#mustache harry styles smut

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So, You’re Mr.. Part 2

Summary: y/n goes about dealing with Harry and her newly arisen problem

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, teacher!harry, teacher x student, unprotected sex with teacher, oral (m), hair pulling, dirty talk, praising, slight angst, filth

Part 1

Master

MUSTACHE HARRY

“So You’re Mr..”

“Yes.” Harry cuts you off, “I am, Mr. Styles. The professor for this class.”

You’re shocked, “I, um..”

He chuckles slightly, “If it makes you feel any better, I’m not going to say anything to anyone.”

You nod, “I would hope.. I kinda need this class.”

“You really think I would do something like that to you?” He crosses his arms, “Besides, I genuinely like you, y/n. That would be me sabotaging myself, as well.”

“Wouldn’t you get fired?”

“Yeah most likely, but I’d also like to not lose you.”

You bite your lip and smile, “yeah, I know how you feel.”

He looks up at you from his desk, “So.. I have some work to finish up here but I can co-“

The door opens and two students walk in, “We have a question about the assignment.”

“I’ll text you.” You whisper quietly before grabbing your books off his desk.

“Hey, y/n.” The one says and gives you a smile. You turn to the guy and give a friendly smile, “Hey.”

You turn back around to walk away and you feel a hand on your shoulder, “Hey wait. I was wondering if you were free later on tonight.”

Your eyes glance over to Harry who quickly perks up.

You know he knows that he has nothing to worry about, but you understand because you guys are still new at this, too.

“Um, you know, I have a big test tomorrow, so I’m going to be studying all night.” You lie and pull your books closer to your chest.

“What test? Maybe I can he-“

“You know, I want to get out of here at some point.” Harry says to quickly change the subject, “I can’t help you if I don’t know you’re question.”

“Yeah, right. Hey I’ll catch you later.” The guy smiles at you and walks over to Harry. You can feel the hate radiating off of Harry’s stare as you leave the classroom.

You make your way out to your car and sit there in silence, processing the situation.

You fucked, and got called a slut by your professor.

A part of you is shocked with yourself, but the other part is proud and getting turned on by the thought.

You let that part take control and take out your phone, I’m so wet just thinking about you.

You bite your lip, waiting for a text back.

You better be naked and ready for me by the time I get there.

Your heart skips a beat and you smirk, Yes Mr. Styles.

You toss your phone into the passenger seat and drive home in silence.

——

As soon as you got home, you went straight to the bathroom and started the shower.

Steamed filled the small room as the water heated up. You stripped off your clothes and stepped in, letting out a sigh as the water washed over you.

Flashbacks from the night before hit you, making the place between your legs ache for him the more you think about it.

You didn’t know when he was coming. But you knew it was going to be another great night.

You washed up, using the best smelling soap you have. You shaved and exfoliated and pretty much made yourself as smooth and silky as you possibly could.

You turned the water off and opened the door, reaching for your towel so you can dry off.

You step out, wrapping one towel around your body and another one around your hair and flipping it up.

You walked out to your bedroom, grabbing your favorite lotion and lathering it all over your legs, arms and body.

You checked your phone.

Nothing.

You let out a sigh, frustrated that Harry hasn’t shown up yet. You walk back to the bathroom and let your hair down, blow drying and combing through it.

You grab your robe and put that on in place of your towel and walk to the living room, sitting down on your couch and flipping the tv on.

It feels like hours, but it was only a long 45 minutes later and you hear a knock on the door before it opens. You stand up and untie your robe, letting it fall to the floor.

“Hello, beautiful.”

You smile at Harry’s words, “Hi.”

He drops his bag, still in his suit from work, “On your knees.”

You nod and drop down to your knees as you watch him walk over to you, “I didn’t like what happened today.”

You’re confused until you remember he is talking about what happened after class with that jock, “I don’t like how he touched you. Spoke to you. None of it.”

Harry drops his jacket onto the couch and starts to unbutton his shirt.

“I don’t want him.” You look up at him, “I want you.”

He tilts his head and lays his fingers under your chin, his thumb rubs over your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly, “Do you?”

“I do.”

“Hmm.” He chuckles, “You’re just going to have to prove it to me.”

He undoes his belt, pushing his suit pants down after he undoes them, “Can you prove it to me, baby?” He sits down on the couch, leaning forward to cup your cheek.

You nod and kiss his palm, “I certainly can, Mr. Styles.”

He smirks, “Let’s get to it then.”

You move over and place yourself between his knees. You lean in to kiss down his stomach. You can feel his muscles tense under your soft touch. You slide a hand up his thigh and rub his hard cock through his thin boxers, “I only want one cock, and one cock only.”

He hums in approval and watches as you slip your fingers in between his skin and waist band. He lifts his hips as you pull the fabric down, allowing his cock to spring free.

“Is this the only cock you want?”

You wrap your hand around him and nod, “Oh fuck yes.” You lick your lips and lean in, pressing a kiss to the head of it. He lets out a sigh and tilts his head back, “I am in love with that mouth of yours, baby.”

You look up at him as you suck and run your tongue over the tip. He looks down at you, “You’re the only everything that I want.”

You moan at his words and take a deep breathe before sinking your head down onto him, taking him into your throat.

You gag on him which makes him moan, “Fuck, y/n. You take my cock into that throat so beautifully.”

You bring your head up and start to bob as you suck. He gasps and bucks his hips, “Shit. Shit.” He lays a hand on your head and fists your hair, “Just like that, oh yes.”

His head tilts back, eyes shut and lips parted as small moans and whimpers escape through them.

You wrap your hand around the base of his cock, twisting your hand as you stroke him, sucking on the top half.

“F-fuck, baby.” He looks down at you and watches you, “Fucking hell, you’re go- fuck. Okay.” He stops you and chuckles slightly as he pants, “I wanna fuck that pussy before I cum.”

He smiles down at you and wipes your chin with his thumb, pushing it into your mouth. You wrap your lips around it and suck.

He blinks slowly and lets out a groan, “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He takes his thumb out and pats his thighs, “Come here.”

You get up and sit on his lap. You look down at him as you feel the tip of his cock rub against your already soaked folds, “I need to feel you.” You push your hips down and Harry smirks, “I need you to tell me something first, love.”

“What?” You say with a slightly whiny tone.

He tilts his head, “Who’s pussy is this?”

You lean in, pressing your lips to his, “Yours.” You whisper against his lips, “It’s yours, Mr. Styles.”

He wraps and arm around your waist and nods, “Damn right it is.” He pushes his hips up, the head of his cock stretches your pussy and you moan.

“You’re such a slut for my cock, aren’t you sweetheart?” His fingers dig into your back as he moans, “Fuck, I love this pussy.”

You moan and push your hips down to meet his, “Fuck, fuck. You make me feel so good.”

He leans forward, kissing over your collar bone and biting more spots onto your neck, “You did a good job at hiding these ones from last night. I couldn’t even tell they were there today.”

You smirk and run a hand through his hair, “I know, I caught you looking a few times.”

He shrugs, “Can’t help it. It’s hard not to look at what’s mine.” He winks and pulls you in to kiss you. You move your hips up and down, grinding against him as you moan into his mouth.

Your tongues push together and he grips your hips with his other hand, “Hmm.”

“Who do you belong to?” He leans his head back, watching your face twitch with pleasure.

“You, Harry.” You moan and lean in to rest your forehead against his, “You.”

“Who’s my dirty little slut?” He slides his hands back to your ass and grips it, “My dirty little secret.”

“Me.. I am.” You throw your head back as your clench around him repeatedly, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You cum on his cock, grinding your hips down onto him as you guide yourself through your high.

“So pretty when you cum.” He slides his hands up and massages your boobs, “I love these tits.” He leans in and takes a nipple into his mouth as his fingers twist and pull at the other one.

“Fuck, Harry.” You gasp and tangle your fingers in his hair, “Shit, yes.” You let out a long moan, slowly moving your hips.

“Gonna cum for me again?” He asks as he switches to give your other nipple the same attention.

“I’m so close.” You whimper and dig your nails into his upper back, dragging them down and across as you cum again.

You moan out his name over and over again, begging for him to fuck you, “Please, please. Fuck me.”

He brushes hair out of your face and leans up to kiss you, “alright.” He flips you so you’re laying flat on your back. He slips his cock back into your pussy and doesn’t waste another second.

He pushes your legs up and back, gripping your thighs like his life depends on it. He quickly thrusts his hips, slamming himself into you that cases you to scream out and arch your back.

You lay your hands on his, digging your fingertips into the top of them, “Fuck, fuck fuck.” Your eyes roll back and you toes curl as he brings on another leg shaking orgasm.

“Fuck, baby. I don’t know how much longer I can last.” He moans as you clench around him, “Fuck. Do you want me to cum inside of you again?”

You nod and moan, “Y-yes… please.”

“Fucking dirty girl.” He groans and tilts his head back, “this pussy is mine. Say it.”

You moan out in response and he takes a hand and wraps it around your neck, “Say it.”

“Y-yours. It’s.. yours.. baby. It’s yours.” Your eyes roll back as his grip tightens, “Fucking right it is.”

You feel his thrusts get sloppy and they slow down. He pushes his cock deep into you as it spews his cum all over your pulsating walls.

“Fuck, baby. I don’t ever want to stop doing this.” He lets go of your neck and slowly thrusts, pushing it in as deep as he can get it.

He gently sets your legs down and rubs your thighs, “Did I hurt you?”

You shake your head and look at him with a smile, “Not at all.” He smiles and leans down, “Good.” He presses his lips gently against yours and lays a hand on your cheek.

He kisses your cheeks a few times before leaning up, “Care if I get a shower?”

You smirk, “Only if I can join you.”

He holds his hand out and leads you to the bathroom. He turns the water in and steps in when it’s warm enough. You follow behind him and watch as he lets the water run down over him.

“How can you teach when I’m in class and you know how I look naked?” You laugh slightly, “Because I know that it’s hard for me to focus when all I can think about it being with you.”

He runs his hands over his face and smirks, “Why do you think I sit at my desk so much?” He pulls you into him, “You get me going without even trying.”

You rest your head against his wet chest and sigh, “Can I ask a question?”

“Mhm.”

“Is all we’re doing.. just sex?”

He answers faster than you thought he would, “No.”

You look up at him, “No?”

He nods, “I know it’s frowned upon, but my mom always said that If you find something that makes you happy. Keep it close.”

“I make you happy?” You smile and tighten your arms around him.

He nods, “very much so. I know we just met, but I know you’re good for me.”

You nod, “I agree.”

He sighs, “The only downfall is that I have to internally burn with jealously when other guys talk to you. I can’t publicly claim what’s mine.”

“You don’t have to worry about anyone else. You’re the only person I will be naked and ready for.”

——

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[cinemastyles-backup]

Late Night Talking

Summary: Harry shows y/n his new song he wrote

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, unprotected sex, biting, hair pulling, oral (f rec), simple cute filth

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

QUARANTINE HARRY

"I wrote a song for the new album." Harry says as he plays with my hair, "I think you'll like it."

"Yeah?" I lean up and bend my arm on the back of the couch, resting my hand on my hand, "Let's hear it."

He smiles shyly and lets out a sigh, "Okay." He taps his fingers on his leg and nods his head slightly as he hums, "We've been doin' all this late night talkin'.. 'Bout anythin' you want until the mornin'..Now you're in my life..I can't get you off my mind."

He looks over at me and shrugs, "It's just- something."

I smile and stare at him, "I can't wait to hear the full song, Harry." I bite my lip, "What's it about?"

His head snaps over to me quickly and a smile grows on his face. He shakes his head, "nothing." He chuckles, "Well, If you really want to know."

I nod, "Kind of."

He sighs and points to me, "You. Us."

"Really?" I tilt my head and smile, "Hmm."

"That a bad hmm?"

I shake my head, "Not at all. I just, I never really thought anyone would write a song about me."

He holds his arms open for me to lay on his chest, "I had to. You were the perfect muse for me."

"Perfect?" I lay a hand on his stomach, "Really?"

"Mhm. It's about, two people. Who.." he pauses and I can hear his heart beat speed up, "kinda.. fell in love during a certain time period.."

I believe he's referring to us being quarantined together.

"And they were away from each other, for only a couple days and ended up missing each other."

I smile and looks up at him, "That sounds very familiar."

He smirks and nods, "Yeah, yeah. Just wait until you hear the full song. It'll really hit you then."

I smile and shift closer to him, I lay an arm over his and play with his hair at the nape of his neck, "So. Late Night Talking.. does that refer to us.. not talking? Or.."

"Yes and no." He chuckles, "All the different conversations we have and had while laying in bed together for all hours of the night."

I twirl his hair around my finger and look over his face, "I like it."

"You didn't even-"

"I don't have to hear it, because if it's a song, written by you, about me. I know it'll be amazing." I lean in and kiss his lips.

He smiles and brushes hair out of my face, "You are pretty great, y/n."

"So are you." I kiss him again, gradually working up to a passionate make out, "So.. are we going.. to do.. some.. not talking.. late night.. talking?" I ask in between kisses.

He nods and pulls me into his lap, "Mhm."

His hands slide down my body and he lifts my shirt up and over my head tossing it behind us, "You don't need that." He says before reconnecting our lips.

I wrap my arms around his neck and grind down onto him. He moans lowly against my lips and kisses down my chest. He slides his hands back up and takes a nipple between each of his fingers.

I tilt my head back and moan as he nips the skin on my boobs.

He pushes his hips up to meet mine and I moan as the friction is applied hard to my clit, "Harry." I breathe out, "I need you."

He looks up at me and I look down at him. He continues to knead and pinch at my boobs, watching as my eyes roll back, "Harry." I whimper, "P-please."

"It has been a couple of days since I've had you, hasn't it?" He asks with a low chuckle.

I nod and pull his hair, "Yes."

"Looks like we have to do something about that, don't we baby?" He wraps an arm around my waist and stands up.

We make our way into the bedroom, and he throws me onto his bed, "I've missed you."

I smile up at him, "I've missed you."

He slips off his tee and pushes his sweats down, "I'm going to make you feel so good tonight." He takes my panties off and spreads my legs, looking over what he's missed.

Without another word he lays down on the bed and hooks his arms under my thighs and presses his tongue to my clit, letting out a loud moan, "Mm."

I arch my back off the bed and I gasp. I slam my hands down on the bed and grab the blanket, "Shit."

He works his way down, his mustache tickles my skin as his tongue sliding up and down my folds. I let out a loud moan, pulling him closer with my legs.

I tangle my fingers into his hair, "H-Harry." I gasp out as I start to pant. My chest rises and falls quickly as he slurps on my pussy, working me up to cum.

"Shit shit." I moan and roll my eyes closed, "Fuck." I whimper as I clench around his tongue. I let out a whine as I cum on his face and my arms fall limp to the bed.

Usually Harry pulls away by now but he didn't. Instead, he slips two fingers inside of me and curls them slowly.

Over and over again.

I arch my back off the bed and moan out his name loudly, "Harry."

He moans against my clit and works his fingers faster.

I'm back to panting and I can feel sweat start to form on my skin, "Fuck. Fuck." I moan, my hands desperately grabbing at his hair and pushing his head into me, "H-Harry."

He brings me to my second orgasm or the night and he leans back slightly to kiss up my thighs. I can feel the wetness from me clinging to the hair on his face and I bite my lip as he crawls up to hover over me.

"You like that?" He asks with a smug smirk on his face.

I nod, "very much."

He nods once and leans down to kiss me. Our lips move in sync as he kicks his underwear off, "I can't wait to feel you again." He mumbles as he kisses down my neck.

I place my hands on his chest and shoulder as he rubs the head of his cock against my soaked pussy. My nails press into his skin as he slowly pushes in and my lips part as a quiet gasp escapes my lips.

He moans and tilts his head back, "Fuck."

I wrap an arm around his neck and look up at him, "I've missed how good you feel."

He nods, "Uh huh." He presses his forehead to mine and slowly starts to thrust, "I agree."

I lay a hand on his cheek and bring my leg up to lay across his back. He reaches down and his hand grips the outer side of my thigh, "Fuck baby."

He locks his eyes with mine, "You-" he shakes his head and moans, "Make me feel so good."

I kiss him and moan into his mouth. He takes my bottom lip between his teeth and pulls back slightly. I gasp and pull myself closer to him.

I clench around him as I get ready to cum again, "Harry." I whimper as I dig my nails into his back.

He moans and slides a hand up to grip my hair. He tilts my head back and latches onto my skin.

I'll be surprised if there isn't a hickey there later.

I arch my back up, my chest pressing against his, "Fuck." I curse as my orgasm takes over my body for the third time.

He moans and let's go of my hair, "Fuck."

He places his hands on the bed next to my head and his thrusts get harder.

He groans as they gradually slow down and he pulls out, pumping his cock as he cums onto my stomach.

He stays still for a moment as we both catch our breathe.

"Amazing as always." He says with a smile. He stands up and walks over to the bathroom grabbing something to clean us both up with.

He tosses the towel into the basket and gets into bed next to me, planting a kiss onto my forehead, "So what do you want to talk about tonight?"

——

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I miss mustachrry. He makes me feral 🥵

A Keeper

A (mostly smutty) blurb about the mustache.

Considering how the world is spiraling out of control Harry hasn’t seen his girlfriend, Y/N in quite some time. She’d gone on a little holiday to visit her grandparents in the country right before the UK shut down. He was in California. But considering how rapidly cases were spreading in London, her parents encouraged her to avoid the city and she decided to extend her stay with her grandparents. Once he was back and things had settled down he mentioned to her that he’d be going on a little euro-trip for some work stuff and naturally, invited her along, just to get out for a little bit. And naturally, Y/N said she would go and he arranges for her to meet him in Italy.

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[chaoticloving]

the clip

harry styles x reader (masterlist)

summary: the start, and much needed halt, to Harry’s signature clip.

warning: smut (m and f receiving oral), wanting to pull harry’s hair lol.

a/n: i love that half smile mustache and hair clip combo

“Harry come on, hurry up!” Y/n shouted. “I actually want to go on a run before it gets dark.”

“Give me two seconds, lovely!” Harry gasped, followed by the clatter of something falling to the ground.

Harry had promised to go with Y/n on a morning run after his legs gave out a little too quickly during sex last night. He figured it would be a easy way to get back into shape and a nice bonding experience that wouldn’t diminish Harry’s pleasing abilities.

Y/n smiled as her lover finally came down the stairs of their home. His hair was getting longer—not as long as it’s previously, but a nice length nonetheless.

Harry was bending down to tie his runners before dramatically flipping his hair as he stood up. He smiled as a single piece of hair fell from its position and down onto his face—right between his two eyes. He was still giddy, huge smile on his face as he said spoke. “Ready!”

Y/n laughs as she figure combs his hair back. His curly hair though couldn’t be contained as more unruly curls landed on his face. “I think it’s time to bring back the bandanas.”

Harry laughed and kissed her lips. “My hairs not that long, love. Besides those bandanas are the reason I have a hairline that spells out the letter M at my age.”

“‘My age’ as in almost thirty.”

“We do not use that number yet.” Harry interjected, a hint of sarcasm seeping through.

