#Hot Harry Styles

[harrystyles1d]

#Harry styles #Hot Harry Styles #Harry styles background

[becauseheartsgetbroken-hs]

find me something hotter than harry playing the guitar pt. 1

#musicrry is so hot #he is so hot when he plays the guitar #harry styles #harry #one direction

[eveningepiphany]

tease | H.S oneshot

summary: seeing harry tonguing his guitar last night has you finally admitting the state he puts you in. and that’s never good when you’re a tour photographer. especially now you have photographic evidence of the moment.

warnings: SMUT, oral (fem rec), dirty talk, praise, swearing

a/n: can’t stop thinking about that fucking video? like it’s on loop in my head I can’t. he was so slutty last night it’s illegal. also this isn’t 100% proofread so enjoy I hope it’s okay!

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Some days at work are harder than others for you.

Today, you knew was going to be rough the second Harry walked out in single-handedly the most revealing outfit he could have. Borderlining absolutely slutty.

And as his tour photographer, that is quite a bold statement to make when you’ve seen every single outfit— and when his top half is often found shirtless up on stage.

But tonight, out backstage when you were prepping your SD cards and ordering your camera lenses, he walked out of his dressing room adorning his stage outfit to show you, and your stomach dropped the sight of him.

It was a new style, something he hadn’t worn before. A cropped, tasseled blue vest, paired with low rise pants that looked like they were clinging onto his hips for dear life.

“Alrighty, what d’ya think?” He asked, doing a little spin to shake the tassels.

Your mouth opened and words struggled to form as your head fogged over from just seeing his body. And the way his ferns were fully out— along with almost all of his other ink on display. Arms, chest and all.

You had sworn this, many times, was just your eye for art. For people like him who made photography electric. But as time and the tour progressed on from its earlier start in 2021, it was getting harder to convince yourself. Because even if you didn’t acknowledge it, there was no way to justify the heat that stirred in your stomach as just admiration.

“Oh— wow— I like the tassels,” you paused, tongue swiping over your lips, “they’ll be really fun in the photos, I’ll try to get some motion blur type shots with them.”

Your hand reached out before your brain even computed what it was doing, grabbing one of the rhinestoned threads at the base of his vest and running down it. Knuckles brushing the side of his chest.

“Excited to see them as always, m’lovely.” He smiles, the pet name making you flush.

“10 minutes till you’re on, H!” Someone called out.

You laughed at the panicked expression on his face as he realised he was probably dawdling, and in fact behind on his own schedule.

“Alright!” He confirmed back, then chuckling as he whispered to you, “I still gotta brush m’teeth.”

“Well, cmon let’s go, I’ll see what behind the scene shots I can get.”

And you thought that the time spent with him pre-show would ease your racing mind a little, but now that you’re out on the floor you’re almost jittering.

He looks fucking delectable. And by the sound of the stadium around you, they notice it too.

As he steps out you have to force your camera up to your face, which is something you never have to do? But looking at him through your viewfinder is hardly enough to satiate you.

Especially a little later in the show, when your camera is aimed to the back of him— and he’s squated down to get a drink of water…

His pants slipping so far down his hips that the waistband of his Calvin Kleins are easily visible.

Some girls on barricade behind you are going feral simply at the sight. And you can hardly blame them, because the sight of them makes you a little light headed too. Tonight he’s really not leaving much to the imagination.

You feel obliged to take a photo of it, lens aiming up to him— hearing the girls from behind you as your cameras shutters open to capture the moment. They’re shouting clearly, “Y/N, you get that pic girl!”

Another one yelling from your left, “SHES ONE OF US!”

You laugh at them. The fans are always an amazing part of the show. You leave with an array of adorable bracelets, funny shirts, and always lovely compliments.

You snap a few more photos before someone calls your name again, and you turn. A brunette girl, in an incredible replica of his recent purple and black heart overalls from the recent Wembley show, is standing.

“Y/N!” She reaffirms when you’re looking at her.

“Hi lovely, your outfit is amazing.” You smile, and she has fresh tears streaming down her face— a common love on tour occurrence.

“Ohmygod, thank you so much. I made you this tshirt, i wanted to give it to you!” She pulled a white shirt from her feet, presumably from a bag.

She held it out, unfolding it to show off the print on the front.

You immediately couldn’t help but let out a shocked laugh at it. A big pink shaded heart, with 2 also heart-shaped photos on each side of it— of you and Harry. But the best bit was the bubble written font, “my favourite parents!” that is above it.

“I— can I please take a photo of you with it first.”

She slaps a hand over her mouth, “No way, of course you fucking can.”

You take a few photos of her posing with the shirt, “I have 2, please feel free take them both!”

You can only assume one of them is intended for Harry. And even if it’s a little weird of you to take them, you do anyway because the girl was too lovely to even consider denying them.

“Thank you so much.” You chuckle as you hang them over your elbow. She still looks starstruck at the interaction that just occurred and you’re overly excited to edit the photos later on.

In the time of the short interaction, you turned to find Harry. He’s about to transition into she, and is over on the main stage.

You hustle to get yourself up from the floor and onto the stage area. Moving to chuck the shirts on the bench, where most of the bands essentials are for easy access.

Harry sees you over there and you decide to show him the design on the front before you can overthink it.

He’s beginning to sing the intro, and he chuckles the lyrics into the mic as he sees it. And fans around the whole arena scream at the shirt— which you didn’t realise was being displayed on the big screens.

You shake your head, struggling not to admire the tone of his laugh that just echoed around the stadium.

Also blushing a little at the fact you did genuinely just show him a shirt with both of your faces of it, deeming you both as a fans ‘parents’.

You go back to doing your actual job, moving to get a good angle, aiming to blend back into the background as you take more photos for the night.

Capturing the sway and jolts of his tassels as he sings. Getting a few shots that not only capture his energy but also his outfit perfectly.

You smile at yourself and at your work.

And you glance up as Harry joins in with Mitch while he absolutely shreds his guitar solo.

Sweat is beading on Harry’s chest and you’re all too aware how much money people would pay to see it from your angle. Thank god for Barcelona’s heat.

And, fuck, not only is it that. His arms look perfect as well. This outfit is really just showing as much of himself off as possible.

You change the settings on your camera hastily to alter the outcome of these next few shots.

He’d stepped away from the mic, turning to look at the band, mouthing something you couldn’t decipher.

He starts to lean down head getting closer to guitar. His tongue juts out…

Your eyes immediately pull back a little from your camera because, there no fucking way he’s about to let some kind of intrusive thought win here.

Time seems to slow. But not the movement of his tongue. It’s flicking fast, as if to mimic it playing the strings of his guitar. Or something like that anyway, because all you can think of is… well… something too inappropriate to even be entertaining in your head given he’s literally your boss.

You can hear the piercing screams around you, someone in the front shouting what the fuck loud enough you swear someone in the back of the stadium could’ve heard it.

You’re not even aware you bought your camera back up to your face and that you’d clicked the button a few times until it’s done and the moments over.

Harry’s laughing at himself, and Sarah is face palming at his lewd action. His smug smile after solidifies the fact he knows what the fuck he just did. And exactly the kind of effect it’s left on some people.

Just not aware you’re one of them…

Because you can’t deny the way you spent rest of the night with a nagging warmth between your legs. One that festered long after the moment was over.

After the show came to a close and you eventually ended up in your hotel room, freshly showered as you edited some of your favourite photos. Including the shots you’d captured of him and his guitar.

Which were fucking insane. You had just the right amount of contrast going on in them, and a certain degree of motion blur that indicated the movement his tongue was making.

The final product was amazing once you had edited it on photoshop. But you spent the remainder of the night in your hotel room ridiculously worked up. Left in bed toying with your clit lazily as you stared at the celling, acting like you didn’t have a specific person in your thoughts.

It got to the point in the next day where you stressed about what photos to show him. And whether or not that included the one you literally came to the thought of last night?

Usually you wouldn’t hesitate, especially since it looked incredible. But you were embarrassed internally. What would he think, or say? And could you even play off your sheer attraction to the image.

You placed your head in your hands with a groan, sat in the chair over by the window. You’re tired, and swear on your life your decision making is going to be impaired when he walks into your room.

Which you didn’t have much more time to stress much about it as a knock came to your door that you knew was him.

You rushed over to open it, finding him standing there, hair freshly washed and clad in much more clothing then you last saw him in. A plain white shirt and some gym shorts— that still made him look hot as fuck, without even trying?

He greets you with a good morning, voice a tad hoarse from last nights show. And he’s smiling as he hands you a cup, one you know is filled with hot chocolate. Just for you.

“I owe you like 100 hot chocolates for how many you’ve bought me just in this leg of the tour alone.” You laugh, letting him past you.

He glances at the unmade bed— you stopped making it a while after he started to come visit your room the morning after the show to pick which photos he liked best, and ones he also wanted edited. Sometimes he’d settle himself on it, legs crossed like a cute little kid.

“Think of it as a gift for all your talent. And putting up with me.” He chuckles, and plops himself down on the chair that’s opposite to the one you were sitting in.

So you follow suit, walking back over the your chair. Taking a small sip of the sweet liquid in your hands.

“Have any favourites so far?” He asks, taking a quick swig of his own drink— which you can only assume is hot tea.

Yes, you think, the one where you’re about to practically fuck your guitar strings with your tongue.

You substitute that for, “A few! The tassels were so fun to try and capture.”

You rotated the laptop screen to show him a cool shot you edited of him. It was a front on photo, his arms extended and washboard abs in their full fucking glory along with his tattoos.

He nods, a smile coming across his lips, crinkling the corners of his slightly tired eyes.

You showcase him a couple, all that he gives relentless praise on— regardless of if they had been edited or not. But you just want to show him your favourite.

You swallow as you stare at it on the screen of your macbook. Working up the courage to turn the screen to him as he waits cluelessly. Does he even know you took this?

“This one too…” you hesitate a little as you swivel the laptop around on your lap.

“Oh. I like this one a lot.” He says, nodding and then glancing up from the screen to your semi-flushed face.

“Didn’t know you took that.” He chuckles, shrugging and almost seeming… like he has more to say about this situation.

Like something is laying on the tip of his tongue, just waiting to be said.

You think he’s not going to though, after a beat of silence, you nod.

“Yea… what actually are you doing in this photo?” You nervous laugh, and wonder what kind of answer he’s going to provide.

He runs a hand through his curls, brows raised a little at your question.

“What did you think I was doing?” He quizzes, the corner of his mouth turning up.

“I- well it looked quite… everyone in the audience was going wild. Were you trying to be a tease?”

“I wasn’t! I swear. I was playing the guitar.” He confirmed, yet smirking like he knew there was a two-way perception of the event.

“With your tongue?” You sighed out a laugh.

“You still didn’t answer me. What did you think I was doing?” He backtracks, eyes watching you intensely as you’re both entering some rather dangerous, untouched territory.

You’re quiet again, and he raises his brows still expecting a response.

You flush under his gaze, hand coming to cover your eyes. “It just looked very…”

“Very…?”

“Inappropriate.” You laughed, feeling like you were emotionally torturing yourself by letting this situation happen.

“How so?” He continues to push, wanting to hear more. Secretly adoring the way you get all flustered about it. How badly he wants you to tell him exactly what the movement of his tongue reminded you of.

“It just— you know what I mean, Harry!” You say, now being the one trying to backtrack out of this entire situation. That in the end is still technically your own fault.

You distract yourself with other photos, going in and trying to find another possible contender for his new post on instagram.

“Don’t try and avoid the conversation, love.” He chuckles at your sudden shy demeanour.

“Harry.” You place your hand over your face again trying to mentally reset yourself. Put your thinking back in line.

“Cmon! I’m just curious.” He tries to brush it off, but if he has to resort to begging, he honestly wouldn’t hesitate.

“I know you are, but— it’s weird!” You whine, wanting to die at the fact you had let this happen in the first place.

“I promise I won’t judge.” He places his hand over his heart, face serious, like he was swearing it on his bloodline.

