#dunkirk Harry smut

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One and Done?

Summary: Anon request - “Hello I have a oneshot request/idea can you do an enemies to lovers where y/n is just as popular as Harry and he can't stand it but he secretly loves her and make it as smutty as you possibly can?”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, enemies to lovers, angst, asshole!harry, masterbation using vibrator, dirty thoughts, dirty talk, fingering, oral (f rec), spanking, creampie, filth

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

DUNKIRK HARRY

"You can't just not show up to the press conference, Harry." I overhear my manager tell Harry. Well, our manager.

"Why not?" Harry argues, "You'll have y/n there. She can cover all the questions."

I roll my eyes and smirk, Harry cannot stand that I'm just as big as he is. It gets under his skin that his fans love me just as much as him, and I live for that.

"You're the other star of the movie, Harry. You can't just bail on the press for it. We need you to talk about it."

I take a deep breathe and walk around the corner, "Hey, mick, I was looking- oh sorry did I interrupt something?" I glance at Harry and poorly hide my smirk on purpose.

"Yeah, kinda." Harry says with an annoyed tone.

"No, y/n. What's up?" Mick says with a sigh.

"I was wondering what the dress code for tomorrow is." I cross my arms and put my weight on my left leg, popping my hip out, "Is it dress up? Casual?"

"Yeah, we have a dress for you. They're bringing it tomorrow morning." Mick's phone rings, "If you'll excuse me.." he picks up the phone and leaves the room.

I look at Harry, "What?"

He shakes his head, "Did I say anything?"

I shrug, "You're staring at me like you want to."

He rolls his eyes and scoffs, "Staring? Never." He walks over and grabs a bottle of water, "You wish I would stare at you."

I pretend to gag, "Barf."

He tilts his head, "No, I was actually thinking about what horrid dress they're going to make you wear tomorrow."

I roll my eyes, "Please. I could wear a stained table cloth and still look better than you." I turn to walk out and Harry says my name.

I turn and look at him, "What."

He walks over to me and looks down. A smirk slowly grows on his lips, "Good luck tomorrow. You're going to need it."

He brushes his chest against mine and walks out.

——

I lay in bed alone. Tossing and turning, kind of anxious for tomorrow's press conference.

I roll onto my back and let out a sigh as I drop my hands beside me onto the bed. I bite my lip and flip the covers off of my body.

I get up and walk over to my suitcase, digging though to pull out my compact vibrator. I smile and prance back to bed. I pull the covers back over and bite my lip as I click the button to turn it on.

I go through the options until I'm on the highest setting. I place the vibrator on my clit and arch my back, letting out a gasp.

I spread my legs wider and try to picture something to help me get to the release I'm so desperately craving.

Harry.

I pull the vibrator away from my body and sit up, "No." I say to myself, "No. No. No."

I toss the vibrator on the bed and lay back down. I chew on the inside of my lip and sigh, he'll never know.

I lean up and snatch the still buzzing object off the bed and place it between my legs again.

Harry circles my brain. In my mind, I make the sex scene we filmed real, and with a few added details.

His cock plunging deep into my pussy. His hands tangled into my hair. His voice, deep and raspy as he tells me how much of a good girl I'm being for him.

I moan Harry's name loudly which catches me off guard and I slam my hand over my mouth.

I arch my back off the bed and squeeze my thighs together as I cum to the image of Harry absolutely railing me into the mattress.

My chest rises and falls quickly as I slowly pull the vibrator away and click it off. I lay it next to me on the bed and slowly take my hand away from my mouth.

Harry's room is right next to mine and I hope to God he didn't hear me.

——

"Good morning." Gwen, who does the makeup, greets as I sit down in her chair, "Oh honey. Did you not sleep last night? You look exhausted."

Harry walks in and sits down next to me, "Yeah, y/n, you look like you were up all hours of the night." He smirks and sips his coffee.

Oh god, he heard me. He fucking heard me.

"Harry. Stop it. You look tired too." Gwen snaps pointing a makeup brush at him.

I smirk slightly, "Yeah, Harry. You look like you were up all hours of the night." I mock him in a fake British accent. He rolls his eyes and starts to get his hair done.

"I'll fix you up nice and pretty, don't you worry." Gwen winks at me in the mirror and I smile, "Thanks."

——

"Okay people. It's almost red carpet time!" Don the direction yells while clapping his hands.

"You two better play nice today or I swear to God.." Mick says through gritted teeth.

"Not me you have to worry about." Harry throws me under the bus.

"Mhm." Mick rolls his eyes, "Just- both of you please .. this is important."

"You got it." I give him a thumbs up and give Harry an eye roll. He chuckles and shakes his head.

"What?" I ask turning towards him, "If you have something to say, say it."

He leans in close to me and whispers, "I heard you."

I freeze and stare at him in shock, unable to process that he fucking heard me touching myself to him.

Him of all people.

"Y/N." I blink and look over at Mick, "Y/N. Go. It's your turn."

I suddenly come back to the embarrassing reality and turn away from Harry. I take a deep breathe and smooth my dress out, walking with shaky legs down the carpet.

I smile, turn, and pose for the photographers, moving down the line. The fans scream for me, just as much as they do for Harry and I glance down at him. He clenches his jaw and forces a smile.

Even though he might know what I did, I still get under his skin and his huge narcissistic ego is bruised.

I walk up to the fans to sign a few things and say hello and they go wild.

"Hello. Hi. Hello. Thank you for coming." I say with a huge smile, "Thank you."

"Y/N. You look beautiful!"

"Thank you!" I smile and pose for a selfie with a few fans, "I gotta go! Thank you! Thank you!" I blow kisses as I walk to the last group of photographers.

"Can we see the dress?"

"Do a little spin for us, yeah?"

I spin around slowly, allowing them to see just how good this dress shows off the curves of my body.

"Can we get the stars of the movie together please?"

My heart sinks to my ass and I swear fell out.

"Of course you can!" Harry says with a chuckle as he walks up to me, "Hello." He says with a smirk, "Nice to finally hear- er, I mean see you again."

I can feel my cheeks getting hot and I swallow, "Fuck off." I mumble through a smile.

"Sounds like you already beat me to it. Last night at least." He pulls me closer to him and looks up at the cameras.

I fight to hold my smile. It feels like forever until they're finally done with us.

"Thank you!" I smile and walk away from Harry. I walk into the hallway to meet the other cast members who are joining us today.

I lean against the wall and take a deep breathe. I look over as Harry walks in and I scoff and turn away. He walks up and leans his shoulder against the wall behind me, "You know.." he pauses.

I shake my head and pull my arm away as he touches the back of my arm, "Y/N." I can sense that he stepped closer, "If you would have asked.." he leans down, his lips are almost touching my ear, "I could have helped you."

I whip around and lay a hand on his chest, "You don't know what you're talking about." I yell in a quiet tone, "So just shut your fucking mouth and let me the hell alone."

He chuckles, "I get it. I'd fantasize about me, too. I promise you're not the only one."

"You're so disgusting." I roll my eyes and turn back around, "Fucking men." I grumble to myself.

"You're not easy to like yourself, sweetheart. So maybe before you judge anyone else, you work on fixing yourself." He huffs.

"I don't need.." I turn around, "I don't need to work on anything other than hating you more."

"Mhm." He rolls his eyes and looks at me, "I'm sure you hate me so much." He fake moans the last two words.

"Hmm. I don't need to hate you more because you've just maxed out the scale of hate." I roll my eyes and walk forward, getting ready to walk in.

"Go, y/n." Mick says motioning for me to walk in.

I put on a smile and walk in, waving to the crowd and blowing kisses as they cheer for me. I walk up on stage and take my seat, smiling and thanking them.

Harry walks in and it's the same level of excitement as it is for me. I purse my lips together and look down, brushing my lashes with my finger to hide my smirk.

"Hello, everyone. Thank you." He takes his seat, of course, right next to me.

——

This is has been a piece of cake. The questions were easy. The answers were easy. We were in the home stretch- until that one interview had to ask that one goddamn question.

"What we're the feelings going on during the big sex scene that you and Harry had to do?"

I stare at her for a few seconds before I speak, "Um, well. I feel like you need to have a certain level of trust when doing something like that, you know?" I start, "I can definitely say that there was a lot of that. We had an amazing coach there with us to help us achieve the level of realness, I guess you could say?"

I glance over at Harry and smile at him, "I couldn't have asked for a better partner to do that scene with."

I look back out to the crowds and Mick gives me two thumbs up.

"And Harry?" The interviewer asks, "How do you feel about it?"

Harry takes a deep breathe and thinks for a moment, "I have to agree with y/n on that actually. You also have to fully be okay with being that.. naked with a couple other people in the room, and y/n was just as nervous as I was at first." He leans forward, "We got comfortable with each other pretty quick."

"And how was that? Did you guys like-"

I cut her off, speaking kinda quickly, "No. No. it was more like we knew we had to do this so we talked each other through our nerves and just focused on making this movie the best it could possibly be."

"Thank you."

I nod and avoid looking over at Harry.

"Let's have a round of applause for our amazing cast of  Rose and Levi." The host says clapping with the crowd.

I stand up, smiling and waving, and praying this is over so I can go curl up in my hotel room and die for the rest of the day.

——

"We leave tomorrow morning. The cars will be waiting out front to take us to the airport, seven am. Don't be late." Mick says nodding, "You did good today. See you tomorrow."

I smile and grab my bag, "Thanks." I walk to the elevator and press the button. Someone else walks up and I can immediately tell that it's Harry.

"Not one word the entire way up." I say as the doors open. I get on and turn around. My eyes follow him as he walks on. He presses the three button and steps back.

He has his hair pushed back with glasses and a grey hoodie on with black shorts and I find myself thinking what it would be like to get fucked on an elevator.

I chew on the inside of my lip and beg myself to stop thinking that way.

The doors open and I practically sprint off and down the hall way to my room. I give Harry one last look, debating on acting on my thoughts or not.

I tilt my head and go into my room, shutting the door quickly. I press my back against the door and listen to see if I can hear him go into his room or not.

It stays silent and I let out a sigh, "Fuck." I run my hands over my face and go into the bathroom to run a shower.

I strip down from my morning clothes and put the robe on that's hanging on the door. I pour a glass of wine as I wait for the water to heat up and I drink it all in one gulp.

I pour another and do the same thing before I set the glass down and walk into the bathroom. I shut the door and step in.

I let the water run over my body and Harry's voice runs through my head, I could have helped you.

I bite my lip and shake my head. He wasn't serious. Was he? No, no. I'm not asking. No.

——

I wrap my hair in the towel and put the robe back on, loosely tying the belt around my waist.

I pour another glass of wine, but this time I take my time with it. There's a knock on the door and I look up, "Coming." I look through the peephole and let out a sigh.

"What do you want?" I say as I open the door. Harry pushes past me and walks right in, "Yeah, sure. Just co-"

He turn around and cuts me off, "Just shut the hell up for a minute, okay?"

I stare at him shut the door, "Yes sir."

He runs a hand through his hair, "You." He groans, "Fuck." He walks toward me then turns around, "God dammit, y/n."

"What the hell did I do?" I hold out my arms to the sides and watch was he paces, "If you ca-"

"You made me love you."

I cannot produce words anymore, so I just stand there, completely blindsided by what he said.

"You.." he walks over and stands in front of me, "You have a fire inside of you that just.. pulls me in and it gets worse the harder I try to fight it." His eyes scan over my face, "What you did last night? Moaning my name.. I've done countless of times with yours."

My lips part and I just stare at him.

"You have no fucking idea how much I wish I could have just .. Fucked you for real during our scene. Just ripped those panties off of you and shoved my cock deep into that pussy of yours."

My breathe catches in my throat and I look around, "H-Harry." I whisper trying to comprehend the words he just spoke, "I-I.."

He steps towards me, "Hearing you moan my name is something I've dreamed of hearing, y/n."

I watch as he traces the fabric of my robe.

"And the fact that you're loved by the world, makes it even worse for me because you could have anyone you want an-"

"I want you." I speak quickly. I repeat the words I just spoke in my head and nod, "I want you."

He smirks and is quick to untie my robe, revealing my naked body to him. He seen me naked a couple times but the look on his face is like he's seeing me for the very first time all over again.

His eyes scan over my body and he pulls me in by my robe, "You're so fucking sexy, y/n." His hands slide onto my hips and he pulls me into him.

I finish my wine quickly and set the glass on the table. Harry picks me up and takes me to the bed, laying me down and kissing up my body to my lips.

My hands grab his neck and I pull him close, almost like my body missed him.

It did.

"Tell me what you did last night." He says, "Tell me what you thought about."

"You." I whisper, "I thought about you."

"Doing what, my love?" Harry drags his fingers down my naked body, stopping once he reaches my clit.

My lips part as he presses down, "To-touching myself." I breathe out and moan. He presses circles onto my clit as his lips place little kisses on my skin.

"Did it feel good?" He asks quietly, "Did touching yourself to me feel so good?"

I nod and arch my back, "Y-yes."

"I was awake, doing the same thing." He kisses my jaw line, his fingers move down and slip inside of me, "But with you. Thinking about your beautiful, naked body under mine."

I moan as he pushes his fingers deep into me, curling them.

"You drive me fucking insane, y/n." He mumbles as he nudges his nose against my neck, "I hate it."

I open my eyes and look at him, "You.. hate it?"

"Well.." he tilts his head, "Until now. I hated it until this very moment."

I smile slightly and gasp as he thrusts his fingers in slowly, "Harry." I whimper, "Please."

"Please what? Hmm?" He kisses from my cheek to my lips, "Tell me baby. Tell me what you want."

"I need your cock." I clench around his fingers and he chuckles, "Can you cum for me, y/n?" He works his fingers in and out at a slightly faster pace, working me to the edge.

"Fuck." I gasp loudly as I cum on his hand.

He groans lowly, "Good job, baby."

I catch my breathe and look up at him, "Why didn't you ever tell me?" He slips his hoodie and shirt off and shrugs, "It was easier to hate you at the time."

"What do you mean?" I sit up and watch as he slowly pushes his sweats down.

He shakes his head, "That's not important anymore." He takes his boxers off and crawls up the bed. I lay back as he moves on top of me and I look up at him.

"What's important right now.. is that I find out what you taste like." He smirks slightly and kisses down my body.

I bite my lip and watch as he pushes my legs further apart and licks his lips. I throw my head back and my back rises off the bed as his tongue slides up my pussy.

He moans as his tongue slides in and out and I whine, "Harry." He grips my inner thighs and his fingers dig in.

I let out a loud moan and reach down with one hand to lay it on his head. My fingers gradually gather a fist full of hair and I pull as I push him closer.

I repeatedly moan out his name as he tongue fucks me.

His nose rubs my clit, adding additional pleasure and I cum again. He continues to eat me out for another few minutes and pulls away with a satisfied sigh.

"You taste fucking delicious, y/n." He whispers as he makes his way up to me again, "Hearing you moan out my name is music to my ears. I fucking love it."

I bite my lip and lean up to connect my lips with his. My tongue slides into his mouth and I moan at my taste on his tongue.

"Roll over." He commands.

I roll over onto my stomach and his hands grip my ass cheeks, "Fuck." He groans, "So fucking hot."

He leans down and kisses down my back as he grips my hips to pull them up. I move my legs up so my ass is in the air for him.

"You want my cock?" He asks delivering a slap to my right cheek, "Hmm?"

I nod and moan, "Yes."

"Couldn't quite hear ya, love." He delivered a smack to my left cheek.