“Hm.” Y/n hummed. “I lost all my hair ties but I do have this.”

She walked over to one of her bags, pulling out a hair clip and smiled. She got his hair and he bends down slightly, enough so she could get a good grip on this hair.

She giggled as she twisted the thicker top part of his hair and clipped it securely. Harry stood up straight and looked at his reflection in a mirror.

“Thoughts?” He did a couple of poses.

“Very sexy.” She answered. “But c’mon, I want to go for that run.”

~

From there on out, Harry’s hair had gotten use to being pulled back with a clip. It got to the point where Harry even got a special Gucci clip that was to only be used during important moments.

But, in Harry’s opinion, sex with Y/n was the only important activity that would require this clip.

Harry looked so good laying on his back, fully naked with tattoos littered all over his delicious body. His cock was pretty, twitching slightly with each breath and slight touch Y/n applied.

“Fuck, please baby, please do something.” Harry’s plead turned into a moan when Y/n put his head into her mouth. “Fuck. You’re so good at that.”

Y/n almost laughed at the sight, Harry’s face—close to orgasm—with the ungodly clip in his hair that made his twisted face all that more precious.

She got back to her task and used her hands to stroked Harry’s dick when her mouth pulled back. He groaned when he felt her soft hands, then nearly came by opening his eyes and seeing the sight: his girlfriend, wearing a bra and panties made of see through mesh material, taking his dick down her throat.

“I think, fuck, cumming.” Harry moaned as he came, breathing becoming much heavier and tired. “That’s so good.” Was all her could manage.

Y/n swallowed and crawled on top of her lover. “Felt good?”

Harry hummed. “Hell yes.”

“Want to repay the favor?” Harry didn’t have to open his eyes to know Y/n was smirking, causing Harry to break out in a smile of his own.

“Hell yes.”

Harry used what strength—all thanks to his and Y/n’s early runs—he had to switch positions with her. He kissed her lips, enjoying the closeness before starting to undo her bra and take off her panties. He kissed down her body, to her neck, breasts, stomach, then hips.

“Alright, get on with it.” Y/n said with mocked annoyance. “I don’t remember teasing you this much.”

“Just loven ya, calm down.” Harry laughed, his breath catching on Y/n pussy. Harry got eye level with her vagina and got started.

He licked, giving her a startled feeling that caused her reflexes to start. Her legs wrapped around Harry’s naked torso, and her hand tried to pull at Harry’s hair, but instead got a handful of an overpriced hair clip. She tried to pull it out but Harry’s hand that wasn’t groping her tit snapped up and stoped her hand.

“Babe-“

“Hair clip stays in.” Harry said, about to go back to his “dessert” before he was shooed away.

“That was the most unsexy thing you could say!” Y/n said, untangling her legs from Harry’s back. “Telling me I can’t go at your hair—what is this?! Church?!”

“I’m eating you out though, I’m sure that’s sexy enough.”

“Nope.” Y/n shook her head. “You cut your hair and now you lock it all up.” She tsked.

“But then my hair will get in your pussy and as much as I like it hairy I don’t think you would appreciate my stands of hair in there.”

“That’s why my hands would keep it back.” She reasoned. “C’mon? For me?”

“Hm fine.” Harry removed his hand. Y/n got a hold of the clip and took it out. “Hey hey be careful there.”

“Yeah yeah I am.” Y/n put the clip on Harry’s beside table and got her legs and hand back into their rightful place. “Alright, carry on.”

Harry chucked and got back to his rightful place too. He started eating her out, earning Y/n to moan and her grip on Harry to get tighter. Her legs squished his back and hair completely yanked on his hair. Harry could feel himself get harder though with each of her pulls, making him all more eager to make her cum.

“You’re good at that too.” Y/n breathed out. Harry started to focus more on her clit. He brought his free hand to her folds, entering his figures in and out slowly. “Oh fuck really good.”

Harry blushed with the complement, massaging her boob and licking her clit more intensely. “Fuck I’m gonna-“

Her moans were like music Harrys ears, he made a mental note to maybe record them to add to a song. He kelts licking and groping through her orgasm, until her breathing leveled out.

“Good?”

“Yeah.” Harry leaned over her, smiling and kissing her blissed out state. “Much better without the clip.”

“Oh really?”

“Mhm.” She hummed, stroking his hair behind his ear. “So pretty.”

“Little ol’ me?” Harry asked with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Yup.” She said. “So pretty. Never wear that clip when we have sex again. Truly painful.”

“As you wish.” Harry agreed.

[ruinedbylanadelrey]

Ok but picture this: reader is in college and is babysitter for Frankie’s kid or kids (depending if you want to make him have more with his ex after the events of the movie). She is attracted to him and one night he comes out late, they give in and have sex. She spends the night and the kid(s) burst into the bed to find their babysitter cuddling in bed with their dad under the covers. You can decide what happens next!

I LOVE THIS IDEA

Touch Tank | Frankie Morales x Babysitter! Reader

warnings: SMUT 18+, age gap (LEGAL), unprotected p-i-v sex (wrap it up), oral (fem receiving), frankie being the pussy eating king

songs: touch tank by quinnie, pretty boy by the neighbourhood, jonestown by emily yoke, daylight by harry styles

wc: 1.8K

masterlist

You closed your laptop after finishing the worst term paper you ever wrote. It was submitted and there's nothing you could do about it. You looked at the time, it was midnight and Frankie should be arriving home any minute.

Any minute the man you want should walk through that door and talk to you and then dismiss you from watching his daughter Isabel. Then you would just go home and fantasize about Frankie kissing you and professing his feelings for you, telling you that everything you have been feeling is not one-sided. The late-night talks, the flirting, and the small touches you shared are all not in your head. 

The door opened and Frankie quickly closes it behind him, taking off his shoes and throwing his jacket on the couch.

"Sorry I wanted to be home earlier but Benny just kept dragging us from bar to bar." Frankie sighs and sits right next to you, he takes off his hat and his fingers brush through his dark hair. You could smell alcohol and his cologne, it was an all too familiar smell of him.

"Don't apologize, I like being here," You smiled at him and move your laptop onto the coffee table. Frankie scoots closer to you and his arm rests on the back of the couch, you fell back into your spot and let yourself feel his arm touching your shoulders. 

"I like you being here," Frankie wasn't lying, he liked coming home to you and seeing you so at home, seeing you take good care of his little girl. He enjoyed that you stay past your time and talk with him, he could see that you wanted to spend time with him, and it was never forced.

Frankie was scared at first when he realized that you had a crush on him since you were just 22. He never saw himself as desirable until you would say 'You look good' before he would leave for the night. Your eyes ate him up every time you would see him, it gave him such a boost of confidence. 

Frankie turned his body towards you and liked how you looked in the dim light from the lamp. You looked into his eyes and then at his lips, you loved how his bottom lip was bigger than his top lip.

You loved his mustache accompanied by the scruff along his jaw. Frankie cups your cheek and his thumbs softly caress your skin and tug the bottom of your lip. You let out a pathetic whimper and the sound made his member stir in his cargo pants. 

"Can I kiss you, pretty girl?" Frankie's voice shook as he asked the question. You swallowed hard and couldn't believe the words that left his lips.

"Please," you whispered like you weren't trying to wake yourself up from what you think is a dream. Frankie chuckles at how well-mannered you always have been.

Frankie sits back and pulls you onto his lap, your legs fall naturally on the sides of his thighs. Your arms were thrown around his neck, his hands resting on your hips. Frankie presses his lips so lightly against yours like it is a whisper of the feeling of his skin on yours. You press just as lightly against his lips. 

The next move came from Frankie, he smashed his lips into yours. You give back the same kind of hunger. You bit down on his lip earning a moan from his throat. No one had to coax the other into the kiss.

His tongue glides against your bottom wanting to explore your mouth, his hands slide to the globes of your ass gripping hard. You moan at the sensation of his hands on your ass. His tongue invades as the moan left your lips. Your hands grab the ends of his curls, tugging them while you grind down on him. 

Frankie broke the kiss to admire your swollen lips and the look in your eyes. You shook your head at him and continued to play with his hair.

"Let's take this to the bedroom," Frankie said, you got off his lap and he takes your hand to lead you to his room.

You sat on your knees against the bed while Frankie tried to shut the door as quietly as possible trying not to wake his daughter who is down the hall sound asleep. He looked at how you were sitting on his bed, the way your thighs were slightly spread apart while you sat on your knees. He knew he had to bury his head between your soft thighs. 

You smiled at him with doll-like eyes, just big and bright. Frankie stalked his way to you, leaning down to take your lips between his once again.

His fingers played with the thin straps of your dress, he pushed them off your shoulders. The touch of his fingers danced back up to your collarbone. You shudder at his touch along your skin.

"Can I taste you?" Frankie asks while he lays you down and climbs on top of you, the hem of your dress falling to your hips showing off the black lace thong you picked out for the night.

"Yes," you hummed, he could feel the wetness pool in the small piece of lace as he pulled them down your plush thighs, he tucks your thong in his back pocket. 

You let out a moan at the sight of him pocketing your panties. Frankie lowers himself down to your naked heat,

"Fuck, baby, you have such a pretty pussy," he groans as he took in your scent and the way you were dripping for him. His fingers part your lips and collect your wetness with his tongue,

"Oh-oh god, Frankie," you arch your back off the bed as his tongue dives into your core, the bridge of his nose bumping against your throbbing clit. He replaces his tongue with his thick fingers into your heat, curling them and then fucking you with them. His mouth lays open mouth kisses the skin around your clit before sucking on where you needed him most. 

Your fingers fly to his hair, pulling hard on his dark locks. You bit your lip trying to keep your moans from escaping. You couldn't trust your mouth with keeping them in. Frankie stares directly into your eyes as he looked too beautiful as he was going down on you.

"You're so pretty," You cried out while your pussy clenched around his digits, he hummed against your core, and you loved how his mustache was adding more desirable friction to your clit.

"Cum on my tongue, pretty girl," He said before his tongue dives inside your cunt once more, he drinks from you like it was wine, and your body listened to his command. Your sweetness flooded his tongue, he knew your cum would taste so sweet. 

"That's my pretty girl," Frankie praises you while he continued his assault on your sensitive clit.

Your thighs kept trembling as you rode out your high on his fingers. Frankie kisses his way up to your lips, he brings his lips to yours and shares with you how sweet you tasted on his tongue.

"I need you right now," you fumbled with his belt and unzipped his pants, his clothes discarded to the floor.

Frankie pulled the top of your dress down for your breasts to spill out. Frankie takes one nipple into his mouth and kneads your other breasts. You throw your head back and your hips buckled needing friction. 

Frankie leaves open-mouth kisses along your collarbone, he guides his cock along your slit and pushes in the bit past his tip.

"You feel like heaven," he moans pushing himself into your aching pussy. You mewled when you looked down at his cock disappearing inside of you, filling you completely.

"Look at my pretty girl taking my cock so well," Frankie smirked, he pulls himself out almost all the way out and then slammed back into your core.

You smiled as Frankie frantically thrusts into you so deep you could feel him in your stomach.

"You're so big," you whimpered, Frankie drunk in the way your tits bounced with each thrust, his hands gripped your hips for leverage trying to fuck so deep into you.

Frankie's moans were like whines as he wanted to look at your face but also your cunt milking his length. 

"I-I'm gonna cum, sweet girl, where? where?" his thrusts were becoming sloppy but still hard and deep. Your hands fist the bedsheet, you could feel the tight knot in your stomach come undone.

"I want you to fill me up, baby," You threw your head back as you came undone beneath him, your walls clenched around him. Your words and the way your velvet walls milked his cock had him releasing hot ropes inside of you. 

His cum was leaking out of you as he fucked into you. Frankie's hand grabs your face as he rode out both your highs. You had a cock drunk smile painted on your face, he moaned at how much he loved the look on your face

. "You like that? You like my cock filling you up, pretty girl?" Frankie whispered, he rests his forehead on yours.

"Yes, I do, baby," you said out of breath, he pulls out of you and laid down beside bringing you into his arms.

"Stay the night," Frankie mumbled trying to keep himself awake.

"I'd love to." You kiss his chest before you both drifted to sleep. 

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The sun came through the blinds, and you slid out of bed and readjusted your dress from the night before. You climbed back into bed and nestled yourself back into his arms.

"Good morning, pretty girl," Frankie's voice was low and groggy from sleep, you smiled up at him loving how he sounded first waking up.

"Morning," you hummed as you traced shapes on his sternum. You basked in the morning glow before heading to take a shower. 

Frankie gave you his blue button up from his closet and a pair of his boxers. He brought you back to bed and laid there before having to face the day. The door swings open and Isabel runs to find you trying to hide from her.

"Daddy, you had a sleepover?!" she exclaimed as she looked at you, he laughs and sets her between you and Frankie.

You both looked at each other and shrugged, Isabel started to ask why she wasn't invited and how mad she was at her dad for not letting you sleep in her room because sleepovers are for girls.

"Bel, Daddy is very sorry, how can I make it up to you?" You watched him hold her and just listen to her babble. 

Your heart ached at how sweet he was with her,

"You let me have ice cream for breakfast," the deal was said and done, you spent the morning with them and it felt like this was supposed to be an everyday thing. 

[all-the-things-2020]

Late Night Talking

A Dieter Bravo x OFC fic

Notes: Title comes from the Harry Styles song. I heard it on the radio one day and the line “Now you’re in my life, I can’t get you off my mind” just screamed Dieter to me.

My Dieter is (mostly) sober and trying to put his life and career back together after hitting the bottom during the filming of Cliff Beasts 6. He is still a menace but he’s working on it. There will be comedy, angst, fluff and possibly some smut (not sure how explicit my narrator will get).

Narrator is an original female character loosely based on myself. She is around Dieter’s age, not thin, and introverted. He turns her life upside down and she’s not quite prepared for it.

Tagging @rhoorl because her Dieter in “Working Title” inspired me to start this fic!

Chapter One below the cut

I met him in a bookshop, of all places. Not exactly the environment you’d expect, but sometimes fate works in mysterious ways. Bookshops are one of the few places I frequented where it’s even remotely possible to meet a man. I’ve never liked bars or clubs; too noisy, too many creeps trying to be charming and getting too hands. As an introvert, I prefer quieter surroundings, like bookshops, museums, and botanical gardens. Not exactly hot spots for single guys, but I wasn’t trying to meet anyone. I was always open to whatever might happen, though.

I was in The Last Bookstore in downtown L.A. It was the first day of my summer break and I’d challenged myself to get out of my box a little and do things I’d never done before. I’d taken the train into the city, which I’d never done by myself. Of course, once I got into L.A., I ended up in my preferred habitat, surrounded by books.

I had spotted a book on my to-be-read list on the top shelf. Being petite (the polite way of saying I was short), I couldn’t quite reach it. I was debating whether the shelves were structurally sound enough for me to try standing on the bottom shelf to reach it when I heard a low, warm voice behind me say, “Let me.”

An arm reached up, easily plucking the book off the shelf and handing it to me. “Good choice,” the voice said. “That’s one of my favorites.”

I knew that voice. Turning to see the man who stood next to me, my suspicions were confirmed. It was Dieter Bravo. He was wearing a baggy gray t-shirt, a well-worn pair of jeans and some god-awful Crocs that had seen better days. His hair looked like he’d forgotten to comb it that morning and his scruffy beard and mustache could use a trim. But he was wearing glasses and his deep brown eyes were looking directly into mine, so that was all I saw.

“Thanks,” I managed to say, hoping I wasn’t blushing or anything ridiculous like that.

“No worries,” he said with a smile. He indicated the small stack of books in my hands with his chin. “You’ve got good taste.”

“Oh, yeah, thanks,” I said. Real smooth, doofus, I told myself. I tried to start over. “I read a ton of YA for work, so I’m trying to read more ‘grown-up’ stuff during the summer.”

He leaned against the bookshelf, his broad shoulders blocking the aisle. “YA?,” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Young Adult,” I explained. “I work in a high school library. A lot of it is really good, but after nine or ten months of dystopian love triangles and hot werewolves and teenagers with weird diseases falling in love, I find myself craving something more substantial.”

He smiled again. “I can imagine,” he said. “So, a librarian, huh? Oh, I’m Dieter, by the way.” He held out his hand and I shook it. It was huge and warm and made my knees melt.

“Um, yeah, I know,” I stammered. “I recognized you. I’m, ha, a big fan of your work.” I felt like a complete idiot as I stumbled over my words. “I’m Emily.”

“Well, Emily, this might be a dumb question, considering your line of work, but do you come here often?” He chuckled as he seemed to realize how cliched his questions was.

“Actually, this is my first time here,” I said. “I’ve always wanted to visit this shop, I never got around to it. I live out in the boondocks, so I don’t get into L.A. very often.”

“It’s great,” he said. “I don’t get here very often, though. Always too busy, it seems.”

We chatted for a bit, about the books we were buying, and favorites we’d both read (and made a few recommendations to each other when we mentioned titles the other hadn’t read). Then the conversation turned back to bookshops.

“I usually end up at Barnes & Noble,” I admitted. “There’s a good indie bookseller in Riverside, but it’s kind of small. My absolute favorite bookshop is Vroman’s in Pasadena. I don’t get there as often as I’d like, though.”

“Vroman’s,” he said, wrinkling his forehead. “I think I’ve heard of it but I’ve never been there.”

“Oh, you should go!” I said. I loved talking about my favorite bookshop and started rattling on. “They have all kinds of great stuff besides books. Plus a wine bar.”

“Whoa, books and booze? Sign me up.” He smiled that radiant smile I’d seen in a million photos, the one that always made me feel funny inside.

“Then you should definitely go.”

“Is that an invitation?”

I was stunned, but managed to speak without stumbling too much over the words. “Sure, why not?” Holy crap, he’s flirting with me!

Dieter pulled out his phone. “Let’s see,” he said, scrolling through the phone. “Um, I’m free Friday evening. I have a meeting at two, but I should be out of there by four at the latest. It’s in Burbank, I can probably make it to Pasadena by five, if that works for you?”

My tongue felt like it was swollen to twice its normal size. Was he actually asking me out? Or had I accidentally asked him? “Um, yeah,” I stammered. “Friday’s good, yeah.”

“Okay, then.” He tapped away at his phone and then slipped it back into his pocket. “It’s a date. Friday, five o’clock, Vroman’s.” He winked and now I knew I was blushing like a fool. He glanced at his wristwatch. “I have a meeting with my agent in an hour, so I’d better go pay for these and get going.” He pulled his phone back out and opened up the Contacts app. “Here,” he said, handing the phone to me. “Put in your number.”

I did and handed the phone back to him. He put it back in his pocket (oh, how I tried not to look too closely at that pocket, afraid he’d think I was checking out his crotch), then held out his hand again, wiggling his fingers. “Your phone?”

“Oh, yeah.” I pulled my own phone out of my purse and handed it to him. He opened my Contacts app and typed in his name and number. As he handed it back to me, our fingers brushed against each other and he smiled.

“See you Friday.” He turned and walked away, heading for the cash registers on the ground floor. I stood in the aisle for several minutes, staring at my phone. I had a date with Dieter fucking Bravo, and he’d given me his phone number.