You thought about it a little longer. He clearly was not going to leave you alone if he didn’t get an answer. You could try and lie, but he already knows anyway. He just wants to hear you say it.

“You know, Harry. You just want to hear me say it.” You murmur, bringing up the chocolaty drink to your lips to distract yourself.

“Sure, maybe I do. I wanna confirm my suspicions.” He proposes, a small shrug of his shoulders. You place the drink back on the coaster, staring at him. Eventually caving.

“It— everyone definitely thought it looked like you were, uh, giving oral.” You rushed out, trying to now act as nonchalant as possible to avoid further questioning.

I didn’t work.

“So everyone including you?” He asked.

“Well… yea.” Your cheeks were pink, and he smiled at your flustered voice.

“Dirty thing.” He chuckled, and you almost breathed a sigh of relief thinking maybe you could move on and pretend as if this never happened, but he continues on.

“Had you a little worked up, did I?”

“May I touch on how unprofessional this conversation is?” You bring up, trying to save yourself. But it’s evident in your voice you hardly mean it. You are admittedly a little curious as to where he’s going with this. Equally, if not more embarrassed than anything, but still curious.

“I suppose you can, yes.” He nods.

“But may I bring up how you undressing me with your eyes yesterday was unprofessional? Because unless I’m insane, you definitely were.” He’s cocky, and overconfident with his accusation.

Not that it can be really labelled as an accusation, given he’s not wrong at all.

“I—“ you swallow, “Okay. Whatever. Point proven.”

He laughs at your surrender, shuffling forward on the chair.

“So you were— that’s the kind of stuff you were thinking about me?” He rests his elbows on his knees, watching you intently.

“You are really trying to get something out of me aren’t you? What do you want to hear me say?” You raise your brows, adrenaline coursing through you.

“Just want you to tell me the truth. Be honest with me, since we’re talking about being professional. I think that’s a good start.” He sounds so gentle yet firm, and your devouring this dominant kind of trait he’s showing you.

“Communication and honesty is very important when it comes to professionalism.”

Pleasure has been simmering in your stomach since he walked through the door, and his persistence is beginning to pay off, since you’re starting to let your guard down.

“So you want me to tell you how wet I got after your little stunt last night? That if I wasn’t your employee, after the show you would have found me in your dressing room bent over on the table.”

“Waiting for you to come in there, all sweaty and ready to strip that teeny fucking vest off, and put your mouth to use.”

He’s got a dusting of red over his own cheeks now, blood rushing to his cock as he realised he cracked you open now. Your dirty words spilling out of your mouth after holding back seemingly since last night.

“That what you would’ve done? Bent yourself over my dressing room table waiting for me like a pretty little post-show gift?”

“Maybe so.” You feed into it, watching as his eyes darken with desire.

He sighs out, standing up promptly, “Alright, darling. I’m gonna offer you something. You don’t have to agree, but if you do we can stop at any time. Okay?”

“What exactly are you offering?” You ask as leans his tall frame down to you, hands bracketed on your hips.

“For me to pick you up, put you on that bed and strip you until I can bury my head between your legs.” He stated, matter of factly.

Your thighs are shaking so hard you’re clenching them together— clit throbbing at the pressure.

You can only look up at him and nod, to which he doesn’t take as an answer.

“Baby, need you to use your words. Tell me what you want.”

“Yes, Harry. Want that please.” You whine, very quickly becoming delusional at his close proximity.

He grunts as he picks you up, his arms firm around your body and he carry’s you the few feet to the bed. His lips hot as they suddenly come in contact with your jaw.

He pushes your legs open with his thigh, making you moan and push your hips forward.

“Needy girl.” He whispers, voice dirty and hot near your ear as he sucks on the skin below it.

His hands cascade down your body, finding the waistband of your sweatpants and tugging it down.

“Please, please touch me.” You’re wild, bucking your hips up. Wanting to get his tongue on you so bad.

He chuckles at your sudden spiral, how quickly you’ve unravelled before him. Truly like a present, all laid out waiting just for him.

He palms his hand over your damp front, “Soaking through already, fuckin’ hell.”

You groan as he rubs a pressured circle on your fabric-covered clit.

“Want to tell me who got you so wet?” He coos, slowly moving his fingers over you as he waits for an answer.

You give it to him shamelessly, “You. Want you so badly.”

He’s over the moon to finally have you like this. Because it became apparent rather quickly the crush he’d developed on you since you were hired. And he would be lying if he said he hadn’t fucked his fist at the thought of getting to touch you.

“Oh, you’re being so good for me now. Because I’ve got my hand between your pretty legs I bet.”

You cant even respond as he slides your drenched underwear down away from your tingling core.

He audibly groans at the sight of your bare, glistening pussy. Watching as you squirm under his stare.

“Jesus fuck, Y/N. How long have you been hiding this gorgeous cunt from me?”

“Too long.” You whimper.

His fingers slid through you, and he gathered up your arousal to play with your clit. Relishing the way it slides under his fingertips.

You were clenching around nothing as he gently rolled your clit between calloused fingers. Playing with it until you were a mess. Moaning and grinding up against his fingers. Begging for what he’d promised earlier.

“Your mouth, Harry. Need it. Anywhere.”

“S’that why your little hole is clenching so hard? Like it’s begging for me.” He watched, mesmerised as your hole pulsed around nothing, and leaked more clear arousal.

You look so delicious to him. And he took a moment to appreciate the fact you were about to let him clean up all that arousal pooling at your hole

He sunk down between your legs very slowly. Distracting himself a few times with mouthing over your fabric covered breasts.

Eventually making it there, so he could blow over your clit, letting you squirm at the teasing stimulation. You smelt amazing too, your sweet tangy scent making his mouth water.

He was grabbing at his cock, pushing at it trying to relieve pressure down there as he peppered kisses along your inner thigh.

“Stop teasing, H. Please I— fuck.” You hissed as he bit the seam of skin of your thigh.

“Cant handle it huh? Are you gonna come before I even get my tongue on you.”

“Want to finish around your mouth.” You plead with him. And he shakes his head with a laugh, anticipating your reaction as he leans forward to drag a long stroke through your slit.

Your whole body shakes with a moan. His velvety, hot tongue immediately leaving you a wreck.

“Harryyy…” You cry out, bucking your hips into his face.

“Gonna ruin your cunt, darling.” He murmurs into you, and you know it’s true with the way your hole is clenching.

He sucks your clit into his mouth before placing fast strokes over it. Flicking and rolling it between his tongue and lips.

The sounds of him lapping up your pussy are echoing through the room, further fuelling the fire that’s started in you.

Your whole jaw goes lax as he moves further down, gliding over your hole— pushing his tongue past your entrance.

“Fuck!” You moan, hips jolting, causing his hands to slide up and hold them into place.

He slides it into you as far as he can, nose bumping your clit. Making you realise very quickly that you’re going to finish around his mouth.

He moans into you, again the vibrations makes you writhe in his tight grip. “I- Harry- more!”

It’s making your whole body shake, and he’s pressed so far into you that it’s all you can feel. And it’s obvious that you’re about to come, just with the way your cunt is pulsing around his mouth.

“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck. Harry, please, I’m gonna come!” You felt the burning spark fly through you, hitting you like a truck when his tongue curled and rocked inside you.

He’s humming and pressing himself so close you genuinely think he can’t breathe. And you realise immediately when the rubber band in snapped inside of you.

It gushed through your whole body, making you moan and cry in his grip. He couldn’t even explain the feeling of having you clenching around his tongue. It almost made him finish in his pants.

He lapped up every single drop he could. But he didn’t stop.

Your clit was so sensitive as he came back up to it with the same intensive pace.

You tried to push him off, “be a good girl, baby, give me another one.”

“So sensitive, Harry.” You whined, hand threading into his soft hair.

“Y’can take it.” He states, going back to sucking on your clit, and the outside of your entrance.

It made you a mess. A proper fucking mess.

You legs were being spread wide by the palm of his hands, and you were almost crying at how sensitive your pussy was.

You were always a five-minute-scroll-break kind of girl when it came to masturbation. So this came as a whole shock to your body. And it was so fucking hot from his perspective.

All he could hear was your filthy fucking whines, begging him one minute to stop and the next to go faster. And he was going insane at how sensitive your little hole was.

That was all he could feel. The clenching of your cunt, the absolute shaking mess your body was becoming.

His tongue flicked over your clit, just as you imagined he would after seeing him last night. And it was getting to messy, your arousal absolutely coating his mouth and chin.

“I-“ a deep suck of your clit, “I’m gonna fucking come!”

You writhed the whole way through your orgasm. Fucking into his face like it was a toy, grinding into it so hard your sure he was completely consumed by you.

And as you came down from the high, still shaking, he cleaned up down there again. Too good to waste, was his thought process. ‘You tasted like a dream’ you’re pretty sure you hear him mutter against you at some point.

His thumbs run over the dips of your hips to bring you back down to earth.

“Good girl, Baby. Took my mouth so fucking well.” He presses a final kiss on your clit as he stood up, your hands dragging up his back did.

“Feeling a little better too, i hope.”

“Yes. So good. H.” You panted, still in a bit of a daze.

“Next time,” he peppered a kiss on you shoulder, “tell me when you’re feeling all worked up okay.”

You nodded, hands sliding to rest in his hair.

“Or by all means, lay yourself out in my dressing room so I can make make come like you deserve.” He smiles at your little nod, still so out of it.

“My little gift, hm?” He coos, stroking a gentle hand down your face.

And he knows he’d do this moment a thousand times over with you. Just to see that smile flash over your lips.

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[allthelovehes]

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Summary: You just moved into your new apartment and your new neighbour turns out to be the author of the smutty book you're currently reading.

Pairing: Author/Neighbour!Harry x Reader

Word count: 2.8K

Warnings: Smut, basically strangers, it's cute tho.

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The first few weeks of living in your new apartment were, thankfully, relatively uneventful. You had managed to find a new job and keep your finances balanced, and the building you were in seemed to be relatively clean and well-maintained, and you'd never seen anyone who you thought would have a problem with you.

You travel back and forth between work by bus, not really feeling the need to have a car in the big city. Plus it gives you the perfect opportunity to read a good book, something you love but always slips in the cracks of your busy life.

It's the last day of work before your weekend, and you're on the bus home deep into a chapter of the book you're reading, everything is going perfectly fine. You're excited for the weekend as you still have a few boxes to unpack and some cleaning and organization that needs to get done.

You've been so into the book you're reading, that when you realize the bus just drove past your usual stop, you're shocked.

“Oh, shit.” You mutter under your breath as you try to think of what to do. You could just walk the few blocks back to your stop, the weather is fine anyway. You press the button, the bus comes to a halt at the next stop and you step off, thanking the driver for the ride. You begin walking, a tote on your shoulder and the book still in hand.

The streets aren't busy, it's not a particularly busy part of the city, and it's a beautiful afternoon. The sun is shining and there is a slight breeze, but not too much. You can hear the birds chirping and see the small kids playing in the nearby park, all in all a nice day.

You reach your building after a few minutes of walking, and the front door is unlocked and ajar, so you let yourself in and start to head towards the stairwell. When you reach the right floor, you spot your neighbour coming out of their apartment, the one you had seen the first night you'd arrived.

He was tall, much taller than you, and wearing a t-shirt that clung to his form nicely, and his sleeves were rolled up to reveal a collection of tattoos that ran all the way down to his hands. His hair was curly and looked incredibly soft and you wanted nothing more than to run your hands through it. His jaw was chiselled, sporting a stubble. He looked good, really good.

“Hey.” He says, his voice deep and smooth, and you can't help but notice the accent he has. “I haven't seen you around before, are you the new neighbour?”

“Yeah, I moved in a couple of weeks ago.” You reply. “My name is Y/N.”

“It's nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Harry.” He extends a hand and you shake it. You notice the rings on his fingers, they're large, but not tacky, and they suit him. He looks at the book in your other hand and chuckles, “A reader, eh?”