"Yes." I practically scream out from the pained pleasure he gave me, "Yes Harry."

"Mm." He spreads my folds apart and pumps his fingers inside of me a few times before he pulls them out and replaces it with his cock.

I push my face into the mattress and leg out a loud moan as I grip the sheets.

"I want to hear you, baby." Harry says grabbing my hair and pulling my head up, "I want to hear you scream while I fuck the shit out of you."

I nod once and moan as he pushes his cock all the way inside of me, "Fuck, Harry!"

He groans and pulls out, roughly thrusting back in.

I let out a loud moan and push my hips back to meet his. His hand on my hip tightens as he starts to thrust, hard and slow.

"Your pussy is hugging my cock in all the right ways. Fuck." He moans, "I knew I needed you."

I moan louder with each hard thrust. Screaming out his name with the most utter pleasure, "Fuck. Fuck."

I clench around him and claw at the bed, "H-ha-" I can't even speak. My eyes roll shut and my body goes numb.

Harry groans and let's go of my hair. My head falls onto the bed and he grips my hips, pulling my hips back to meet his thrusts.

"Fuck, y/n." He moans, "You're going to make me cum sooner than I want, fuck."

I grip the sheets and pull, letting the whole hotel know, if they don't already know by now, that's I'm being given a proper fuck.

Harry's thrusts slow down and I can feel his cock twitch inside of me.

I let out a sigh and lay my body down as soon as he pulls out.

Harry falls down next to me and we lay there for a few minutes until he finally gets up. He puts on his sweats and lays his hoodie on the bed.

"So what was that? Just a one and done fuck?" I ask grabbing my robe and putting it on, "Or.." I tie my robe shut again and sit on the edge of the bed.

He looks at me and stares at me for a few seconds before he walks over to me.

He stands between my legs and lifts my chin up with his fingers, "If anyone else touches you, I'll break every single one of their goddamn fingers. You're mine now, baby."

——

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Summary: Y/N gets invited onto The Late Late Show with James Corden and does a game of Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts with Harry.

I feel like this is a long beginning but just go with it because I promise it gets F I L T H Y.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, praise kink, squirting, oral, fingering, unprotected sex, biting, F I L T H and some fluff

Master List

∘₊✧── 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 ──✧₊∘

"As you all know, we have the wonderful and talented Mr. Harry Styles here with us tonight!" James reintroduces his guests and the audience claps and cheers, especially for Harry.

"Y/N. Are you ready?" One of the crew asks. I nod, "Oh, yes." She nods and gives a thumbs up to some people.

This is going to be so fun. I've known James for years and everyone knows that Harry and I are friends, but what they really don't know is that we're actually together.

We agreed to keep our relationship as private as we could, for now. I’m honesty surprised we have been able to, It's more intimate for us that way, but Harry has been acting.. weird? I don’t know. He’s asking if I’d ever want to go public and I’m not really opposed to it.

But anyway, I've asked James to keep it a secret that I'm coming on the show, so I've been labeled as the surprise guest for weeks now, so Harry is going to be put on the spot, and we're going to have to pretend that we're strictly 'just friends'.

"As you all know, I like to play a little game.." The crowd starts to cheer, "What? I haven't even told you the game yet!" James laughs, "We'll, since you all know what I'm about to say next, Harry." He motions for him to get to come over to him.

Harry gets up and pulls his suit jacket down as he walks over to him, "Yes, James." He lays an arm around his shoulder. James looks at him with a smile and starts to laugh, "Are you ready to either spill your guts or fill your guts?"

Harry covers his face and laughs, "Oh god. I knew it."

James laughs and motions to the table, "Why don't you go and have a seat over there, but don't touch anything!" Harry walks over to the table and has a seat.

"Now, Harry. You know how this game works correct?" James walks over and sits down across from Harry.

"The title is uh, pretty explanatory, James." Harry chuckles.

"Right, right. Of course it is." James rolls his eyes exaggeratedly and reads his cards, "Oh wait. One more thing before we get started."

"Okay." Harry nods.

"I won't be doing this challenge with you." James stands up and laughs, "Everybody, if you would please give a wonderful round of applause for the very talented and very beautiful Y/N Y/L/N!"

James claps and turns to welcome me onto the stage.

I walk out smiling as I wave my hands to the crowd. I walk over to give James a hug, "Hello, hello." He kisses my cheek, "Hello there, love. How are you?"

I nod, "I'm good, how are you?" He smiles, "I'm great. You look amazing by the way." I smile and wave to the crowd again.

Harry looks at James, "Now I see why you wouldn't tell me who the surprise guest was." He smiles and shakes his head.

I smile and walk over to greet Harry, keeping it very professional. He kisses my cheek, "Hello, darling." I walk around to take my seat and Harry gets up and helps me push my chair in.

"What a gentleman, yeah?" James motions towards Harry. Harry bats the air and pretends to be shy.

That man is not shy around me, let me tell you.

"Okay." I look down at the table and make a face, "Harry? You want to go first?" He shakes his head quickly while smiling, "No, all you."

I roll my eyes, "Fine." I bite my lip and tap my fingers on the table, anticipating Harry's first question for me.

"Y/N."

"Harry."

"On your phone.." he smirks and the crowd "oohs", "Calm down, I didn't even ask the question yet." He laughs and looks at me, "On your phone, what is the last thing you google searched?"

He leans back in his seat and watches me as I think.

I shake my head, "I don't.. I don't know."

Then it hits me, "Oh. Oh no. I can't- nope. It's embarrassing, we'll not.. no." I laugh and can feel my cheeks getting red.

"Y/N? Is it that bad?" James asks leaning in. I shake my head, "Not really.. just like.. personal?" I shrug, "Oh god that's not-" I look down at the glass in front of me, "What the hell is this James?"

Harry wags his finger at me, "Naughty, naughty." I roll my eyes and look at James, "Y/N.. that is blended up fish with plain yogurt."

I gag and shake my head, "I was-" I laugh and cover my face, I lean back and hold my arms out, "Vibrators. I was looking up vibrators. A girl has needs, people."

The crowd cheers for me as I look over at Harry and his brow cocks up as he smirks.

He clears his throat and looks up, "Definitely didn't expect that." He laughs, "Go." He nods towards me and I shake my head with a smile, "hmm."

"Y/N, what are you going to ask Harry?" James asks walking over and sitting down.

"Are there any songs on any of your albums that are about me?" I rest my elbows on the table, knowing damn well there is because he told me himself.

The crowd '0ohs' again and Harry shakes his head laughing, "Yeah, actually there's track.." he mumbles into his napkin, "On the-" he mumbles into his napkin again, "Album."

He shakes his head and tucks the fabric into his shirt. I laugh and clap my hands together, "You don't have to eat that. You can just tell us."

He looks up at me, to the crowd, at James then back at me, "Bull Penis.. sounds.. delightful." Harry shakes his head, "Can I just tell you one?"

I look at James and he looks at Harry shocked, "So there's more than one?"

Harry cuts a piece of the disgusting food off and locks eyes with me as he pulls it off with his teeth, "That's disgusting." He says leaning over to spit it into the garbage can.

He takes the napkin and wipes off his mouth, tongue and teeth. The crowd absolutely loses it with laughter. Harry turns to the crowd, "It's really not that complicated to figure out." He laughs.

I shrug, "Wow. Looks like I'll have to give your albums another listen." I smile and shake my head, "I'm nervous for the next one."

He laughs and nods towards me, "Rank my Movies." I lean my head back, "Damn it, Harry." I shake my head and spin the table, slowly looking at my options, "My policeman, Don't Worry Darling, and Dunkirk."

James scoffs and laughs, "My god that was fast."

Harry nods, "I honestly didn't expect you to answer." He laughs and claps for me, "Thank you."

I shrug, "I'm not eating bird saliva, sorry."

"Okay, y/n, you get the final question and Harry, you get the final spill or fill." James taps the table, "Let's do this. Drum roll please..”

The crowd drums their legs and I smirk slightly.

"Is it true, Mr. Styles." I lean forward a bit, "About what the magazines say?”

He leans in, “What do they say exactly?”

“That there's a possible future Mrs. Styles floating around with you?”

Harry's smirk turns into a slow smile as he quickly picks up on what I'm asking. He gives me a look and I nod and smile, "Go on. Tell us or enjoy those delicious-" I lean over and pick up the the card, "grasshoppers in ghost pepper sauce."

He look at the crowd and looks over at James, "I will say.." he picks up the napkin, "You know.." he laughs and shakes his head, "These grasshoppers don't look half bad."

I hide my smile behind my hands and watch as he teases everyone.

"So Harry." James says, "Is it spill or fill?"

Harry stares at the plate and then his eyes glance up at me. I nod once and my heart starts pounding.

"Spill."

The crowd goes absolutely insane and James leans in, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Alright, alright, alright." He waves his hand to get the crowd to quiet down.

I look over at the crowd and lean back in my seat, "Spill your guts, Styles." I smirk, "We're all dying to know."

He sighs, "I've had a girlfriend for four, going on five years now." James mouth drops and he looks over at me, "What?"

I laugh and shrug.

The crowd loses it again and Harry laughs and shakes his head, "You'll know who she is soon enough and that's all I'm giving you!" Harry stands up and throws the napkin down, “That’s all I’m giving you.” He walks away and turns around laughing.

God I love his laugh and smile.

I’m so in love with this man, it’s insane.

"Wow." James covers his mouth, "What on earth, y/n. You just got Harry to-" he stands up and walks over to him, "Come on, you have to tell us one thing. Do we know her?"

He smiles and nods, "Mhm."

"Wow. Unbelievable! There you have it ladies and gentleman. Mr. Harry styles and Y/N Y/L/N!"

I walk over and stand on the other side of James. I smile and wave to the crowd when they suddenly gasp and start screaming.

"What's going on?" I look at James and he quickly turns around and gasps with a smile, "Oh my god."

I turn around to see Harry down on one knee. I cover my mouth and my eyes instantly well up with tears, "Harry."

"It's y/n!?" James yells, "Oh. my. god." He gets the crowd to quiet down and he holds his card over his mouth, tears welling up in his eyes now, too.

I look back down at Harry and he smiles, "Y/N, you stuck by me these past, almost five years and I am forever grateful for you. You kept me going and stayed with me through the highs and lows of making music. I want you to be the one who continues to do that for me in ever single thing for the rest of my life. Will you please, do me the honor in marrying me?"

I don't even have to think about my answer, "Yes. Yes. Yes!" He hugs me as he stands up, lifting me off the ground. He spins me around and sets me down, immediately taking my hand to slide the ring on.

"What did we just witness here today? Magic. Absolute magic!" James hugs us both and congratulates us.

"What a way to end the show. They really had us going there for a while, didn't they?" He claps and thanks the crowd, "Goodnight!"

We walk backstage and I look up at Harry, "I had no idea you were going to do this, I thought we just talked about confirming that we were dating."

"We just did." He leans down and kisses me, "Now if you don't mind. I want to take my new fiancée and fuck her in my dressing room."

My cheeks get hot as Harry lays a hand on my back.

James stops us and congratulates us again.

"Thanks, mate." Harry pats his shoulder, "We're off to celebrate."

"Don't break anything please." James laughs with a sigh as we practically run into Harry’s dressing room.

He shuts and locks the door, peeling my dress from my body. He shrugs off his plaid jacket and starts to unbutton his shirt, "You just got so much sexier, Mrs. Styles."

He throws his shirt down and pushes his body against mine. His lips attack my lips before they quickly move down my neck.

He lifts me up and takes me over to the couch, setting me down and getting on his knees between mine.

He leans up and kisses down my chest. His hands kneading my boobs. I moan as he sucks and leaves a little trail of bite marks down to where he takes one of my nipple into his mouth.

I moan and arch my back as he holds it between his teeth and flicks it with his tongue.

"Harry." I moan tangling my fingers in his hair. He switches and does the same to my other boob, only this time he takes a hand and slides it down to my pussy.

His fingers slide up and down my slit teasingly.

"You're so fucking wet, baby. Fuck." He groans kissing and leaning another trail of bite marks down my stomach.

He slips two fingers in and I gasp, pulling his hair tighter. He moan as my action and kisses down my one thigh.

His fingers move in and out and I can hear how wet I am.

"You hear that baby? You hear how soaked you are for me?" He looks up at me and I look down at him, nodding as my eyes roll back, "Ye- yes, baby." I grip the couch and arch my back.

"I'm going to devour you. You're so fucking- Mm." He groans and dives in, licking and sucking my clit as he fucks me with his gorgeous hands.

I moan loudly and struggle to keep it together.

I can feel the pressure. I can feel myself getting ready to cum.

He quickly slips in another finger and curls them upward as he thrust them in and out.

I brings my arm up by my head and dig my nails into the back of the couch, "oh fuck!"

"That was fucking hot, sweetheart." He pulls out and lifts his hand up, liquid drips off and onto the floor. I smile shyly and shake my head.

"Don't be shy baby. You squirted all over me. I love when you do that to me." He smiles and goes right back to eating me out.

His tongue fucks my pussy. His nose rubs against my clit. His fingers squeeze my thighs. He sends me into absolute bliss, "H-ha-" I arch my back and my legs shake against his body.

He continues to eat me out until I'm panting.

"You taste so fucking good. Fuck. I can't get enough of my fiancée and her delicious fucking pussy." He goes back down and the pleasuring sensation makes my mind go blank.

All I can do is moan.

He pulls away and come up, his lips wet with my slick. He kisses me and I wrap an arm around his neck.

"Did that feel good, baby?" He kisses down my neck slowly, "Are you okay?" I nod and smile, "That was amazing."

He smile and kisses back up to my lips, "Want to continue?"

"Please." I whimper, "I need you."

He stands up and take the rest of his clothes off, gently positioning me on the couch, "You're so beautiful when you're fucked."

I smile and bite my lip as he pushes my leg up slowly, "You're so fucking-" He moans as he slips the head of his cock in, "Fucking amazing."

He pushes the rest of the way in, moaning as his hips hit my body. He reaches down and grabs my chin, his thumb running over my lips before I open and take his thumb in my mouth.

I grab his wrist and suck while I keep my eyes on his.

He starts to thrusts and my eyes flutter shut. My lips part as I let out a loud moan. He groans and slides his hand down to my throat.

My boobs bounce with each of his thrusts and I whimper as his hand tightens around my neck, "I love you so- fucking.. much." He leans down and kisses me, his hand still around my neck.

I moan quietly into his mouth and grab his hair, pulling as I feel myself about to cum again. I don't even had to say anything for Harry to know.

"Cum again baby, I know you can do it." He whispers into my ear, "I want to feel you cum as I fuck that tight little cunt of yours."

I moan and arch my back, "f-fuck." I whimper pulling his hair harder.

He moans and slips and arm under my back, holding me to him as he continues fucking me. I cling to him as much as I can, clenching around his cock as I cum again.

"Fuck, I want to cum so bad." He moans, "I-I." He lets out a loud moan and buries his face into my neck, "Fuck, y/n. You feel so, so good."

He continues to praise me, "You're taking me so, so well, baby."

"You feel so good around my cock."

"I love it when you cum for me."

I dig my nails into his back and practically scream out his name.

"That's it baby, let the studio know that you feel good."

He groans as I drag my nails up his back, "Fuck."

His thrusts get sloppy and he pushes as deep inside of me as he can go, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He pants, "Y/N?" He asks brushing hair out of my face.