I waited until he’d left the store, then went to the register myself. “Hey, you just missed Dieter Bravo,” the clerk said. “I got his autograph.”

I got his phone number, I wanted to say, but I didn’t. The kid behind the counter was thrilled to have had an encounter with a celebrity; he didn’t need me rubbing his nose in my good fortune. That didn’t keep me from texting my best friend Sam once I was back on the train headed for the IE. We’d been friends in elementary school before her family moved back East the summer before junior high. We’d kept in touch over the years, first by letters and now by text and Facebook.

<Went to downtown L.A. today. You’ll never guess who I ran into>

&lt;somebody I know?>

<Dieter Bravo>

&lt;Get out! Where were you?>

<The Last Bookstore, really cool shop.>

&lt;Were you cool about it? Please tell me you were cool about it>

<As cool as I could be, lol. Must have done okay. We have a date Friday night>

Sam replied with a string of emojis and punctuation marks. &lt;Don’t fuck with me, Em. It’s not funny>

<Totally serious. I have his phone number and everything.>

I clicked over to my Contacts and stared at the screen. The name “DB❤️” stared back at me. It was real.

<I want details!>

I sketched out the encounter for her.

&lt;You’re living in a rom com, I swear. But be careful. Heard he’s a bit of a wild child. Make him wear a condom. You don��t know where he’s been>

<Shut up. I’m not going to sleep with him on the first date. Eww.>

&lt;I know, you’re Miss Sensible Shoes. LOL>

It was joke between us that Sam had grown up to love wearing stiletto heels and clubbing while I preferred flats and quiet evenings. We always said it was a good thing we lived so far apart or we’d never have remained friends. And yet Sam was the one who was married with three kids and a job in finance, while I was still unattached and basically living paycheck to paycheck.

<I’ll tell you all about the date, I promise. Luv u>

I put away my phone and stared out the window, watching the backyards and alleys of Southern California flash by. What a world, where I woke up in my tiny condo thinking the highlight of my day would be a new book and lunch at Olvera Strett, and now I had a date with a famous actor. Only in L.A. I mused. It really is La La Land.

[watermelonlovershigh]

what abt yn getting really hot with beard harry and she can't stop praising him for that while having sex. which make h even more hornier and rough

also i get the inspire bc of this pic

AN: i hope this is similar to what you wanted and i filled your request to your liking. let me know. and i know i call this rough sex in the story when in reality its barley that. its just a bit more rough then what i normally write in my fics. so enjoy : )

This story contains: dirty talk, riding cock, fucking, mentions of female oral sex

{ husband!harry - no kids }

word count: 1114

When Harry comes home from his morning run, you get turned on by his facial hair and fuck on the couch.

Harry had just come in from his morning jog around London when you were walking into the kitchen, getting the morning coffee started and made. You were dressed in one of his over-sized t-shirts and panties with a messy bun at the top of your head.

Shutting the side door to your London mansion, Harry walks into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water before his after run shower. But he stops dead in his tracks when he sees you. "Oh hello, m'love. Thought you'd still be asleep."

"Yeah well I was but woke up and decided to get our coffee started." you reply and for some reason can't take your eyes off Harry's face. Not because it was slightly sweaty, but the hair. Damn his facial hair had grown in more over night and it made your pussy throb at the sight. Just something about Harry having a beard and mustache really got you going.

"What?" Harry asks with a giggle, noticing your lingering look.

You tear your gaze away with a cheeky grin and answer, "You know what your facial hair does to me? Hm?..... Turns me on, see." Walking up to him, you grab his hand and move it towards the front of your panties, under the long t-shirt.

When he feels the dampness starting to form over the fabric, Harry moans a growl and his cock pulses in his shorts. "Fuckin' hell, love."

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It happened so quickly that you can barley remember how you got to where you are now; on the sofa, completely naked, and riding an equally as naked Harry as he lays on his back across the length of the sofa. You're bouncing up and down on his eight inch dick with your hands flat on his chest for support.

He was a sweaty mess from his jog this morning but you couldn't care right now. All you cared about was coming on Harry's cock. And you knew it wouldn't be hard with the sight of his facial hair below you. It truly did turn you on and made you have crazy fantasizes that you wanted to live out later in the day.

"Mhm, Harry," you moan loudly, trying to make it sound extra pornographic on purpose, "your beard and mustache has me so wet. You know what I can't wait to do later?"

Harry grunts below you, trying not to nut too soon and questions, "What'd you want to do later?"

"God babe, want your facial hair rubbing up against my pussy. Head between my legs, brushing over my clit when you tongue fuck me." you heave due to your breath becoming labored. He's so big and it feels so good each time you slam back down onto his lap.

But nevertheless continue your dirty talk, "Or maybe I ride your face. Just rubbing myself all over your course hair. Getting my juices all over your mouth and chin. Coming all over your facial hair."

"Enough, enough," Harry whines, grabbing a hold of your hips tightly and in one swift motion, flips your body over so he's on top and your laying down, "what'r yah trying to do to me, baby? You're gonna make me come before you do and you know I don't like that."

Now Harry has full control and you're not even mad about it. It's not often you have sex like this. Sex that's a bit rougher and what you'd consider actual fucking rather then casual sex or making love. But when you do, it always gives you a good orgasm in the end so you can't complain.

Harry leans over your body and clutches onto the arm of the couch for stability and snaps his hips forward, making the sounds of sex fill the room. Skin slapping and loud moans can be heard from the furthest end of the house. Your pussy is getting wetter and wetter from how well he's thrusting and you know you're about to come.

With your legs wrapped around his waist and one hand grabbing at his hip, you take your other hand and bring it down to rub your clit vigorously. Harry tilts his head down and seeing you touch your clit has his eyes screwing shut and his thighs beginning to shake. "Mhm, fuck. Gonna come f'me, baby? Gotta come soon because m'bout to."

"Yes, Har...." you start but have to stop and gasp for air before continuing, "so close." You throw your head back on the cushions and focus on the way your fingers rub pressured circles on your throbbing clit as well as Harry's cock going deep into your cervix.

Then suddenly you let go. Your brain goes fuzzy and your back arches off the sofa. Your vaginal muscles are clenching his dick repeatedly. Your little clit is actually pulsing on the pads of your fingers. That's when Harry can't wait any longer and blows his load into your cunt.

His hips falter their moments and his arms shake as they try and stay stretched outwards in front of himself. Harry yells out an animistic moan as his cum fills you up to the brim. And as your high begins to fall, you keep milking his dick as your pussy continues to involuntarily spasm.

Harry finally stops his hips all together and is left above you, breathing heavy as his lungs try to give him the oxygen he needs. Then he looks down and just has to ask you, "Was that alright? Wasn't too much was it? 'Cause I know we don't have sex like that often so just didn't want to startle you."

"Babe," you coo, reaching up to pull his body down to yours, "it was great. I know we don't have that kind of sex a lot, you know, where we play a little rough, but every once in a while doesn't hurt anything. Just might be a bit more sore then I normally am after sex. And Harry, I was the one who initiated it. Your facial hair really got me going. So, do - not - shave - it - mister!"

Harry laughs and replies, "Alright, won't shave it for a few more days. But then I might have too because I'm not use to having a hairy face. I'll let you get a couple uses out of it first *oral pleasure/face riding/sitting*. Now, let me carry you up the stairs and we'll shower together. Then we can have the probably cold coffee with some avocado toast for breakfast. How's that sound?"

"Great." you reply cheery and Harry slips his soft penis out your cunt before helping you up off the sofa and goes towards your shared bathroom.

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[stylesberries]

Right Choice

Summary: Harry has a moustache now and you want to get it sticky.

Genre(s): pure smut

Word Count: 3.0k

Warning(s): swearings, sexual intercourse, sticky moustache.

A three-month quarantine resulted in a long ass list of awful consequences, starting from an economic fall to a rise in unemployment. Living this reality was depressing. It was hard to stay positive when people around were losing their jobs and being separated from their loved ones. You and Harry luckily got to quarantine together, as you were both peacefully cuddling in Los Angeles when it was announced that the borders are closing.

Being together in a closed space for so long took a toll on the relationships of many couples. Every day you heard people here and there getting divorces and breaking up because of the fact that they couldn’t stand each other for so long. Thankfully, as Harry was doing PR before the quarantine and overall gets to spend little to no time with you when he’s working, you were more than happy to be stuck together.

Your relationship had already felt like marriage before, but now you were thrown into a complete married life simulator.

You loved it.

You were waking up to your boyfriend showering you with kisses every day, and deep inside you knew that you have to make sure your skin remembers every touch and every kiss of his for the times when he’s away.

Your days were full of baking cookies, playing Scrabble, having sex in every room of the house, and, of course, trying out new things when it comes to your appearance.

You would keep debating on cutting your bangs at least six times a day, to a point where you had to change your lock screen to a picture of you with awful photoshopped bangs, just to fight off the constant desire to cut your hair.

Harry, on the other hand, left his hair alone for a while and would let you cut his hair from time to time when it would get too out of control, making it hard for him to tame it.

While you were busy watching a tutorial on how to cut hair, only half an hour into the process, Harry was staring into a mirror holding the hair you already cut off up to his upper lip.

“Baby,” Harry called.

Despite the fact that you were standing right next to his chair, all of your attention was on the tutorial, so you didn’t hear him calling out for you.

“Babeee.” He whined this time, desperately trying to get you to pay attention to him.

“Huh? What? Sorry, love, what were you saying?” You pulled yourself from the screen of your phone and looked up to Harry’s reflection in your bathroom mirror.

He was sitting in a chair, which you carried to your bathroom from the kitchen, with your raincoat wrapped around his upper body, to make sure none of the little hairs end up in his shirt, tickling him for the rest of his life. You noticed how he was holding up the short hair pieces you had just cut off up to his face.

“Whatcha think? Should I shave off the sides?”

You knew he was referring to his beard, which you grew to love. Although in the beginning you weren’t used to the feeling of prickly skin on yours when you kissed, with the time you got used to razor burns and started enjoying the feeling of his bearded chin in the crook of your neck whenever you were cuddling. However, you weren’t sure if you enjoyed that or seeing his beard wet of your juices every time he went down on you more.

Letting yourself get a bit too carries away with your fantasies, you looked back into his eyes, processing his question properly this time.

“The sides only? Into a moustache you mean?,” you questioned.

“Yeah. I was thinking that if I’ll be home for a while, why not try anything new with the facial hair, now that I can grow a bit more than a couple of hairs here and there?” Harry smiled at you, trying to analyze your facial expression to figure out what you think about his idea.

You weren’t particularly against it; you’ve just never been too into moustaches. Although you knew your English curly was right - this was just the best time to do this, if he wants to try it and see.

Your hand went to reach his and to grab a couple of hair pieces to bring them up to his upper lip. Placing the hair in a moustache shape you looked down at him, awaiting his judgement.

“Like this, baby?” you asked.

He considered the shape you suggested and let his hand rise to yours over his face. He pulled on the hairs on the two ends of the ‘moustache’ and looked back to his reflection. Harry’s gaze fell upon your face right after, asking for your opinion on his alteration.

“I think it would look cute.” Never before had you though that your boyfriend would have a moustache, as you were never really a fan of how they looked. However, you never really imagine that you would be able to call Mr. Harry Styles himself your boyfriend, and we all know that this man, sitting in front of you, can make anything look good.

“Really? Are y’sure it won’t look weird and all?” he asked feeling a bit conscious over the change.

“Honey, first of all - everything looks amazing on you, okay? And I am completely serious. Secondly, if you hate it, you can always shave it off, right?” You placed your hands on his shoulders, still talking to him while looking into his reflection’s eyes.

Harry blushed at your compliment and reclined back into the chair, pushing his head back to you and puckering his lips, awaiting your kiss. You noticed the green eyes piercing yours from below and his bright pink lips inviting yours. You bent slightly to reach his lips with yours. As you pulled away, Harry got up and covered the sides of his beard with his hands and stared intently in the mirror once again.

“I think you’ll look hot. Not that you don’t already look hot.” You pressed a kiss on his back and sneaked your hands under the raincoat and his shirt, pressing them against his bare chest.

“I’m doing it then?” He hesitated and reached for his shaving cream and razor, looking for a sign of approval from you before applying it.

“I’m all for it, so it’s up to you.” Harry nodded and started applying the shaving cream onto his cheeks.

“Just know that you have to eat me out whenever you’re done here because I’m dripping,” you casually announced, as you pulled your hands from under his shirt to walk out of the bathroom, leaving him standing with shaving cream in his beard. Walking out of the bathroom, you could see his jaw drop through your peripheral vision.

“Fuck, Y/N...” he groaned.

That’s what he gets for being so fucking hot.

Here you were standing in the kitchen, making yourself some tea to pass the time while Harry was busy shaving. You tried to distract yourself from the constant pulsating in your lower stomach by scrolling through Instagram, not really paying attention to the content of the feed.

You were so focused on the mindless scrolling that you didn’t hear the heavy footsteps coming your way from outside the kitchen.

“Y/N,” Harry breathed heavily, as he walked closer to you from the back.

You turned around, finally noticing his presence. Let’s just say - he was a sight to see. The moment you saw his beard newly shaven, except for the area above his lips, making him look like he just came from the 70s, you felt your juices starting to coat your thighs right there and then.

“Fuck,” you thought.

Harry, knowing you inside out, in every meaning of that phrase, could see the lust filling your eyes and your pupils dilating.

“Like it, huh, baby?” He walked right up to your heated self.

Even though your mind was clouded with lust, you could still see his erection, as he was making his way towards you.

“Harry fucking Styles, if you keep teasing me I will ki—.” The end of the sentence ended up in Harry’s mouth, as he pushed his lips against yours full of need.

You could feel the moustache prickle the top of your lip.

You loved every second of it.

Harry pulled himself from you and pushed you up to sit on the counter.

“I’ll be getting t’work now if you don’t mind.” He didn’t even look up at you for approval, getting down on his knees in front of the counter.

Next thing you knew - he was pulling your pants off of your legs.

“Hold onto somethin’, baby.”

You reached for the corner of the cupboard, waiting for Harry to take some action.

With one harsh pull, your pants went flying away from both of you, landing next to the kitchen table.

“Fuck, Y/N, I can smell y’from here. Who made y’so wet, baby? Was it me? Or the moustache, huh?” A loud moan left your mouth to answer his question.

“What do you want me to m’do, love? Where d’you want me?” He started dragging the tip of his nose along your legs, starting from your ankles and going up from there. The thick hairs below his nose pricked the soft skin of your inner thighs and you couldn’t keep yourself from pushing your hands through his half-cut curls and pulling him further into your thighs.

“H, fuck, it feels so good.” You closed your eyes, as you felt him move his head to the other leg, neglecting the place where you craved him the most.

“Answer m’questions.” He calmly spoke into your knee; the movement of his lips made you squirm.

“I-I want you on me.” You felt your blood rush to your cheeks, even though you weren’t at all specific.

“I am on you.” He teased you, as his lips started kissing your ankles.

“Not there...” You whined as he kept himself away from your core.

“Where then, sweetheart? Don’t think I understand.” He looked up at you with his chin pressed against your inner thigh once again, flashing you the most innocent look you’ve seen. You would’ve fallen for it if you didn’t know him so well.

Normally, you would’ve been stubborn and wouldn’t have given in to his teasing, but you were so wet that you couldn’t wait any longer.

“I want you...on my pussy.” You blushed even harder, feeling your ears getting hot.

Harry looked up from your thighs and gave you a smile.

“Anything you say, my dear. See - that wasn’t s’hard.” He smirked up at you, starting to pull on your underwear.

At this point you were long gone, finally getting what you’ve been asking for this whole time. You paid his teasings no mind, as you felt your underwear being slowly pulled down your legs, eventually joining the pants on the floor.

“Ugh, fuck. Look at m’girl. You’re glistening with cum, sweetheart.” He was ready to dive right into his favorite meal of the day, spreading your legs before him.

Unfortunately, instead of going straight to where you wanted him, he left kisses along your lower stomach.

You couldn’t hold yourself any longer and took the matter into your own hands. Quite literally.

You placed your hands back into your tease-of-a-boyfriend’s hair and pushed his head down into your pussy, feeling the tip of his nose brush against your folds.

“Fuck, that’s right, Y/N. Show me how much y’need me. Come on. Use me, honey.”

You didn’t expect him to be so turned on by your action, but the words following were the ones that left you hyperventilating.

“I’ll stay here,” He moved slightly away from your entrance. “And you,” he continued. “You will fuck m’face. Get m’face all wet with your juices.”

Your eyes rolled back as you felt his words echo in your head.

“I need you,” was all you could blurt out.

“Take me then.”

You couldn’t keep yourself from pushing your pussy against his face, nor did you want to.

As you started rapidly and desperately moving your hips against his mouth, nose, and his new moustache, you felt the pleasure you’ve never before experienced.

You could feel Harry was enjoying it as well, if not more than you did if that was possible. He shut his eyes close in pleasure and let you use his face to get off.

You could feel him press his face harder against your opening, each time your hips moved to meet him.

“God, H. You feel so good against my pussy. Fuck it feels so good.” You needed him to know how good he was making you feel, without even having to do much.

You felt him smile into your entrance, and his moustache lightly grazes your clit.

“Oh my God, Harry. Do that again, please.” You tried pushing your hips lower to experience the feeling again.

You were lucky to see Harry contribute to the teamwork without teasing you for once. He lifted his head up to let the thick hairs meet the surface of your sensitive spot.

It hurt. It was too sensitive, and you loved every second of it. You felt a familiar rush and fluttering in your lower stomach.

“Already?” You thought. You had never felt an orgasm coming this fast before.

Harry kept bowing his head onto your pussy, this time adding his tongue. Instead of playing with you a bit as he usually did in the beginning, he went straight to your vagina, pushing the tip of his tongue inside of you, which caught you by surprise. You forgot all the letters and words and couldn’t make a single sound except helpless whimpering, moaning, and calling out for your boyfriend to fuck you harder.

Harry was so focused on getting you to cum that he didn’t make a sound either, except groaning into you from now and then, not being able to hide the fact that he was having the time of his life.

“H-Harry.” You weakly whimpered.

He couldn’t hear you. The sounds of your wetness, his lips smacking as he sucked on your clit between going back and forth fucking you with his tongue and your sweet moans were ringing in his ears.

“Har,” you moaned his name louder, this time catching his attention. He kept fucking you with his tongue while rising his eyes up at you to let you know he was listening.

“I’m gonna cum, don’t stop baby, please don’t stop.” You were begging at this point, letting him know he had to take full control, as you were too out of it to control your body’s movements.

Harry picked up the pace at which his tongue was entering your pussy through your folds. You tried to find anything to hold onto, but the cupboard that you were holding onto before was too smooth, so your hand kept slipping.

You felt the fluttering intensify and your head feeling light. You were so close.

You just needed one last push to get you over the edge.

Harry knew it as well.

He pulled his mouth away from your vagina, quickly replacing it with his fingers before you could start complaining. As he started working his fingers in and out of you, curling them to make sure his finger pads press directly at your sweet spot inside, he got an idea.