“Yeah, I've always loved reading, and this one is really good, I've been wanting to finish it, so I'm glad I missed my stop, I was so deep into the story I hadn't even noticed.” You chuckle and it's then when Harry notices what book you have in hand, his book.

“Hey, wait a second. You're reading my book!” He points at the cover.

“Oh, you wrote this? Well, now I feel kinda embarrassed.” You say, laughing, trying to hide the embarrassment and your blushing cheeks. The story is based around quite a few explicit sex scenes, and you're hoping he won't bring it up.

“I'm just messing with ya. I'm actually quite flattered.” He chuckles.

You talk for a few more minutes and then go on your way. He is funny and kind, and his smile is one that you know you would kill to see. His eyes are bright, and you love the way his curls move when he laughs.

As you make your way to your apartment, you're smiling to yourself, thinking about how good-looking your new neighbour is. He seems kind and easy-going, and you wonder if you'll ever be able to spend more time with him.

When you get to your apartment, you drop your things, kick off your shoes and throw yourself onto your sofa. You sigh and close your eyes, taking a moment to process the day, and what just happened.

Knowing the man who came up with those incredible sex scenes was living right across the hall from you, is driving you absolutely wild. You're not sure why you're reacting the way you are, you have no business thinking about him like that. But he's just so fucking hot, and his accent, and his body, and the way his arms looked...

You feel your skin begin to heat up, and a tingling between your legs, and before you even realise, your hand is down the front of your jeans. You start touching yourself, and all you can think of is him, and the words he has written. Your breathing becomes heavier and you close your eyes, imagining him doing these things to you, his lips and hands exploring your body.

You're abruptly ripped from your fantasy by a knock on the door, and you jump and scramble to pull your hand from your pants.

“Fuck.” You hiss under your breath, and run your fingers through your hair, trying to get it to look presentable. You look through the peephole in the door and your eyes widen, there stands Harry, and he's holding a bottle of wine. You take a deep breath and open the door, trying to appear as composed as possible.

“Oh, hi.” You say, smiling, but you're nervous. “What can I do for you, Harry?”

“Hey, Y/N, I just came to drop off some wine.” He seems nervous. “I figured since you're new it'd be a nice thing to do.”

“That's very sweet of you, thank you.”

“Well, I hope you enjoy it.” He turns and starts to walk back to his own apartment.

“Harry, wait!” You shout, and he turns back to face you.

“Yes, love?” His British accent thick.

“Do you want to come in? I'll pour us some wine.”

“Yeah, that'd be lovely.” He follows you into the apartment. You take the wine from him and pour two glasses. You hand him the glass and sit down next to him, making sure to keep some distance between you.

You chat for a while, sipping your wine, and you find yourself enjoying his company. He tells you about his writing and how he's working on another book, and that he's glad that you've enjoyed the one he already published. You tell him about yourself, about how much you love to read, and he tells you he'll send you copies of the other books he has published.

The wine is flowing, and so is the conversation. Harry is really nice, and you find yourself wanting to spend more time with him. The bottle is empty and your cheeks are flushed, but not just from the alcohol.

“Well, I should probably head home.” Harry says, and the disappointment is evident on your face.

“No, don't leave yet.” You protest, and his eyes lock with yours. “I'm enjoying your company.”

“Well, alright. I can stay a bit longer.” He says, smiling.

You're not sure why, but you feel compelled to lean forward and kiss him. Maybe it's the wine, or the fact that he's just so fucking hot, or the stories and sex scenes in the book he had written. You're not sure, but something is driving you crazy, and you need him. Your lips crash against his, and it takes a moment for him to register what's happening. But when he kisses back, your heart flutters and your stomach feels like it's doing somersaults.

You pull away and stare at him for a moment, and he looks at you with a mixture of lust and surprise in his eyes.

“Sorry.” You mutter. “I shouldn't have-“

He cuts you off by leaning in and kissing you again, this time deeper, and more passionate. His tongue finds its way into your mouth and your tongues collide, tasting each other. He pulls away and stares into your eyes, his lips slightly swollen and a smirk on his face.

“You're a good kisser.” He whispers.

“So are you.” You reply, a smile spreading across your lips.

He leans back in, kissing you more roughly than before, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. He begins trailing kisses down your neck and jawline, eliciting small whimpers and moans from you. He makes his way down your collarbones and chest, then moves back up to your ear.

“Y/N.” He whispers. “May I take this off?”

“Please.” You reply, almost begging. He grabs the bottom of your shirt and pulls it over your head, revealing the lacy bra underneath. He stares at your breasts for a moment, drinking them in, before he dives down and sucks at the exposed skin. He moves to your other breast and does the same, and his other hand begins to unbutton his own shirt.

He removes his shirt, revealing his tattoos, and you can't help but stare. He has a slim yet muscular frame, and his arms are toned and strong. You trace the ink on his chest and torso with your fingers, and he watches your reaction with a smirk.

He stands up and grabs your waist, picking you up and setting you on the kitchen island. He leans down and kisses you again, and you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. You can feel his erection through his jeans, and it's big, really big. You can't help but let out a moan at the thought of him fucking you with that monster.

He reaches around and unclasps your bra, pulling it off and exposing your breasts. He leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling at it, while his hand plays with the other. You throw your head back and moan, grabbing at his curls and tugging slightly. He lets out a groan and grinds his hips against yours, and you can feel his cock harden even more.

“Harry.” You moan. “I want you.”

He removes his mouth from your breast and looks up at you, his eyes dark with lust.

“Are you sure, love?” He asks, his accent sending shivers down your spine.

“Yes, please.” You beg, and he smirks. You're so eager and it's making him impossibly harder. He undoes his belt and his pants fall to the floor. You stare at his cock hiding in his black boxers, and your mouth waters. It's long and thick, and you know that it's going to feel amazing. He pulls off his boxers, and his cock springs free, standing proudly.

He grabs your jeans and tugs them down, revealing the matching pair of lace panties. He groans as he looks at you, and his fingers hook under the fabric, pulling them down your legs.

“Fuck, Y/N, you're so fucking beautiful.” He breathes, taking in the sight of you. You're completely naked and exposed in front of him, and he can't help but marvel at how perfect you are. He leans in and kisses you, and you wrap your legs around him, pulling him close. He grinds his hips against yours, his cock rubbing against your wetness. He's teasing you, and it's driving you insane.

“Harry, please.” You whine, and he smirks.

“Please, what?” He teases, continuing his slow grinding.

“Please fuck me.”

He groans and searches for his wallet, finding a condom. He slides it on and lines his cock up with your entrance, pushing in slowly. He fills you up completely, and you cry out, arching your back. He lets you adjust to his size before he starts moving. He sets a slow and steady pace, and you're moaning and whimpering.

“Fuck, Harry.” You gasp. “You're so big.”

“You feel so fucking good, Y/N.” He groans. He thrusts his hips, his cock sliding in and out of you. You reach down and begin rubbing your clit, and the extra stimulation has you seeing stars. No wonder the smut in his books is good, the man himself knows exactly what he's doing.

His pace quickens and his breathing becomes laboured. He leans down and captures your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing the sounds that escape your mouth. He picks you up from the countertop and carries you over to the sofa, never breaking his rhythm. He lays you down and continues pounding into you, and you can feel the pressure building.

“Harry, I'm so close.” You moan, and he reaches down to rub your clit.

“Come for me, baby.” He growls, and that's all it takes for you to come undone. You scream his name and arch your back as the orgasm rips through you. He keeps his pace, thrusting harder and faster, prolonging your pleasure.

When you come down from your high, he pulls out and grabs your legs, flipping you onto your stomach. He positions himself behind you and pushes back in, causing you both to moan. His hands grip your hips and he begins pounding into you, and his grunts fill the room.

“Fuck, Y/N, you're so fucking tight.” He groans, his voice thick with lust.

“Oh, god, Harry.” You moan. The sound of skin slapping skin and the scent of sex fills the air. He reaches around and starts rubbing your clit, and the pleasure is almost too much for you to handle. He thrusts his hips, filling you completely.

“Come for me again, love.” He commands.

“Yes, Harry, fuck.” You cry out, your walls tightening around his cock. You know that anyone passing by your apartment would definitely hear the sounds of sex, but you don't care. The only thing that matters is the feeling of him inside you.

You come undone once more, and he fucks you through your orgasm. He moans, his thrusts becoming erratic. You turn him on so much, he never wants to stop fucking you. His cock slides out of you and he pulls you back up, turning you around to face him.

“I want you to ride me, love.” He growls, his voice deep and rough. You straddle him, your wetness coating his cock. He positions himself at your entrance and you slide down, moaning as he fills you again. You start moving, your hips rocking against his.

“Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good.” He moans, and his hands grip your hips, guiding you. Your pace quickens and you can feel yourself getting close again. You look at him and his eyes are filled with lust and desire, and it's the hottest thing you've ever seen.

Harry's lips crash into yours and his hands tangle in your hair. He breaks the kiss and his mouth moves to your neck, sucking and biting at the delicate skin. You let out a string of curses and he groans against your neck. He leaves a trail of kisses down to your chest, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He nibbles and sucks on it, and his tongue swirls around it.

“Fuck, Harry.” You moan.

“Do you like that, love?” He asks, looking up at you with dark eyes.

“Yes, fuck, yes.” You reply, your voice wavering.

He continues his assault on your breasts, switching from one to the other. Your breathing is heavy and you can feel the pressure building again.

“Harry, I'm so close.” You breathe.

“Me too, baby. Come for me.” He growls, his fingers rubbing your clit. The combination of his cock filling you his mouth on your nipples and his fingers stroking your clit sends you over the edge, and you scream his name, your nails digging into his shoulders.

Your walls clench around his cock and he loses it, his thrusts become more erratic, and his breathing is laboured. He moans your name, and the sound is like music to your ears. He comes hard, and his cock pulses inside you.

You both collapse, breathing heavily. Your heart is racing and you can't believe what just happened. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. You lie there in his arms, trying to catch your breath, the scent of sex and sweat filling the air.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Harry says, breaking the silence. “That was incredible.”

“Mhm, you're far better than your books.”

“Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it.” He chuckles. You snuggle into his arms, and he holds you tight. You've never felt so safe and secure in someone's arms, and you know that you're already falling for him.

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[shawnxstyles]

holy fuck

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[celebpoint]

Emma Watson

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[boysboysboysss]

I get so horny over Harry styles

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[daily-stylinson]

that right there is where I live.

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[whitemancumslut]

domestic things fbh and y/n would do

word count: fluff, mentions of smut

OKAY I SOOO IMAGINE you're both nineteen. you have a famous boyfriend. how is it that you guys survived all this madness. people swear he's a womanizer, but this is the sweetest man you've ever met. harry loved you to pieces. treated you like the only girl in the world.

i strongly believe harry's love language is physical touch. he's obsessed with you. all of over you. "harry styles womanizer," the articles and comments made by older woman in interviews hurt his heart so much. knowing you don't think the same, but the internet didn't. of course they didn't. the internet was filled with mean teenage girls who wished on your downfall. year 2013 was the year of it all. i swear, he'd mentally get all up in his head about the womanizer comments, promise you that not a word of that is true, repeatedly, while you tell him you believe and trust him with every bone in your body.

at one point in the relationship some fans came to the realization harry in fact wasn’t going to leave you for one of them.

what is personal space?

harry was overall obsessed with the idea of you and only you. be wasn't scared to show his affection in public. although you were iffy of the idea of going out more as the band grew bigger as did harry's mobs.

• whenever he went on stage, he always needed his good luck kiss. it was like a good luck charm. whether he needed a quickie in the dressing room or a quick peck it always happened. it 'calmed his nerves.'

• never letting you go. i swear i can't get this idea out of my head. he is the type to stand with his arms wrapped around your torso, waist- just your front.