"I'm still here." I smile and look at him. My eyes are heavy and my brain feels fuzzy. "You fucked me good, baby." I lay a hand on his cheek as he kisses me, “I love you so much.”

He smiles and kisses my forehead as he slowly pulls out. I wince slightly as he lays my leg down, "Sorry."

I shake my head, "No. no. That's a good kind of pain." He smirks slightly and kisses my hip, "We’ll go home and I'll run you a bath, give you some time to recover before we celebrate again." He winks.

I shake my head, "I'm giving you a blow job in the car on the way home."

He smirks and nods, "Fair enough."

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Each Harry Eras ... (You Can't Sleep Text Conversation)

AN: got the inspo to do this from tiktok. let me know if you think this is somewhat accurate or not.

This contains: mostly fluff, mentions of weed, implications of smut

{ fetus!harry - fratboy!harry - prince!harry - longhaired!harry - dunkirk!harry - fineline!harry - loveontour!harry - boyfriend!harry - fiancé!harry - husband!harry }

How each Harry era would react to when you tell them you can't sleep, through text.

{Fetus Harry - boyfriend!harry}

Y/N: baby i can't sleep : (

Harry: i'm sorry. snuggle with the stuffed bear i bought you last week and try and pretend i'm there to cuddle you in person. love and miss you :(

Y/N: ok i will. see you soon?

Harry: yep. my mum said i can come over tomorrow after my shift at the bakery. i'll even bring you that fancy bread you like.

Y/N: oh yes, please do. ok going to try and sleep now.

Harry: night.

{Frat Boy Harry - boyfriend!harry}

Y/N: H, i can't sleep. 😭

Harry: awe baby, i wish i was there to cuddle with you. we're on tour until the end of the month and then i get to come home for a few weeks.

Y/N: i wish it was sooner. 😔 you always give me the best cuddles when i can't sleep.

Harry: i know baby. try and spray some of my cologne on your pillow and maybe that'll help. love you. gtg. they're calling us back on stage now.

Y/N: ok. and have a great show.

{Prince Harry - boyfriend!harry}

Y/N: harry i can't sleep tonight. i miss you loads and wish you were here with me.

Harry: i'm sorry you can't fall asleep, love. you know i wish more than anything i was with you right now. breaks my heart when you can't sleep and then complain of how tired you are the next day. how about you take one of my t-shirts from my drawer and sleep with it on. i think that will help.

Y/N: ok i will.

Harry: send me a photo of you in the shirt you choose. wanna see how sexy you look in my clothes.

Y/N: k

Y/N: *photo* *standing in front of the mirror wearing his white t-shirt with the band Kiss on the front*

Harry: holy fuck. you look amazing babe. well sleep tight. i gotta take care of some business now.

(by business he didn't mean meetings. seeing you in his shirt did things to him and he needed to, you know, jerk one out.)

{LHH - boyfriend!harry}

Y/N: H, i can't sleep tonight.

Harry: sorry to hear that. i know what can help. go to my special drawer and get some 🌿 to smoke. i know that stuff always makes you sleepy.

Y/N: ok, are you sure though? what if i have a bad reaction?

Harry: yes i'm sure. and you won't. just take a few hits. not too much. then get cozy in my bed. should knock you right out. but if you need anything just call me. i'll answer, alright.

Y/N: ok, yeah. i'll do that.

Harry: and you remember how to set up the blunt right?

Y/N: yes harry. i'm not 5.

Harry: okayyy, was just making sure. night. love you.

{Dunkirk Harry - fiancée!harry}

Y/N: harry i can't fall asleep.

Harry: awe baby, sorry to hear that. did you take your prescribed sleep pills?

Y/N: yes like 2 hours ago. and they're not working tonight.

Harry: i tell you what, give me about 10 minutes and i'll sneak away to facetime you. would you like that? i could sing you to sleep. you pick the song.

Y/N: omg please. and i pick sweet creature. your voice is so soft and relaxing when you sing that song.

Harry: ok 10 minutes, hang on darling.

{Fine Line Harry - husband!harry}

Y/N: babe, i can't fall asleep for the life of me. wish you were here to help. 😭

Harry: i wish i was there too, baby.

Harry: i know what will do the trick. touch yourself, love.

Y/N: WHAT?

Harry: i'm not messing about. touch that pretty pussy of yours. you know when you orgasm you get all sleepy. and i would touch you myself if i were there but since i'm not your hand will just have to do. or your vibrator. whatever you choose.

Y/N: fine... but, can you at least get me going.

Harry: sure 😏 *photo of his erect cock standing tall and proud with his ringed hand wrapped around the base*

Y/N: fuck. are you touching yourself too?

Harry: yep. couldn't not after picturing you rubbing that little clit of yours. got me going instantly.

{Love on Tour Harry - husband!harry}

Y/N: i can't sleep :(

Harry: why are you texting me this? i'm just getting out the shower. in OUR house. i'll be in there in just a second.

Y/N: didn't feel like yelling it to you.

Harry: let me brush my teeth and i'll come put you to sleep.

Y/N: mhm, yeah, how?

Harry: oh, i'll show you how alright. better be naked when i walk in.

Y/N: bet.

(PLEASE REBLOG BECAUSE WRITING IS NOT EASY AND IT'S FREE SO JUST DO IT)

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My Masterlist Masterpost

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Types of Harry replying to…Sex facts ✰

AN: Please reblog if you enjoy 🙂

Contains: Talks of sex, Swearing, Potentially incorrect facts (I found them on google so they might not be 100% true)

{Sorry for any grammar, punctuation or spelling mistakes, I failed all of my English exams 😂}

Masterlist ✰

Fetus Harry:

Fratboy Harry:

Prince Hair Harry:

Long Hair Harry:

Dunkirk/HS1 Harry:

Fine Line Harry:

Current Harry:

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[harrysballerinahouse]

Take me.

LHH

smutty, friends to lovers beachy Jamaican goodness

T/w: lots of unprotected sex and not much else

Harry Styles. Arguably one of the most talked about pop stars you had ever worked with and you were ok with that.

You had worked with him more than any of your other clients in the last six months. Harry appreciated your work as a writer and producer and even appreciated the smaller things you did for him like teaching him to re-string his guitar and set up a studio so he wouldn’t get feedback through his mics.

It was these little things that Harry appreciated you for that made you appreciate him, not only as an artist but as a human being. His self titled album was the first major project you had worked on so it was a learning curve for the both of you, which also meant a lot of late nights in the studio together sometimes working through the night if inspiration struck at a late hour.

The first few months working with Harry and his team were a little intimidating and to be honest his status alone intimidated you, considering you were in your early twenties with just enthusiasm and an eye for something interesting. Harry himself had stumbled across some low key demos you had produced just a year prior to starting to work with him and wanted you to lead his first solo album. So you did.

After the first few late nights and opening up to one another you and Harry had gotten quite close some things still weren’t spoken about like relationships and whether or not you were both single, it always felt like you were both holding back from one another a little. You would text on and off and Harry was quite fond of the filters on Snapchat which lead to some late nights at your home working on songs for Harry while he spent his evenings seeing if the filters would work on your dog Mish, to his absolute joy, they did.

Eventually you couldn’t take it anymore turning to Harry in your chair one weekend that you were at the studio together “tell me Harold…” you say interlocking your fingers across your torso leaning back in your chair a little, “what gives?” You ask causing him to turn and glance at your stance before turning back to the computer.

“What do you mean softy?” He asks smirking at his nickname for you, he often called you this on the account that you were a bit of a sook when it came to your job even just the slightest bit of raw emotion in a song and you were rendered to tears. He knew this thanks to Sign of the Times. You glare at him after the use of your nickname shaking your head “we spend most of our time either in the studio or at my place working, I’m just about certain that if you had a girlfriend she wouldn’t be super keen on you spending every waking moment with me and not her, so what gives?”

He turns in his chair to face you “ok smarty pants, those are some pretty bold assumptions” he smirks before continuing “but your right, it’s just me and it’s honestly a little lonely, when I’m with you it’s comfortable we can go hours without saying anything to one another and I don’t feel awkward or lonely” you couldn’t help but smile at him “H, that’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard”.

He chuckles covering his face with his hands his long hair falling forwards, you lean over to push it out of his face and he peeks through his fingers, he slowly moves his hands taking yours in his “come to Jamaica with me” he says out of the blue you sit there looking at him, mouth agape “what?” You ask still processing what he asked.

“Come to Jamaica with me” he repeats a small smile sneaking into his lips “it’ll be amazing, we can work or we can go scuba diving we could do anything…please come with me” he begs.

You couldn’t even process the words coming out of his mouth, you were still stuck on being asked to go with him “why?” You ask softly. Harry let’s go of your hands and sits back in his chair a little “because, I like spending time with you and you pretty much work for me full time, let alone everyone else you write and produce for, you deserve a break”.

You watch Harry’s face for a moment trying to read the expression he was giving you “are you sure?” You question pulling your knees to your chest on your office chair. He nods “I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t” he comments. You suck your teeth for a second thinking before looking directly at Harry. “Ok…” you say softly “I’ll come with you” you nod. Harry’s face moves from being one of anxiety and a little frustration to pure joy. “Really?!” He exclaims sitting on the edge of his seat his hands gripping the arm rests. You nod laughing a little “Yes! I like the idea, I think it’ll be good for both of us”.

Harry launches towards you pulling you into the tightest hug you’ve ever received, you hug him back laughing softly “ok Styles, I need to breathe” you say tapping his shoulder. He lets you go before sitting down again. In all the excitement Mish had come into the room and was now sitting between you and Harry whining. Harry chuckles taking his phone from the desk “I’ll let him out and start looking at flights” he grins getting up from his seat before you even had a chance to respond.

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Just two short weeks later you were sat next to Harry on a plane on the way to warm, sunny Jamaica. You glance at Harry who’s was staring at his phone intensely trying to find a movie to watch. “What are you doing?” You ask noticing he was scrolling through Google at a bunch of different movies “just looking for a rom com to watch” he responds straight away without peeling his attention away from the device. “Harry…just search romantic comedies on Netflix” he glances at you, thinks for a moment and then does exactly as you suggest “thanks” he smiles putting his headphones in. You do the same putting on an audiobook, you only got through about a chapter before you fell asleep.

You woke several hours later to Harry pushing your shoulder lightly “y/n…wake up, we’re getting ready to land” he whispers you groan a little “I was having the best sleep, you suck” you glare at him. You were never the nicest person when you were woken from a slumber “I’m not the one flying the plane I don’t make the rules” he bites back. You wake a little more sitting up in your seat putting your seat belt back on you look over at Harry “I’m sorry” you apologise “I’m a bit of a grump after a nap” Harry looks at you again, scanning your face “it’s ok” he smiles.

You make it safely to the ground, collect your bags and make your way to the accomodation that Harry had organised. Pulling up out the front you get out of the car and collect your bags before looking up at the house Harry had rented for the next month “Harry, did you rent the whole house?” You ask he nods smiling over at you “yep” he says walking up towards it “there’s only two of us, not two hundred” you laugh. Harry shrugs “we might get sick of each other the place is big enough we wouldn’t even know the other was there” you see Harry’s point and follow him up to the front of the house. He finds the key and lets you both inside. You look around “wow” you whisper “Harry… this is incredible, how did you find this place?” You ask heading towards the doors that open out to the beach “Jeff actually recommended it” he says coming up beside you “this is going to be the best month ever” you smile.

“Y’up for a swim?” He asks you nod “yes please” you smile “c’mon, I’ll meet you back here in 15?” Harry asks, you nod and head off to pick rooms, even though the place was huge Harry still insisted that you have the master bedroom, it had a huge bathroom with the tub overlooking the beach. You open your suitcase grabbing the first bikini you could find. Pulling it in your realise it may not have been the best choice for a platonic trip with a man who was basically your boss. The mint green triangle top only just covering the round of your breasts, and the hi-waist cheeky bottoms that in actual fact didn’t cover much of your ass. Grabbing a black cover up you pull it on before heading back out to find Harry.

Walking out onto the warm sand your sunglasses covering your eyes your hair blowing in the breeze, you find Harry already situated on one of the lounge chairs in yellow and white stripped swim trunks his hair in a bun and sunglasses adorning his eyes his shirt already missing. Harry peers over his sunglasses as you walk past him and smiles to himself before laying his head back again “thought you came to swim Styles” you comment placing your towel down placing your sunglasses on top before pulling your cover up over your head throwing it to the lounge chair. You glance over at Harry to see him already looking at you.

“I thought you only had one tattoo?” He asks noticing the tattoos dotted around your ribs, next to your breast and on your thigh close to your hip. “It’s a growing collection, I just keep them hidden most of the time” you smile a little before heading towards the water, once your up to your hips in the warm, clear water you hear Harry coming up behind you as he moves past you he smiles “green suits you”. You blush a little and try to hide your face “thanks” you smile a little. Harry keeps walking a little further before diving in you watch him for a moment before you follow suit.

Coming back up to the surface you lay back looking up at the sky as you float to nowhere in particular after a few minutes you feel a tug in your foot. You look up and see Harry at your feet staring at you “I’ve got an idea….on the plane remember how you said to search Netflix, it gave me a bit of inspiration for a song”. You come back to stand on your own two feet “did you want to put it on paper?” You ask. Harry thinks on it for a moment before nodding “I don’t know if it’ll turn into anything but I’d love to try” he admits. You nod “lets give it a go and see what happens” you give him a brief smile and begin to walk back to shore. Harry watches as the swell of your hips begins to reappear from under the water, then your ass. He takes in a sharp breath your bikini didn’t leave much to the imagination, but he liked that.

“Y/n” he says coming up behind you “yeah?” You ask turning your head slightly but still walking “you look great” he smiles you respond by smiling back at him blushing a little “thanks H” making your way up to the sand you grab your towel and sunglasses drying yourself off a little before pulling on your cover up. You head inside with Harry and he sits down on the couch with his guitar in hand. He starts playing a few chords. “What are you thinking Styles? Where’s your head at with this one?” You ask he looks over at you “I think I’d like it to be a Betty and the jets kind of feel? Like a steady tempo but still solid.” You nod and sit at the piano that was in the middle of the room “ok, we can work with that”.

You and Harry work for a few hours and managed to get the chords for the new song. You grab your laptop and start adding the different elements in until it’s basically just a backing track for a verse, “this is good Harry” you smile “it’s got that kind of Elton John era vibe, it’s great” he smiles and thanks you. You’d been working for a few hours and you were starting to get cold, the sun was starting to disappear and you were definitely getting hungry. “Should we get some dinner?” You ask looking over at Harry he nods “I’m so hungry” he sighs causing you to giggle “why didn’t you say something?” You ask Harry shrugs “we were on a roll” you giggle standing up “I’m just going to shower quickly” you smile, ruffle his hair and lean down to kiss his cheek briefly before heading up to the bathroom.

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After getting dinner you and Harry decided to just relax for the night and put on a documentary he spreads himself out on the couch with you curling up in one of the corners, halfway through you glance at Harry in his grey t-shirt and soft cotton shorts you smile to yourself a little, he looked good, domestic, it was nice. “Tea?” You ask going to stand up Harry glances over at you with sleepy eyes “yes please love” he responds giving you a lazy smile. You head to the kitchen making two cups of tea before coming back to Harry he had paused the documentary not wanting you to miss anything. He watches you as you walk across the living space the oversized t-shirt you were wearing showing off your legs in a way Harry could appreciate.