Looking up at you with your eyes closed and your mouth agape, so close to your peak, he pressed his mouth a little lower from your clit. This also meant that his moustache found home directly on your clit. Harry didn’t let himself stay still for too long, turning his head from side to side to give you all of the sensations you needed.

“Fuck, Harry, I’m cumming,” was all you could get yourself to say between your screams of his name.

He fucked in and out of you even faster than before, feeling you start to tighten around him, as you did right before you came. Noticing it, he moved his head faster, giving your clit a lick from time to time.

“Harry!” You felt an orgasm hit you. Hard. You felt your body shake in convulsions, as it moved through you. Your senses became even more aware of every touch of his. You felt Harry moan against you. As your mind slowly became more aware of your surroundings, you felt Harry’s fingers slide out of you. Even though your mind was still hazy, you saw him move them up to his mouth to lick them clean.

“Har?” You softly called out for him.

“Here, my beautiful.” He cooed, getting up from his knees, helping you sit up comfortably on the counter, as you were sliding off of it.

“Are you okay, love? Came hard, didn’t you? Feeling alright?” He carefully enveloped you in a hug.

“Mhmmm,” was all you could say, as your mind was still too foggy from the orgasm.

“Oh shit.” Harry cursed under his breath, pulling one of his hands from you.

“What?” You were alert and worried if something bad happened. You followed his eyes down to his pants, confused as ever. Before you saw a wet spot in the front of his pants.

“Came in m’pants.” He blushed a little, feeling embarrassed. He didn’t even have to touch himself.

“But you didn’t even-“

“You’re just s’hot, couldn’t help it.” He explained.

Only now you noticed his moustache. It was completely covered in your juices.

“UGH HARRY COME ON!” You hungrily jumped on him.

The moustache was the right choice.

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A/N: hey, it’s been a while. This is my first try on a smut so idk I hope you like it. Missing the moustache pics lol. Keep in mind english isnt my first language, so sorry if theres any mistakes. I didnt even edit it ‘cause I couldn’t bear myself to read it again lol sorry

TW: body insecurity, angsty, smut, mature language, oral sex.

Word count: around 1,2K.

You were chilling in the living room wearing your silk nightdress, drinking your coffee and thinking about nothing in particular, when Harry entered the house glistening with sweat, after having an already busy morning in the backyard, “Up early, I see” he says, glancing at the clock that reads 10:30 A.M.

“Oh, shut up already.”

It’s not that you are lazy, you are just enjoying quarantine like most people who can stay at home are: catching up on the sleep you lost after frantic weeks of working non-stop; also trying to bake and swearing you’ll ‘start working out tomorrow’ and never even trying to wake up earlier to join Harry in his workouts.  

Since quarantine started, he decided to let go a little bit more, not shaving everyday, getting used to settle down more instead of being constantly working and on the road, doing interviews, music videos and whatnot. And, oh boy, were you loving his new ‘loose’ style, that mustache driving you insane every time you even looked at him.

“You’re staring.”

“Sorry, what?” you ask, shaking your head. He chuckles.  

“What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing much, what’s on yours?”

“I’m thinking about shaving the ‘stache”  

“NO- WHY?!” you shift on the couch, recomposing yourself “I mean, why would you do that?” you try to say calmly.

“You really like it, huh? Wanna tell me why is that?” he says coming closer and smiling at you, then gets very serious “Please don’t say daddy issues.” You giggle.

“God, no. You’re a weirdo. It’s just.. It just feels nice, that’s it.” You smile at him and kiss his cheek “When you kiss me” you start traveling south, “when you kiss my neck”, you give him a kiss on the neck, earning a soft hum from his lips, “when you kiss my thighs”, you say giving a little squeeze on his leg, and move your lips to his ear whispering “when you kiss my pussy”.

“Oh, fuck, (Y/N)” he growls, immediately meeting your lips in a very heated kiss. His hands going straight to your waist, as you grind down on him moaning loud when he smacks your ass.

“I mean, let me at least say goodbye to it” you tug on his hair as his lips find your neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses on the way and giving your breasts a little squeeze. “Gladly” he says, his hand going under your nightdress to remove your panties, only then realizing you’re not wearing any, “so naughty” he smirks, sticking two of his fingers inside of you and licking your juices clean looking at you. You feel yourself getting wetter just looking at him.

“Fuck, you’re so wet baby”. His lips finding yours again in a desperate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours, neither of you wanting to break it off. Your hands going to the hem of his shirt trying to remove it, and he happily obliges, removing your nightdress as well exposing your naked body, his lips immediately going to your nipples and giving them lots of attention. You throw your head back in the process, and he takes it as his opportunity to fill your very exposed neck with lots of kisses.  

It all feels great in the heat of the moment, but in the back of your mind all you can think about as the sun hits through the curtains, is how exposed your body is right now, you’ve never even had sex with Harry with the lights on, and you start to get very insecure. He senses your body stiff “What happened? Did I do something wrong? Did I say something?” his hands reaching up to your cheeks and forcing you to look at his very worried eyes.

“No, baby, it’s not you. Why don’t we take this to the bedroom, huh?” you fumble trying to reach your nightdress, hiding your boobs with your arms. He furrows his eyebrows and starts looking around your body to see if you’re hurt, “Why baby? Is the couch uncomfortable?” he tries to pry your arms open, receiving strong resistance from you, “What’s wrong? Talk to me”.

“It’s just too light in here..” it comes out as a whisper, you’re fighting the urge to cry in front of him, but your lips give in first, quivering as the hot tears threaten to fall, “my body is not perfect like your ex-models', Harry. I don’t want to disappoint you.” You realize you can’t  hold your tears back anymore, your hands trying to cover your eyes as your arms try to hide your boobs, you feel so small that all you want in that moment is to disappear.

“Disappoint me? Baby, you could never disappoint me” his hands softly touching yours to remove them from your eyes “hey, look at me. Love, you’re gorgeous, your body is perfect the way it is, I love it,  I love you. I don’t want you to compare yourself to other people, please baby, it hurts me so much seeing you like this. You’re beautiful, fuck, you’re delicious, (Y/N). I love every little bit of you” he holds you, caressing your naked back.

You never thought you could genuinely love someone so much and be worthy of receiving that love back, but Harry never ceased to amaze you and make you feel special and very much loved. “Everything?” you asked chuckling, as he wiped your tears away.

“Everything” he smiles at you “you could have any men you want.”

“Even Harry Styles?”

“Yes, specially him” he chuckles “I’m so lucky to have you”.

“What about Brad Pitt?”

His face deadpans “Let’s see whose name you’ll be screaming when this is over” he quickly throws you on the couch getting on top of you.

“HARRY!” you shriek and laugh.

“That’s right, SAY MY NAME BABY”.

He goes back to kissing your neck and whispers on your ear “I want you to ride my face”. Your eyes going wide just thinking about it.

“H...” you trail off.

“Shhh, don’t worry. I know what I’m doing. Trust me on this, you’re not going to regret it.”

“Wow, you’re so full of yourself” you say making him chuckle as he lays back and pulls you with him, positioning your legs on each side of his face and locking eyes as he gives you a quick nod of reassurance and you slowly lower yourself on him. “Just tell me if I hurt you.” He yanks your hips down, his lips connecting to your clit instantly, making you moan loud.

His tongue starts working wonders, moving around in circular motions, his mustache tickling the area and making everything ten times better. His fingers digging on your thighs as you rock your hips back and forth feeling better than ever, you reach for his hand and move it towards your pussy and he gets what you want, slipping two of his fingers inside you and moving it around making you a moaning mess on top of him. His other hand gives your ass a little squeeze before smacking it again and making you jerk on his face, accidentally brushing his nose on your clit, “Oh, my God, Harry” you gasp. Your hand strongly gripping his hair and guiding him to where you wanted him the most. You felt your stomach tightening, a wave hitting over your body, “Harry, I’m gonna come” you moaned the words out, he encouraged you by not stopping his movements, his tongue licking and sucking your clit harder as you came undone on his tongue, moaning his name.

“So, I should keep the ‘stache?” he asked after you collapsed on top of him.

“Definitely”.

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Next Room Over

Summary: this is an anonymous request - “what about quarantine harry and y/n? they’re strangers and somehow end up quarantining together then having sex with each other.”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, strangers, unprotected sex

Master

QUARENTINE/MUSTACHE HARRY

“Hi, checking in?” The last behind the desk asks, I can’t really tell if she is smiling or not, these masks really block out everything.

I nod, “Yes for y/n y/l/n.”

“Okay. You do understand that we require a five day quarantine, correct?”

I shake my head, “Oh, really? I must have missed that when I booked. That’s fine.”

She nods, “Okay. Give me one moment.”

I look around, everyone has their masks on, following the correct protocol, six feet apart, tapping elbows instead of shaking hands.

Life right now is so weird.

“Okay. You’re all set. Room 342. Just head up there and also, we are going to put a sign on your door that says you are in quarantine, just to let housekeeping know.”

“Okay. Thank you.” I head up to my room and notice there is a a sign in the door next to mine and the initials, H.S. beside the word quarantine.”

“Hmm.” I shrug and open my door, walking in to set my stuff down. I shut and lock the door and look around at my home for the next five days.

As I’m unpacking and getting settled, I hear the strumming of a guitar and light humming. I walk around slowly, trying to figure out where it’s coming from.

I walk over to a door in the middle of the wall and press my ear against it. I smile slightly and listen to the gentle sound coming from the other side.

The humming turns into words, “Thought that we could hide away, in the corner of the heath..” he begins humming again and I step back.

I go over to grab my phone and turn on some quiet music, at least I thought it was quiet.

There’s a knock on the door and I turn slightly, “Which door did that come from?” I ask myself out loud.

“The one on the wall.”

I laugh slightly and grab my mask off the table, hooking it around my ears before I open the door, “Hello?”

A tall man in a black hoodie with a claw clip in his hair is standing there and I can tell he’s smiling, “Hi.”

I smile and nod, “I’m, um, y/n.” I go to hold my hand out but quickly drop it, “Ah, right.”

“I mean, I tested negative, so if it’s alright with you.” He holds his hand out. I smile, “Yeah, I tested negative too.” I grab his hand and wow, his hands are soft.

“So you play guitar?” I ask leaning around him to look into his room, “You have a beautiful voice by the way.”

He smiles and chuckles, “Yes, I do. Thank you. Im actually working on a whole new album.”

“Album?” I question, “Wow, what’s it called?”

He shrugs, “I haven’t really, okay. Im thinking of calling it something like Harry’s House, maybe? Im not sure,”

Harry. Harry. Harry.

“Is your last name Styles, by chance?”

He nods, “Yeeaahh.”

I nod, “Oh wow, I mean, don’t take this wrong but I did not recognize you at first.”

“That’s a compliment, honestly. I’m glad you didn’t. If you opened the door and went completely insane I would have went to a different hotel.”

“I work so much, so I don’t really have time to sit down and read all the gossip, not that you’re go-“

“No, I get it. I mean, you’re not wrong. I hate the media. It’s a bunch of click bait lies that people run with.” He rolls his eyes, “I actually knocked because I heard you were listening to The Chain and I just wanted to tell you that you have a great choice in music.”

I smile, “Thank you. I’ve listened to a few of your songs too, from your first album I think? I’m not sure. They’re pretty good.”

He smiles and tilts his head, “Thanks.” He looks down and chuckles, “So, would you like to come over, I mean, totally up to you, and the six feet regulation and all-“

“I would love to.” I smile and walk over, grabbing my phone, “Do you want me to-“

“Please. I’d like to see what else you have in there.”

I smile and walk past him into his room, not much different than mine.

“Your guitar is beautiful.” I look from the instrument to him and he nods, “Thank you.”

“Do you care if I-“ I point to my mask and he shakes his head, “No go ahead do you mind if I do the same?”

I take mine off and take a deep breathe, “Please do. I hate those things.” I lay it on the table and turn to look at him.

A smile plays with my lips when I see the rest of his face. He’s much more beautiful in person.

“You’re beautiful.” Harry smiles and looks down, “I-um. S-sorry.” He chuckles nervously and shakes his head.

“No, I was actually thinking the same thing.” I laugh slightly and cover my face, “Gosh, I’m so awkward, I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head, “No, no. You’re fine.”

He walks over to me and looks down at me, “I have to admit though, I have this strong urge to kiss you.”

His words make my stomach do a whole 360.

“I’m okay with that.” I nod and smile.

He smiles and his eyes move from my lips to my eyes, “Okay.” He whispers before leaning down, his lips gently press onto mine and I swear to god I heard fireworks.

He pulls back an inch and pauses for a split second before crashing his lips back onto mine, getting out lips to move in perfect sync. I lay my hands on his neck, moaning slightly into his mouth.

“Is this okay?” He asks slightly out of breathe.

“Yes.”

He nods once and brings his lips back to mine, walking me backwards so we can lay on the bed.

There isn’t much talking, just him asking if it’s okay if he does anything and me saying yes each time.

Our clothes quickly come off and he admires my body below his, “You are gorgeous.” I can feel my cheeks warm and I smile and shrug.

He smiles and leans down, kissing my neck. I tilt my head back and slide my hands across his back and down his arms, “Please.” I whisper lowly, “I want to feel you.”

A groan escapes his lips and he nods, “I don’t hav-“

“It’s okay.”

He nods and licks the tips of his fingers before pressing them to my already soaked center. I gasp and spread my legs wider, “Harry.”

He leans down and takes a nipple between his lips, flicking it with his tongue as he slowly pushes his fingers in and pulls them out of me, curling them each time.

I arch my back and my hands go to his head, tangling his hair around my fingers, “Fuck.”

He moves over to my other nipple and slides his fingers out and moves them to my clit. Let out a moan and tug his hair. He moans against me and gently bites down.

I moan louder and move my hips slightly, whining out his name.

“You need me?”

I nod, “So bad.”

He smirks and slides his hands up my body. He reaches down to stroke his cock a few times before rubbing it against my slit. I bite my lip and my eyes roll back as he pushes into me.

“Fuck that- was so hot.” Harry groans and leans down to kiss my neck, biting the skin below my ear. I wrap an arm around his neck and arch my back, my chest pressing against his as he starts to thrust.

It’s slow at first, but I need more, “Harder. Please.” I ask kind of shy. He smirks and nods, “Okay.”

He pushes my legs up out and back, placing them on his shoulders. His hands are on either side of my head and I grab the pillows with my hands, and let out a scream. Harry is pounding into me roughly and it feels so fucking good.

I open my eyes and look up at him, his hair is hanging down in front of his face and his bottom lip is sucked between his teeth.

His eyes flutter closed and a moan leaves his now parted lips, “Fuck, y/n.”

Him moaning my name sends waves of pleasure through me, “H-Harry.” I whisper out as I clench around him, “I-I.” I can’t even finish my statement before I throw my head back and cum around his cock.

He continues thrusting, fucking me through my high, “That’s it.” He moans, “That’s it.”

I moan loudly and dig my fingertips into his biceps. He watches me, watches my boobs bounce up with each time his his hips slam against me.

“Fuck you’re so hot, I-I-“ he groans and pulls out, his cum landing on my stomach.

He gently sets my legs down, “Hold tight. I’ll be right back.”

I nod and get my breathing under control as he walks into the bathroom. I stare up at the ceiling, smiling to myself.

“Here.”

I go to take the towel but Harry goes and wipes me off, “If you want to, you can shower and what not. Or you can-“

“Shower with me.”

He smiles and runs a hand through his hair, “Okay.”

Harry and I get in the shower, neither of us ready for round two, so we just kiss, laugh and sing together to the songs that my phone are still playing.

——

“Can I play you some stuff that I have written down?” Harry asks as he ties his robe shut.

I smile and nod, “Please.”

——

I know this ismy as detailed and not very long at all, but I wanted to get something out because I’ve been mia on the smut lately.

I will write a very detailed part 2 to this I promise!!

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Ma Petite Chérie: Babymoon (Harry Styles x fem!Reader)

Read more from this little universe, Ma Petite Chérie, in my masterlist!

Summary: Harry and Y/N go on their babymoon.

Warnings: pregnancy, smut, fluff

Word Count: 6.4k

Author’s Note: Hello! I wrote this in order to cross off a few requests. I promised Harry and Y/N would have a baby of their own, plus I get asks all of the time to write pregnancy sex - specifically awkward, giggly pregnancy sex. I also got one about Harry getting a love boner, so here is my attempt at shoving all of that down your throat at once. Try not to choke :-)  I also just reallllllly love Harry, Y/N, and Tallulah, so I wanted to give them some more love. Also made this one pornstache!Harry, so, there’s that. And one last thing...I know the verb tense is way off in this but I could not be arsed to edit it so plz don’t drag me. I hope everyone enjoys! Take care and TPWK.

“Oh my god,” Y/N huffed as she collapsed on the plush sofa in the living room of the cottage.

“It feels so fucking good out here by the water.”

“Breeze is nice, innit?” Harry replied as he rummaged through the kitchen cabinets to check out how well the place he’d rented for the week was stocked.

“Beats going t’ France at the end of June. Think I’m kinda gettin’ tired of Paris t’ be honest.”

“That is quite possibly the snobbiest thing I’ve ever heard you say, Mr. Styles,” she said with a laugh as she began to flip through the tourist brochures that were left on the coffee table.

Not that they’d be partaking in any of it, no. Their plan was to hole up in the quaint, Scottish cottage that sat right on the coast of the North Sea for the whole week, not even planning on changing out of their pajamas.

It was their babymoon after all - a time of peace and tranquility before the arrival of their first child together.

Harry hummed and he made his way from the kitchen to where Y/N was seated on the couch. He stood behind her, knees knocking against the back of the sofa as he crouched down and wrapped his arms around her very large, very swollen belly.

“If I recall correctly, Mrs. Styles, I sat my injured arse in a stiff train seat to Edinburgh for five hours because someone was too scared to fly even though they were cleared to do so by three separate doctors.”

“’M not Mrs. Styles for another year and a half,” Y/N muttered under her breath, albeit not trying to keep Harry from hearing it in the slightest.

Harry snickered into her neck, then playfully nipped her earlobe with his teeth as he whispered.

“Not my fault yeh got knocked up and we had t’ push the wedding.”

“It is very much your fault, Harry,” Y/N swatted at his face, fingers first brushing his jawline that was covered in a rough stubble and then just barely tracing the full-blown mustache that sat like a caterpillar above his bright pink top lip.

Harry smirked down at her, nostrils flaring wide and lips disappearing inside of his mouth.

“How’s your rib?” Y/N asked suddenly.

“Good. Why?” Harry’s brows quickly furrowed together in confusion as to why she was asking about his injury.

“Might have to ride that later if you’ve got the lungs for it,” she tapped her index and middle fingers along her philtrum, right where Harry’s mustache sat on his own face.

Her blunt lewdness had Harry’s cock immediately growing stiff in his pants. It had been a while. His injury coupled with her being in the last trimester of her pregnancy had left them both feeling unsatisfied for the past several weeks. Maybe this babymoon would prove to be relaxing not only because Harry and Y/N get to spend a week without a rambunctious almost six-year-old screaming at all hours of the day, but for other reasons too.