• kissing your neck, the back of your neck, letting you know who was still there. immediately relaxing your body.

harry definitely goes “without me?” whenever you shower or mention you’re going to.

when he does, he scrubs your hair for you, your back…. and sometimes it gets a little out of hand

after he gets off stage it’s a peck and “howd i do?”

you constantly remind him of how great he is.

makes sure you're safe when you go out without him. you know he's part of the biggest boy band ever. whether you're getting coffee, going to the arena, you're mobbed.

if you were to go out with someone other than harry, maybe one of your friends, while he was out at rehearsal or whatever it was— he would always try to keep contact with you.

if you went shopping he would want you to send photos of you trying on clothes.

“wow.”

“get the red.”

going to sleep

harry takes off his shirt at night, laying in his boxers.

he lives for cuddles. he doesn’t matter if he’s the big or little spoon as long as you’re there with him.

however if he is big spoon, he is completely cradling you into his arms. it’s the cutest thing ever. it’s like he’s scared youll get taken in your slumber.

big spoon turning into little spoon over night. he’ll be holding you and then all of a sudden, while you sleep you turn towards his and subconsciously wrap your arms around him and he would subconsciously fall against you and let himself be held.

waking up

“no. five more minutes” he’ll babble nothings that you won’t even try to understand.

pecking your temple and convincing you to stay in bed with him 5 more minutes.

he doesn’t care for morning breath. he would have a full on make out session with you.

only way to get him up early is proposing showering together and he’s up and ready.

fbh is such a passionate kisser. his kisses would be so arnghhhhhh, right??

temple kisses. they’re comforting.

he kisses you on the lips so softly. you know his rhythm. you’ve studied it since you got together.

he’s always mindful when kissing.

if it’s to get intimate he will always attempt to let his tongue past your lips and see if you reciprocate.

if he’s having trouble before stage. anxiety persay, you’re always there speaking him through it.

always assuring him he did well.

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[unabashegirl]

Matilda Djerf || Instagram Blurb

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harrystyles day one of honeymoon: already annoyed her 🫠

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yourinstagram just to clarify he was meant to look for directions before leaving the hotel and we had no cash, no wi-fi and didn't speak the language. 😡

pilowpersonpp no yeah. i would have divorced him by now.

harrystyles i said i was sorry! 😞

harries_reed atleast the outfit is cooperating ✨

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yourinstagram it's giving mario vibes ✨

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harrystyles i didn't hear you compain last night!

yourinstagram this is a family show, harold!

gemmastyles pls don't leave him. he doesn't know better. he is just a baby.

harrystyles stop giving her ideas gemma!

gemmastyles shave it!

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yourinstagram say hi to meatball 🐶!

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harryfans293 does this mean that Harry is a dad?

harrysfan031 he is! he is a daddy.

yourmom Another dog?

yourinstagram this will be the last I swear 🙏🏼

yourmom you said the same thing abt the last one. 🙄

yourinstagram i can't help myself ☺️

harrystyles why am i not part of this picture? and where is my hat? 😒

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harrystyles two weeks since our wedding. two weeks of being yours. two weeks of utter blissfulness❤️

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gemmastyles still waiting for those wedding pictures

niallhoran so happy for you two 💞

annetwist I can't wait until you both get back!

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harryfan2156 harry was seeing having dinner on his own last night on the south of italy. Is the honeymoon over already? Is there trouble in paradise? 🙃

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harryfan24 girl he posted abt her last night

yourinstagram You all really love to push this narrative.😂 I was simply sunburned and had a migraine, so I opted for room service. Not that I owe anyone explanations about my marriage.

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enews A few hours ago, Harry Styles was spotted enjoying his honeymoon with his newly wedded wife, Y/N Y/L/N. They were seen laughing and sharing kisses, putting to rest any rumors of trouble in paradise. Just two days prior, speculation had arisen after Harry was seen dining alone. The celebrated author set the record straight in a comment, stating, "You all really love to push this narrative. I was simply sunburned and had a migraine, so I opted for room service. Not that I owe anyone explanations about my marriage." What do you think about her comment?

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harryflowers I think you should all mind your own business and let them enjoy their honeymoon in peace. 😐

harrysfan4ever this is exacly what Y/N is talking about in her comment. leave them alone! let them live. 🙃

harrytruestfan i think the world has bigger things to worry than what Harry and Y/N are doing.

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[becauseheartsgetbroken-hs]

i feel like no matter how many posts i'll make about this new era of him are not enough.

#like seriously #he looks hotter than ever #and i mean we're talking about harry styles #it's difficult to look even more hot and beautiful #because he was already gorgeous #harry styles #harry #one direction

[eveningepiphany]

manbun | H.S blurb

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summary: you and harry are about to fuck in the back of his car, and you want his hair out for it. little do you know how much he likes a bit of hair pulling.

warnings: SMUT, car sex, quickie, hair pulling (m receiving), unprotected PIV, swearing.

a/n: just a little snack for y’all while I work on far from sober’s second part! manbunrry is so underrated.

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“Baby—“ you hiss as Harry’s teeth come in contact with the junction of your neck and jaw.

His hands are on your hips, gripping tight since the moment he slid you up his lap.

You were making out in the back seat of his car— an impromptu decision to drive out to the nearest city lookout has quickly turned into, well… whatever you call this.

You weren’t together, the two of you. But it’s complicated to describe what you even are. He’d invited you over to watch a movie, so you did that, and nothing sexual had even happened.

Quickly that changed, after driving out here, the middle of butt-fuck nowhere and all the sudden being all over eachother.

Well at least since he joked about the both of you fucking in his car. Pretty sure he was just really into the idea.

He hums in the back of his throat, it’s gravelly, laced with the pleasure he’s evidently gaining from this. You can feel him plumping up beneath you.

You’re salivating over his half unbuttoned shirt. It’s borderline slutty, the way he walks around like that. Teasing his pecs and the top of his butterfly tattoo.

Sometimes you don’t know how people have a coherent conversation with him while he looks like that outside. Hair out, abs peaking through— it makes you almost nauseous.

He’d probably had his hair down during the earlier hours of the day, and then tied it up before you’d come over, since it’d been up since you went over this evening.

As much as your a fan of the manbun— trust me, no one loves that bun like you do— you want his hair out.

So your hands lace behind his neck, sliding up to where the hair-tie securing his hair was. You start to tug on it.

It was in tighter than you’d initially expected— causing you to be practically just pulling on it— and nothing could’ve prepared you for the moan that comes out of him.

“God— you’re— shit.” His hips snap up against you. Hard. You almost laugh at how unexpected it was.

“Harry,” You begin, and there’s a teasing yet aroused edge to your voice, “are you getting worked up over me pulling you hair?”

He can’t even verbalise the heat that flushed through him as that happened, his jaw gone lax.

Your fingers wrap around the hair-tie again, tugging it out, earning another groan from him. You don’t stop there though, not after seeing him react like this. You gather up his hair into a make shift ponytail, pulling on it, gauging his reaction again.

His lips scrape up your neck as he tilts his head back to follow the pull.

“Didn’t know you liked getting your hair pulled, huh.” You said, tightening your grip and bringing his eyes to lock with yours.

“Fuck— I didn’t… I didn’t know.” He hissed at your teasing, pushing his hips up to your core again, trying to relieve a little pressure.

“Seems like a pretty submissive trait if you ask me? Like being a bottom hm?”

“Shut up.” He huffs, but you just grip his hair tighter.

Reaching down, you undo a few more buttons on his shirt, “Already half undone for me.”

He pulls at your sweatpants, tugging them off with only a minor struggle. Beginning to palm over you through your underwear, which is damp already.

“Already so wet. Feel it through y’underwear, babe.” He groans, kissing your neck.

You start unbuttoning his jeans, and he lifts his hips and helps you pull them down below his thighs.

“Want me on top? Want me to ride you in the backseat of your car?” You pull his cock out from his briefs, salivating at the sight.

The two of you seemed to be dancing, swapping who was leading every few steps and it was weird to experience. But it was hot regardless, seeing him act so submissive yet dominant in a span of moments.

“Jesus, ‘course I do.” He takes his hand, pushing your underwear to the side, sliding his fingers through your slit.

He drags your arousal up to your clit, drawing fast circles over you that has your stomach clenching. You move his hand away, replacing it with the head of his cock, earning a shared moan from the two of you.

One hand is still tangled up in his hair as you sink down his length about half way before allowing a moment to adjust and take a breath.

“Still so fuckin’ tight Y/N. Anyone would think I’d never fucked y’with my cock before.” He moaned, hands cupping your ass and squeezing.

“Y’still feel huge, H.” You feel him pulse within you as you slide a little further down.

As you feel the stretch, you let out that tension on his hair— yanking it back more.

“Don’t— baby— you’re gonna make me come.” He moans, thighs tensing under you.

“Hold it.” You say, getting to the very base of him and rolling your hips against him.

“Shit…” He curses, and you lean forward to kiss his adams apple, licking a stripe up to his chin.

You begin bouncing on him, starting up a rhythm that has his eyes rolling back into his head.

His hand slides forward from your ass, and down to play with your clit.

The car was genuinely swaying, and with the way the both of you were panting, you were beginning to fog up the windows.

He pinches your clit, and you give a rough tug on his brown curls.

The two of you are undoing eachother, so fast it’s giving you whiplash.

The groans coming from him are unmatched though, and you never thought he’d be so into this.

“Fucking dirty, Harry. Didn’t think you’d love getting pulled on like this. Like a slut would.” Jerking his head back to meet your eyes again, his pupils are blown out with pleasure.

“Y/N—“ he moans, and you purposefully squeeze around his cock.

“Cant admit it, can you? That you’re just a fucking slut.” You say, holding him in place.

“I’m gonna— Jesus Christ— gonna come if you keep pulling on me like this.”

You bounce harder over his cock, kissing his jaw and lips as you ignore the burn in you legs and the pit of your stomach.

His fingers are fucking your clit with a matched pace to your bounces, and your resolve starts to crumble beneath you.

“Harry—“ you cry as his fingers slip all over your absolutely soaked clit.

“Come. Just fucking come on my cock, please!” He begs, and your whole body tenses as it happens.

You thighs are shaking as you come around his dick, so hard your digging the nails of your free hand into his shoulder. The other has got his hair in a vice-like grip.

That combined with the clenching of your cunt, Harry can’t hold it a second longer— his own moans are sounding seconds after yours.

“Fuckfuckfuck—“ he hisses, abs clenching as his warm ropes of come shoots into you.

It takes a moment to come down from your highs. And you’re both still shaking as you begin to untangle yourselves from one another.

“You’re probably gonna have a sore scalp tomorrow.” You laugh a little as he tucks himself gently back into his briefs, wincing a little at the sensitivity of his cock.

“Worth it, I guess…” he admits quietly.

“It’s hot you know? You pulling on my hair like that. Nearly came when you first did it.”

“Well fuck, I think it’s hot you like having your hair pulled.” You shrug, kissing his lips.

“M’ glad. Means you’ll do it again.”

“Anytime, Harry.” You smile, half joking, half not.

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[sunnylands-world]

Porn for Mr. styles

Pairing: Harry styles x Fem reader

Summary: your teacher finds out there's more to your good girl act…

Word count: 1'185

Warning: mentions of porn video, daddy kink, older man but the reader is in college, p in v in classroom, I think that's it

Universe: teacher x student

A/n: are you guys tired of Harry or want more 😏

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Harry was in his class teaching the lesson when a boy in the far off corner interrupted.

"A yo look at this shit. she's so hot what I'd give to fuck that pussy."

Mr. Styles' head whipped around fast enough to give someone whiplash. I don't get paid enough for this, he thought to himself.

"Mr. Fern, care to share with me why you just interrupted my class?" the boy stood to his feet, hands in the air.

"Hey man, she's for everyone." the boy said, finally meeting the last step and turned his screen to Harry who's eyes widened in shock. his thoughts ran mad. not you anyone but you. His A+ student, who hugged him, smiled and was well behaved. Why, he wondered. Your voice booming through the screen as you whimpered and moaned. He pushed the screen away, disappointed by what he saw. Class ended and he sat in his chair confused.