“Thank you” he smiles softly “cold?” He asks noticing the goosebumps covering your thighs you nod a little “yeah but I’ll be ok” Harry grabs a blanket that was sitting on top of the couch “c’mere” he says softly unfolding the blanket to cover his own legs. You shuffle a little closer to him and he tosses the blanket over your legs, you pull it up snuggling down into a little sipping your tea. “Hey” you whisper softly shoving Harry’s side a little he glances at you smiling “yes boss?” He asks giving you his undivided attention, you smack his chest lightly at his comment causing him to chuckle “thank you…for letting me come with you” Harry smiles “thank you for coming” he responds “it’d be pretty lonely without you” he adds causing you to giggle a little. You curl up next to him resting your head just next to Harry’s shoulder. He looks down at you trying to hide his smile.

You both spend the rest of the documentary stealing little glances at one another, as the credits start to roll through Harry glances towards you expecting you to be wide awake, as he looks closer he noticed you were fast asleep. He slowly pulls the blanket off the both of you and tucks one arm under your legs and the other around your waist picking you up carrying you to the master bedroom. Harry tucked you into bed leaving a soft kiss to your forehead that caused you to stir, opening your eyes slowly you look up at Harry “sorry love, didn’t mean to wake you” he whispers “you fell asleep on the couch” you smile to yourself “thank you for tucking me in” you grasp Harry’s hand for a moment giving it a squeeze. You fall back to sleep and Harry let’s himself out to his own room.

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Waking up to the sun beating into the master bedroom was the perfect way to be disturbed the next morning. You sit up looking outside for a while before getting up heading to the shower. You throw your hair into a braid and pull on a sports bra and bike shorts throwing a pump cover over the top, your grab some socks and your runners before heading down to the kitchen to find Harry already up, his shirt missing but the cotton shorts from last night still hugging his hips.

“Morning” you smile Harry looks up and takes a moment before responding “Good morning” he smiles “where are you off to?” Harry asks “morning run, Mish and I normally go for a run everyday before I start working, wanna come?” You ask sitting on a kitchen chair to pull your shoes on. “Umm yeah actually I’d love to, give me five minutes” Harry says before racing down to change his clothes, he returns a few minutes later in running shorts and a muscle tank white crew socks adorning his feet his runners in hand. He quickly pulls them on doing them up pulling his hair up into a bun. You stare at him for a moment “you look cute with your hair up” you blurt out before even realising what you had said. Harry glanced at you a cheeky smirk on his lips “do I now?” He chuckles you blush standing up walking towards the front door “c’mon let’s get this run in” you smile. Harry follows close behind you.

You make it to the front of the house and stretch a little bit to ensure you won’t cramp. You start with a light jog just to warm up a little Harry following suit, you pick up the pace a little bit once you’re warm. You run around five kilometres before slowing down a little coming to a stop to catch your breath for a moment. “How you feeling there Styles?” You ask as Harry’s wiping sweat from his forehead that’s been dripping down his face for the last few kilometres “you do this everyday?” He asks you just nod before responding “I usually run until Mish starts to get tired then we run home before he’s out of steam”. Harry just looks at you “no wonder you’re so fit” he comments, you bite your lips softly and smile. “And you’re not?” You ask rhetorically “your abs exist H” you comment. You enjoyed cardio more than work outs, you felt like you got more from being outside and running instead of being in the gym working out, which in most cases you knew Harry had to opt for the gym otherwise his workouts would probably turn into accidental meet and greets.

“This is the first time I’ve run outside for ages, it’s great” he smiles in your direction “ready to go back?” He asks and you nod. You pick the pace up again and begin to run back towards the house, once you were about a kilometre away you glance at Harry who again was pouring with sweat “race y’back?” You ask, he just smirks and runs off on you. You chase after him eventually catching up and getting in front a little you run right around to the back of the house to the shore line “I hate to say it, but I think I beat you” you laugh as Harry finally catches up placing his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath.

“Yeah yeah ok” he pants. You just laugh breathing deeply to catch your own breath. You cool off a little before kicking your shoes and socks off as well and pulling your shirt over your head “coming in?” You ask referring to the ocean that was directly behind you Harry nods just watching you for a moment admiring the body that you hid under your pump cover. You push yourself out into the ocean wading against the current cooling off in the Jamaican water.

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After a quick swim you both head inside to shower before meeting back in the kitchen to have breakfast. By the time Harry made it you were halfway through preparing omelettes for you both and putting together a small fruit platter for you to share. Harry starts some coffee before sitting at the table with a guitar in hand. He starts playing a little picking pattern while he watched you cook, as the coffee finished you look up glancing at Harry catching him staring at you causing you to smile and blush a little. “I like that, is it new?” You ask as Harry gets up to pour you both a cup, “I started playing around with it before we left, the more I play it the more I like it” he says placing a cup of coffee next to you stealing a few grapes from the platter on his way past.

Harry continues plucking away at the guitar and starts humming along “wherever I go….you bring me home.” You lean against the kitchen counter a little just watching Harry smiling. You finish up cooking breakfast and place Harry’s plate next to his notebook squeezing his shoulder lightly as you walk to your own seat grabbing your laptop to do some work. You both work in silence Harry humming and singing here and there eventually coming up with a hook to work around the rest of the song. “Just two hearts in one home….we’re both stubborn I know” Harry sings softly, the words resonated with you a little you look up from your laptop seeing Harry smiling in your direction. “What?” You ask softly a smile creeping onto your lips “I really like this” he smiles turning back to his notebook “you’re something else Styles” you whisper.

After another hour Harry had managed to get a hook and chorus somewhat under control. You’d cleaned up from breakfast and were setting up a makeshift recording booth for Harry to use. “It’s ready for you H” you whisper kissing Harry’s head ruffling his hair a little as you walk past him to grab your coffee “you’re the best thank you so much” he smiles heading in towards the setup.

Harry spent a good half of the day working on the song while you caught up on other work only helping him when he needed it. By the end of the day he’s recorded a demo and you were sitting on the couch with him tying up some loose ends. “This is really good H” you say after listening to the song a few times. Harry looks up at you with slightly red cheeks “what can I say, Jamaica is inspiring” he smirks “what do you say we get out of the house for a little while? We’ve been inside all day” Harry suggests. You nod standing up “why don’t we go and try something fun?” You suggest Harry starts packing some things away before speaking “what did you have in mind?” He asks “what about paddle boarding?” You ask pulling your hair up into a high bun.

Harry comes over to you smiling widely “I’ve always wanted to try that!” He says “get changed and meet back here in 10?” Harry asks you nod giggling at how excited Harry was. He pecks your cheek before racing off to his room. You pick out yet another bikini before heading back down to the beach to find Harry and a single paddle board. “H what happened?” You ask giggling a little walking closer to him. “I thought maybe we’d help one another until we get used to it?” He asks grinning. You ponder Harry’s idea for a moment before nodding “that actually sounds like a great idea”.

Harry watches as you both wade out into the water until the little waves were lapping at your waist he lets out a small chuckle splashing your back “heyyyy” you giggle turning to face him “what was that for?” You ask splashing him back causing him to let out a laugh then shrugs “you looked too pretty, had to mess you up a bit” you move back towards Harry a little “what do you mean I looked too pretty?” You ask knowing full well what you were doing to the poor man. “Y’know…we’re not even a week into a month long trip, if I’m going to see you in a bikini everyday the least y’could do is look worse doing it…it’s distracting.” You blush a little at Harry’s words.

You step even closer to Harry until there was just the paddle board between you “I’m distracting?” You ask. Harry let’s the board float past the both of you before nodding stepping close enough his hands could graze your waist “have you looked in the mirror lately? Ever since we’ve been here you’ve had a shirt on maybe twice, and you expect me to work in these conditions?” You smirk teasing him. Harry looks at you a little gobsmacked, you wait a moment before looking away “Harry” you say bluntly, he hums a little coming back to reality “yeah?” He asks ruffling his hair from his face “your paddle boards floating away” you say matter of factly. “Shit” he mumbles wading off after it causing you giggle, watching the muscles in his back relax and contract as he tried to catch up with the board got you a little worried for the rest of the trip.

Why couldn’t he have picked somewhere that would have required more clothes.

Harry catches up to the board and pushes it back towards you “maybe we should try paddle boarding tomorrow?” He asks out of breath. You nod “sounds like a good idea Styles” you walk back to shore together and lay on the sand for a while before Harry speaks up “so softy, how would you feel about going out for dinner tonight? We’ve worked pretty well the last few days we’re on track I think we deserve a little break” you glance over at Harry for a moment before rolling onto your front to look at him properly “isn’t this whole trip technically a break? We both just seem to have an inability to stop working” Harry sighs softly “that a good point….do you think it’s a bad thing? That we don’t stop?” You shake your head reaching over to push some of Harry’s hair from his face “I think we both love our jobs so much that it’s not actually work to us…what’s the saying ‘if you truely love your job you never work a day in your life’ I think that’s us.” Harry waits for a moment before speaking up “y’know a lot of people were skeptical about me asking you to produce for me, but I definitely think I made the right choice” he glances at you once more before laying his head back.

You sit in silence for a while just enjoying the sun and the sound of the waves behind you as the tide started to rise you could feel the ocean lapping at your feet “c’mon H, tides coming in” you say standing up holding a hand out to help Harry up. He gladly obliged taking your hand in his, as your about to pull him up from the sand Harry takes the liberty of pulling you down instead, you fall onto his chest a small shriek leaving your lips causing Harry to chuckle his hands grasping your waist “you didn’t give me and answer about dinner?” He smirks looking at you over the top of his sunglasses. You pause for a moment chewing on your lip “didn’t know I had to” you wink squirming from Harry’s grip before standing again “but if you really need one, yes, I’d love to go out for dinner” you answer holding your hand out to help Harry up again.

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Rinsing conditioner from your hair you couldn’t help but worry a little about dinner, you were close with Harry and couldn’t deny that you found him attractive, but blurring the lines between work and play was something you weren’t sure of. You also weren’t sure if you were reading way to far into this and Harry was just being a good friend.

Pulling your hair into a low bun, some little wispy pieces falling around to frame your face you admired the sun kissed glow you’d acquired these last few days. You felt pretty, something you rarely felt within the industry you’d dedicated your life to, it felt nice, different. Slipping into a flowy cotton dress and sandals you spray a little bit of perfume before heading back to the living room finding Harry sitting on the couch waiting scrolling through his phone. He looks up as he hears you coming and stands to meet you halfway, he stops in his tracks seeing you, your dress hugging your torso perfectly Harry would have swept you up off your feet there and then. “Wow, y/n you look beautiful” he smiles leaning over to kiss your cheek softly causing you to blush “you don’t clean up too badly yourself H.” You retort causing Harry to chuckle.

Being seated at dinner you didn’t realise how intimate the setting was, you thought Harry would have just picked somewhere that he found appealing, but this was almost as though he had put genuine thought and care into picking a restaurant. You were sat outside the warm breeze flowing throughout the dining area, you could hear waves crashing in the distance, while you were watching Harry peruse the menu through the warm light provided by the string lights and candles dotted around the venue. Harry groans a little from the other side of the table, “you ok?” You question opening up the menu yourself “I’ve never had so much trouble picking something to eat, it all sounds so good” he grumbles causing you to giggle “Harry, I think that’s what they call a first world problem…” you wait a moment before continuing “why don’t we order a couple of entrees and share them, kind of like tapas?” You suggest. Harry ponders your suggestion for a moment before nodding “you’re too smart for me sometimes” he smiles.

You both pick a couple of things each and decide to have some fun with drinks letting Harry pick for the both of you for first round. This went back and forth for a while until you were noticeably tipsy, mostly due to your lack of filter. Harry was staring at your across the table while you were both waiting for desserts, you try to hold back your smile “I still don’t get how you don’t have a girlfriend Styles” Harry looks at your surprised by your admission “what do you mean?” He asks leaning back in his seat a little diverting his attention to you “you can give a girl so much, like this holiday, we’re staying in a gorgeous house on the beach, going out for nice dinners, but you’re still so down to earth…and I mean look at you, your so attractive it’s annoying, you’re just…perfect” you sigh. Harry stares at you for a moment trying to find the right words. “I guess I’m just waiting for the right time, the right person, you know as well as anyone m’life is hectic, can’t afford to be emotionally unavailable and I guess physically, that wouldn’t be fair.”

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The food you and Harry decided on was some of the best food you’d ever eaten, but the cocktails may have been partially responsible. Walking back to the house after dinner you were a little out of hand just about running rings around Harry. He had been a little glum since leaving dinner, you wander back to Harry and settle at his side walking next to him “what’s wrong Styles? You’ve been quiet since we left dinner” you ask bumping your elbow to his side. Harry glances at you before wrapping his arm around your shoulder giving you a soft squeeze letting you go again “I’m ok” he smiles softly. You stop walking and pull Harry back towards you “Harry…c’mon I know you well enough to know somethings up” you say softly.

He stops walking and faces you looking at his feet “I…” he pauses before looking up at you eyes wide “I’ve got an idea” he says reaching out for your hand which you gladly take. You walk, almost strut back to the house to try and keep up with Harry’s pace. He goes straight to the piano and sits down starting to play a few notes finding the right key. You sat watching as Harry started to hum “Oh, tell me something….” He sits back a little writing a few things down “I don’t already know” he goes back and forth humming a few words writing a few things down as you sit back watching. Before you know it Harry had the hook, chorus and a verse for Ever Since New York.

You sit back just watching Harry giving him his space to get out what he needed to get out. When it seemed he’d gotten as far as he was going to for the night you moved to sit next to him. Listening and now reading over the lyrics Harry had just birthed they resonated with you, you felt he was holding back you glance over to see him already looking at you. “We met in New York” you whisper softly Harry nods his expression not changing “I know” he responds “Harry, what is it?” He sighs a little chewing the inside of his cheek “I like spending time with you, I really like having you around, I like you a lot y/n.” He admits his eyes searching your own for some idea of how you were feeling. You look at Harry a little shocked at first before you even had time to process things his lips had connected with your cheek “m’sorry love, I shouldn’t have said anything” before you knew it Harry had got up from his seat and left to his bedroom leaving you sat alone in front of the piano.

It took you a few minutes to try and collect your thoughts. Did Harry just admit he had feelings for you? You weren’t sure of what to do, part of you wanted to go to Harry’s room to confront him about his expression, but another part of you wanted to respect his boundaries. You decided to leave it for the night not wanting to upset Harry and wanting to respect boundaries. You head to bed and toss and turn for hours on end eventually at around 3am you go out of bed and head back to the living area where you’d setup the make shift studio, to find Harry already there.

You make some tea before coming up behind Harry placing his cup on top of the piano where he was sat “couldn’t sleep?” You ask softly sitting next to him, Harry just shakes his head “thank you for the tea” he says softly, you smile a little “it’s ok H…hey” you say wrapping your hand around Harry’s “I’m sorry about earlier, you just caught be off guard H, look at me please” you ask softly as he grasps your hand moving to face you “I really like you Harry and spending time with you here just made me realise how much I like you” you lean over kissing Harry’s shoulder before resting your head against it. You tuck your hand under Harry’s and start playing the intro to a song you’d been working on for a while but not shown to Harry yet.

You feel his gaze burning into your side before his lips met your temple “is that new?” He asks pulling you closer to him you stop playing snuggling to Harry’s side shaking your head “I’ve been working on it for a while just kept getting stuck, I promise I’ll play it for you when it’s finished” you smile. Harry looks down on you smiling “I like that idea…why don’t we put a movie on to see if we can sleep?” He asks. You nod “yes please” you say softly getting up Harry follows closely behind you one hand on your waist to guide you. Harry let’s you snuggle up on the couch next to him he pulls a blanket over you both before flicking the tv on once you both agree on a movie he wraps an arm around you pulling you closer placing a kiss to your temple.