“Think I’d actually drop dead from happiness if yeh sat on m’ face right now, lovie. But, before yeh get too comfortable with that idea, we need t’ head into town. Kitchen’s only got the necessities, and I doubt yeh want t’ eat homemade bread for a week.”

“I’m sure you’d love to eat homemade bread for a week,” Y/N jested, poking fun at Harry’s latest obsession with the carb-filled food.

“Remind me again why I put up with you?” Harry toyed as he extended his arms out towards Y/N to use as leverage to help her hoist herself up from the couch.

When she regains her balance, she lifts herself up just slightly to press a quick kiss to Harry’s lips that he happily accepts. Y/N hums and jokingly checks the imaginary watch that sits on her wrist.

“How much time do you have? That list is pretty long.”

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The trip to one of the only supermarkets in the small part of Edinburgh that they were staying in had proved to be rather tiring, because Harry opted to use store-bought pasta instead of making his own - something he never does. Maybe it was his healing rib causing him to be short-winded, but he simply could not bring himself to hand-make the pasta they chose to have for dinner that night. He bitched about it all night, about how it wasn’t as chewy as it should be and how it would have tasted much better if he would have just made it himself, but it still didn’t deter him from helping himself to a second serving.

He claimed it was because while he did use pre-cooked pasta, he didn’t use sauce from a jar and made his own from fresh tomatoes and that was the appeal. Y/N just thinks Harry likes to complain and listen to himself talk.

After dinner, just as the sun was setting and Harry and Y/N were waiting for their pasta to digest before they dove into the box of fresh pastries from a bakery they found along the way, they decided to take a walk around the property. The renovated, stone cottage that was overgrown with vines and leaves sat along a short cliffside that overlooked the North Sea. It was a short walk down the cliff that brought them to the beach, where mist from the ocean whisped around their legs and ankles like a thin veil of smoke. While it was the middle of summer, Scotland’s persistent rain showers and their proximity to the water never made it too hot to bear.

“Lulah would love it out here. We’ll have to bring her when the baby’s older.”

“She realIy would,” Harry agreed as he wrapped his sweater further around his chest.

“Know yeh didn’t give birth t’ her, but I swear you two are just alike sometimes. Absolutely hates bein’ hot and gettin’ sweaty just like you.”

Y/N smiled softly and knowingly at Harry before reaching into the pocket of the patchwork sweater of Harry’s that she’d stolen for their stroll on the beach for her phone.

“I’m gonna call her.”

She picked up on the third ring, Y/N’s phone screen then illuminated with a live image of a gap-toothed Tallulah. Well, it’s Mitch’s phone, but she’d been waiting for this promised FaceTime call all day so of course she’s quick to answer.

“Mummy!”

Both Y/N’s and Harry’s heart swelled in their chest when they heard Tallulah speak. It had been several months since she’d decided to start referring to Y/N as her mother, but neither of them had grown used to it just yet. Y/N felt a sense of achievement in “earning” the title of being Tallulah’s mum after all of the years she’d spent with her, and Harry felt a sense of resolution. His family was a real family now, and not just a patchwork of awkward relationships and trust issues. Y/N was Tallulah’s mum and she was now seven months pregnant with their own child and they’d be married by the end of next year. He was actually there to see his child grow this time, they weren’t a secret kept from him out of spite. He’d be there for all of it, even the gross and bloody and goopy bits. And he’d never felt more complete.

“Hi, baby,” Y/N beamed from ear to ear.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re walking on the beach,” Y/N answered.

“Want to see it?”

The five-year-old (five and three-quarters if you asked Tallulah herself) nodded quickly, and Y/N then flipped the camera around to show her the view of the water. Y/N pointed out their cottage from where they stood in the sand, turning the camera to Harry briefly as he held up a peace sign so Tallulah could see that her dad was also on the beach with her. She told her all about the train ride there and how Harry almost slipped and broke his face when was carrying his and Y/N’s luggage into the cottage.

Harry listened to his two little loves talk back and forth with the biggest smile on his face as he absent-mindedly scoured the beach for rocks he could skip along the water. He noticed whenever Tallulah said something that Y/N thought was funny, she had to cup her bump with her hand and forearm to keep it from shaking her entire body. She told him she hated laughing now, because it made her look like Santa Claus, but Harry thought she couldn’t look more beautiful.

“That’s so pretty! Can we all go when the baby is here?” Tallulah asked, puckering into a pout as she begged.

“I think that’s a great idea, Lulah. We were just talking about that, weren’t we, Harry?”

Harry perked up from where he had been washing a sandy shell off in the ocean and suddenly appeared in view of the camera and took the phone from Y/N. 

“Hmm?” he asked as he studied Tallulah’s appearance.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Mitch to watch his baby girl while he went away for a week with his other baby girl, it was that him and Sarah voluntarily asked to babysit Tallulah and that’s what made him so apprehensive to accept their offer. There wasn’t anything out of the ordinary about a sleepover at Uncle Mitch and Aunt Sarah’s every now and then, but to want to watch his daughter for an entire week certainly was. Harry felt like Mitch was plotting against him and that he’d come back to Tallulah with bright blue hair and bangs or she’d be sporting the world’s worst potty mouth when she came home, but so far that didn’t seem to be the case. 

She was wearing Harry’s “Dream Boat” shirt that she’d claimed as her own a few years back when Y/N had taught her to wear her father’s clothes when she missed him because the smell would remind her of him (he had to steal it back and sleep in it a few times every now and then to keep his scent on it), and her long, brown hair was damp and neatly braided into two plaits and hanging off her shoulders. That had to have been Sarah’s doing, because Harry knew Mitch could barely put his own hair into a ponytail without creating several lumps and redoing it eighteen times before it looked presentable - meaning he certainly wouldn’t have been able to make a five-year-old sit still long enough to braid her hair perfectly. 

She looked fine, though. Happy, healthy, certainly didn’t have blue hair or bangs and hadn’t said a single naughty thing since she’d been on the phone with Y/N.

“Lulah wants us to come back here after the baby’s born and take her with us,” Y/N beamed.

“I think we can work that out. Sounds quite lovely, actually,” Harry concurred.

“Yeh bein’ good for Mitch and Sarah?”

“Mhmm,” Tallulah nodded.

“We had pizza for dinner.”

“That sounds yummy,” Harry enthused, trying to let his daughter know he had his full attention.

“It was bery good,” she sighed.

There was a long pause before Tallulah blurted out suddenly in the most serious tone, “When are you gonna shave the rest of your mustache? Mitchy was making fun of you today.”

Harry was caught between a gasp and a laugh, which resulted in him choking on his own spit. Y/N turned on her heels in the sand to look at him with wide eyes. 

“You okay?” Y/N mouthed quietly to Harry, completely oblivious to everything that had happened in the last thirty seconds.

Harry nodded, wiping the involuntary tears from his eyes as he coughed himself back to life and regained his composure.

“What exactly did Uncle Mitch say about my mustache?” he prodded.

Tallulah shrugged, subconsciously wiggling her loose bottom tooth with her tongue.

“Don’t ‘member. Just that you look weird with it.”

“Well that’s not a very nice thing t’ say, is it?”

“Mummy said you look weird, too,” Tallulah spouted without hesitation.

Her comment left Y/N’s mouth agape, covering her smile with her palm as Harry’s raised eyebrows feigned offense in her direction.

“She did?” Harry asked sarcastically, narrowing his eyes at her.

“Yeah,” Tallulah sighed as if it was exhausting having to tell your own father that his facial hair looks off-putting.

“I think you should shave it, too. It’s scratchy when you kiss me goodnight.”

All Harry could offer in return was stunned laughter while Y/N hid her face in Harry’s peck. Her bump pressed lightly into his and even though he was pretending to be mad at her, he wouldn’t dare think about pushing her off of him - not while she was this warm and cozy against his chest. 

“Well, if mummy really hates it I suppose I’ll get rid of it. But,” Harry pauses and pulls Y/N out from where she had burrowed her face into his sweater.

“I think I might know a trick that’ll convince her t’ let me keep i-”

“Enough!” Y/N exclaimed, clamping both of her hands around Harry’s mouth.

Harry chuckled against her palm and poked his tongue through his lips to lick her fingers, which sent her hands flying back down to her leggings so she could wipe them dry.

“I swear to god, Harry. You’re five years old,” she joked with a disgusted expression on her face, to which Tallulah had something to say to that. 

“No, I’m five years old!”

The two adults laughed in unison.

“Alright, Lulah. We’re gonna go inside now. ‘S gettin’ kinda cold out,” Harry said.

“We’ll call you tomorrow before bed. Alright, lovebug?” Y/N added.

“Okay,” Tallulah huffed.

“We love you, Lulah,” Harry spoke softly into the microphone.

“Love you, too...Daddy wait!”

“What is it?” he asked.

“Give the baby kisses for me. And no bikes!”

Harry wanted to laugh, but he also wanted to cry, so he settled on a closed-mouthed smile that was enough to convince Tallulah that he was unbothered by what she said.

“Kisses for the baby and no bikes. Got it,” he nodded.

“Okay, I’m gonna go eat some sweets with Sarah!” the child yelled, suddenly energetic like she had temporarily forgotten that her and Sarah had baked cookies twenty minutes before Y/N called.

“Alright, but it’s almost bed time so not too m-!” was all Harry could answer to before his daughter ended the call and presumably raced to where ever Sarah was in their house. 

“‘S like she doesn’t even miss us,” Harry mumbled as he placed Y/N’s phone in his back pocket and began walking back up to the cottage with his arm wrapped around Y/N’s shoulder. 

Y/N hummed, basking in the warmth that radiated from Harry’s chest as he held her.

“They’re just buttering her up. She’ll be crying to leave by the time we get back.”

“Just don’t really know why they were so keen on keepin’ her t’ be honest.”

Harry positioned himself one step behind her as they walked up the stone steps together, keeping one hand on the small of her back. Y/N peered over her shoulder at him, her tight lips curling up into a smirk as if to say she knew something he didn’t.

“What?” Harry asked.

Y/N shrugged, “Promised I wouldn’t tell.”

Harry clearly didn’t like that answer, because he moved his hand that was supporting her waist and quickly pinched her bum.

“Tell me,” he demanded, eyebrows scrunched together and lips pursed together in what could be considered a childish pout that mimicked Tallulah’s.

Y/N sucked her lips into her mouth, contemplating whether or not she should spill the beans on the news Sarah had shared with her a few weeks prior.

“They’re gonna start trying for a baby soon,” she whispered as if were a long-kept secret told in a room full of nosey people despite the two of them being alone on the otherwise desolate beach.

Harry’s ears perked up, a wide smile adorning his face from ear to ear.

“No fucking way,” he mumbled, and suddenly all of Mitch’s incessant hammering of baby questions he’d sent Harry’s way in the past few months suddenly making a lot of sense.

Harry thought he was trying to be a good friend and stay engaged in Y/N’s pregnancy, but now he understands the real reason behind his behavior.

Y/N nodded deviously as they make their way into the living room of the cottage.

“They’ve been asking everyone they know with kids to let them come over just to see if they can handle it. I mean, if you ask me, I think they’ll do great. Nothing wrong with trying it before buying it, I guess,” she said with a shrug.

“God, he’s gonna be such a good dad,” Harry was practically beaming for his closest friend.

“I know,” Y/N agreed, walking over to Harry to hold both sides of his head in her hands as if he was a disobedient puppy being disciplined.

Her bump prevented her from getting too close to Harry’s chest, the roundest part of her belly nudging Harry’s tummy.

“They’re both very excited. Which is why, when he finally decides to tell you, you have to act surprised. Act like he told you you just won the lottery or something. Alright?”

Harry sarcastically changed his facial expression to mock bewilderment. His eyebrows rose well off into his forehead and his jaw nearly dropped to the floor as he gasped.

“How’s that? Think he’ll buy it?”

Y/N jokingly jabbed him in the shoulder.

“Smartass. I’m going to take a shower. I’m sticky and I smell like the ocean.”

“Guess I gotta keep workin’ on it, then.”

When he’s done cleaning up what was left of their dinner, he heads to the master bedroom with the intention of washing up in the shower after Y/N. He’s messing around with the A/C unit on the window to make sure it’s not set to a temperature that will smother them in their sleep and unpacking their luggage into the wooden dresser, where an antique turntable rests.

Stacked long the side of the record player, there was a handful of old vinyl, most of which Harry either recognized or new very well. He was actually shocked to find a Shuggie Otis album in the collection, to which he quickly slipped the record out of the worn sleeve and set the needle to the edge and waited for the soft sound to fill the room while he worked. 

“That thing works?” Y/N’s voice broke up the old 70s tune as she exited the bathroom with her hair tied up with one of Harry’s scrunchies that she stole out of his toiletry bag, wrapped in only a towel that barely fit around her form.

“I know,” Harry agreed, “Needs a new needle but other than that ‘s in pretty good shape.”

“Leave it to you to find a rental with 70s records in the bedroom,” there was a lighthearted tone in her voice as Y/N poked fun at him.

She padded over to her luggage in the corner of the room for a change of clothes, only to realize Harry had unpacked it all for them. As she’s rummaging through the drawers trying to figure out where Harry had put what, she lets her towel drop to the floor freely.

Harry doesn’t know how must time has passed, but he knows he’s staring. He’s staring at the water droplets that drip from the stray hairs on the nape of her neck and run down her bare back. He’s staring at the swell of her stomach where their baby lies, at the faded, almost-shiny stretch marks on the sides and the newer, darker ones on the underside that had only recently broken through. He’s staring at the bracelet on her wrist, the one that’s braided pink and blue with three beads on it - one ‘H’, one ‘T’ and one heart. Tallulah made it for her at school one day and told her the heart was for the baby and also because she loved her. It was hanging on by its last few threads, threatening to snap as each day passed, but she refused to take it off.

All he does know is that he loves her so much that he thinks none of this is real and that he’ll wake up one day and be in his early twenties again with no direction in life and the insidious feeling that he’ll die alone without ever finding his “person.” It’s when Y/N called out to him and snapped him out of his thoughts that he’s realized his underwear are suddenly feeling incredibly tight.

“Har,” Y/N beckoned him away from whatever had been occupying his brain.

“Hmm?” 

He resituated himself on the bed and crossed his legs in an attempt to hide himself from her.

“I said the hot water in there’s kinda shit, so you’ll probably want to wait a little bit before you get in.”

“‘S alright,” Harry dismisses, “Come ‘ere.”

He draws her towards him with an outstretched hand, navigating her around the bedpost and over to the side where he had been sitting. With the gentlest of touches, he runs his fingers over her bare legs. The coolness of his rings don’t make well with her skin that was still extremely warm from her shower, causing hundreds of tiny goosebumps to erupt around her thighs. Harry raises her shirt, one of his that she stole when her own clothes became too uncomfortable, but even now she’s nearly stretching this one to its limit, and rests it on top of her bump.

She doesn’t question him, doesn’t chastise him. She lets him love on her, lets him press kisses to her skin just above her belly button (making sure to give an extra one from Tallulah per her request) and rest his cheek against her stomach while his other hand feels around on the other side in hopes to feel the baby move or kick or do something to let him know that they’re there. Lucky for Harry, baby knows when their dad is around and is quick to make themselves known, so he takes a second to savor these last few moment he’ll have with his newest bub before they’re earth-side in a little less than two months.

Y/N lets him be because she knows how important this is to Harry. She knows that he never got these moments with Tallulah and that it’s one of the things that plagued him during those nights where he feels lonely despite her being asleep right next to him. He never got to feel her kick in her mum’s tummy and he didn’t get to see her grow from the size of a pea to the size of a melon before she was welcomed by her parents and the rest of her family that had been waiting anxiously for her arrival. 

No, Tallulah was dropped on his doorstep like a wet kitten in the middle of the night. Shivering and crying and just needing someone to hold her and tell her that it was going to be alright because her mother had decided she’d be better off elsewhere. Of course, she was too small to remember, but Harry could never forget it.

So, it’s the least she can do. To let Harry love on her. Love on them.

Her eyes catch his once or twice and she can see the gears in his head turning. There’s something on his mind and he’s hesitant to tell her what it is. Y/N lifts his head by tilting his chin up, her index finger brushing over the healed scar on the underside of his jaw from a few months prior.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” she whispered.

Harry shakes his head, a grin on his lips.

“‘M just really, really happy right now. Happy tha’ I’m here w’ you.”

Y/N smiles back at him genuinely before pulling away from his grasp and gesturing to his lap.

“And I’m happy that I’m here with you. Seems like your little friend is really happy, too.”

A soft groan emits from Harry chest, having realized he’d uncrossed his legs at some point and his very prominent bulge had come into Y/N’s view.

“Sorry, lovie. Didn’t mean t’ make it like tha-”

“I’m just messing with you. You know,” she ponders, “I was half-way kidding when I asked about your lungs earlier. But... This will be the last time we’re kid-free for a while,” she taunted.

“Are yeh asking?” Harry jests and points his thumb towards the bathroom door, “‘Cos I was actually plannin’ on just having a wank in the shower.”

“Oh, okay,” Y/N shrugs and moves his hands off of her waist as she pretends to walk towards the living room.

Before she can take two steps, Harry’s standing up and pulling her back into him for a kiss. It’s full of heat and passion and almost knocks Y/N off of her feet. He cradles her head in his large hands and moves to whisper in her ear.

“Really gonna let me fuck yeh?”

A quiet chuckle escapes her lips, to which she replies, “What else did you think we were gonna do all week?”

He’s unable to bite back his own laugh, and it’s the sweetest sound to ever grace Y/N’s ears.

“Then get on the bed and take yeh clothes off.”

They work quickly, as they’ve conditioned themselves to do over the years of squeezing in any time they can together before they’re interrupted. Y/N lies back on her elbows as she waits for Harry to undo his pants and her breath catches in her throat when his boxers hit the floor. 

His cock is hard, not fully, but the sight of the first few beads of glistening precum causes a shiver to run down her spine. She’s blown him a handful of times since he’s been in recovery, but she’s been far too pregnant and he’s been far too injured lately to engage in any kind of actual fun. It’s safe to say that they’re both more than ready. 

Harry scratches at his scalp, unsure of how to word his questions as he looks her body up and down.

“How do you...erm...how do you wanna-?”

“My stomach, please,” Y/N says with a laugh.

She quickly reaches for one of the pillows behind her and gets on all fours, wedging the object underneath her bump to keep some of the weight off of her back. Slowly, she arches her spine down towards the mattress, and the glimpse Harry catches of her pussy through the light of the setting sun is enough to send another jolt straight to his cock.

Harry wastes no time joining her on the bed, caressing her hips and moving back to massage the plump skin of her ass. He leans down on top of her, flips her hair over to one side, and begins sucking on the sensitive skin between her neck and jaw.

“Gonna let me taste yeh first, right?” he mumbles into her skin.

Y/N hums in response, attempting to rock backwards in order to feel Harry’s cock rub against her backside. She hears Harry laugh, presumably because he’s caught on to her neediness, so it only pushes him further to be the tease he’s notorious for being.