Why?

You were so smart and very attractive, if Harry could have looked at you that way he would have. You were kind, beautiful, and well mannered. Now Harry thought about it, he didn't ask about student and teacher relationships here at the college. He tried to push away the thoughts that crossed his mind. how you looked so good whimpering and whining and what you would look like screaming his name.

He let his mind tell him It was fine to look at you on the site. he typed it in. he looked and looked till he found your video clicking on it and in a heartbeat you were on top of a pink toy moving on it like your life depends on it and in a missed of the moment you said something that shocked the skin off his body.

"Harry, harder" you cried and your eyes shot open and you got up with fear on your face and cut the video. Now Harry knew there were other people with his name but what were the odds that you knew someone else named Harry? And if he was right that would mean…you were fantasizing about fucking him and he was doing the same.

So now he knew how you sounded saying his name and he found that night to be a restless one. He eventually shut his eyes deciding he'd discuss this with you at school the next day. He wondered if you'd even show or if you thought that he saw the video.

Was that the point all along?

He got up and dressed quickly heading to his class. He wanted to blame the pace he was moving at to get to the school on his morning coffee but he knew it was because of you…

As soon as he arrived at class he hesitated, not sure how to approach this so he just called you in.

you entered doing your usual hug and smile only this time Harry didn't do it back. you looked confused, pouting like you didn't know what you had done and Harry had to admit he admired your ability to hide what you had done for however long you had.

"Have I done something wrong Mr styles" you asked. He could think of a million things you did but he lightly smiled and decided to rip it off like a band aid. "

"ms.[Last name] I found you on a porn website."

You felt tears come to your eyes and were about to speak, afraid you'd lose everything you worked hard for but he cut you off.

"why?" he asked, his voice raised a bit and knowing you were probably leaving school you let out everything.

"I'm sorry, I just got a slight crush on you. you're so attractive Mr. styles! Your eyes, your hair, your voice-" you breathed.

"I did it because I wanted you to see me in the beginning and try to seduce you but after a while you hadn't and I just kept doing it hoping you would" your head fell in shame with tears on your face.

"I understand if you have me removed for this" you said in a low voice. He leaned across the desk

"no" he said, your headshot up surprised. He pulled you to his mouth and you moaned into his lips. your fingers begin to tug at his hair.

"Harry," you said breathlessly and he pulled back.

"yeah" he said

"fuck me" you said looking into his green eyes.

He stood from the chair, grabbing his belt and unbuckling it. He swiftly pulled his pants down, freeing his hard cock from his boxers.

"Come here princess, let daddy fuck you" he said, and like you were under a spell you pulled your clothes away and came to him. You kissed him roughly, his tip brushing your entrance and his head fell back.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna loss my job but I need to know what if feels like to be inside you" he said reaching between the two of you and stroking himself. You watch desperately and when his now dark green eyes meet yours he pulls you closer picking you up.

"Put your legs around my waist baby" he ordered slapping your thigh and you do as told letting out a gasp as he enters you making a snuggle for his cock. he grabbed your hips pulling you up and down his head falling back as yours comes forward into his neck to quiet your moaning and gasping as he pounds into your g-spot like he doesn't care if it makes you scream.

And although you want to be quiet for his sake and yours you can't seem to stop the loud noises coming from you and right into his ear.

"dear god [name], I'm gonna fall" he moans, pushing you up against the white board and thrusting into you again. you can't deny how hot and wet this makes you and you know you won't forget every time you see this board.

"Mr.styles'' you moaned out "yes princess," he answered, still rearranging your walls with each slam into your g-spot "it feels so good" you babble somehow fucked dumb already and Harry chuckles.

"I know, daddy's girl is taking his cock so well" he groans, kissing your neck with his teeth grazing it.

you nodded, feeding the older man's ego. He holds you tighter, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you steady and each thrust fills the class with a soft clap and ripple to your ass.

"you're so tight for daddy, squeezing his cock. Keeping him nice and warm, yeah?" he announced. you shiver, moaning and whimpering.

"daddy" you mutter against him.

"yes princess?" he groaned, gripping a handful of your ass.

"I'm gonna- I wanna" you stutter, your head falling back and he gently slaps your ass in warning for loud moans but he looks at you smugly. "cum for daddy" he whispered in your ear, tongue grazing the sensitive area. you let go, eyes rolling into the clouds and his name leaves your lips in a scream.

Hopefully Harry has a job Tomorrow…

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“Marry with me baby 💍”

Após seis anos longe, Louis retorna para a pequena fazendinha que trabalhou na adolescência, dessa vez noivo. Entretanto, as coisas mudaram e o pequeno harry não é mais tão pequeno e inocente como costumava ser, ou pior do que sempre fingiu ser.”

Esse smut contém:

Ltops/Hbottom

H!inter

Spanking

knife play

Sexo anal

e etc

Obs: Harry em roupas femininas e mais baixo que o Louis + diferença de idade

Louis: 27

Harry: 21

Desde já, peço perdão pelos erros ortográficos

Boa leitura!!!

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O doce e familiar aroma da fazenda, exatamente como Louis costumava se lembrar, é claro que agora ja era um homem barbado e não um adolescente bobo que aparava a grama e cuidava dos animais. Louis agora era um médico que estava noivo e contava as horas para contar para Desmond e Anne, que eram praticamente seus pais.

Quando Louis chegou, percebeu de cara que muitas coisas haviam mudado, como o balanço de madeira que tinha em frente a casa que já não se encontrava mais lá, Louis se lembrou do tempo em que passava horas sentado naquele balancinho estudando. A primeira pessoa que o viu foi Gemma, a filha mais velha do casal, ela correu em seus braços abraçando-o

— Louis, oh meu Deus, como está crescido — Ela o apertou forte em seus braços enquanto o mesmo acariciava seus cabelos — Que saudades, Lou!

— Senti saudades também Gemma, de todos vocês, onde estão seu pais? — Louis se separou dela segurando seu rosto com as duas mãos — Deus, eu nem consigo acreditar que conseguiu ficar ainda mais linda.

A menina corou sorrindo e escondendo seu rosto nas mãos de Louis. A verdade é que desde pequeno ele sempre foi muito atraente, exalava sensualidade e estava sempre sem camisa aparando a grama e fazendo os trabalhos pesados da fazenda. Gemma lembrava de quando trazia suas amigas para casa e todas elas ficavam babando por Louis na janela de seu quarto, isso deixava a garota enfurecida

— Papai e mamãe estão la dentro, estamos todos esperando por você, Harry está aqui também — o coração de Louis deu uma cambalhota e começou a errar as batidas.

Ah o pequeno Harry styles, a pessoa mais doce que Louis já conheceu. Quando Louis começou a trabalhar na fazenda para pagar sua faculdade com seus vinte e dois anos, conheceu o menino mais bonito que seus olhos tiveram o prazer de ver.

Harry era apenas um garotinho de quinze anos que adorava chamar a atenção do mais velho, sabia que Louis perdia a cabeça todas as vezes que o via com aquelas saias curtinhas que usava, era apenas uma criança mas ele sabia demais pra sua idade, sabia mexer com cada homem que chegava naquela fazenda.

Foi quando ouviu aquele nome que se lembrou de tudo que aconteceu ali, especificamente, da primeira vez que aconteceu:

“ Era um dia chuvoso na fazenda, Harry balançava seus pezinhos enquanto observava Louis trabalhar na chuva. Seus músculos de fora e seu cabelo molhado esquentavam o menino de uma forma que ele não compreendia.

— Louis — o menino gritou chamando a atenção do mais velho, com aquele sorriso malicioso enquanto girava um cachinho em seu dedo.

Louis rapidamente se aproximou

— Desembucha — Disse grosso, mas pense comigo, o menino era um perdição. Louis escutou muitas vezes dos outros funcionários que ele faria de tudo para conseguir o que queria, era apenas uma criança, mas Louis sabia o quanto era safado.

— Sabe que não precisa trabalhar nessa chuva — O cacheado afastou-se para o lado do balanço indicando com a mão que Louis deveria se sentar do seu lado, Louis queria morrer por desejá-lo tanto — Venha aqui, eu não mordo.

Aquele sorriso era a perdição de qualquer um, ele sabia que provocava, sabia que ninguém conseguiria resistir a seu charme de bom moço

— Tenho muito trabalho a fazer, Styles — Louis viu quando o sorriso do menino desapereceu aparecendo um bico irritado — Porque não vai brincar de boneca, hm?

— Isso é coisa de criança — ele cruzou os braços irritado e aumentando seu biquinho emburrado — Eu não sou criança.

Louis riu, o menino tinha apenas quinze anos

— Não boneca, você é praticamente um bebê — ele finalmente obedeceu o pedido do menino se sentando ao seu lado — O que você quer?

O menino logo substituiu a carinha emburrada por um sorrisinho malicioso, ele foi chegando mais perto de Louis até que estivesse com a boca em seu ouvido

— Você sabe o que eu quero — Ele mordeu e chupou o lóbulo do mais velho — Quero sua atenção amor, você pode ser fazer de sonso, mas eu sei que você me quer também, eu vejo o jeito que você olha pra mim

Louis se esforçou pra não gemer. Não podia acreditar no que estava ouvindo, é claro que sabia da fama de Harry, ele era um garoto problema, sempre indo atrás de diversão na quartinho dos funcionários, se exibindo com aqueles shorts curtos que o cacheado insistia em usar. Louis sabia, ele escutava sempre dos outros funcionários o que o menino fazia mas ele nunca imaginou que iria acontecer com ele.

— Harry — Rosnou, ele não queria perdeu a paciência, Harry era só uma criança querendo chamar atenção dos pais — Pare com isso

— Você quer me destruir — Ele chupou mais forte dessa vez, subindo em cima de uma das coxas de Louis e esfregando sua intimidade — Eu quero que você me destrua, quero que me foda pra caralho até estar satisfeito, eu vou ser sua putinha.

Ele começou a rebolar com mais força, seus lábios se movendo para o pescoço branquinho de Louis que não aguentou e segurou sua nuca

— Você quer saber o que eu tenho aqui pra você? Você sabe porque fica tão excitado quando me vê? hm? — Louis negou com a cabeça imerso ao prazer

Foi quando Harry sorriu pegando a mão do mais velho e levando pra sua intimidade.

Quando Louis sentiu aquela bocetinha molhada ele jura que poderia morrer ali mesmo. O tecido da calcinha renda roçando em sua mão junto com o gozo que escorria de Harry, era demais pra um adolescente com pouca experiência como Louis

— Caralho bebê — Foi a única coisa que Louis conseguiu dizer

— Você gostou amor? Gostou da minha bucetinha, ela é sua sabia? — O mais velho apenas concordou com a cabeça, imerso ao prazer, mas ele sabia que era errado

— Você sabe que não podemos, sabe disso boneca — Harry se irritava a cada vez que o tratavam como uma criança, como um objeto proibido que ninguém pode tocar.

— Nós podemos sim e você quer isso tanto quanto eu, eu sei que quer — Dessa vez ele foi além, moveu sua mão livre até o pau do mais velho, ainda coberto com a calça, e moveu pra cima e pra baixo

Louis tinha que admitir que estava perdendo as estribeiras. A fricção do ziper era muito boa e o conjunto da mão delicada de Harry o deixava louco

— Eu só quero a sua atenção, só isso, parece que você se faz de sonso quando me vê — Ele começou a se esfregar nos dedos de Louis enquanto mexia a mão em seu pau — Me beije Louis — Ele gemeu quando o mesmo envolveu toda a sua mão em sua buceta, apertando como uma concha — Por favor, me beije, eu só quero você

— Bebê, pare, eu não vou conseguir me segurar — Harry puxou seu lábio inferior com os dentes, forte o suficiente pra fazer o mais velho gemer

— Eu não quero, não quero que se segure —Louis fechou os olhos tentando buscar em seu cérebro um pouco de alto controle

Foi quando Harry começou a rebolar nos dedos do mais velho em busca de seu próprio prazer, ele estava tão envolvido que nem sequer percebeu quando Louis agarrou seus peitinhos, beliscando e puxando, fazendo Harry gemer alto

— Eu vou te dar o que você quer, só dessa vez — Ele deixou selinhos nos lábios de Harry antes de morder os mesmos puxando entre os dentes, o menino repetiu baixinho e imerso “só dessa vez” — Eu não quero ver você com nenhum homem dessa fazenda, ninguém daqui te merece, nem mesmo eu. Quero que depois disso você arranje um moleque da sua idade e que te trate bem e te dê o respeito que você merece. Você vai fazer isso bebê?