Not long after the movie started you began to drift off you rest your head on Harry’s chest and finally let sleep take you over. Harry noticed how quickly you fell asleep and couldn’t help her smile and admire the woman before him, he let you settle into your slumber before deciding you tuck you into bed. Harry slowly and carefully moves to pick you up carrying you to your room, you stir a little snuggling yourself into Harry’s arms further. He lays you on the bed gently and pulls the covers up to keep you warm, you whimper at the loss of contact and begin to wake “Harry…” you whine he stops in his tracks kneeling down next to the bed “you’re ok sweetheart, get some sleep” you reach out to take his hand, “stay please” you whisper taking Harry’s large hand in your own small ones. Harry couldn’t help but melt he leans over kissing your forehead softly “of course” he smiles sliding in next to you pulling you closer by your waist. You both drift off to sleep quite quickly snuggled up in one another.

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The next morning things felt surreal, waking up next to Harry in Jamaica, you still had so many questions about what was happening but just knowing you both got your feeling out in the open settled your anxiety. Sitting up a little you expected the sun to be shining through the bedroom window illuminating the sea in front of you but what you were met with was stormy skies and rain. You sigh a little laying back on your pillow watching the rain for a while. You glance over at Harry to see him still sound asleep you smile leaning over kissing his cheek before sliding out of bed.

Regardless of the day you still had full intention of going for a run. You head down to the kitchen to grab some water before coming back to shower, you return to the bedroom in just your towel to grab some clothes “good morning” Harry greets causing you to jump “H!..I thought you were still asleep” you pant trying to catch your breath. “Sorry” he chuckles smiling “still going for a run? In this weather?” He asks raising a brow you nod smiling a little “it’s just a little bit of rain, do you want to come?” You ask grabbing some activewear opting for just bike shorts and a crop not wanting a pump cover due to the humidity.

Harry glands out the window then back at you then throws the covers off himself “let me find some clothes” he says getting up rushing off to his room you giggle a little as he runs off. You pull your shoes on and wait at the front door for Harry. He eventually appears just in running shorts, his shoes in his hand he pulls them on before meeting you at the door leaning down kissing your cheek “apricot suits you” Harry smiles referring to your activewear. You blush a little and open the door “c’mon you flirt, let’s go” you giggle looping your fingers around Harry’s in a loose hold. He looks down at your hand and smiles giving your hand a quick squeeze.

Much like the day before you start with a light jog until your warm before stepping things up a little. You were a few strides ahead of Harry still when you hear him coming up behind you, he makes it out in front of you and you notice his hair was dripping where it had come loose from its bun and his body was glistening with a mix of rain water and sweat. You got a little caught up watching Harry and almost trip letting out a little shriek catching yourself before you fell, you tried to play it off but you’d slowed down and lost a bit of distance on Harry. He looks behind him when he hears you shriek and sees you were a little further away than anticipated.

Harry comes over to you panting a little “are you ok?” He asks. You couldn’t even give the man a proper answer just gawking at his body you mouth hanging open a little your chest heaving. You wanted to box this memory up and keep it forever. You motion for Harry to come closer to which he obliged, he reached out pushing a little bit of hair from your eyes tucking it behind you ear caressing your cheek a little “sweetheart…y’ok?” Harry asks again stepping closer concerned that you hadn’t answered him. As you opened your mouth to respond there was a flash of lightning followed by a huge clap of thunder. You jump looking up at the sky before it went from tolerable rain to torrential Harry’s hand drops to your waist squeezing your side a little trying to hide the fact the thunder and lightning had also scared him. You take a moment before glancing at him “let’s get back” you say over the sound of the rain. Moving away from Harry’s grip turning back towards the house you begin to run, you glance to your side and see Harry next to you, he was glancing at you on and off.

Harry still wasn’t entirely convinced that nothing was going on, he had told you about his feelings and he felt you may have been holding back in your own. Arriving back at the house both of you completely soaked you kick your shoes off and pull your wet socks off at the door. Harry doing the same. “I’m going to head to the shower, meet you in the kitchen? I’ll cook us breakfast?” You ask. Harry nods smiling lightly not saying anything. You head off and shower warming yourself up a little before throwing on an oversized top and some cotton shorts before heading back to the kitchen. You cook breakfast for yourself and Harry who was yet to return from his own shower. After breakfast Harry still hadn’t come back so you head into the living room sitting at the piano.

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After almost two hours Harry still hadn’t come back, but you had managed to finish the song you had been writing and you wanted Harry to have it. It was like everything you felt for Harry and your struggle was in the song. You sit fiddling with it a little while longer trying to work on some of the harmonies, ‘same white shirt, couple more tattoos’ you try this line a few times before sighing moving forward ‘we’re not who we used to be, we’re not who we used to be, we’re just two ghosts…” you smile a little to yourself finding the harmony. You jump a little as Harry speaks up “you sound incredible, better than I do” he smiles. You look over for him seeing him standing at the edge of the living room with some grapes in hand. “How long have you been standing there? I was getting worried about you” You ask he chuckles softly “long enough, just had to take a few calls” he moves closer to come and sits next to you “I want you to have it” you whisper looking at him “I want you to sing it H, but only if you want to.” You say softly glancing at him. Harry couldn’t help but smile “what? To sing it? Pet it’s yours” he groans bumping your side a little, you shake your head “just….listen to the whole thing then decide?” You suggest repositioning yourself at the piano..

You begin playing Two Ghosts for Harry and by the end of it he had a few loose tears on his cheeks. He breathes out heavily “fuck” he sighs “you’re too good at this, y’know that?” Harry asks and you reach up with wipe his cheeks “y’ok?” You ask softly taking his hand, Harry squeezes your hand leaning over to kiss your head softly “I want to do it” he says wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You glance up at him surprised that he said yes. “Really?” You ask Harry just nods shifting his body to face you “it’s perfect sweetheart” you blush looking up at him with pleading eyes “thank you” you whisper resting your forehead to his.

“Y/n…” Harry whispers, you hum in response brushing your nose against Harry’s. All you could think about was how close your lips were to his. “Can I-” you cut Harry off before he can finish his sentence pressing your lips to his own. Harry immediately grips your wasit as you turn your body more to face him his soft pink lips encapsuling your own perfectly after a few minutes both you and Harry must have realised what you had done, you pulled away almost at the same time, each giving the other a moment to say something, anything. Harry’s hand moves to push some hair from your face before cupping your cheek “I- umm, was that-” Harry fumbles with his words a little looking at you in absolute awe. You just nod leaning closer to Harry wrapping your arms around him “I love Jamaica so much” you whisper Harry just smiles leaning in to kiss you again pulling you into his lap.

He slowly pulls away running his hands up your back causing you to break out in goosebumps, Harry bites his lip softly not being able to contain his smile “I wish we could stay like this forever” he mumbles kissing your jaw causing you to giggle, “I think Jeff would hate us if we did that” you smirk. Harry hums reaching up to peck your lips softly. You stay in each others arms for a moment before Harry’s phone begins to ring. He sighs softly placing a small peck to your nose as you climb off his lap. Plucking his phone from the top of the piano Harry sees Mitch’s name pop up he answers putting it on speaker “hey mate, y’alright?” Harry greets you stand and kiss Harry’s cheek before heading off the kitchen wanting to give Harry at least a little bit of privacy. “I’m good mate, just checking in to see how everything’s going?” Mitch’s voice echoed through the living space “great, everything’s really great, we’ve made great progress” you could hear the smile in Harry’s voice which caused you to blush knowing he wasn’t talking about the progress with writing.

Harry and Mitch chat for a while about the album and some of the songs they had written together before Harry came to Jamaica. After around thirty minutes of chatting they sound as though they had covered everything they needed to. “Ok, I’ll see you when your back in town then…oh! Wait how are things going with Y/n?” You perk up at the sound of your name wondering what Harry could have told Mitch for him to ask about you. The three of you had done some work together prior to the trip and you had a very annoying brother sister type of relationship with Mitch which got you wondering if maybe Harry had said something to him prior to you coming away with him. “Y’know it’s great” Harry chuckles softly “she’s amazing and we work really well together, this trip has been incredible” you hear Harry sigh softly “but?” Mitch asks sensing Harry wasn’t finished “part of me wants to just stay here with her, Y’know? M’happy and I don’t know the last time I was genuinely happy” he admits which overhearing the conversation surprised you a little. “Mate, Y’know she’s coming back to the same place you are, you’ll still see her and work with her, just enjoy it while y’can yeah?” You peek into the living space seeing Harry nod before responding. They chat a little longer about when Harry will be back in the UK before ending the call. You decide to leave Harry be for a moment heading over to open some door and windows now the weather had cleared up.

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The sea was screaming for you after you and Harry had spent the afternoon working on the album and trying to keep your hands off each other. “C’mon you, let’s get out of the house for a while” you smile kissing his cheek before racing off to change into a bikini. The high rise cheeky bottoms showing you off to Harry the way you wanted and the tie front top pushing your breasts together in a way even you could admire.

You head outside sighing softly at the way the sun hit and warmed your skin perfectly. Harry soon followed behind you “I like the view” he smirks from behind you. You turn and glance at him blushing slightly “shut up Styles” you bite your lip softly as he moves closer kissing your cheek softly before moving past you into the water “coming in?” He calls out already waist deep in water. You giggle a little at how cute he was being before following suit until you were standing directly in front of him. His hands automatically reach for your hips pulling you closer to him while your arms wrap around his shoulders, hands playing with the hair on the nape of his neck “I know Dunkirk is coming up soon, does that mean you have to cut your hair?” You ask softly looking up at Harry who nods a little “yeah, it’ll be cut and donated the day after we get home” he says just loud enough to hear over the waves lapping at your sides. “Do you not want me to cut it?” He asks curiously. You shake your head “I love that you want to help someone else and donate it H, it’s humble” he simply smiles and leans down kissing you softly.

You spend most of the afternoon in the water together and finally trying to paddle board which just led to Harry laying on the paddle board soaking up the sun instead. Eventually you both got out of the water and found comfort on the beach lounges “so Styles….how’s the album looking, what have we got so far?” You ask grabbing your phone opening your notes to make a list of what Harry and already written and what you had written together so far. “Well” he starts “we wrote and recorded Complicated Freak, Medicine, Baby Honey, Anna and Kiwi before we even left, oh and Sign of the Times and Only Angel, so far we have written Ever since New York, Two ghosts and Sweet Creature and I’m part way through probably four more songs, so we’re close”

“We’ve done a lot for only being here for a week” you smile at Harry who was already looking at you. He reaches out to push some hair from your face tucking it behind your ear “we have, haven’t we” he smiles pulling you into his lap taking your phone putting it aside before resting his hands on your thighs that were straddling his hips. You lean down pecking Harry’s lips softly dropping your hips a little so your torso was aligned with his. You could feel him growing hard in his swim trunks as he connected his lips back to yours humming against them.

You slowly pull away slightly just enough to be able to lick and suck at Harry’s bottom lip without completely losing contact. Harry’s hands move from your thighs to your rump pushing your hips down into his growing cock eliciting a groan that could have been music to your ears. The way you were straddling Harry’s front meant your clit was being stimulated by his tip driving you wild causing you to grind harder. “Is this ok?” Harry mumbles on your lips as he hooks his thumbs into your bikini bottoms “this is perfect” you respond instantly lifting your hips allowing Harry to push your bottoms down you kick them off to the side as Harry’s fingers graze up the inside of your thigh until they reach your centre. You connect your lips with Harry’s again slowly moving to kiss down his neck and chest paying particular attention to his butterfly tattoo. “H, can I take these off?” You ask wrapping your fingers around the waistband of his swim trunks. Harry simply nods not able to take his eyes off you. He helps you to take them off lifting his hips until his hard on springs free resting on his stomach. You bite your lip softly taking in Harry’s size before making your way down to kiss laurel tattoos. Harry moved to rest an arm under his head to be able to see you he inhales a sharp breath as you kiss up his length before taking him in your hand giving him a few lazy pumps.

Harry begins to leak a little causing you to smirk up at him “that desperate for me Styles?” You giggle “well you’ve been teasing me long enough” He smirks tucking your hair behind your ear. Without saying another word you settle a hand at Harry’s base to steady him, slowly licking up his length. Harry lets out a sigh, his eyes closing over and head resting back on his arm letting your mouth go to work. You place your tongue under Harry’s tip lapping up the pre-cum that had accumulated, working your tongue around his tip Harry groans out moving to hold your hair back. “That’s my girl…” Harry whimpers softly as you take his length in your mouth, trying to fit as much of him in as your body would allow before gagging, “taking me so well baby” Harry sighs thrusting up a little to meet your own movements. You come up for a moment to catch your breath when Harry pulls you back onto his chest connecting his lips to yours “so perfect” he mumbles on your lips moving your legs to straddle him. His hard cock nestled perfectly between your folds, you hum on Harry’s lips slowly beginning to grind against him the movements stimulating you both, causing the wetness between your legs to build, lubing Harry up perfectly. He shudders feeling your wetness against him, his tip grazing your entrance “c’mere” you whisper lifting your hips ever so slightly before positioning Harry at your entrance.

You slowly sink down onto his member, you suck your breath in before letting out a satisfied moan, loving the way Harry was filling you up, you simply stay as you were for a moment letting yourself adjust to Harry’s size leaning down placing some slow soft kisses to his lips, leaving your hands on his chest you slowly begin to rock finding a nice slow rhythm that was causing Harry to squirm “feels so good sweetheart, m’not gunna last long like this” he whimpers placing his hands on your rump pulling your hips towards his a little quicker. You speed up your pace and soon enough your both turned into one big sweaty mess as Harry turns you over onto your back without even needing to pull out and reposition himself.

He begins pounding you from this position running a hand down your calf until it reaches just above your ankle, Harry hoists it up to his shoulder kissing down your leg a little. You moan out gripping the edge of the lounge chair as Harry leans down pressing his lips to yours in a messy kiss, teeth and tongues clashing and moaning into each others mouths you start to feel your orgasm building rapidly in this new position, you kiss down Harry’s neck before looking him in the eye mouth agape “H…” you groan tipping your head back “I’m so close, gunna make me cum” you whimper holding his bicep your nails digging into the skin.

Harry just groans nipping at the skin on your neck and around your nipples kissing each one before coming back to your lips “let go for me baby, cum on my cock sweetheart” Harry grumbles on your lips as he reached down with his spare hand rubbing circles over your clit with his thumb driving you wild. Your breath hitches in your throat and your hips lift as you place your hand over Harry’s pushing him to rub you faster sending your over the edge. Letting out a shriek your hips drop back down as your orgasm takes over your body your entire body shaking as your pussy pulses around Harry’s cock seemingly sending him to his own climax his thrusts turning to lazy pumps as he fills you with his ribbons of white fluid he collapses onto your chest breathing heavily “shit” he whispers softly as his member twitches inside you “I’m sorry love, didn’t mean to cum in you, you’re just….wow” he sighs glancing up at you pecking your lips loosely. Your hands find his hair before responding “it’s ok H, I’m on birth control, cum in me all you want” you whisper on his lips. You feel him smirk and buck his hips forward a little teasing you, you gasp at the pleasurable overstimulation.