He sponges wet kisses down her back, getting a rise out of every audible breath that leaves Y/N’s throat.

“Relax, baby,” Harry says when he feels her growing tenser as his kisses travel closer to where she needs him the most.

“Gonna get yeh there. Just gotta be patient.”

Harry presses one last kiss on the final notch of her spine before using one of his hands to spread her legs open just a little bit further. When he parts the globes of her ass, his mouth waters. Her pussy is shimmering with her arousal, perfect and on display just for him. 

He tests the waters by running the tip of his tongue from her clit up to her center and he hears a sigh of relief leave Y/N’s lungs at the contact. Next, he’s massaging her folds, exploring her and refamiliarizing himself with the way she tasted. Harry feels her relax into the mattress with each lap of his tongue against her, silently begging him for more. His tentativeness allows him to read her body language and he draws back momentarily to spread her lips apart with his middle and index finger.

The cool air against her core stuns Y/N, but is quickly drowned out with a moan when she feels Harry’s warm saliva drip from her ass down to her clit. His mouth is back on her before she can recover from the sensation, lapping her up and flicking at her clit with his tongue and driving her mad. He’s got his nose buried inside of her as he devours her in the way that he’s really been yearning to for months (he doesn’t count the late night or early morning quickies because he claims he never gets to spend as much time taking care of her as he really wants to). The scruff from his mustache is staunch against her soft folds, but Harry’s tongue is quick to soothe the burn and she loves it.

He smirks against her as she lets out a particularly loud moan when his facial hair brushes against her clit. What was that about shaving my mustache? he thinks to himself but does not dare say aloud.

When he senses that she needs even more, his fingers move from spreading her apart to pressing against her opening. Gathering her wetness on his digits, he slowly pumps them in and out of her. Y/N’s mewls and whimpers are like music to his ears and only spurs him on further. He ruts his hips against the comforter, anything to relieve the throbbing between his legs that is a result of how pliable she’s become for him. She’s soaking the rings on his fingers in the most picture-perfect way and Harry truly genuinely can’t get enough of it; and neither can she. Which is why he’s confused when one of her hands swings around her backside to stop Harry from working her open.

“Har-” she pants.

He withdrawals all contact immediately and peaks his head around to look at her face.

“Yeh good?” he asks as she’s stands up on her knees and turns around to face him.

“‘M great. Wanna be on top now,” she says, her lips plump and swollen from biting down on them so harshly that she nearly drew blood.

“You sure? Yeh don’t want me t’ finish yeh first?”

His eyes dart from her lust-blown eyes to her round belly.

“Mhm. Now lay your pretty ass down before I change my mind.”

She doesn’t have to tell him twice and he’s rolling over on his back, working his way to prop himself up against the headboard. His cock is red and leaking against his stomach, excruciatingly waiting to be buried inside of his girl. He wonders why she’s staring at him with an annoyed expression on her face, but then she speaks up.

“Do you see how pregnant I am? Gonna have to lay all the way down, shit head.”

He does as he’s told and he’s honestly scared that he’ll cum in five seconds if she doesn’t get on with it. 

“I swear to god, if you laugh at me,” she grunts as she straddles his waist, “I’ll cut it off.”

“‘M not gonna lau-”

It’s his turn to moan aloud when she grips onto his cock, running it across her folds to collect as much wetness as she can before she allows him to stretch her out. He’s focusing so much on not losing it right then and there that he doesn’t realize she’s stopped and is waiting for the go-ahead. Through his dark, thick lashes, he nods; as if she would have to ask.

Harry reaches for her hands as she lowers herself onto him, the two of them squeezing a bit too harshly when she reaches the last few inches. The burn consumes Y/N from the inside and out, but it’s never felt so right to either of them. 

She’s not moving just yet, but her cunt is pulsing around him and it feels almost as good as the real thing. They’re staring at each other, both with looks that relay more than words.

“Love you,” Harry’s face softens as he looks up at her.

“Love you, too,” Y/N smiles as she leans down as far as she can in search of a kiss.

He meets her in the middle and their lips find one another and mash together in harmony. The rocking of their hips reminds both of them what they’re actually doing, and causes both of them to gasp at the way Y/N pumped Harry half-way in and out of her. 

When she’s settled back down on the base of his cock, she begins slowly rutting herself back and forth. It takes her just a little bit longer than usual to work up a steady rhythm, but when she’s got it, boy does she got it and it feels so fucking good. The tip of Harry’s cock is pressing against the deepest parts of her and before she knows it, there’s a warm coil winding up in her tummy that bounds itself tighter and tighter inside of her.

She needs to go faster and she needs to go faster now, so she braces her hands on Harry’s chest as she continues to fuck herself on Harry’s cock. Harry lets out a sound that she can’t tell apart between a groan of pleasure and one of pain. His hands dart quickly from where they’d been gripping at her thighs to grip at her wrists.

“Can’t do tha’, lovie. Not the ribs.”

“Shit,” she laughs, subconsciously clenching down on his shaft in the process.

“Sorry.”

“‘S okay,” Harry reassures her as he repositions her hands on his shoulders so she can still have something to grab on to.

“Keep going.” 

Her bump is now cradled against Harry’s stomach and it allows her to find relief in the way that her clit is brushing against the trimmed nest of hair that lies around the base of his thick, throbbing cock. He’s twitching inside of her so much that she can feel it alongside her thrusts as they continue. They both won’t last much longer and they know it. 

“‘M getting close.”

“I know,” Harry pants beneath her.

She switches positions, now with her fingers digging so hard into the meat of Harry’s thighs that her knuckles are changing color. She’s able to lift her hips up and down a bit more from this angle, and it allows Harry’s cock to nudge against her sweet spot.

“Feels so good, H,” she whimpers so quietly that almost Harry couldn’t even hear it.

“‘S that it? Right there?” he mocks as he works at meeting her thrusts with his own.

The best he gets from Y/N is a nod as she focuses the best she can on getting herself there. She’s coating him with her juices with each pump and with one glance down at where they’re joined together nearly shoots Harry over the edge.

“Yeh gonna cum f’ me?” Harry asks as his thumb reaches under her to begin rubbing circles on her clit.

“Gonna give me a good one?”

His movements coupled with his words catalyze the tightness within her, threatening to snap at any moment. She’s definitely sweaty and tired of being on top, but she’s so close now that she wills away the pain in her lower back and thighs.

“Come on, bunny. Give it to me.”

He works with that he can and makes sure he’s slamming into her as deep as he can, speeding up the pace he’s making with her clit in the process. 

She cums with a strangled, “Fuck,” and a shrill cry of his name, and that’s all he needs to meet his end as well. The world is black and quiet for the two of them for just a brief moment, and then they’re both seeing all of the stars in the galaxy.

Her walls are coated with the warm ropes of his seed and spills out of her as she milks him, coaxing all she can out of both hers and Harry’s orgasms. Y/N can feel the last few twitches of Harry’s cock inside of her and her movements slow to a stop. 

His cum is splashed along her inner thighs and around Harry’s shaft, and they’re both struggling to catch their breath. Y/N feels sorry for him for a brief second when she sees him clutching onto the left side of his ribs, but then she remembers the situation that put him there in the first place and great incredible fuck she just gave him and so she decides not to dwell on it too much. 

Serves him right.

She collapses on the bed beside him, the two of them staring idly at the ceiling. It’s nearly dark now, the sun having set long ago and only their silhouettes are visible in the moonlight. Harry reaches over to pet her cheek and press a kiss into her hair as their breathing slowly but surely evens out and they come to.

They’re both too tired and fucked out to have a lucid conversation, so they’ll save that for tomorrow. No. Right now was for cuddles and falling asleep to the sounds of each other’s soft breaths and the peace of mind knowing that they can do this every single night for the rest of their lives if they wanted to because they’re getting married and they have a family together and they’re so in love with each other that nothing else matters.

When Y/N finally manages to muster up the energy to lift herself from the mattress and waddle to the bathroom, Harry breaks the silence.

“Hey,” his voice is calm and collected and there’s a smirk on his face.

“Hmm?” she answers as she cranes her neck and braces herself on the door frame of the master bathroom.

Her other hand is caressing her bump, a tick that she’d picked up over the months whenever she wasn’t doing anything important.

“Sit on m’ face in the morning?”

There’s that laugh again. The one that Harry loves and swears came straight from the angels above.

“With pleasure,” she winks as the door closes behind her.

[suchalonelysunflower]

Hold you to it (h.s)

Pairing: Harry Styles X Fem!Reader

Requested: Yes!

Summary: Harry’s home for a mini break and you plan to take advantage of his time.

Warnings: SMUT. Oral (female reciving) Face sitting. Mentions of masturbation. Language. Some grammar mistakes (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word count: 2.2 k

Author’s Note: Hey! I’m back with another Harry piece! I’m still new to writing smut and I really hope you like it. Reblogs, feedback, comments and likes are more than welcome and encouraged ❤️ hope you like it and Happy Reading ✨🦋🌻

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Anon: can you do a fic like perks(calum hood), but instead its with Harry and its his facial hair instead of thighs?

You were so thankful for Olivia Wilde.

That was the only thought running through your head as you rested your back against the kitchen counter, sipping on your coffee as you watched your boyfriend play with different strumming patterns on his guitar in the living room.

Harry has always been a morning person, you knew you’d die before you see the day where he slept in more than you on a weekend. His bright smile always lit up the room, just like the sun itself when it sets through the window curtains of your shared bedroom. And today was no different.

After weeks of filming away from home, Olivia sent everyone home for a mini holiday before resuming filming the last shots of Don’t Worry Darling. And you couldn't be more grateful for that.

Harry took that opportunity to the max, planning to stay home for as long as it was physically possible. He felt incredibly guilty for leaving you alone all of these past months, even if you reassured him that you understood why he had to do it and that he had your complete support. But he was dead set on making it up to you, and so he did.

The first day came and went as you spent it tangled in the sheets, only getting out of bed when you really needed to, but never going too far to miss each other's warmth, catching up to all the things you missed, all the kisses you couldn't give and all the moments just being by his side.

The second day was not much different and neither was the third or fourth. All of your moments were spent together and you wouldn't have it any other way. You would never admit it to yourself, but you were secretly glad that Harry was as clingy as you.

It was almost like a drug, the love you had for each other. It was too much but at the same time it never seemed like enough. You would give the world to each other if it were possible, but you knew that your world was made as long as you were together.

You were addicted to him in every possible way. You knew his secrets and he knew yours. He knew just where to touch you, to kiss you, to love you, and you knew just how to make him feel like the king of the world as long as you were his queen. He showered you in delicate details that knew would make you happy, going from something simple as to make you coffee in the morning, to giving you the most expensive lingerie for you to show it off only to him. For him, you were his rock, his anchor to earth when the world became too much, sometimes even feeling like you were the only real thing he had and he would be an idiot not to appreciate you, to love you like you deserve.

Yet, sometimes you wonder if you could love him better, if you could ever be enough to deserve his kind of love. You knew if he could hear your thoughts right now, he would make all of those insecure thoughts go away with just a simple kiss. It was so easy to love him, so much so that you believe you’d never really love till him.

And, as you watch his fingers move against the strings, you know you will never love someone as much as him.

You held your mug closer to your chest, smiling as you recognized the melody he was playing. He knew your favorite songs by heart and he proudly sang them to you whenever you were around. This simple detail let you know that he was aware of your presence, even when his back was facing you. So you didn’t waste anymore time as you went up to him and sat beside him on the sofa.

“How’d you know that I was awake?” You asked, resting your head in the palm of your hand as you laid your elbow on the couch.

Harry just smiled without looking at you and without stopping his strumming “I always know it’s you” He said, his voice husky as it was still early “Hard to ignore your stare, my love”

You took another sip of your coffee, trying to hide the red that stained your cheeks at the sound of the pet name. Even after all this time you still get butterflies when he called you sweet names.

You concentrated all your attention on watching him as he played his guitar with such skill. You smiled as you watched how his curls started growing again, he had to cut his hair on a retro style for the movie and he always had to keep it neat and proper, but today it was just flying around everywhere with no direction, some of them even falling on his forehead on a perfect little curl that just made him seem angelical. You watched as his hands moved along the strings, his long fingers pressing the right chords as his strumming never stopped. You always loved his hands, his delicate touch igniting fires in you everytime he wandered your body like it was a finest piece of art and he was the sculptor.

Soon, your thoughts went deeper as you remembered the way those same fingers left their mark at the sides of your body, holding you tighter and closer to him as he fucked you roughly through the night. Touching every part of you that needed to be touched as he made you reach your climax over and over again.

You were so deep into your own mind as memories of the night before came flooding in, making you close your legs a little harder in order to feel some kind of friction that could ease your ache, that you didn’t notice that the song had stopped and that those beautiful green eyes you love so much were staring at you now.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked with a smirk, almost like he could read your dirty thoughts with just a look into your eyes.

You placed your mug on the coffee table, scooting closer to him at the same time he put his guitar to the side and rested his arm over your shoulders. You laid your head into his shoulders, lifting your gaze to meet his “Kiss me”

Harry needn’t to be told twice cause in the second you finished your sentence his hand was already flying to your cheek to pull you closer to him and capturing his lips with yours.

You were completely intoxicated on his lips, on the way they moved in sync with yours and the way that his tongue took control almost immediately, allowing him to deepen the kiss till you saw nothing but stars behind your eyes. Soon, his other hand moved to your back, pulling you on top of him so you were straddling his hardening cock.

“Feel what you’re doing to me, baby” He said with a groan after you started grinding his growing over his sweatpants.

“Harry..” You moaned as his lips moved from your mouth, to your jaw and to your neck, tracing the marks he already left and leaving new ones for you to see later. You loved the way he claimed you with every kiss, every bite. But you especially loved the way his scruffy beard was burning your skin with every move he made, making you crave that sensation over your whole body and more “I missed this”

Harry chuckled lightly, his hands going from your ass cheeks to under his shirt that you were wearing, grabbing your sides and making you grind ever harder against him, spreading your arousal all over him “If I remember correctly, we were in the same position a few hours ago, love”

“No,” You whined “I missed this” You grabbed his face softly, your fingers running over his cheeks and his scruffy beard and mustache “I’m so glad you are not filming anymore”

Whenever he had to be on set, Harry had to maintain his face clean as a baby in order to stay in character. You had complained a lot about it since you always love his facial hair, that month where he left his moustache growing was still one of your highlights of the year. And Harry was well aware of how much you like it, so for this break he let it grow all over again, knowing how much fun you’ll have with it.

He smirked like the devil before pressing his lips to your ear and whispering “If you missed it so much then why don’t you ride it?”

A cold shiver ran down your spine as he said those words, feeling your arousal grow with every moment passed “Harry..”

“Be a good girl for me, Y/N” He said, lifting your shirt and throwing it somewhere around the room. His hands immediately flew to your chest, massaging your nipples “You want to be a good girl for me, don’t ya darling?”

“Y-yes!” Was all you managed to say before Harry laid on the couch and pulled you on top of him. He waited for you to take off your drenched panties as he positioned himself on his back.

You put your hands at the sides of his face, lowering your head for one last kiss as Harry’s hand slapped your ass in order to get you to stop.

“I need to taste that little pretty pussy of yours” He said before pecking a kiss to your lips and giving you another slap on your ass.

Your legs were shaking with anticipation as you placed your center over Harry’s mouth, almost cumming right there and there when you heard him moan at the sight of your naked pussy.

“You are soaked, my love” He said, kissing the inside of your thighs “All of this for me?”

You could practically hear the smirk in his voice, but right now you didn’t give a damn “For you, Harry” You moaned, feeling his breath over your center “All for you, always”

“Hmm, good” Harry said before grabbing you by the sides of your hip and pulling you into him by surprise.

You let out a loud moan when his tongue lapped at your entrance, licking every single spot before moving to your aching clit. He started kissing your bundle of nerves, biting it lightly before he started sucking you clean.

“Oh my god” You said, hand flying to Harry’s head and tugging hard on his curls as he moved his face between your thighs, creating that burning sensation with his beard that you know you’d feel for days to come.

Harry started licking you up and down, holding on to your hips and moving them as he deemed fit, stopping at your clit every few movements to tease you as much as he could. He could die happy between your legs, savoring every part of you like you were his last meal on death row. He absolutely adored the way you tugged on his hair, making him moan as he felt you shiver above him with all your little dirty sounds going straight to his hard cock. It might be the little narcissist in him, but he relished in the fact that he was the only one who could make you come undone using only his mouth.

He knew you were close without even having to look at you. Your moans became louder and louder and your tug on his hair was almost painful. He loved that.

“You’re close, baby?” He asked in between your legs.

“S-so close, Harry. Baby. So close” You whimpered.

Suddenly, Harry’s movements stopped as his hands let go of your hips. Making you let out a desperate cry.

“Earn it”

That was all he had to say before you started grinding yourself onto his mouth. Your hips moved at a fast pace as you were selfishly chasing your orgasm.

Harry felt like he was in heaven as he felt you fuck yourself with his mouth, letting him taste every part of you as he gladly ate you out. Moaning inside of you with every hard tug you have to his hair.

You were drunk on him, completely intoxicated as you moved yourself against his mouth, not caring about the sounds that were coming out of your mouth or the way that you could hear how Harry was touching himself as he pleasured you. All of that only adding to your imminent orgasm.

“Harry- B-baby I’m cumming” You pant, moving faster and faster as you could feel the burn inside your thighs “Oh-I’m cumming!” You practically screamed as you felt yourself let go on top of him.

You felt Harry’s hand come and hold you in place by your sides, his tongue fucking you through your climax and licking every single drop of cum you had to offer.

A few moments later, you found yourself on top of Harry, tasting yourself in his tongue as he kissed you deeply “You okay?” He asked once he pulled away and saw your pleasure filled eyes.

“You love me too much” You said, smiling as he turned you over so he could be on top.

Harry chuckled as he lowered his head to kiss you again, this time a little rougher than before “I promise I can show you just how much more I can love you”

You moaned as you felt him grind his cock over your sensitive pussy, coating it with your juices as he was almost ready to push it inside of you.

“I’ll hold you to it”

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Prince Charming - H.S

A/N: So I apparently posted this as private, but I have fixed that! This is my entry for @hunflowers​ Halloween Fic Challenge! Gianna, I hope that you had the most amazing birth month and the best Halloween. I wrote this little bit about spooky baking with H and a big surprise. I hope that everyone had a great halloween and I hope that you enjoy this fic! 

Word Count: 6k+

Warnings: A shitty ex, smut, so much fluff “Harry, darling, please put that down.” I reached out, grabbing the ice cream scoop from his hand with a breathless chuckle. His eyes grew wide and he handed it over, crossing his arms behind his back with a cheeky grin as I turned towards the camera. “As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, today Harry and I are going to bake some Halloween treats for you all.”

“Before we start,” Harry glanced over at me. “Can I show you a trick?” 

“It depends.” I said slowly. “What is it?” 

“Have a little faith, sweets.” He smirked, reaching for three of the golden brown eggs that were sat on the countertop. “I’ve never done this in front of you before.”