Harry concordou com a cabeça e voltou se remexer na mão de Louis, o mais velho pegou a mão de Harry que estava em seu pau e a levou até os lábios a beijando, nunca parando o carinho na boceta do menino

— Meu menino lindo — As palavra de Louis so serviam pra afetar mais o cacheado. Ele se empurrava tanto em sua mão que o balanço batia na parede fortemente com seus movimentos, a sorte deles é que todos estavam na cidade fazendo compras e por conta da chuva demorariam mais, além de ser o dia de folga dos funcionários. O único que não se dava o luxo disso, era Louis

— Lou… E-Eu ‘tô perto — O mais velho sorriu começando a dedar o menino por cima da calcinha, que gemeu jogando a cabeça pra trás — Não-não para

— Não vou bebê — Ele aumentou a velocidade e viu harry morder os lábios, foi quando o segurou pela nunca o beijando forte, sentindo o menino se desfazer em seus dedos

As línguas se mexiam da forma mais erótica possível enquanto Louis continuava mexendo os dedos no menino, prolongando seu orgasmo. O beijo desajeitado fazendo Styles babar

— Você é a coisinha mais linda que eu já coloquei os olhos boneca — Louis sorriu entre o beijo e Harry fez o mesmo beijando o mais velho ardentemente, ainda imerso. Louis continuou movendo sua mão na bocetinha do menino, prolongado seu prazer — Vai fazer tudo que prometeu, hm?

Quando Harry escondeu seu rosto no pescoço de Louis, não respondendo a pergunta, o mais velho soube que estava fodido”

As lembranças percorreram a mente Louis. Todas as noites quentes ao lado de Harry, escondidos e parando os beijos para observar se alguém estava vindo. Por um momento, Louis sorriu lembrando de tudo isso.

— Lou? — Ele voltou de seu transe ao ver Gemma balançando a mão de um lado para o outro — Você está bem?

— E-Estou… Estou sim — Ele deu um sorriso amarelo tentando disfarçar tudo que aconteceu ao ouvir aquele nome — Onde estávamos? Ah sim… Seus pais e Harry

A menina desconfiou por um tempo e tentou buscar algo em sua mente que ao dizer desconfigurou o mais alto

— Bem… — Ela limpou a garganta — Eles estão lá dentro, vamos entrar — Louis sorriu em resposta e Gemma deu um beijo em sua bochecha — Esqueci de te dar isso, espero que goste! — A menina corou tímida e mas logo relaxou quando Louis fez o mesmo, retribuindo seu beijo

Gemma segurou em sua mão correndo e puxando o menino para dentro, que sorriu ao lembrar dos tempos em que corriam para a piscina após um dia cheio de trabalho.

Ao entrar na casa, a primeira coisa que sentiu foi o cheiro delicioso de sobremesa – talvez algo como pudim – e o mesmo inundou suas narinas. Aquele sentimento de estar em casa aconchegou o coração do mais velho.

— Mãe, Louis chegou — ela puxou o menino ate a cozinha onde Anne se virou animada, correndo para lhe dar um abraço

— Ai meu deus, Louis!!! — O abraço foi tão apertado quem por alguns segundos Louis pensou que eu ia desmaiar

— Oi Tia Anne. Incrível como as mulheres dessa família ficam cada vez mais lindas — Anne sorriu e deu tapinha de leve no braço de Louis

— Você que está lindo meu filho, como cresceu. Gemma chame seu pai pra ver o Louis — Gemma saiu correndo e subiu as escadas para chamar seu pai — Sua mãe me contou que agora é médico, ah, estou tão orgulhosa de você meu filho — Ela agarrou Louis de novo o que fez o mais novo sorrir

— Obrigado, Tia Anne. Eu não seria nada se não fosse vocês — Ele notou quando uma lágrima solitária escorreu dos olhos de Anne — Está chorando?

— O quê? Não meu filho, foi apenas um cisco — Louis sorriu

Louis não estava mentindo quando disse que não estaria formado se não fosse por eles. Era apenas um adolescente que não tinha luxo para entrar em medicina. Por muito tempo o mesmo cogitou desistir de seus sonhos pois não tinha dinheiro o suficiente para pagar a faculdade, foi quando Desmond o chamou para trabalhar na fazenda.

Desmond desceu as escadas um pouco mais rápido que o normal. Estava mais velho do que da última vez em que Louis o viu mas não perdeu o estilo, sempre usando as botas chiques de fazendo e os cintos extravagantes

— Louis, meu garoto — O mais velho o abraçou acompanhado de tapinhas nas costas naquele jeito grosso de homens — Como está grande, sua noiva está te dando fermento? — O menino riu da piada do mais velho e se sentiu em casa mais uma vez

— Senhor Desmond, como o senhor está?

— Ah, eu estou bem meu rapaz, recentemente operei da catarata. Usei óculos escuros por dias, me senti como Elvis Presley naqueles filmes hollywoodianos — ninguém segurou a gargalhada e Louis fez o mesmo

Anne olhou para os dois lados como se estivesse procurando por algo

— Oh meu Deus, onde está Harry? Que falta de educação daquele menino — Ela cruzou os braços irritada

— Acho que está na casa da árvore mamãe, posso ir chamar ele se quiser — Gemma disse — Louis, vem comigo — Ela puxou o mais velho de novo e Louis percebeu o quanto ela estava forte.

— Eu volto em um segundo — Louis gritou enquanto saiu pela porta que dava até o quintal

E de novo, nada havia mudado. A piscina estava do mesmo jeito, a plantação florida como sempre e a casinha da árvore de Harry estava igual a como sempre foi

— Ele está la em cima, se quiser eu vou chamá-lo mas eu não acho que ele vai me escutar. Harry fez drama por que não queria pudim e sim bolo de chocolate, mas eu falei para a mamãe que você gosta de pudim e que ele estava sendo egois…

— Tudo bem Gemma, eu vou chamá-lo — O menino interrompeu a mesma enquanto segurava suas bochechas com as duas mãos, ele deixou um beijo casto na testa dela antes de subir as escadas — Pode ir, encontro você na sala— A menina saiu saltitante e Louis sorriu

Louis subiu a escadinha de madeira cujo fora pintada de branco com alguns detalhes imitando petalas de rosa, Harry era um menino muito criativo.

Ao chegar no último degrau, seus olhos brilharam. Lá estava Harry. sentado de costas com os cabelos na altura do ombro, uma regata branca curta no estilo cropped e a saia de pregas xadrez preta. Seus pés estavam descalços e ele balançava-os para fora da casinha.

— Oi bichinho — o mais velho sorriu. Foi quando Harry saiu de seu transe olhando para trás e bufando

— O que você quer, Louis Tomlinson? — o menino se virou para olhar Louis e enrolou um dedo nos cachinhos, enrolando-os

Louis entrou na casinha meio inclinado ja que a mesma era muito baixa e sentou-se na frente de Harry, colocando um cacho solitário atras de sua orelha

— Assim você magoa meu coração, bichinho — Harry deu um tapa na mão de Louis que se assustou com o movimento repentino — Harr-

O mais velho sentiu a bochecha queimar de repente, Harry havia lhe acertado um tapa

— Não me chame assim. Não quando me ignorou por dois anos completos — um bico formou-se nos lábios do garoto e seus olhos esverdeados se encheram de lágrimas — Eu te mandei cartas todos os dias e você nem sequer respondeu, aposto que nem se deu o trabalho de pega-las.

Harry soluçou e lágrimas escorreram por seu rosto

— Bichinho, não chore — O mais velho correu para abraça-lo e Harry desabou em seus ombros — Você entendeu tudo errado bebê, não fiz por mal.

— Como eu posso ter entendido errado — sua fala saiu abafada no ombro do mais velho — você não me ama

— Ei! bebê, olhe pra mim — ele segurou Harry pelo queixo — Eu me mudei bebê, foi apenas isso, tentei avisar para sua mãe ou até para Desmond mas o carteiro me avisou que seus pais nunca saem para pegar as cartas

Ele alisou o rosto do mais novo acalmando-o. O menino relaxou as poucos se entregando ao carinho do mais velho

— Você ainda me ama? — Harry perguntou com um bico nos lábios

— Oh bebê, claro que sim. Você é meu menino lindo — o mais novo sussurrou um baixo “seu” e Louis segurou seu rosto com as duas mãos — Eu te amo, meu bichinho

O carinho era muito bom, ou seria, se Harry não tivesse sentido o gelado nos dedos do mais velho. Ele olhou de canto de olho e viu o brilho nos dedos de Louis - mais especificamente no dedo anelar, mão esquerda- um anel de noivado

Harry estapeou rapidamente a mão do mesmo para fora de seu rosto

— Não encoste em mim

— Bebê? O qu- — Outro tapa certeiro acertou o rosto de Louis

— Meu deus, como eu sou burro — Ele se afastou rapidamente de Louis, engatinhando como um bebê para o outro lado da casinha — Como eu pode pensar que você não estaria com ninguém. E você tem coragem de tocar em mim com esse anel no seu dedo, seu cafajeste! — O menino juntou os joelhos escondendo o rosto neles e começando a chorar

— Bichinho — Louis estava atordoado, não sabia o que falar.

Não esperava que Harry nota-se sua aliança – Maldito seja, ele devia te–lá escondido – agora não sabia mais o que dizer ao menino

— Eu vou de-descer — Gaguejou com um soluço — e eu não espero que venha atrás de mim, não quando me traiu desse jeito — o menino reuniu todas as suas forças para descer a escadinha, mas antes de perder Louis de seu campo de visão, ele disse — Eu espero que faça bom proveito da sua noiva e que tenha fodido ela bem antes de vim, porque você nunca mais vai encostar em mim. Espero que ela seja mais gostosa que eu, seu… seu — Ele caiu no choro descendo as escadas, deixando um Louis atordoado e sem palavras.

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O quadro “O beijo” do pintor austríaco Gustav Klimt foi por muito tempo representado como uma obra romântica e que visava o amor, entretanto, ao avaliar a obra com com cuidado, percebe-se que ela da ênfase para emoções como: Tristeza, desconforto e ansiedade, desconforto sendo a que mais resumia Louis no momento.

Durante todo o jantar, Harry fez questão de provoca-lo. Além de estar usando uma saia curtíssima ele ainda insistia em esbarrar no volume do mais velho usando a desculpa de que tinha sido sem intenção. Louis nunca quis tanto foder a marra dele pra fora.

Após o jantar, a família acendeu um fogueira no quintal na intenção de comer alguns milhos e marshmallow assados. Conversaram sobre como ia a vida de cada um dando uma atenção a mais a vida de Louis, que no momento estava longe da conversa e perdido em seus pensamentos com Harry. Depois do jantar o menino havia subido para seu quarto com a desculpa de que estava cansado e precisava preparar seus cachos para o dia de amanhã, o que Louis sabia que era uma mentira, pois o mais novo so fazia isso quando lavava o cabelo e ele tem certeza que Harry já tinha feito isso de manhã.