You stay tangled in one another for around twenty minutes as you both come down from your highs Harry’s hand stroking your side “y’ok?” He whispers softly kissing across your cheek before making it to your lips “amazing” you whisper back pecking his lips as some goose bumps begin to form on your arms “cold sweetheart?” Harry asks, but before you’d even responded he’d bundled your up in his arms and was carrying you inside to the master bathroom. Harry sets you down on the counter in the bathroom before heading over to the bath turning the water on adding some bubble bath to the water before returning to you his hands coming to rest on your waist “you should use the bathroom pet, we don’t want you getting an infection” he whispers kissing your cheek softly “I’ll go grab some clothes for us” Harry goes to walk away but you grab his hand pulling him back towards you wrapping your arms around his neck “why don’t you bring all your clothes back?” You whisper just loud enough that Harry could hear over the running water he simply smiles “want me to stay with you?” He asks picking up on what you were implying. You simply nod biting your lip trying to hide your smile Harry breaks out in that trademark grin and leans down kissing your passionately “I’d love nothing more” he whispers on your lips “I’ll be back in a couple of minutes ok?” He asks kissing your nose. You nod as Harry reluctantly let’s go of your body scooting off to go and collect his belongings. While he’s gone you go to the bathroom like he asked before making some room for his things on the counter.

On Harry’s return you were turning the water off for the tub turning the lights down so you were able to watch the sunset together. Harry wanders back in with his toiletries in hand placing them on the counter before coming over wrapping his arms around you from behind kissing along your shoulder you hum placing your arms over Harry’s. “Baths ready for us, I’ll grab us some towels” you say softly escaping Harry’s grip heading into the bedroom you grab some towels and yours and Harry’s phones before coming back. On return Harry’s was standing at the floor to ceiling window that over looked the beach as the sun hit him perfectly you quickly swipe across to the camera app on your phone taking a quick snap of Harry, illuminated by the golden sun, ass on full display. Unfortunately you hadn’t had your phone on silent, so the click of the camera gave you away and Harry’s head instantly swung in your direction. “What’cha up to miss?” He asks making his way over to you “just admiring” you giggle a little trying to hide your phone “give us a look” Harry chuckles trying to grab your phone from your hands as your cheeks flush bright red trying to keep your phone away from him, eventually Harry’s long arms prove your short ones useless grabbing your phone looking at the photo “who’s this? Do I know’im?” Harry asks you scoff a little smiling up at Harry “I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself, you looked too good” you smile softly. Harry places your phone down on the counter and cups your cheeks “don’t apologise sweetheart, I’m just messing around” he smiles leaning down to kiss you softly “ready to hop in?” He asks hands moving down to rub your hips. You nod “yeah, just need to tie my hair back” you smile pecking his lips before moving out of Harry’s grip to grab a hair tie. You pull your hair into a loose bun with a few pieces hanging around your face turning around you see Harry already in the water smiling over at you admiring what he so badly wanted to be his.

Heading toward the bath Harry holds his hand out to help you climb in before settling your back in his chest his legs either side of yours, his arms around your torso rubbing circles into your skin as you both watch the sun go down. “You’re so beautiful” Harry whispers in your ear causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin, you hum softly resting your head back on his shoulder as he kisses down your neck a little before going to back to watching the sunset, it was in this moment that you realised Harry wasn’t watching the sunset at all, in the reflection in the window you could see you both, Harry had been watching you the whole time. In that moment you knew this is what you wanted with this man you had fallen for Harry because Harry had fallen for you, you turn in his hold a little placing a finger under his chin directing his face to yours before placing your lips to his in a delicate kiss.

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Snuggling into Harry in bed he kisses your forehead softly “Harry?” You ask looking up at him, he hums resting his forehead to yours “what are we going to do?” You whisper softly “what do you mean pet?” He responds placing a kiss to your forehead. “What happens when we go home? Do things go back to how they were?” You ask nervously. Harry rolls over onto his side to look at you properly, “is that what you want?” He asks a worried look covering his face. You shake your head trying to hold yourself together “no…not at all” he smiles a little cupping your cheeks. “Well, I’d love for us to see where things go in our normal lives, see if we can make us work, go on dates together, keep writing and working together, even go for runs together with Mish?” He asks, you smile giggling a little, feeling like a giddy teenager. “I’d love that” you say pecking Harry’s lips he pulls you closer deepening the kiss as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, next thing you know Harry’s under the covers with his curly mane between your legs eating you out perfectly.

“Fuck your gorgeous” Harry mumbles on your skin as he kisses back up to your lips “roll onto your side baby” Harry whispers before tucking himself behind you kissing down your spine a little before slipping his boxers off “y’ok babe?” Harry asks kissing your neck, you twist to look at Harry nodding “I’m amazing H” you smile pulling him toward you kissing him passionately as he pushes himself into you causing you to gasp interlocking your hands with his.

Harry pumps himself into you slowly cradling you in his arms. He made slow love to you for hours wanting to spoil you and be as close to you as he possibly could. There was no sense of urgency, and no race to finish, it was just you and Harry enjoying the intimate moment together.

Eventually it got too much for Harry cumming inside of you for the second time this trip. “Why do you have to be so perfect” Harry groans smiling up at you his chest glistening with sweat. You giggle a little leaning down to whisper in his ear “I’m not done yet superstar” Harry smirks his hands running up your back pulling you into him kissing you in a needy fashion. “What is it baby?” He asks slowly pulling away “I wanna ride the tiger” you whisper on his lips smirking winning at him.

Harry looks at you a little dumbfounded “you wanna cum again sweet girl?” He asks you nod looking at him with pleading eyes biting your lip “yes please” you smirk. Harry chuckles softly “how can I say no to such good manners” he smiles as you lift off him nestling yourself onto his thigh. You lock eyes with Harry as you reach your hand to your mouth licking across your fingers before reaching down to your clit to help with moving against Harry’s thigh.

Watching you Harry groans placing his hands on your thighs giving them a squeeze as you begin to move against him, before long your movements were paced and stimulating including for Harry who was holding your hips guiding over his permanent art “you…are so fucking stunning sweet girl” he pants on your lips causing you to moan as Harry moved his leg a little stimulating you further, his cum leaking from you coating his thigh.

”Harry…” you pant squeezing your eyes shut “I’m…” you couldn’t even bring yourself to finish your sentence “I know sweetheart” he whispers within seconds your nails were digging into Harry’s shoulders as your head tipped back Harry’s mouth attached to your nipple adding another element to your climax “fuck!” You moan out as your body convulses against Harry practically clinging to him.

Calming down Harry helps you to lay next to him body’s entangled in one another Harry leaving delicate kisses over your face and chest “can I tell you something?” Harry whispers pushing your hair from your neck placing a few chaste kisses there before pulling away slowly as you nod “I’ve had feelings for you since we started working together, you’re kind of my muse for a lot of my writing, Mitch is the only one that really knows how deep they go” Harry sighs a little “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner” you look up at Harry shaking your head “don’t apologise babe, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have feelings for you within a few weeks of working with you” you giggle a little.

Harry pulls you closer wrapping his arms around you kissing you softly “staying in Jamaica with you for good is sounding better and better” Harry smirks on your lips. You giggle a little on Harry’s lips “don’t tempt me, I might be in trouble with your fans and Jeff for keeping to you myself” you mumble kissing him back. “I’d be ok with that” Harry responds before rolling you onto your back starting what was to be a long strenuous night.

enjoy this little but not so little one, it’s been sitting in the drafts for a while and not proof read super well so please be kind!

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Angel in Disguise

Word count: 3.1k

Pairing: Frat boy Harry and singer!Y/N

Summary: Harry meets his crush and she shows him that she loves him too; more than he could have ever guessed.

Trigger warnings: smut/sex (unprotected), pet names, swearing, slight degradation, slow burn, probably more, but, ya know… the stuff.

A/N: This didn’t take me too long, but I proofread and fixed it more than anything I’ve ever written for tumblr. I hope you enjoy it! <3

They’d seen each other before, fitful and futile attempts for Harry to connect with her. He was convinced she couldn’t see him, that there was a blind spot in her eye that shielded him from her view. She was one of the only girls on the planet that could brush him off without a word. Without a reason. Without a glance.

For the sensitive people out there, even the ones who leaned more toward the cocky side, this was discouragement at its finest. But Harry was not sensitive, nor overly cocky. He, mixed with Y/N, was the perfect storm.

He had been open about his feelings from her from the beginning. He had been invited on The Ellen Show to play ‘Who’d You Rather,’ and it was no surprise who won.

“She’s outrageously attractive,” he stuttered, unable to look Ellen in the eye. “I mean, really, have you ever seen a more gorgeous woman?”

This simple line found its way into many ears throughout the world, two of which were Y/N’s.

She couldn’t really escape it, with her followers tagging her in every repost of the clip. It tickled her to see that she had a man, who she’d never met, in the palm of her hand like that.

After the internet had exploded with this information, all interview hosts seemed to be asking Harry about her, and her about Harry. She seemed to be all he talked about for months, and she devoured every word for it.

After all, who would let such a cute man’s words slide off like that?

“Tell me, what part of Y/N do you find most attractive?”

“She’s got a breathtaking face,” he would sigh wistfully, “and gorgeous curves. Her personality is so… bold and striking.”

He had come across her by fate on the street once, after the initial revealing of his love. She had come close enough to him so her shoulder brushed against his side, but she’d continued walking in the opposite direction, like a model, like nothing had ever happened.

Harry had turned to watch her go, hurt, lust, and adoration illuminating his face. There were articles plastered over the internet and tabloids the next day, of him gawking at her as she has, literally, brushed him off.

He couldn’t stand this, the mere thought of her touching him would harden his cock faster than anything. He touched himself religiously to mental images of her, as a soundtrack of her songs and speaking voice flowed through his head. He came into jars on a nightly basis too, imagining they were her tight pussy. He wondered what it was like to hear her sweet voice moan. Thinking of that sent him practically over the edge. What would her lips feel like?

“You released your new album, Harry’s House, more than a month ago now, and the world is going absolutely mad over it,” A sly smirk crossed over the interviewer’s face. “I’m sure you talk about that quite a bit nowadays, so allow me to shake things up. Harry, if you had to ask Y/N one question, what would it be?”

Harry chuckled. He hadn’t been asked this for a while, but he was still used to answering it. Every answer that he’d used in response to this was different. It was always untrue, but it was somewhat amusing nonetheless.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he grinned, using a hand to stroke his chin as if he were in deep contemplation. “Many things.”

“Just one, mate.”

At this point, the audience began to murmur and point behind him, but he knew better than to turn around. He had been fooled one time too many.

“What’s your favorite flower?”

This was nothing compared to the one question that dwelled in the darkest parts of his overactive mind. A question that wouldn’t see the light of day for anything.

“Tulips and buttercups.”

A sweet voice tickled Harry’s ears from behind, causing him to whirl around. He blushed deeply, beginning beneath the collar of his shirt and spreading up his cheeks. The world’s most beautiful girl was standing behind him, smiling sweetly, and touching his shoulder.

The audience laughed out loud at his surprise and he immediately folded his hands, placing them subtly over his lap. Convenient.

She bent down to give him a big hug from behind as he sat, awkwardly, wringing his hands and kicking himself internally for not hugging her back.

That could have been his last chance, but dirty scenarios were already flooding his mind. They brought a dark smirk to his face and caused him to tune out the interview host and the beautiful girl sitting beside him. Her hips could be good for a whole lot.

He drifted slowly out of his daydream, just in time to hear his name after what was supposed to be a question.

“What?” he had to ask as he noticed the other two staring at him.

“Did you hear the question?” Y/N joked, giving his arm a playful slap.

“No,” he admitted sheepishly, drawing laughter from the audience. “Sorry.”

Y/N giggled as she repeated the question Jeremy had asked him. “What initially attracted you to me? Did you catch it that time?”

He chose to ignore the second part, thinking about the potential of the first part. “Your personality…” he stammered, all too aware of the chatter going on in the audience and at the pair of gorgeous hazel eyes that twinkled from beside him. “You’re really pretty…”

“Good answer,” Jeremy confirmed and Y/N gave a half-smile, showing off her dimple as she put her arm around his shoulder. She must have been able to feel his pulse in the blood that pounded through the veins on his back, though, because she drew back quickly.

But that didn’t keep Harry from internalizing the feeling.

Jeremy handed a stack of thick laminated cards to both singers before explaining the rules. “You are going to read the other one a question. They will be required to answer it to the best of their ability. Understand?”

“Yes,” the pair replied in unison.

“Y/N, ladies first.”

She cheerfully picked the top card off the stack, giggling as she read it. “This is fun! Who do you dream about most often?”

“Niall, Louis, Liam, and Zayn,” he replied honestly. Despite how many hot nights he had spent under her sheets in his dreams, his mind always went back to mourning the loss of his 1D days. “Now it’s my turn to ask a question?”

When Jeremy and Y/N nodded their confirmation, he nearly choked upon reading the top card. “Are you single?” He was being set up and he knew it. And he loved it.

“Yeah,” she replied with a toss of her beautiful hair. “And ready to mingle.”

“A better question is,” Jeremy added, “it’s Friday afternoon. You think you’ll still be single tomorrow morning?”

“Who knows?” she tossed the curly-headed boy beside her a tantalizing gaze. “I prefer to go with the flow.”

He laughed out loud at the comment, shifting the cards into his lap. Couldn’t he keep it in his pants for a few minutes?

After more questions and painful giggles, the interview was over and Harry was alone with Y/N backstage.

“I love that shirt on you,” she mentioned as she tugged at his collar. “It makes your eyes look really green.”

He grinned at her and they gave each other a mutual hug.

“Do you wanna come somewhere with me?” he asked and she nodded her approval.

“Where do you wanna go?”

“Out for dinner somewhere,” he responded, touching his hair nonchalantly.

“Of course!” she followed him as he headed for the exit, grinning at his sweet manor. “Or we could order takeout and eat it at my place,” she suggested and Harry agreed with that.

“I can call it in if you tell me what you want.”

“What do you want?” Harry asked his princess. “It’s up to you.”

She suggested an Italian restaurant that she loved and he found their menu as she slid into her car and he slid into his.

“Tell me what you want, quick,” he said, leaning his head out of the door.

“I’ll have chicken Alfredo,” she decided and his cheeks heated up, excited about the concept of being at her house.

“Okay! I’ll order it and have it delivered to… where?”

She gave him her address and he repeated it back as he prepared to dial the number on his phone. He was pleased with how his day was going. He was pleased that he had exchanged words and physical contact—hugs!—with Y/N. He just wanted to kiss her. That would make his day the best in history.

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“You’re so cute,” he had barely gotten in the door and Y/N was already in front of him, arms hanging loosely around his neck, drawing him down to her height. “Can you kiss me?”

He groaned at the feeling of her hands on his face as she pressed her lips against his. They burned with passion he had no idea she felt for him and tasted like… true love. Not cheap, meaningless love, but real, dangerous love.

He opened his mouth for leverage and she took the opportunity to slip inside and begin exploring his mouth with her tongue. She tasted so good.

He moaned as he felt her tongue caress the inside of his cheek, stimulating him in ways he craved.

Her tongue slipped over the roof of his mouth, leaving a tingling sensation behind in its tracks.

The kiss only broke when there was a knock on the door and Harry straightened to open it. He exchanged a few words with the delivery person and Y/N grew increasingly irritated with the time he was taking. She placed his palm on top of hers and her other hand on top as he shut the door, setting down the food on the table beside the door.

“What is it, darling?” he asked, holding back giddy giggles.

