as Y/N)

This is it, guys. This is the last chapter. Thank you for following my beloved characters on this long journey. I never would have written three books without your support! :)

Love, Allie.

P/S: The first preview of TCTM2 - The Winter and the Crown (and first chapter on Patreon) is this Friday! I’ll postpone the new series until after TCTM2 so it’ll be updated weekly instead of biweekly :)

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“And they lived happily ever after. The end.”

“No!”

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[rommahh]

{this show lacked a little luster but he still looked sexy as hell.}

“So good Harry, crowd was a little quiet but overall really amazing show.” You say to Harry from your shared hotel bed as he saunters over to the bed in his pajamas.

You were scrolling through Twitter on your secret Twitter to look at fan pages and see their reactions. Harry plopped onto the bed beside you letting out a loud exhale. Your hand found it’s place in his hair as he snuggled up against your side, head resting in your breast. He watched you like and retweet fan videos, commenting every now and then.

“Wait go back.” He speaks suddenly. Your fingers glides the screen down to the previous post. “‘Why does he edge us with this song?’ What?”

He sits up looking at you in confusion.

“You tend to do it before singing watermelon sugar.” You comment nonchalantly while he sits in his frazzled state.

“But Im not edging them…thats inappropriate. I wouldn’t do that. I just like to get them hyped up, riled for the s-“ he cuts himself off with a face of realization. “Oh…”

“Yeah, just like you do to me, it seems like you do outside of the bedroom to other people too.” You mutter sarcastically. He thumps your legs with a disapproving frown.

“I didn’t even realize I did that. Must be the adrenaline.” He quietly says to himself before laying back down on your chest. You curl his hair around your fingers, playing with his freshly washed hair.

“Mhm, you are kind of a whore on stage.”

There was a brief moment of silence before he yells out:

“A WHORE?”

[hrryfics]

Hey do you have any angst one shot recs, that don’t include cheating/kids? Like I wanna feel pain but not the type that reminds me of me Trauma hahaha

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