Mesmo com toda a desconfiança, o mesmo preferiu acompanhar a família de Harry nas conversas e evitar o máximo o menino, pois dois podiam jogar esse jogo da provocação. Porém os olhos de Louis já ameaçavam fechar e mesmo que ele quisesse focar nos assuntos debatidos, ele não conseguia. Foi quando se deu por vencido e resolveu subir para descansar

Se despediu de toda a família e amigos da fazenda com beijos e abraços, e gargalhou alto quando Anne brincou que ele precisava de uma escapadinha para falar com a noiva. A verdade é que Louis não deixava transparecer, mas estava furioso, Harry havia lhe acertado dois tapas e ainda o provocou o jantar inteiro, na frente da família. Apesar da fúria ele tentou dormir, mas simplesmente não conseguia tirar o moreno da cabeça, foi quando ele ouviu

Era um gemido baixinho e manhoso, acompanhado de um som que se assemelhava muito a famosa punheta. O mais velho se levantou rapidamente ainda meio atordoado e com sono, seu quarto sendo ao lado do de Harry. Ele abriu as cortinas e viu.

Aaron James estava se masturbando enquanto olhava pela janela de Harry. O sangue de Louis esquentou e ele queria quebrar o rosto de James. Tudo pareceu pior quando o menino falou “rebola pra mim, delícia”, foi a gota d’água

Louis saiu de seu quarto correndo e se dirigiu ao quarto ao lado, esmurrava a porta esperando o menino abrir

— Abre essa porra, Harry! — ele disse com o sangue quente, estava tão estressado que nem conseguia raciocinar

Quando o menino abriu a porta atordoado, vestindo apenas um robe de cetim rose e uma lingerie da mesma cor, Louis o empurrou para dentro do quarto novamente

— O que porra você acha que está fazendo? — O mais velho segurou seu queixo com força prendendo-o na parede e desferiu um tapa forte em sua bochecha — Hein caralho, que porra foi essa?

—Eu-eu não… não estava fazendo nada, só trocando de roupa — O menino realmente parecia confuso - apenas parecia pois por dentro ele tinha consciência do que estava fazendo — Lou…está me machucando — ele manhou e o mais velho o soltou rapidamente esfregando as mãos no cabelo

— Mas que caralho! — esbravejou tentando voltar a si. Foi quando ele viu a janela aberta e olhou para Aaron, que estava perdido ainda com a mão dentro das calças. Louis cuspiu e fechou a janela com um baque.

Styles deu um pulinho assustado com o barulho da janela. Ele sabia que Louis estava puto e isso o deixava quente pra cacete. ele queria que Louis perdesse a paciência desde o jantar, conseguiu o que queria.

— Você sabia que esse filho da puta estava te olhando pela janela? — Louis não parava de rodar o quarto atordoado e o mais baixo se sentou na cadeira de sua escrivaninha

— O quê? Não! — Ele sabia

— Porque você deixa essa boceta de janela aberta então? — Louis apontou para a janela antes de ir até Harry e o puxar pelos ombros, encostando-o na parede de novo — Que caralho, Harry! O filha da puta estava batendo uma pra você, cacete. Você é uma puta burra o suficiente pra não ter visto isso?

Harry não conseguia se controlar quando Tomlinson se referia a ele assim, ele ia gemer

— Responda, cacete! Você queria ele trepando contigo vagabunda? — Ele balançou o menino em seus braços e Harry gemeu. Ele sussurrou baixinho apenas pra si mesmo“eu quero você”.

Foi quando Louis percebeu que estava fora de controle e soltou o menino. Ele se sentou na cama e esfregou o rosto com as duas mãos. Harry estava pronto pra ser pego com força mas se sentiu extremamente atordoado e confuso quando isso não aconteceu.

— Desculpe… Eu só- — o mesmo correu até ele o calando com um beijo e o mais velho retribuiu. Era bom sentir aquele corpo no seu de novo, fazia tanto tempo desde a última vez que estiveram juntos.

Harry não era mais aquela criança maliciosa, não, ele era pior que isso. O menino agia como um profissional durante o beijo. Louis tentava controlar mas não conseguia, era como se Harry tentasse o deixar com raiva.

O mais velho segurou sua cintura fininha e levou a mão esquerda até sua bunda, apertando aquela região. Louis franziu o cenho em prazer quando finalmente colocou suas mãos naquele lugar. Harry estava tão crescido, seu corpo havia mudado, estava mais… Gostoso.

Rebolou em cima do mais velho, praticamente se jogando em cima dele. Louis o levantou segurando sua bunda e o jogou na cama, ficando por cima

— Você é tão lindo — Ele interrompeu o beijo acariciando a bochecha do mais novo — Porra, se você soubesse o quanto eu sou apaixonado por você.

o menino sorriu malicioso.

— Então tira isso — Ele sinalizou com a cabeça para sua aliança, aquela cuja a mão estava repousada em sua bochecha.

— Hazzy…

Ele não esperou uma resposta, muito menos uma atitude do mais velho. O menino segurou sua mão maliciosamente e levou ate seus lábios, beijando calmamente a ponta dos seus dedos.

Louis suspirou o observando, ele era tão quente. O menino começou a chupar seu polegar, primeiro pela ponta, depois levando o dedo inteiro na boca. Ele fez o mesmo com o indicador e o dedo médio, ate que chegou no anelar

— Eu vou resolver isso pra você — Louis revirou os olhos quando o menino começou a chupar seu dedo anelar. Era quase como um boquete no mesmo, o menino fazia aquilo com tanta maestria que se Louis não fosse um homem adulto, ele teria gozado.

Ele pensou que sua sanidade não podia ir mais ate o fim que isso, mas convenhamos, era Styles. O menino apertou seus dentes na aliança do mais velho, e chupou novamente, dessa vez retirando a de seu dedo com seus dentes.

— Porra! — Louis havia perdido o controle, ele voltou a beijar Harry com muito desejo. As línguas escapando e a saliva escorrendo para o queixo do mais novo, devido o beijo desengonçado. Louis segurou seu lábio inferior com os dentes até sentir o gosto de sangue do menino, foi quando ele sorriu virando Harry de bruços.

A lingerie do menino era um fio dental tão fino que Louis poderia rasgar com seus dentes. O pau do homem se contorceu com o pensamento e uma voz calma e aveludada soou em seus ouvidos “faça”. Ele fez.

Harry gemeu atordoado ao sentir a calcinha se rasgando, a fricção dos dentes do homem que insistiam em raspar no seu bumbum, fizeram ele se debater na cama como um brat teimoso.

O mais velho segurou ambos os lados de seu bumbum, separando-os para ter uma visão melhor de sua entradinha.

— Isso aqui — ele deslizou o dedo na entradinha apertada do mais novo e o menino se contorceu com aquele gesto tão simples — Eu morreria pra comer seu cuzinho, Harry.

O menino sibilou um “papai” que deixou conseguiu deixar Louis louco.

— Quem é o papai? — ele perguntou enquanto colocava apenas a pontinha do dedo para dentro

Harry choramingou repetindo a mesma coisa “Por favor Papai”

— Responde Harry, quem é o papai? — o menino esfregou seu rostinho no travesseiro de forma inocente, quando o mais velho virou seu corpinho agressivamente, tirando do bolso seu canivete.

— Eu te fiz uma pergunta porra, quem é o papai hein caralho? — Ele aproximou o canivete da bucetinha do menino. A lamina fria entrando em contato com aquela região enquanto Louis fazia movimentos, pra cima e pra baixo.

Harry agonizou, tentando esconder o rostinho no travesseiro apenas por se sentir tão sujo por gostar daquilo.

— Você- Você é meu papai — Um gemido agonizante escapou de Harry quando o mais velho começou a moer a lâmina em sua bucetinha, esfregando em pressionando em um ritmo de masturbação.

Em certo momento, Louis pressionou a ponta da lamina bem em cima de seu clítoris vermelhinho e moveu a mão pra cima e pra baixo, como se desejasse perfura-lo

— Lou — O aperto aumentou e Harry gemeu — Pa-Papai, você vai… vai machucar o hazzy, papai. — Mesmo com a suplica, ele não parou.

Seguiu pressionando a ponta afiada do canivete naquela região até que a pressão foi tanto que Harry gozou. O homem logo se abaixou para lamber aquela região enquanto o mais novo agonizava no travesseiro. A barba por fazer de Louis raspando na bocetinha depilada do menino faziam com que a fricção aumentasse e logo ela começou a esquentar de novo.

Foi quando Louis subiu a cabeça e desferiu dois tapas na boceta vermelha do menino.

— Se ousar me bater de novo, putinha — Ele segurou fortemente o rosto de Harry, apertando, e aproximou o canivete de seu clítoris movendo a ponta pra cima e pra baixo, numa velocidade rápida e com força — Eu corto isso aqui fora, eu juro por Deus. — Finalizou cuspindo no rostinho de Harry.

Ele acertou mais dois tapas no rostinho babado de Harry e logo em seguida moveu os dedos para sua bocetinha

— Vagabunda de merda, aposto que nem sabe quantos já comeram isso aqui, hm? — Harry tentou controlar a respiração, puxando o pescoço do mais velho para um beijo quente, e aconteceu.

O beijo era descoordenado até certo ponto, pois o desejo era tanto que eles nem sequer sabiam como se controlar. As línguas se moviam numa dança quente enquanto Harry gemia no beijo por conta do movimento dos dedos do mais velho. Louis agora masturbava Harry com tanta maestria que sua bocetinha já vermelha esquentava muito, mais do que ele um dia pensou ser capaz

Quando o mais velho interrompeu o beijo puxando e mordendo o lábio inferior de Styles, ele sentiu como se Louis quisesse arrancar um pedaço dele e guardar pra sempre, apenas para mostrar que ele era de Tomlinson.

Ele finalmente arrancou o sutiã de renda que Harry usava, e não pensem que foi com gentileza - Louis usou o canivete para partir ao meio. - Sua boca logo se moveu para os mamilos durinhos de Harry, que se contorceu na cama levantando as costas em prazer

Queria tanto mais do que apenas aquilo, ele queria tudo de Louis, ele queria tudo do seu homem.

Em uma falsa inocência enquanto o mais velho chupava seus mamilos por cima, o menino moveu sua mão ate a calça de moletom de Louis, como o homem já não usava camisa era uma peça a menos.

Agarrou o pau já duro de Louis sobre a calça e começou o movimento de vai e vem por cima da mesma. Louis gemeu e puxou o mamilo durinho entre os dentes. a mente de Harry deu voltas.

Eles passaram longos segundos olhando um para o outro. Louis tinha um semblante nervoso e atordoado, quente e vermelho como sol de fim de tarde. Já Harry era uma mistura de inocência e confusão com muita, muita ambição. Os olhos de ambos exalavam desejo e quando o mais novo colocou sua mãozinha dentro das calças de Tomlinson, ele viu e se lembrou de todas as vezes, aquela maldita virada de olho.

Começou uma punheta leve e sem sentido, mexendo-se pra cima e pra baixo numa falta de coordenação que era torturante de tão boa. Louis agarrou a mão do menino para que ele segurasse com mais força e o mesmo sorriu

— Foda minha mão — Harry disse

Os escrúpulos foram todos para o ar e Louis começou a se mover implacavelmente sobre a pequena mãozinha de Harry. Os quadris movendo-se tão rápido que batiam na pélvis do mais novo, enquanto seu pau saia e voltava para fora da mão do menino, como se fode-se o buraco do mesmo.

Harry abriu a boca e começou a gemer com a língua pra fora, fechou os olhos e Louis lhe acertou uma tapa forte

— Olhe pra mim vagabunda, e mantenha a língua pra fora — Ele fez o que lhe foi dito. Os gemidos saiam cem vezes mais sensuais com a língua daquela forma.

Louis em um desejo sujo e quente, enfiou dois dedos na boca do menino e começou a foder sua boca, como se fosse um boquete. Os movimentos eram fortes e secos, era como se Louis nem se importasse com a segurança de Harry e o menino se odiava tanto por gostar pra caralho daquilo.

O mais velho adicionou mais um dedo e em um segundo se transformou em quatro dedos fodendo a boca do menino. Ele foi indo até o fundo, descontrolado enquanto os quadris não paravam de se mexer, fodendo dois buracos daquele doce menino.