“I wanna keep kissing you,” she explained. “You taste so sweet, feel so good on my tongue.”

“You taste exquisite yourself, cutie pie,” he commented as he smashed his lips back against hers.

She groaned out of pure joy as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, enjoying a flavor he could never find anywhere else. After kissing that pretty girl, he never wanted to put his lips on anyone else.

Her hands wandered curiously into his hair and she began twirling it subconsciously, syncing the twists to the movement of her tongue.

Eventually they pushed off of each other and walked into the living room with their food and Y/N directed Harry to the floor behind her coffee table, and in front of her couch.

He knelt awkwardly between the furniture, opening his takeout box as she turned on the television.

“Do you want anything to drink, Y/N?”

“Yeah. Actually… I have something.” She headed towards the kitchen and opened the cupboard, pulling out a bottle of wine and some glasses. “If you want any.”

She knelt beside him on the floor and opened her box, too.

Friends was playing as they ate, but they were doing anything but paying attention to it.

With every bite, Y/N scooted a little closer to Harry, until she was practically in his lap.

He noticed.

“Sweet angel, what are you doing?” he asked as she leaned against the side of his arm.

She used her fork to twirl up some pasta and she turned to look at Harry. “Try some!”

“Don’t want any, sorry,” he grinned as she put a hand on his knee to help her lean closer to him. She pushed her fork against his lips and he ate the pasta off of it, the thought of her mouth on it making him salivate.

“Is it good?”

He nodded. “It’s pretty good, but I’m full,” he leaned back against the couch behind them and sighed contentedly.

She turned to set her fork back down in her box before going back to Harry and licking a stripe across his face.

“What was that for?” he asked, stunned by her audacious actions.

“You look so yummy,” Y/N took a sip of her wine before turning around and sitting perpendicular to him. “I can get wet just looking at your gorgeous face, your curls, your soft, pink lips…”

He couldn’t help but admire her. He wondered if the extra pigment in her cheeks was makeup, the wine, or him. It was too perfect. It had to be makeup, right?

The way her eyelashes fluttered when she blinked was a drug to him. She was everything he wanted and so much more. She was his entire life.

He felt his cock twitch in his pants as she sat up and turned to look at him.

He grabbed her face and immediately began kissing her all over.

She sat there, in shock, as her face was covered in messy kisses. She shifted her body into his lap and felt how hard he was beneath her.

“Oh, fuck, Y/N,” he groaned. “Get offa me.”

“You’re…”

He looked at the ground, thoroughly embarrassed. “I’m sorry,” he said simply.

“It’s alright,” she assured him, “it’s cute.”

“It’s cute?”

“Yeah,” she kissed his cheek. “Where do you wanna go?”

His mouth fell open as he tried not to smile. “Your house, your choice.”

“This old couch should suffice, hm?”

He nodded, waiting for her permission to undress.

“Do you want to…”

He nodded desperately as she locked her lips onto his neck and kissed, tongue roaming around his skin.

He moaned continuously as she grabbed his pants zipper, giving it a tiny tug and urging him to take it off as she pulled up her skirt.

He gawked at seeing her panties, just thinking of her pussy underneath got his mind racing.

He unzipped his pants as he kissed her jaw and she could see a prominent erection in his underwear.

“Can I… suck you?” she asked, and the question alone caused him to moan.

“Please!”

He pulled his underwear off and dropped them beside him as he sat on the couch and she knelt before him, between his legs.

He tasted so good for her, the precum tasting like summer and joy.

“God… fuck…” he murmured as he felt her tongue lick long strokes up and down his cock. “Feels so good, princess,” he breathed. “Keep going, fuck, I already need to cum.”

“You can’t cum yet,” she mumbled through her mouthful. “I’ve barely gotten started with you.”

She loved the feeling of his skin beneath her tongue, the veins that were present on his length. He tasted so wonderful, and every move she made seemed to turn him on more and more.

He moaned almost ceaselessly as her tongue and lips wracked his cock, until she instructed him to cum. The release was impressive.

His eyes squeezed shut and his toes curled, as he moaned her name repeatedly.

“You’re okay,” she assured him as his orgasm reached an end, licking the leftover cum from her lips. “What now?”

He pressed his hard cock to her dripping pussy as he shifted to a lying position on her couch, pulling her on top of him.

She rode his cock, bouncing up and down on him as enjoyment played in his face, mixed with a withheld orgasm.

“You’re hot,” she said and the simple words made him throw his head back with a moan.

“I just want to fuck you.”

“Y/NNNNN,” he moaned and she grinned, moaning back.

“Harryyyy.”

Tears came to his eyes as he tried not to cum again, bucking his hips. Hearing her voice was amazing. But hearing her moan his name?

“You can’t cum yet, silly fuck. You’ve barely been in me for thirty seconds!” She must have seen the look of pain on his face, though, because she slowed down enough to give him a kiss on his cheek and ask if he wanted to keep going.

Once his consent was given and accepted, she sat back up as he drove his hard cock into her from below.

A burning sensation crept stealthily through her stomach as she bounced a little on his cock, as if she were riding a horse.

“Fuck, Harry,” she groaned. “You feel so good in me.”

He moaned before pleading one final time for her to let him cum, and she did, cumming right alongside him. The warm juices filled her cunt so well, she could barely breathe. She sat up in a bewildered Harry’s arms and nuzzled her face against his neck as the last of her orgasm exited her body.

“What did you really want to ask me earlier?”

“What?” he opened his sleepy green eyes, frowning in confusion.

“What did you want to ask me at the interview,” she repeated and he sighed wistfully. “I promise, I’ll answer.”

“How do you make me feel this way?”

“What way?”

“So good, so fucking good. So hard, all I wanna do is kiss you until we’re tired of it. Then I wanna lie down with you and sleep in your arms.” These sleepy thoughts provoked a deep yawn out of him and she grinned, stroking his hair gently.

“I don’t know, but I sure do love you.” A delicate kiss was placed upon his swollen lips as she directed him to the shower to rinse off as she cleaned up her couch. “This is more cum than I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” she remarked.

Harry groaned as he walked into her bathroom. It was immaculate. It practically sparkled and the counters… seemed a perfect height to ruin.

He stepped into the shower and rinsed himself off. He knew damn well he wouldn’t be able to sleep if he was all sweaty and covered in cum.

When he emerged from the shower, Y/N directed him to her bed and tucked him in among the silky pillows and sheets.

“I’ll be right back,” she explained, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You go to sleep.”

He waited up for her, despite her instructions, and she came back into the room clean and fresh.

She climbed into bed beside him and he nuzzled his nose into her damp hair. It smelled so good. He should go out and buy some just to smell and remind him of her.

“Sleep tight, darling,” she mumbled. “Do you wanna be big spoon or little spoon?”

He hesitated for a moment before deciding, “Little spoon.”

She rolled over as he curled up and cuddled up around him. Her hands rested comfortably on his lower torso and he fell asleep almost instantly at her touch, but not before asking, “So are you going to be single tomorrow morning?”

“I don’t know,” she grinned mysteriously. “Only time will tell. Sweet dreams!”

“Can we do it again tomorrow morning?”

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IT'S YOU

Chapter 5

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Word count: 2.5 k

Warnings: Coarse language

A/n: Hey everyone, how are y'all? We had decided to post this a few days ago, but couldn't. Anyway, here's part 5, enjoyy.

Xoxo,

G and M

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That was all the invitation he needed. He could not leave her in such a state, what if she wanted help at night? She lived alone. He liked to pretend that it was the only reason he couldn’t leave her alone, just so he can justify his actions.

Even though he wanted to stay, he didn’t want to do that without her permission and now that he got it, he wanted nothing more.

As much as he wanted to sleep in the same bed as her, he knew that it wasn’t the right thing to do. He thought about sleeping in another room or even on the little couch in the living room but the idea of her needing help at night caused him to stay in the same room. So, he decided to sleep on the floor. He took a few throw pillows and the blanket from the couch and lay down.

The calm breathing pattern coming from the bed made him realize that she was in deep slumber.

He looked up at Y/N’s sleeping figure. She looked so at peace; she looked beautiful. He thought about what his best friend Niall said to him when he came to his promotion party.

“Mate, are you that stupid to let her go? You both seem really into each other”

Thinking back , Harry realized that he was more of a coward to deny his feelings towards her. He knew that she wouldn’t be interested in him and that she would probably be in a relationship. Why fool himself?, he thought.

But now, he realized that he had been stupid, for deliberately avoiding the fact that his heart beat frantically whenever shes around him,the way the mere touch of her fingertips made his breath hitch. In that moment he realized that it had always been her.No matter how cold he tried to act towards her, no matter how hard he tried to forget her, no matter how many times he tried to deny having feelings for her,she’d find a way back to his heart.It had always been her.

But he suddenly shook the thought away from his mind; she is not interested in him, she doesn’t even like spending time with him, she said so herself for god's sake. He knew that he had messed up the opportunity to be with her, if there even was one.

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn’t remember when he had drifted off .

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The sleep wasn’t really comforting, especially on a cold floor without a bed. He woke up early in the morning when the first rays of the sun hit him. He folded the blanket neatly and put it, along with the pillows, back on the couch. He went to the bathroom and washed his face. She was still sleeping when he came out. The gentle rays of the sun were caressing her face. He thought of waking her up but decided not to.

He walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water and suddenly had an idea: surprise Y/N with a breakfast!

Without wasting any time, he got to work and in no time, a delicious array of food items could be seen on the dining table.

He was about to get orange juice from the fridge when he heard a knock on the door. He had an intuition that it would be the mailman or Jenna, but he was proven wrong when someone called out, “Oii…Y/N/N… open the door…”

Eyebrows furrowed, he walked towards the front door and opened it, only to find a man about his age. He wasn’t as tall as Harry, but had a toned body. He was wearing a white t-shirt and black skinny jeans. His eyes were blue and he had jet black hair. He wore glasses and had a sharp jawline. Harry did not like the way he called out to Y/N using her nickname. Who was this strikingly handsome young man? What is his relationship with Y/N?

“Um, who are you?”, the man asked.

Damn, he had a deep voice. Hiding his sudden self-doubt, Harry replied,

“ I am a colleague of Y/N’s, who are you?”

“Colleague? Um, is there anything wrong?Where is she?”Harry did not like that the man completely disregarded his question. With a frown on his face, he replied,

“No, I mean she’s alright now. I had to drop her home last night, she sort of fainted. I had to stay here to make sure she’s-”

Harry couldn’t complete the sentence because the man had gotten inside by then,

“Passed out ? Where is she? Is she okay now?” he asked Harry and did not wait for an answer. The man rushed towards her bedroom.

“Y/N/N… Hey, where are you?” Harry did not like him calling her by her nickname, at all.

He followed the man to her bedroom.

He was seen shaking her awake. He brought his palm to her forehead to check if she had a fever. The touch he shared with her was way too intimate for Harry’s liking. He came to the conclusion that this unknown man was there frequently, by the way he was going around in her house.

Y/N stirred awake and when he saw the man grinning at her, she chucked a pillow at him,

“Why did you wake me up, you idiot?”Harry could see that she was smiling, a genuine smile. It was directed towards the mystery man though, that smile was not for him. His face fell.

“What are you talking about, bubs? I was just making sure that you weren’t dead”, he teased her.

“Now come on, it’s a busy day, you want to get to the office on time, don't you?”He helped her sit up.

Harry scoffed when he heard the man using the nickname, and Y/N suddenly turned towards the source of that sound.

“Oh, hi, I thought you had left yesterday ” she chuckled nervously.

“Um yeah, I was about to leave…So,uh…see you later, I guess.” He said, face devoid of any emotion.

“Mate, you didn’t even introduce yourself to me, that’s kind of rude…” The man turned to him with a smile and Harry just wanted to knock him out.

" I am Harry, Harry Styles. I work with Y/N.” He said through gritted teeth.

“Oh, so this is Harry” the man looked over to Y/N with a knowing smirk, which didn't go unnoticed by Harry. Y/N shot him a warning look and turned towards Harry, who looked irritated.

“Um, Harry, this is Dan, sorry, Daniel. We've been…”

Oh. So they both call each other by nicknames.

She couldn’t complete the sentence , Harry had stormed off saying,

“I gotta be somewhere, Y/N, see you in the office. We'll catch up later, mate. Bye”.

“Harry, wait…” she called behind him and he walked towards his car as if he did not hear that.

She was really confused by the way he was acting. Everything seemed okay last night.

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Harry was scared, to say the least. He was scared that she'd introduce that man, Dan, or whatever his name was, as her boyfriend. He was scared that he wouldn't be able to take it if they were together. He knew it was rude to storm off in the middle of a conversation, but he didn't know what he was doing. He knew he should not have done that and decided to apologise to her, once she got to the office.

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"What just happened? ", Dan asked, confused.

" I have no idea, he seemed really angry. " She walked towards the living room, Daniel trailing behind.

Her mood was suddenly ruined by Harry’s behaviour. She did not know what made him angry but she wondered if Dan had said anything to him.

She walked into the kitchen to make breakfast only to find that Harry had already prepared it.

Toast, scrambled eggs, juice, freshly cut fruit…

For some reason she felt guilty for making him prepare breakfast, even though she didn't exactly make him do it.

“Wow…He made all this? I was starving…” Daniel picked up a toast without bothering to use a plate.

“What the hell Dan, stop being childish, why can't you use a plate? Act a bit mature for your age” Y/N muttered, annoyed at the way he was eating.

Dan gasped dramatically and placed his hand on his chest.

“One day with your perfect boy and now I'm an immature child? Thats rude Y/N/N”

He fake cried and wiped an imaginary tear from his face.

“Stop the drama. Do whatever you want.” She smiled.

“Yeah, that’s my girl” Dan laughed.

“And, he's not my “perfect boy”” She said, doing air quotes with her hands.

Even though she tried to look annoyed, she miserably failed at the attempt.

“And he's not a boy” she added.

“Woahhh stop right there… I don’t want to hear any dirty details from last night..Nuh uh.” Dan covered his ears with his hands.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Nothing happened last night. He bought me dinner and dropped me home. We talked a bit and after that … I don't remember anything after that.”

She tried to recall what else happened. She knew that there was nothing she needed to worry about, Harry maybe arrogant or obnoxious, but he was still a gentleman who always respected other people’s boundaries. Why did he stay over ? Did he sleep in the same bed as her? Is he angry with her for making him feel like he should stay the night and look after her? Or did Dan say something to him?

“Y/N/N…hey.. Are you okay?” Daniel asked.

“Did you have any arguments with Harry or something?” She asked him.

“What!No, of course not.He told me that you weren’t feeling well last day and then i came in. Nothing happened.”

“I don’t know why but I felt like he was pissed off or something. Maybe it’s something else. Sorry for assuming, Dan.”

“Wait, so he was okay till you went to sleep yesterday and you guys didn’t talk today… He was annoyed only after I came in, so there’s only one possible explanation, he might be jealous” Daniel shrugged with a smirk.

“Stop it Dan, he doesn’t have feelings for me, I am so not his type. You know, you and Jenna should start a youtube channel explaining conspiracy theories or some shit, you both share the same brain cells.” She huffed.

“Because we’re both observant! Unlike someone. Speaking of Jenna, we all should go out again sometime. It's been a while since I've seen her.”

“Yeah sure, we can arrange that” she smiled. She loved spending time with them both, they had the best memories together. They were the most important people in her life.

“Maybe we can go out this weekend? But you'll have to pick me up and drop me back as a punishment for crashing my car, speaking of which, have you brought it ?” She asked him.