“Don’t you dare.” I gasped out as he started to toss the eggs in the air. I lifted my hands to my mouth, my eyes growing wide. “Harry! We don’t have any other eggs. If you break those-”

“Calm down.” He settled them back into his palm after a few tosses into the air, each egg landing gently beside the next. “I’m a pro juggler, aren’t I?”

“You like to stress me out sometimes, I swear it.” I let out the breath that I had been holding, shaking my head out as he let out a loud chuckle. “Grimmy, I apologize in advance to you and your editing team for what you’re going to have to cut out in this video.”

Harry rolled his eyes, setting the eggs down on the counter. 

“So, essentially,” I glanced over the ingredients on the counter as Harry placed his hand gently on my hip. “We’ve got some serious baking to do and then some fun baking. Anne, Harry’s beautiful Mother, is hosting a Halloween party with a bake-off for everyone that lives round the village. Harry and I both decided that we don't want to bring shame to the Styles’ family name with crappy baking, so we’re doing something a little unorthodox.”

“The what?” Harry squeezed my hip with a smirk, holding back a laugh as he looked over my confused expression. “What family?”

“Don’t be cheeky, I said what I said.” I mumbled, my cheeks growing warm. “Going to the annual Holmes Chapel bakeoff with a Styles, aren’t I?”

“S’alright, you’ll be a Styles soon enough.” He pressed a teasing kiss to my temple and I rolled my eyes, exasperated and exhausted by his neverending proposal joke.

I hadn’t told him yet, but there was a certain Styles that was really pushing for a proposal. 

I rolled my lips in, doing my best to hold in the secret that was bubbling up in my chest. 

I looked at Harry as he pushed a few ingredients around absentmindedly, holding back the words that were practically clawing at my throat. 

“Well you better hurry up then,” I cleared my throat. “Got boys lining up around the block. Rather have my chance with one of them if you’re not gonna give me my ring soon.”

“Oi!” He glanced at the camera and then back at me. “There better no’ be any boys linin’ up ‘round this block.” 

He reached over for the toy sword that he’d insisted on buying at Homegoods during our Halloween shopping excursion. 

“You’re going to fight them off with that?” I giggled when he waved it in the air. “With poor posture and a terrible swing?”

“You’re just asking for it today, aren’t you?” He dropped the sword, narrowing his eyes. “I see how it is, then. Get back to your baking spiel, I’ll handle you later.”

“Kinky.” I turned towards the camera with my lips pressed together before I let out a loud laugh, Harry joining in right after. “I can’t do this with you, we’ll never get anything done.”

“Yes we will.” He reassured me. “Let’s crack on with it then.”

He reached for an egg and my eyes went wide as he prematurely cracked it, spilling the contents into the bowl carelessly. 

“Harry!”

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“My favorite thing about baking is eating what you’ve done after.” Harry confessed with a tiny hum, his hand dipping the measuring cup into the flour bag. “Always liked to take a cheeky bite out of whatever Mary was working on at the bakery.”

“You still do that.” I teased, bumping my hip into his. “I caught you sneaking some chocolate chips earlier. Don’t you think for a second that I won’t call your Mum in here.”

Harry snorted out a laugh and I glanced up at him, raising my brows. 

“You wouldn’t dare, you little tattle tale.” He mumbled, narrowing his eyes back at me. 

I opened my mouth, but he was quick to press his lips to mine so that I wouldn’t speak. 

I laughed into the kiss, pulling back when he reached up with a floured hand to cup my cheek purely out of habit. 

“None of that.” I pushed his wrist away. “This is serious business we’re tending to and I won’t be the one to disappoint Anne at the neighborhood bakeoff because you can’t keep your hands to yourself.” 

Harry let out a soft huff, turning back to his flour with a pout on his lips. 

“And now he’s pouting.” I turned towards the camera with a fond smile on my lips. “He’s cute when he’s grumpy.”

“Don’t make me rethink this.” He grumbled. “Might have to dump the whole bag of flour on your head if you keep teasing me.”

“You wouldn’t do that to me.” I cooed, sliding my arms around his waist, nudging his arm out of the way until I was settled against his side. “You know why?” 

“Not a clue.” He hummed out, glancing down at me. I could see the smirk teasing the corners of his mouth and it only made me smile wider. “Why?” 

“Because you love me.” I said softly, hoping that the camera didn’t pick it up. “And I love you.”

“S’true.” He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “Love you loads.”

“Love you loads.” I repeated back, closing my eyes as he wrapped one of his arms around me tightly. 

“What happened to serious business?” He asked, resting his cheek on the top of my head. 

“Few more minutes of this, then we can get back to it.”

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“Come here,” I held my hand out, grabbing his chin gently. “Think you could use a bit more around your top lip.” 

“What do you mean?” He asked, his brows furrowing. “My mustache is starting to grow.”

“S’not a mustache it’s a shadow.” I secretly dipped my free hand into the chocolate icing behind Harry’s arm. “But I can fix that.”

I reached up, swiping my finger across his top lip generously before I darted away from him. 

Harry was quick to catch me, both arms looping around my waist until my back collided with his front. Before I knew what was happening, I felt cold goop dripping over my forehead and down my neck. I gasped, shrieking ever so slightly as he lifted me off my feet. I reached out for his arms as a puff of white powder washed over me, Harry’s hand patting the top of my head. 

“S’that what you wanted then?” He playfully growled in my ear. “You should know better than to tease your elders, sweet pea.”

“Harry!” I whined when he spun me around, my hands swatting his arms. I was a little fearful that him holding me like this wasn’t the best idea for the churning in the pit of my stomach that was set off so easily these days. “Put me down you oaf.”

“Promise to be nice to me?” He asked. 

“Harry, you did way more to me than I did to you.” I turned my head towards his pouting. “It’s not fair.”

“Alright, if I put you down, you get one more shot at it.” He said. “Only one more though, and you can’t crack an egg on my head.”

“Deal.” I said. 

“No. egg.” He repeated and I chuckled, nodding my head. “Alright, go for it.”

He sat my feet on the ground and naturally, I reached for an egg. 

I pressed it against his shirt, squishing it the best that I could as he gasped out. 

He looked down at his shirt and then to me. 

“You said not on your head.” I clarified, dropping the shells to the counter. “You didn’t say anything about anywhere else.” 

“You little shit.” he scoffed playfully. “It’s on.”

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Three hours later, we were still caked in our baking goods. 

Harry and I had fallen into a comfortable silence, working around each other to prep the ingredients for our cake that would be entered into the bake-off. We weren’t master bakers by any means, but we were doing pretty damn well. The top tier was a black cauldron with little eyeballs sitting on top. When people cut into the cake, the eyeballs would ooze out a slime green, mint flavored icing that would compliment the dark chocolate flavor of the cake. The second layer was a pumpkin cake with flesh colored icing that tasted of cream cheese and housed a few fake stitches held together with staples. Harry had taken great care to create a few ladyfingers to stick on top of the second layer, curved towards the cauldron as if Frankenstein himself were holding it up. The bottom layer was a simple apple spice cake with black icing and easy piped spider webs. All together, it was a pretty solid cake. 

“We’re so fucking talented.” Harry stood back, looking over every last detail of the cake. “I’m actually really proud of us for doing this. It looks so good, sweets, and I just...we did that.”

“I know.” I stood next to him, snaking my arms around his middle as I stared at our masterpiece with a fond smile. 

I bit the inside of my cheek as he brushed his fingers over my shoulder in a soothing motion, my eyes welling up at the proud tone his voice emitted.

“I think we should join bakeoff next year.” I said quickly, hoping to distract myself. 

“Yeah, let’s see if Jeffrey approves of that.” Harry snorted, wrapping his arm around my shoulder as he glanced down at me. “Let’s go have a nice shower before the party. We can do our fun baking together at home.”

“I love you.” I said softly. “That’s a great plan, Styles. Let’s go get this gunk off of us and get ready for the night.”

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Harry and I floated around each other in the bathroom that he shared with Gemma at Anne’s house. I stood side by side with Gemma, working on my eyeshadow while she messed about with her hair. It was decided around April that we would all dress up as Disney characters to keep with a theme during the bakeoff. There was a lot of arguing between the Styles children until a decision by Anne, Michael, and myself was made in regards to the costumes. 

Anne would be dressed as Mary Poppins, but modern. I had helped her pick out the perfect outfit with a magic bag and cane just a few months prior and I was more than excited to see her all dressed up. Gemma and Michael were going to be Belle and Prince Adam post beast phase. Gemma was already dressed up, her hair in perfect curls and resting on her shoulders. 

It took me a lot of convincing to do on my part - which consisted of begging and a stellar blowjob- to get Harry to agree to my idea. My favorite princess growing up had always been Ariel. There was something about her rebellious streak that always appealed to me. I told Harry that I wouldn’t be dressing up as mermaid Ariel, but land Ariel instead. It felt a little more practical and wearable for me to wear a dress instead of a tail. 

“Sweetheart,” Harry popped his head into the bathroom, his fingers pressed against the doorway as I adjusted my bow. “Are you ready?” 

“Just about.” I nodded. “Can you tell me if my hair is okay?” 

He moved into the bathroom, brushing his fingers under the dyed red locks that I had insisted on getting a week or two before Halloween. It was a temporary dye that would come out in a few washes, but the color was starting to grow on me. 

“It looks perfect.” He said softly, reaching up to tweak my bow. “This red is starting to grow on me.”

“Me too.” I glanced up at him through the mirror with a small smile. “Well, let me see your costume then.” 

I turned around, pressing my hands into the small sink behind me as I looked over Harry’s body. I had seen him in a white, flowing shirt like this plenty of times before, but I had never seen wearing the exact outfit that Eric wore in the cartoon. I tried to keep my red lipped smile at bay, but it was damn near impossible to do when he looked so perfect. 

“I love it so much.” I said softly. “You look handsome, darling.”

“Thank you.” He mumbled softly, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck as blush tinted his cheeks. “But I pale in comparison to you, sweetheart. You look adorable.”

“Really?” I glanced down at my dress before looking back to Harry. “Do you think so?” 

“Better than the fucking cartoon.” He chuckled, reaching up to brush his finger over my cheek as he cupped my cheek. “I never wanted to fuck Ariel.”

“Harry!” I groaned, pushing his arm away as he giggled. “You ruined it.”

“I’ve done no such thing.” He teased, pulling me in by my hips. “I honestly think you look beautiful, my love. I don’t know anyone else that could pull this off better than you.”

“I think you can pull it off me later and then we can decide who does it better? I teased, lifting up on my toes to kiss his lips. “Let’s go, I can’t wait to win that contest.”

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“I knew all of those years working at the shop weren’t for nothing.” Mary clapped her hands together, her eyes scanning the cake. “This is a work of art, love!”

“I can’t take all of the credit.” Harry wrapped his arm around me. “Had my princess to thank for most of it. She’s a wizard in the kitchen.”

“The two of you are quite the handsome pair.” Mary reached up to pinch Harry’s cheek and I laughed under my breath. “I’m glad you’ve found someone to deal with your terrible habits. Did he take a few bites out of your masterpiece while you were baking?” 

“He always does.” I chuckled, patting his tummy. “I always leave him bits behind so he can snack.”

“She treats me well.” Harry sighed playfully. “I wish you luck on the bake off, Mary.”

“You as well, darling.” 

As Mary walked away, someone filled her spot. 

“Harry!” Madeline smiled brightly, her eyes twinkling. “It’s so nice to have you back, babe.”

“Hello.” Harry gave her a tight smile, his arm pulling me closer to his side. “S’nice to see you again.”

“Is this your cake?” She looked down at our masterpiece and I tried to fight off my smile as Harry dug his fingers into my side instinctively. “It’s magnificent, babe!”

“It’s our cake, yes.” I cleared my throat as Madeline glared at me, a look of disgust washing over her face. “Nice to meet you, I’m Harry’s-”

“So, H,” She cut me off, looking back at my boyfriend. “Everyone is going for drinks in the pub after. I would love it if you could stop by.”

“Sorry, but I have plans.” Harry said. “My girl and I are going back to our home in London for a party with our friends.”

“Oh.” Madeline’s face fell. “You’re not staying in Holmes for a few more weeks?” 

“No.” He said. “We’ll be back at the end of November.”

“Interesting.” Madeline said. “Well, we’ll just have to catch up then.”

“We’ll see.” I said. “We’re quite busy.”

Madeline walked away, her jet black hair flipping over her shoulder. 

I looked up at Harry with a sympathetic smile. 

“You okay?” I asked, pressing my hand to his tummy. 

“I’m fine.” He grumbled. “I just wish people would stop treating you like a fucking doormat. I can’t stand when they talk down to you, as if you’re less than them. That girl hasn’t even left her fucking hometown and you’re a succesful-”

“Hey, look at me,” I moved in front of him, grabbing his face between my palms. “I want you to understand that I don’t give a flying fuck about Madeline or any other person that talks to me like that. They’re just jealous of what I have and what I’ve built, Harry. If I sat around worrying about them all day long I would always be a wreck and I refuse to give them the satisfaction.”

“But I love you.” He whispered. “I love you and I want to protect you, even if I know you don’t need me to.”

“I don’t need you to, you’re right.” I smiled. “But I want you to know that I already feel safe and supported around you. I don’t need a huge scene to feel protected.”

“I love you.” He lowered his head, pressing his lips to my own.

“And I love you,” I giggled. “My sweet prince.”

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Somewhere in between watching Harry’s youngest cousin bobbing for apples and a quick make out session in the toilets, or cake was destroyed. It wasn’t hard to pin down the culprit after we saw Madeline smirking in the corner. She made sure that her eyes landed on mine exactly, smirking like the cat who ate the fucking canary. I glanced between Harry’s stony expression and the smashed cake that lay on the floor of the rec center, my chest burning with anger and frustration. Any other time, I would have ignored the feeling and powered through. 

But something in me had changed and I felt the need to protect Harry for once. 

He was so proud of our creation and Madeline destroyed in seconds out of spite. 

My prince was standing in a room full of family and friends with a quivering lip and watery eyes and I was beyond livid. I tried for a few moments to soothe the burning frustration in my chest, but I couldn’t do it. I knew the kind of girl Madeline was and I knew that she wouldn’t ever stop harassing Harry as long as she thought she had a chance with him. I needed to show her that she didn’t have a chance with him anymore.  It didn’t take me long to find myself in front of her with red cheeks and a heavy scowl on my lips. 

“I get that you’re still living in some high-school state of mind where you’re the ‘it girl’ and everyone else is just a pawn in the sick game you’re playing.” I started, sending Madeline into a state of shock, her eyes growing wide. “But this isn’t highschool and I’m not someone you can bully to get what you want. I’m a grown woman with a great career and a beautiful life. I don’t care if your feelings are hurt because you went on one date with my boyfriend in year seven.”

“I-” She stuttered out, but I interrupted her. 

“Grow the fuck up and move on with your life or you’ll find that one day, all of your friends and family are gone because you were too obsessed with someone who never wanted you back in the first place! I’m sorry if that sounds harsh, but you need to lay off. I don’t care what you do or say to me, but you will not continue to hurt Harry’s feelings past today, is that understood?” 

She nodded meekly, her shoulders slumping slightly as I let out an angry huff. 

When I turned around, Harry was right there behind me. 

“That was a really shitty thing to do, Madeline.” He said softly. “I would appreciate it if you could leave us alone in the future, yeah?”

Harry and I left the rec center immediately after. 

The ride back to Anne’s house was so quiet that I could hear Harry’s harsh and uneven breathing from the passenger seat. I knew that he was beyond angry when we left the party, but it seemed to get worse with every passing second. It was so bad, in fact, that Harry hadn’t even put his hand on my thigh like he normally did when he was driving. I hated the absence of his hand, but my brain was too busy working around in circles trying to keep up with my current emotions. I gently rested my palm near my belly, worrying my bottom lip as I looked out of the car window. 

I was feeling so many things at once and eeing Harry so worked up had an effect on me that it shouldn’t have. I kept my thighs tightly pressed together as he accelerated down the winding road towards his Mum’s house. I could feel my walls growing slick as they fluttered, fueling that aching feeling in my belly that was spreading warmth across my body. I didn’t want to be turned on by his frustration and anger, but I couldn’t really help it. I watched him from the side of my eye, trying to soothe the feelings in my body and bring myself back down.

Unfortunately for me, it didn’t work. 

When Harry pulled into Anne’s driveway, he slammed the driver side door. 

I knew he wasn’t angry with me and I didn’t feel like I was in any sort of danger, but I still jumped a little. It should have scared me to see him do that, but if anything, it threw gas onto an already raging flame. I watched him strut around the front of the car in his costume, his lips pressed together and his jaw clenched. He was still a gentleman, holding the door open for me and offering a hand to help me out. I received a pert kiss to my temple as he slipped his fingers through mine, guiding me up the walkway to the front steps of the house. 

“Harry,” I said his name quietly as he shut the front door behind us. “Baby?”

“M’really not in the mood to talk about it.” He grumbled, brushing past me. “I’ll be in m’room.”

I let out a sigh, watching him retreat with a bruised ego and a soft pout. 

I kicked my brown flats off next to Harry’s vans before I walked up the steps towards the room we had been sharing for the last week. Inhaling deeply, I pressed the door open as he started to strip out of his costume. I shut it quietly behind me, leaning against the white wood as I watched him like a hawk waiting out its prey. 

“I told you I’m not in the mood to talk, love.” He let out a frustrated sigh. “Don’t want to say things I might regret.”

“I’m not in the mood to talk either.” I said softly, crossing my arms over my chest. “I am, however, in the mood to fuck.”

His head snapped around as he held his brown trousers in his pants, his eyes burning. 

“S’that what you’re up here for?” He asked, letting out a bitter laugh. “Want me to fuck you?” 

“You’re hot when you’re angry.” I shrugged, pushing off the door. “I’d like to put some of that aggression to good use.”

“M’not mad at you.” He said softly. “Mad at her.”

“Just...take it out on me.” I said. “I know you’re upset and I know that this will make you better, so fuck me like you hate me.”

“I won’t do that.” He swallowed around a lump in his throat. “But I will punish you for being an absolute brat in that kitchen earlier. I told you that you would get yours, didn’t I?”

“You did.” I tried to hide my smile when he tossed his pants to the side, his hardening cock on display. “No pants under those trousers? How naughty of you.”

“I want you on the bed.” He moved closer to me, brushing his thumb over my cheek. “Want you perched on the end with your ass in the air so that I can take you from behind.”

“Costume on or off?” I asked, raising a brow as Harry looked over my face. I shivered when he pulled a tendril of red hair from my shoulders, twirling it around his finger. 

“On.” 

With a shaky exhale, I nodded. 

Seconds later, I found myself stripping out of my panties and falling onto the bed with myy hands pressed into the center of the mattress and my feet dangling off the edge. I gripped onto the duvet we’d been curled under earlier that day, closing my eyes in anticipation. I waited for the sting of Harry’s palm against my flesh or the teasing tone of his voice. I waited and waited, but it never came. I heard him fiddling around behind me, shuffling through items and grumbling under his breath, but I didn’t feel his presence. I let out an impatient whine, biting my lower lip. 