A fricção ficou mais forte, os dedos entrando e saindo, alcançando lugares que Harry não sabia se aguentaria, foi quando ele começou a engasgar e Louis aumentou os movimentos. Os quadris batendo tão forte um no outro que quem passasse no corredor teria certeza do que estavam fazendo. O barulho do engasgo começou e foi se tornando cada vez mais alto com o tempo, até que Tomlinson parou de se movimentar e fez o mesmo com seu pau, tirando da mão do menino, a cada segundo mais duro e mais necessitado. Não era a hora

Não, não era

O som que os dedos fizeram quando saíram da boca de Harry, foi erótico suficiente para fazer o menino se contorcer na cama e gemer. A garganta ardendo como o inferno e as bochechas vermelhas como um anjo esculpido por deuses, porém sujo, muito sujo.

Louis acertou dois tapas em cada lado delas e ordenou que o menino abrisse a boca, ele fez e o mesmo cuspiu.

— Engula — Harry engoliu de bom grado, como se fosse a coisa mais deliciosa que ele ja tinha provado. Olhou para Louis com seus olhos grandes e lacrimejando — O que eu faço com você, hm?

Ele abaixou o olhar e apertou agarrou seus peitos com as mãos, apertando.

— Papai, foda-os — Disse Harry olhando para o mesmo

— Oh não bichinho, não agora — Ele acariciou o rostinho do mais novo com a ponta dos dedos, apertando seu narizinho redondo e empinado. Moveu mão para os seios de Harry e os acariciou, o menino gemeu — O papai vai fazer uma coisa melhor com você. Vira pro papai e empina, amor.

Harry sorriu abaixando o olhar, ele se virou colocando um travesseiro abaixo do quadril e empinando mais. Tomlinson ficou sem reação, era óbvio que o corpo de Harry tinha mudado desde lá atras, mas ele não imaginava que o menino ia ficar mais gostoso assim - Oras, era Harry, como ele não pensou nisso?

Louis, que nesse momento se encontrava na ponta da cama, observava o quanto o menino estava atordoado. Styles se mexia de um lado pro outro enquanto o mais velho apenas admirava toda aquela agonia do menino.

— Papai? — Ele chamou

— Hm?

— Papai, por Deus — o menino gemeu em clara agonia e excitação

Louis sorriu de lado e finalmente colocou suas mãos na bundinha redonda de Harry. Ele gemeu e se empinou de encontro com as mãos do mesmo. Era tão tentador, olhar aquele menino tão inocente daquela forma.

As carícias seguiram em ritmo lento e torturante, a todo momento Louis observava o liquido que escorria da bocetinha do menino, era tão quente, algo que ele só sentia com Harry. Tentado, ele afastou as duas bandas do bumbum do menino para observar sua entrada.

Piscando como uma vadia

Ele pensou. Não resistiu em pressionar seu dedão na entrada do menino e um gemido brutal saltou a garganta de Harry

— Calma, bichinho — Ele pressionou mais fundo

— Lou- Lou — uma lágrima solitária escorreu pelo seu rosto — Tá’ me torturando, por favor

— Fica calmo, porra — O tapa que o mesmo deu fez o menino se empinar para frente — O papai já vai entrar em você.

Ele continuou pressionando o polegar no mesmo lugar, a entrada do mais novo piscando em volta do seu dedo era algo que fazia todos os sentidos de Louis se remexerem e gritarem.

logo ele entrou no mais novo de vez, o aperto em seu polegar quente como o inferno. Um gemido fino saindo de uma só de Harry e fazendo com que seu corpo saltasse mais uma vez pra frente. O rostinho angelical pressionado contra o travesseiro enquanto ele estava uma loucura, Louis sorriu

— Vagabunda! — Em seguida, um tapa foi desferido no rosto do mais novo e o polegar do mais velho - finalmente - começou a se mover — Cacete, como você é apertado.

Era uma tortura, uma tortura lenta e agoniante. Harry tentou se mexer e livrar-se daquele ritmo porém o mais alto agarrou em seu quadris o obrigando a ficar parado, maldito Tomlinson.

O ritmo era tão lento e torturante, mas ao mesmo tempo era bom e sujo. Harry queria ter forças para reclamar e mudar o mesmo, sentia-se tão frágil e sujo e o pior era que isso não o incomodava, mas o fazia pingar de tanta excitação.

As coisas pioraram quando Louis moveu a mão que se encontrava no quadril do mais novo para sua bocetinha molhada e quente, o menino gemeu e começou a balançar os quadris.

“Foda essa putinha”

A voz soou em sua mente, começando a mover a mão inteira na boceta pequena do menino, seus olhos rolaram pelo quarto e por um momento ele sentiu-se claustrofóbico. Porra, tudo era uma bagunça tão suja. A mão inteira moendo na boceta de Harry enquanto o menino se movia para trás e para frente como uma cadela desesperada, o polegar sendo esmagado por aquele aperto quente e delicioso.

O mais velho se moveu para frente beijando as costas empinadas de Harry e lambeu até que chegasse em seu cuzinho, ele cuspiu e retirou seu polegar, voltando com dois de seus dedos desta vez.

— P-Papai, hm — um gemido esganiçado saltou da garganta de Harry quando os dedos começaram a se mover — Papai é-é demais

— Não amor — ele empurrou de uma vez — Você aguenta

A fricção em sua bocetinha aumentou, a mão se movendo inteira cada vez mais rápido e molhado. Harry estava escorrendo em toda a mão do mais velho, o gozo ja corria por entre os dedos de Louis mas mesmo assim ele continuava.

— Eu quero você esguichando pra mim, cadela

— P-Papai não consigo, seu pau — a resposta de Louis veio em forma de tapa. A esta altura, o rosto do doce menino já se encontrava vermelho

— Pare de ser tão cadela — ele voltou a mover a mão em Harry, que agonizou e se contraiu nos dedos e na mão de Louis.

Louis ansiava por ver seu menino esguichando depois de tanto tempo. Ele lembrava da primeira vez que isso aconteceu quando ele era bem novo, agora era diferente.

Foi quando Harry atingiu o orgasmo esguichando toda a mão do mais velho, os gemidos saindo de uma forma descontrolada e seu colchão molhava ainda mais pela forma que ele se debatia.

— Caralho, bebê — ele removeu seus dedos de dentro do menino e lambeu seu perímetro, até que chegasse na bocetinha molhada e pulsante, Louis começou uma sucção para prolongar o orgasmo do menino e Harry se sentia muito distante daquela realidade — Bichinho, acorde — O mais velho o chamou enquanto dava tapinhas em sua bunda, foi assim que Harry voltou a realidade.

— Não consigo me me-mexer, papai — O sorriso cafajeste não demorou para aparecer nos lábios de Louis, era satisfatório ver o menino daquela forma, principalmente depois de toda aquela provocação.

O mais velho o virou colocando o com as costas na cama, assim ele conseguiu ver seu rostinho

Porra

Destruído

— O papai vai realizar seu desejo agora — Harry abriu os olhos cansado e se forçou a rir

— Tá’ tudo bem, papai — os olhinhos lutando para se manterem abertos — O hazzy está cansadinho

Tão angelical

Tão putinha

— Oh, o Hazzy está mesmo recusando o papai? — os olhos do mais novo se arregalaram e ele já abria os lábios para se explicar — Não, Não. O papai vai te dizer algo, ok? Eu não terminei com você ainda bichinho — Louis acariciou a bochecha do mais novo e desceu os dedos até seu lábio inferior, puxando-o entre eles — Sabe que o papai vai ficar triste se não terminar, certo?

Um falso biquinho surgiu nos lábios do mais velho, era pura manipulação.

Louis aproximou seu rosto do mais novo e pode sentir sua respiração próxima ao seu rosto. Ele foi mais sádico, começou por sua orelha e terminou em sua boca, Louis lambeu seu rosto, e chupou seu lábio inferior.

— Pede pro papai te comer vai — O sorriso cafajeste surgindo no mais velho, o rosto agoniado de Harry, se remexendo e acostumando-se com o pós orgasmo.

— Papai, não aguento, por favor... — Um prazer incrível consumiu o corpo de Harry. Louis moveu seu pau para perto da bucetinha do mais novo, esfregando-se naquele lugar quente e molhado. Gemidos manhosos e baixinhos brotando no quarto.

— Bebê, o papai vai com carinho, vamos — O glande vermelha se movendo com tanta dedicação na bocetinha pequena e apertada de Harry e seus gemidos tesão fizeram a voz na cabeça do moreno aflorar. Louis moveu seu pau para aquele cuzinho intocado

Fode essa putinha

O mais velho gemeu e fez movimentos de vai e vem naquela entradinha apertada, a ponta da glande lutando para invadir aquele lugar. Harry segurou os cabelos de sua nuca com força.

"Só a ponta" um sussurro "Só a ponta, caralho"

A ponta começou a invadir

— Ahm, P-papai? — Harry gemeu e tombou a cabeça para trás, expondo seu pescoçinho roxo

— Deixe o papai comer seu cuzinho, bichinho — Louis fechou os olhos e aumentou os movimentos, movendo seus lábios e chupando o pescoço fino do rapaz — Estou morrendo por isso, Harry.

A ponta entrava e saía do cuzinho do menino, pré gozo escorrendo e vazando por todo lugar. Ele colocou a ponta novamente, dessa vez indo mais fundo, o chupão sendo mais profundo e os gemidos mais altos.

Foi a gota d'agua.

— Come c-com carinho, papai — os olhinhos verdes lacrimejando

Entre com tudo, disse a voz

E Louis a ouviu

Um gemido alto invadiu o quarto, o pau de Louis inteiro dentro de si enquanto Harry nem sequer raciocinava, uma bagunça de gemidos rompendo o menino e o vai e vem aumentando a cada segundo. O rosto de Louis se movendo pra fora de seu pescoço e as mãos do mesmo se apoiando na cabeceira da cama de solteiro. Harry lutou por segundos para manter seus olhinhos abertos e esses foram os melhores segundos de sua vida e o maior prazer que ele já sentiu.

Louis estava de olhos abertos enquanto metia em seu cuzinho apertado, as pupilas dilatadas e o suor escorrendo por todo seu rosto e cabelo. Harry não conseguiu manter eles abertos, um prazer descomunal invadindo seu corpo.

Palavras desconexas saindo de seus lábios e o sexo ficando cada vez mais gostoso. Louis desferiu um tapa em seu rosto e ordenou que o menino colocasse uma de suas pernas em seu ombro, ele fez.

O pau indo mais fundo, tão fundo como nunca sentiu e como nunca foi capaz.

— Eu-Eu te amo — Um tapa

— Diga de novo

— Eu te- te amo

— Grite de vadia

— Eu te amo, Louis Tomlinson — rompeu em sua garganta, assim como seu orgasmo.

Dentro e fora, dentro e fora.

— Porra — Louis gozou em seu cuzinho.

Estava feito.

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Faziam cerca de 30 minutos que Louis seguia com seu rosto e corpo suado junto ao de Harry, colado em seu pescoço e com medo de perder seu menino

"Are You Lonesome Tonight" de Elvis Presley ecoava baixinho pelo quarto e a melodia da voz do mesmo se misturava com suas respirações altas e cansadas.

"Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare? Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there?"

— Bichinho- Louis disse, a voz saindo abafada

Harry murmurou um "hm" cansado

— Não vou embora - Ele sentiu o coração de Harry bater mais rápido e o menino segurou seu rosto com as duas mãos, fazendo com que Louis o olhasse.

— O quê? - Uma lágrima solitária escorrendo em seu rosto

"Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again?"

Os olhos azuis de Louis lacrimejaram

— Eu te amo, Harry Styles. Case-se comigo.

"Tell me dear"

— Eu te amo Louis - Harry disse com a voz embargada

"are you lonesome tonight?"

— Eu aceito.

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