“Didn’t say you could make noise, did I?” He said sternly. “Stay quiet for me, princess.”

I rolled my lips in, trying to keep in the whine that was creeping up my throat at bay. 

Seconds later, I felt the skirt of my dress being pushed over my ass. The hem rested on my lower back as the cool air of Harry’s bedroom washed over my skin. I heard him inhale sharply just seconds before I felt his thumb brushing over the lips of my cunt. I tried not to make any noise, taking a deep breath as he circled his thumb three times over my clit. 

Sweet relief only lasted a few moments before Harry’s thumb was gone from my clit. I gasped out when his hands started to knead at my ass, his thumbs spreading me apart.  

“You pissed me off earlier when you cracked that egg on my shirt.” He tutted. “If I remember specifically, princess, I told you no eggs.”

“M’sorry.” I whimpered when he dug his nails into the flesh. I knew he wouldn’t do anything to seriously hurt me, but I liked the sting. “M’sorry I didn’t listen.”

“You’re just being greedy.” He hummed out. “Gonna say whatever it takes to get my cock in you, huh? I’ve seen you do it before, my love.”

“Harry.” I whimpered his name as he pulled his right hand away. “Please.”

Seconds later, the crack of his palm against my ass had me letting out a small moan. 

I jolted forward on the bed ever so slightly, but Harry’s hand on my hip stopped me from falling.

“You were acting so bossy, too.” He sighed. “Putting on a show for Nick and the camera as if you’re the one who’s in charge here. We both know that isn’t true, don’t we? We both know that you like it when I take control, when I boss you around. Isn’t that right?” 

“It is.” I nodded before I tucked my head between my biceps, slightly arching my back “Fuck, I love it when you’re in control, H.”

“S’my job to take care of you.” His voice lost it’s edge, a softness to it. “Don’t need you to take care of me, princess. M’your prince charming, aren’t I? It’s my job to stand up for you and defend your honor.”

I lifted my head up, glancing over my shoulder with parted lips. 

The words died on my tongue when I felt Harry’s tip against my entrance, the rest of his cock following lead as he sunk into my warm walls. We both let out breathy moans of relief and the burning ache that had taken over my tummy earlier was now being soothed by. Harry’s hips settled against the flesh of my ass as his fingers flexed into my hips, holding me tight against him as I adjusted to his size. I closed my eyes when he finally pushed me off of his cock before pulling me back against him. I hated not being able to see his face, but this position felt so amazing that I couldn’t help but give into it. 

“Harry,” I gasped out as he repeated his previous move a few more times. “I need you to really give it to me.”

Another smack landed to my ass as Harry’s cock simultaneously brushed against that soft spot inside of me that only he could reach. I whimpered, biting my lower lip as he pushed my hips off of himself again, pulling me back a little harder as his hips moved forward to meet me. 

“S’not your turn to call the shots.” He gritted out, his fingers smoothing over my ass before it fell to my other hip. “If I wanna fuck you slow, I’ll fuck you slow.” 

He really made a point, pulling me off of his cock until the tip was barely nestled inside. 

He waited a few moments before he pulled me back onto him. 

“If I want to fuck you fast, I will.” He moved his own hips this time, delivering three fast and sharp thrusts into me. “If I want to pull your hair, I will.” 

I felt my mouth practically watering when he reached up, gathering the strands of my hair in one, large ponytail. I gasped when he pulled, guiding my head up and my body to a sitting position. I dropped my head back against his shoulder, my back pressed into his front from ass to shoulders. I turned my head ever so slightly as he grunted. 

“Do all princesses act like this?” He gritted out, guiding his hand to the front of my belly as he started to move his hips, thrusting into me just how I needed it. “Acting like brats until their prince comes along to teach them a lesson?” 

I slipped my hand over the palm that was pressed to my tummy, gripping his wrist to take some of the pressure off. I felt his palm ease up on the sensitive area as if he could tell exactly what I was trying to say. I was just a little nervous about things, especially since I hadn’t told him yet. 

 “I need to cum.” I cried out.

“No.” He flexed his hips, pushing deep inside of me as I tried to guide his hand to my clit. “I’m not done with you.”

“Harry-” 

“Shh, princess.” He pressed his lips to my neck. “I’m going to fucking wreck you.”

And he truly did. 

He alternated between fucking me on all fours and holding me up with his palm as he drove into me from behind. I didn’t get much clit stimulation until the end of our tryst, but it still felt phenomenal anyways. The feeling of Harry plunging in and out of me with such vigor was enough to get me close to the edge of my release. He went on with his pattern of alternating positions until I was begging him, tears in my eyes and desperation in my tone. 

“Please let me cum, H.” I cried out, turning my nose towards his jawline as he pushed his palm into my lower tummy. “Let me cum, let me cum.”

“Shh, princess.” He cooed softly, pulling out of me completely. “S’alright, I’m gonna let you cum.”

“No, no, no.” I whimpered when he pulled his body away from mine, his hands dropping from my hips. “Harry, what are you doing?” 

“I want you out of this fucking dress.” He growled out, his hands tugging at the zipper on the back until the fabric fell loosely around my shoulders. “Need to feel you.”

I nodded, helping him push it all off of me before I fell forward on the bed. 

Harry patted my thigh, guiding my hips until I was on my back with my heads propped up against the pillows. I gratefully accepted the bruising kiss he offered, his lips molding against mine as he guided his cock back into my aching walls. I let out a soft moan as he bottomed out, wrapping my legs around his hips as he slipped his hands under my body. 

“Love you.” He gasped out, flexing his hips in sloppy thrusts as he panted into my mouth. “I love you so much. I love that you stood up for me and I just...fuck, I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I whined out, guiding a hand up to the back of his head until my fingers were tangled in damp locks. “Make me cum.” 

“M’close too.” He warned. “Together?” 

“Yeah.” 

I nodded before tucking my face into the crook of his shoulder, my lips pressing into the bare skin there as he tucked his hand between our bodies. I knew Harry’s body just as well as I knew my own at this point. I knew it well enough to know that four or five more thrusts would bring him to his release. I softly bit into his shoulder as he circled my clit, waiting for me to clench around him as a signal that I was ready. It didn’t take long, his fingers slipping against the bundle of nerves fast enough that I was clenching around him in less than a few minutes. 

“I’m gonna move.” He whispered. “You ready?” 

“Please,” I mewled out, kissing over his shoulder as he started to thrust his hips. “Just like that, Harry.” 

“I love you.” His breath tickled the baby hairs along my temple as he delivered a few sharp thrusts. “Love you so fucking much.” 

When our highs hit, his body stilled against mine. 

I let out a high pitched whine, trying my best not to bite down on his shoulder too hard. I felt him cum, his cock twitching before he let go of his release. His hips flexed into mine a few more times, a primal movement that ensured every drop of his cum was pushed as far in as it could go, before he fell lax against my body. I let out a soft chuckle, gently scratching at his scalp as we both tried to catch our breath. His lips pressed gently over my forehead and down the bridge of my nose until they met mine in a soft and sweet kiss. 

“Thank you for sticking up for me.” He whispered. “Thanks for sticking up for us.”

“She would have never stopped hounding you.” I whispered. “She needed to be confronted in front of other people to realize exactly how horrible she’s been.”

“I was really upset about our cake.” He pressed one elbow into the mattress, brushing his fingers through the strands of hair around my face. “We worked so hard on it and she just...destroyed it. I felt like that was a big milestone for us, creating something together.”

“I know.” I gave him a sympathetic smile as his thumb caressed the skin of my cheek. “What if I told you that we’ve created something so much better than a cake together?”

“What could be better than that cake?” He asked, his brows pulling together. I watched his eyes dart around, the gears turning in his brain. “I don’t know, love. What have we done?” 

I smiled, rolling my lips in as my eyes started to tear up. 

“Are you sure you can’t think of anything better than cake?” I asked, my voice a little hoarse from a combination of moaning and the emotion creeping up in my throat. “Like, baby, you can’t imagine anything better than-”

“You never call me baby.” He searched my face, his expression changing emotion every few seconds. “Are you saying-”

“Yeah.” I nodded. “I think that’s a little better than a cake, right?” 

“Holy fuck.” He let out a breathless chuckle. “Yeah, it’s much better than a bloody cake.”

He pressed a series of playful kisses over my face, both of dissolving into a fit of giggles.

In that moment, I knew that this would always be the one thing no one could ever ruin for us. 

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Coming Soon!  “The Boxing Day Disaster”

Every year, one of Petunia’s relatives hosts the extended group for Christmas. Since he’s The Boy Who Lived, not The Boy Who Makes Good Choices, Harry tries to keep in touch with the Evanses and this means Petunia Dursley (nee Evans), too. Harry’s the Head Auror and Gabby runs a famous witch fashion magazine. Hermione took over Hogwarts from McGonagall and Fleur teaches Defense. Dudley is an engineer who helps with the freeways around London and his wife is a professor of physics. Petunia is a cancer survivor, and it’s possible that her radiation treatment was given by a doctor who had some Liquid Luck snuck into his coffee. Part of my “Topsy-verse” stories which also includes this shapeshifty, lesbian twist on Goblet of Fire and this “hot for Teacher” epilogue and this smut. -----

"I don't see why we have to..." Vernon huffs.

He's been complaining about fetching the spare china for almost an hour. He complained about the whole idea of hosting from August to the start of the month. But there was nothing to be done.

By sacred tradition, every year, someone hosts Dursleys for Christmas. Her family was no different, so they just combined the lists. With only themselves, Marge, and three first cousins on her side whom they don't get on with at all, the rotation always comes round quicker than she'd like.

And Harry, for some godforsaken reason, keeps trying to mend fences. Something about his therapist's advice and forgiving being easier. ----- Hermione's fingers tiptoe through the fold-out maps as the clerk tortures an already badly-creased copy of the newspaper. A round man of probably sixty, with a neatly trimmed mustache and madcap, bushy eyebrows. The owner of the place, she suspects, going by the fact it's not a chain and the shabbiness of the cardboard stands for the snacks and knick-knacks. They needed a ladies' room and for some unknowable reason, Fleur wanted to stop at a petrol station. Hermione is faced with picking out snacks that will appeal to a literal faerie princess while staring at a rack of the sort of sugary lunacy she was taught to fear as a little girl.They really have no business being here. Fleur's ridiculous car doesn't seem to run out of anything, or get foggy windows, or lose one iota of traction in sleet.

... A bell jingles. Whatever word was halfway out of the man's mouth snags when Fleur emerges, purifying magic frothing on her fingertips as she hangs the key for the bathroom back on the hook. Fleur strolls out the door, holding it open for a young couple who give her a half-muttered thanks. If only that woman knew what it took for her boyfriend to stop ogling Fleur the instant he caught himself, she might realize what a good thing she's got going. The old man hasn't properly recovered, so Hermione casts a confundus charm on the other two, goes around the back of the counter and scans the items herself. She swipes her card and hoists her bags. ---- Gabrielle is the best thing that ever happened to him, and she's whole in the places he's cracked, which makes them perfect together. She's a veela, though, and veela enjoy being mothers but most of the time, one or two children is all they can get from a human father, especially a pure or half-blood wizard. So when their oldest was followed up by identical triplets, Harry noticed a distinct and frightening gleam in Gabrielle's eyes. When they visited the enclave the next winter, he could feel dozens of blue eyes following him everywhere and Gabby's hand gripped his so tight he's surprised he didn't need any Skele-Gro potions. If he doesn't watch it, he'll be tied to the bed and they'll have a quidditch team to raise by the time Lily's out of school. ... Lily's amazing. They were going to name her after his mother either way, but the moment her jade-green eyes opened and met his, it felt like more than that. Kind and quiet and supportive of her younger sisters, even in moments where Harry finds himself thinking about casting a muffling charm and going downstairs to have a drink. She's in fifth year, so put-together and organized that her 'Aunty Hermy' had only one tip on organizing her notebooks.  The triplets are trouble. Practically since birth, they've known they outnumbered their parents and acted accordingly. They look like Gabrielle in miniature, only with eyes a bit more turquoise than indigo and hair a bit honey blonde rather than platinum blonde. Hair that comes out fashionably tousled naturally, rather than straight and sleek naturally. Everything he contributed is a tweak. Blink and you miss it. One teacher at their primary school just across the street made a Children of the Corn reference. Poor bastard probably figured it would go right over Gabrielle's head, given her accent and her style. As it happened, they'd been deep in a Hermione-mandated course of study on muggle pop culture. She asked Harry to leave the room, and he did...right after casting an injury detecting charm on the teacher. He's stood here a long time now, staring at a powder-purple BWM panel van with tinted windows. They got it off a delivery service. Gabby insisted that some particular thing about the way the car was built was important 'for safety' and he got the sense this was something she learned in her Beauxbatons classes about survival. If driving what amounts to a brick stood on end keeps them or their daughters safe, then that's what they need to do. The Chosen One not only drives a minivan, he drives a minivan that his wife retrofitted from a company car and gave him as a birthday present. If only Sybil Trelawney knew how loopy her prophecy would get at the other end.

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Turn the Page//Introduction

pairings: RemusxOC, SiriusxOC, OCxOC, LilyxJames

genre/warnings: angst, romance, slice of life, smut (later), headcannon, tw: death, tw: mentions of death, tw: drug use, tw: explicit language

words: 1117

summary: Patricia Hawthorn, once a rowdy marauder along side trouble makers Sirius Black and James Potter decides to leave her job at Saint Mungos to teach at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, a relatively easy post as Muggle Studies professor. But her post turns out to be far less easy with not only an escaped criminal on the loose, but her former flame teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, and a wild ferret roaming the halls.

A/N: Not gonna lie, it’s a pretty standard reunion fic. But I’m super proud of the characters and the plot I have laid out. So if you can just hold on for a chapter or two I’ll get the plot roll’in. THANKs GUYS!!! :D

When Patricia Hawthorne had taken up her commission to help Hogwarts with its Basilisk infestation last year she had not planned on staying as a teacher. In fact, if you had told her as a young woman that she would even be considering the position at all she would have laughed in your face at such a stupid idea. Yet here she stood, packing her trunk in preparation for her first year as the new Muggle Studies professor and wondering how she got herself to this point.

“Honestly Honey, when I told you that I thought you’d be good for the job I didn’t think you would actually listen.” David, Trish’s american boyfriend, flashed her a wide lipped smile while packing away her collection of records. “Not that I think your making the wrong decision. I really do think your gonna be awesome! You just seemed so against it at first.” He brought her over the small case and set it beside her trunk, wrapping his large arms around her minuscule waist. 

Trish shook her head at him but smiled anyway, “Don’t act too surprised, it’s not as if you haven't been bugging me constantly about it since I told you. I was never really the studious type you know, but Albus doesn’t just ask anyone to be a teacher, so that has to count for something. And with all your nagging...” David had been elated earlier this summer when Trish had told him she had been offered the job going on and on about what an awesome chance it was. She was absolutely sure that his insistence had everything to do with the fact that his aunt had owned a house in the Village of Hogsmeade, which had recently come into David’s possession after her passing a little over a year ago. He was dying to have a reason to move there, but had been putting it off to be closer to her and her job with Saint Mungo’s.

David had grow up in Upstate New York as a young man, attending Ivormony Academy alongside his brothers, and of course had never been to Hogwarts or Hogsmeade before. Though he had heard wonderful things about the school from his Father, who had attended Hogwarts under the Ravenclaw house. The couple had spoken many times about possibly moving to Hogsmeade, but Trish had been working for Saint Mungo's in the “Curse Reversal” care unit and the travel between a heavily protected village like Hogsmeade to London would have been quite a headache to say the least. “I wasn’t trying to nag,” David swayed her back and forth in an attempt to loosen her up. “You can just be so stubborn sometimes. I wanted you to see the good side of this opportunity is all.” She tried to glare at him for that, but he hid his face in her shoulder, and she just continued to pack things away. “So what do you need next?” He prompted. “You see that stack of books over on the deck,” She pointed with her chin to the stack by the window while continuing to fold away stockings . “Could you bring them over here.” David detached himself from her with a little shake of her hips and went to retrieve her books. “Basics of Muggle Life.” he read aloud. “The Fantastic Tales of the Brother Grimm, Muggles and their effect on our world… And what's this?” David's eyes had landed on the last book propped against the windowsill, a thick brown leather bound book that looked like it had seen some wear. It held no title. An old scrapbook filled with her memories of hogwarts and early 20’s Trish turned just in time to see him open it and smile. “That’s an old scrapbook of mine. My dad gave me a camera in my first year as a gift. My friends were alway stealing it and taking pictures. I kept every single one and put them in that book for safe keeping.” She explained, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Is that you!? Look at that hair!“ David smiled, turning the book so she could see what he was pointing at. Trish came over to look at what picture he was talking about, he had turned to a page filled with pictures of her third year. Peter and Sirius throwing whizzing spark balls at each other in Zonkos, Remus with a foam mustache from a particularly frothy butterbeer, the pillow fort she built under the tables in the common room with Ashlynn and Marlean, and then the picture in question. It was one of her clutching tightly to a broom as it lifted itself slowly into the air. Her hair was curled wildly away from her face in a Farrah Faucet style flip that was being tossed around by the wind. “Yes that would be me. Thirteen I believe. Pull it out and see what it says on the back.” David carefulling pulled it out of it’s metal brackets and flipped it over. “Trish trying to fly Prong's broom, rather unsuccessfully. Taken by Ashlynn.” He gave Trish a inquisitive look. “Who are they?” Waving the picture around. Trish plucked the picture out of his hands and looked down on the back. “Old friends. James Potter, Prongs, and Ashlynn Moore.” “Wait Potter? Like..” “Yes,” she cut him off before he could state the obvious. “I was friend with Harry Potter’s father. Very good friends in fact, before everything.” “So Ashlynn Moore must be… That Ashlynn. The one on the run with Sirius Black.” Trish took a deep breath before placing the picture back in its place, grimacing at how he said their names. Like villains in a horror film. “You never told me you were friends with them.” David seemed concerned, almost frightened. He was a good 7 years younger than Trish and had still been in school when the first war with Voldemort had been in full swing. He saw those days as news reports and famous names stated in news papers. Sometimes she forgot that. “Yes, but it was a long time ago. Days I have long since left behind.” She reassured him, running a hand over the cover before placing it in her trunk with the rest of her books. “Besides almost all of the people in this old scrapbook are either dead or long gone by now.” David came to stand behind her, running a large warm hand down her arm. “Then why do you keep it?” “Because they are some of my happiest memories.” She turned to face him and give him a bittersweet smile. “And I can't just let those go. No matter how it ended.”

[ao3feed-larry]

You can call on me ʚɞ Traducción

by louelsolecito

Harry se despierta solo y caliente y va a buscar a su novio. Simplemente smut.

Words: 2078, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Español

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: PWP, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Rutting, Grinding, Top Harry, Bottom Louis, Dirty Talk, Dom/sub Undertones, Louis Tomlinson Has a Small Cock, Established Relationship, Mustache Harry, Non-Penetrative Sex, Louis putting in contacts, spitting

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