“As if I don’t drive you anywhere”, he scoffed.“And yes, I've brought your precious car back.”

She laughed and flipped him off.

They ate together and he left after that. He told her to thank Harry on his behalf for the delicious breakfast.

She was getting ready for office when she thought about what Daniel said.

Could Harry be jealous? No way in hell, he’d never have feelings for her, could he? She was not his type, maybe he likes someone like the women he flirted with in the office, women who were considered beautiful, curves in the right places, toned body… He’d never look at her that way, she was pretty sure about that.

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Y/N reached the office on time and was met with Jenna’s angry eyes. She gave Y/N an earful for skipping meals and at last, she promised Jenna that she’d never do it again.

She was overall in a good mood.

Jenna texted her a couple hours later, asking her to go with her to get a coffee. She finished the pending work and left her office and walked towards the hallway where Jenna said she’d be waiting.

She decided to pay a quick visit to Harry’s office to thank him for the breakfast. She also thought she could subtly bring up why he’d left in a hurry this morning.But, she was disappointed to see his cabin empty and remembered him saying this morning that he had to be somewhere. A part of her wanted him to be jealous even though she did not want to admit that to anyone or herself.

She walked towards the hallway, but did not see Jenna and went straight to the cafeteria to find her in their usual spot.

“I got you your usual since you were late” she said and held out a cup of coffee.

“Thanks, Jen, I actually had gone to see Harry but he wasn't there. Did he come to the office this morning?” she asked.

“No, I was about to ask you about the same. You guys were together last night, weren't you? Didn't he say anything?”

“No, but he did mention this morning that he had to be somewhere and then he left. I didn't think it was true though. But now I think it was.” She mused.

“Wait,in the morning? He stayed over at your place last night?”

“I told you he bought me dinner and dropped me home”

“But you didn’t tell me he stayed the night! Did something happen? Oh, I'm glad you both finally came to your senses. God, the guy is so whipped.”

“What! No, nothing happened! I swear to god you and Daniel are both crazy, there is nothing going on between us! He was getting on my nerves too..ughh…” she was annoyed.

“Daniel is here?”

“Yeah I forgot to mention that, didn't I ? He came early in the morning to give my car back. He told me to tell you that it’s been a while since he saw you and that we should go out sometime”

“Definitely. Is he free this weekend?”

“Yeah, I guess, I'll call him later and let you know.”

“How’s Daniel by the way? All good? Did he interrogate Harry? I know he’s so protective of you.”

“He’s good. Actually, it was Harry who opened the door, i was knocked out when Dan came. I don’t know what happened but he left soon after that.”

“Are you guys talking about Harry Styles, by any chance?”

Aria Bennett’s voice cut their conversation.

“No, we weren’t. Why?” Y/N said quickly, even though she was sure Aria might have heard most of the conversation.

“Well, I don’t know if you've noticed, but Harry didn’t make it to the office today, neither did Fabiola. I mean, I always thought he had a thing for her, she is smart, beautiful and innocent. They’d make a good couple” She giggled and walked away.

Y/N felt a lump forming in her throat, he did say that he had to be somewhere else. Would he have gone to see Fabiola?

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A/N: this is the first thing I've written in like 8 months and it's basically just smut...I was inspired...18+ please lol (this isn't proofread and maybe it should be hahahah)

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“It’s like ripping off a bandaid, love. Just go for it.”

Harry and Y/N were situated in the bathroom, Harry sitting on a small stool facing the mirror with Y/N behind him. She had a pair of hair-cutting scissors in one hand and clippers in the other. He was really doing this.

“You know if you’re bald, you can’t steal my hair clips anymore, right?”

He gives her a faint smirk. “That crossed my mind.”

“No more running your hands through it.”

“Are you upset about that, or am I?”

“This is drastic!”

Harry meets Y/N’s gaze in the mirror before turning around to face her. “Darling, it’s just hair. It’ll grow back. Please help me cut it before I lose my nerve.”

So Y/N ends up with scissors to her boyfriend’s luscious, signature curly locks. Each strand of hair that falls on the ground nearly causes her to flinch, and out of her peripherals, she can see Harry watching her every move.

“Just trying to be careful to make sure it looks good…the whole point of me cutting it is to avoid you going to the shop, yeah?”

Harry reaches behind him at this, slightly squeezing her thigh in confirmation. “I know, love. I didn’t say anything. I don’t have anywhere to be.”

Y/N asks him at least two more times if he is sure before taking the clippers to his head, but when Harry gives her a firm nod telling her to proceed, she tries to remind herself to breathe as she shaves the first section. Harry shivers at the sensation of his hair hitting his bare back and shoulders.

“‘S a good thing I got the head shape for going bald, huh?”

“Well…”

”Y/N! You’re gonna make me second guess-”

“I’m kidding, H! I think you’ve got a lovely head shape for going bald,” Y/N positions herself in front of him so she can better see what she’s doing at the front of his head, near his hairline. “Now that I’m thinking about it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen your hair shorter than when you cut it for Dunkirk.”

“Remember when I picked you up one day without mentioning it because I thought it would be a fun surprise?”

Y/N pauses her movements, playfully glaring at him. “I think I’d mistake you for an intruder or something if you came through the door completely bald with no warning.”

“Isn’t it nice that I asked you to do it for me this time instead of just shocking you?”

Y/N hums at this, and the couple falls into a comfortable silence as she continues to cut his hair. Harry fiddles with his hands in his lap and reaches behind him occasionally to stroke Y/N’s thigh, but nothing is said between the two. 

Harry’s the first to break their cozy silence. “Woah…my hair.”

“I know.”

He turns around on the stool, looking up slightly to make direct eye contact with her. “You like it, though?”

“It’ll grow on me.”

“Y/N…”

“I’m kidding, H.”

He turns back to the mirror, inspecting his reflection. “Tell me you like it, babe. Even if you don’t.”

Y/N lets out a small giggle at her boyfriend’s fishing for a compliment. “You look handsome. It’ll take some getting used to, but…I do like it.”

Harry makes a slight, triumphant noise before letting Y/N resume the task at hand. She splashes lukewarm water on the top of his head and gently pats it dry with a hand towel before finishing off with his favorite aftershave.

“Good?”

Harry leans in close to the mirror and turns his head from side to side, carefully inspecting his new look. After a few moments, he nods, turning back to Y/N and leaning in to kiss her.

“It’ll take some getting used to on my end, too, but I think I like it.”

“They say that after you shave your head, your hair comes back healthier and stronger than ever.”

“So we’re shaving yours next, then?”

Y/N playfully swats her boyfriend, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, no.”

Harry shrugs. “Let me know if you change your mind, darling.”

He exits the bathroom, searching for the broom and dustpan to get up his hair while Y/N goes downstairs to begin dinner. He joins her soon after, wordlessly telling her to sit down and relax when he picks up the knife she just set down to stir the pot of sauce she had bubbling on the stove. In front of her sits a cutting board with an onion, garlic, and different colored bell peppers. Y/N hated cutting those vegetables because she didn’t like how hard the smell was to get off her hands, so he knew she was leaving that task for last in hopes that he would do it (he did, of course).

“I hate chopping vegetables.”

“I know, love.”

Harry reaches up to run his hands through his curls out of force of habit and abruptly stops when he realizes there is no longer anything to actually run his hands through. He turns to take a quick peek at Y/N to see if she saw him. She did.

“I knew that would happen!” She exclaims with a laugh. “I just didn’t think it would happen less than an hour after cutting your hair.”

“It’s an adjustment period!” Harry responds with mock defensiveness, joining Y/N in her glee. Even if she was laughing at him instead of with him, he still felt all warm inside because at least he was the reason for her laughter.

“I can’t wait for our friends to see–what do you think Mitch is gonna say?”

Harry spins around, and yanks opens the cabinet in search of one of the many boxes of pasta they always had on hand. “Penne or bowtie?”

“Bowtie,” Y/N gets up from her seat at the kitchen island to fill their big pot with water to boil the noodles. “I bet he’ll be shocked, especially because his hair is so long. Do you think he would ever cut his hair?”

Harry smiles at his girlfriend’s chattiness. “I think he’ll make fun of me a bit - maybe call me an egghead or something to that degree. He’ll like it, though.”

“What do you think the fans will say?”

Harry lets out a huff of air. “Oh, they’ll have the most to say. It’ll grow on them, I’m sure.”

“I can’t wait to see all the discourse on Twitter.”

“Only send me funny Tweets.”

Y/N hums in confirmation and goes back to her seat at the table after putting the water on to boil. “You know what I’ll miss the most about your hair?”

“What’s that?” Harry asks his question absentmindedly as he putters around the kitchen, retrieving plates and two wine glasses. “Wine?”

“Yes, please,” Y/N pauses. “Gonna miss having something to tug on during sex.”

Harry pauses his movements at this, his full attention now on his girlfriend. “Oh, yeah?”

She nods.

“You can still grab on me.”

“Not your hair, though.”

“You can leave me scratches. Will that suffice until my hair grows back?”

Y/N pretends to be deep in thought at this, which causes Harry to laugh loudly. She answers after a few moments. “I suppose that’ll work…”

“Y’know how much I love when you mark up my back,” Harry uncorks a bottle of wine and pours them each a small glass. “Now, there will be no excuses not to.” He walks over to Y/N, carefully handing her her own glass of wine before taking a sip of his. She then takes a sip, puckering her face at the slightly bitter taste.

The conversation is forgotten until the couple is in their room after dinner, bellies full of pasta and tongues stained slightly purple from their red wine.

“Is that really what you’ll miss most about my hair?”

“Hmm?” Y/N hums in response for Harry to continue, distracted at her vanity with her (overly) extensive skincare routine.

“Pullin’ on it during sex.”

Y/N looks at him through her reflection in the mirror. “I mean, maybe not literally the most, but it’s up there. Gonna take some getting used to, that’s all.”

“Maybe we should have sex now so you can start gettin’ used to it.” Harry has a sly look, eyelids slightly drooping from his arousal and the wine he consumed at dinner. Y/N throws her head back in laughter. 

“You know you can just straight up ask for it, yeah?” She caps the last of her serums and turns around to face her boyfriend, stalking toward the bed as she continues talking. “I’m never not gonna want you to give it to me.”

“Oh yeah?” Harry now has a shit-eating grin on his face. “Gonna mark my back all up? Remind me who I belong to whenever I get in the shower?” There was nothing he reveled in more than the burning sensation of hot water hitting his freshly scratched back after a particularly rough session with his girlfriend.

Y/N nods in response as she drops a knee onto the bed, plopping down in front of her boyfriend. Harry smirks at how she’s already been rendered wordless, situating himself on his knees as she pushes her onto her back. “But first…”

He places his hands on either side and immediately dives in, licking a broad stripe up her pussy. Harry quietly moans in pleasure when Y/N lets out a choked gasp, hands immediately reaching out to grab his head.

“Oh, fuck…,” she groans, throwing her head back in pleasure. “Just like that, H.”

He moves his attention to her swollen clit, flicking it quickly in between his tongue. “Like this?”

Y/N sucks in a particularly sharp breath when Harry speeds up his movements, eyes smug at the fact he already had Y/N’s thighs quivering when he hadn’t even been between them for a full minute yet.

“Harry, please…”

He lifts his head momentarily to answer her, lips glistening with a combination of his saliva and her arousal. “Please what, darling?”

Y/N balls-up the fist resting on Harry’s head out of force of habit, letting out a frustrated whine when she’s met with nothing. He chuckles at this and simply reaches up, moving her hand in the direction of his back. Her nails reflexively dig into his back when he resumes his menstruation on her pussy.

His tongue begins moving impossibly faster, wanting to get her there now. He knew she needed this orgasm just as badly as he needed to give it to her. Harry lets out a sharp hiss when he feels her nails drag down the expanse of his back, her moans increasing in frequency and volume. She was close. He removes his tongue from her clit, replacing his mouth with his fingers.

“There you go, angel,” he reaches up to grab her chin with his free hand to force her to look down at him, not up at the ceiling. “Open your eyes and look at me when I’m making you feel this good.”

Y/N forces her eyes open to look at her boyfriend’s. She watches as he thumbs impossibly fast over her swollen bud, murmuring praises and sweet words about how she’s so beautiful and always gets so wet so fast for him. It doesn’t take much longer before Y/N is throwing her head back with a cry, nails digging into Harry’s back and dragging down as she cums. All she sees is flashes of white, hears ringing in her ears and she thinks it might be the best orgasm she’s had all week. Harry sucks her clit through the entirety of her orgasm, wanting to milk her pleasure for as long as humanly possible. He can feel his back beginning to sting and he wonders if Y/N scratched hard enough to draw blood. He hoped so.

“No more…,” she mumbles quietly, pushing her boyfriend’s mouth away from her most sensitive area. “Shit.”

“All good?” He messily wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before leaning down to give her a chaste kiss. “Still missing the hair?”

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this kind of a strange request but i NEED it 😞 could you do a fic of harry styles and cillian murphy threesome like the reader and them are on the set of dunkirk and they think shes cute or wtv 😚😚

I sin for both of these men!

TW: SMUT! 18+! Threesome, oral ( m & f) , cum eating…

It was getting late on set and you were getting cranky to say the least. Over the last couple of months you had gotten close with some of the cast and would spend time with them off set. No one on set questioned who you were because almost everyone knew you were the daughter of one of the producers of Dunkirk. No one would guess it though because you’re down to earth, friendly, always dressed down and would help anyone on set who needed anything.

While on set you became close with Harry Styles and Cillian Murphy. The two of them had always caught your eye even before you started helping on set. You were a little closer with Harry because he’s closer to your age, he’s a little older than you but not like Cillian. Cillian could be your father.

“Y/N!” Rang through the air as the trailer on set swung open.

“Harry!” You yelled back throwing your romance novel across the couch before running to him with open arms. He wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you tightly. Harry pulled back slightly so he could look down at you with a smile. You smiled back at him before stepping up onto your tip toes to kiss his nose.

“How are you Harry?” You asked softly while taking him back over to the couch where he flopped his body down and pulled you onto his lap.

“ ‘M fine doll. Long day is all. Had to come see my favorite girl!” Harry’s fingers ran through your hair slowly while he looked into your eyes. You leaned into his touch with your cheek pressed into the palm of his hand. Harry’s eyes wondered away for a second when your book caught his eye. He reached forward and snatched it up before you could even make a response. “Ooh readin are ya? Let’s see what you’re readin!” He held the book between his fingers and cleared his throat, but before he could start the trailer door opened again.

“Y/N!” Both you and Harry looked in the direction to see Cillian walking in.

“Hi cillian!” You chirped up with a smile on your face.

“What are you two up to?” He asked sitting down next to Harry. Harry handed him the book making Cillian raise his eyebrow in curiosity.

“Oh my!” Cillians face turned bright red when he set the book on his lap. He looked in your direction which made you blush. “Young lady! This is very filthy!” Harry grabbed the book back and read the same page as Cillian. They both looked at you with a look of concern.

“I can explain!” You blurted out but then mentally slapped yourself. You didn’t owe them an explanation. You’re a grown adult who can read romance novels but there was a feeling in your stomach you couldn’t ignore.

“Explain it then little lady.” Cillian handed you back the book. “Because it’s a little funny that this book just so happens to be a war romance novel.” Harry held your hips as you sat there looking at the both of them.

“Actually! Better yet…” Harry opened the book back to where you left off. “Read it out loud to us.”

“You can’t be serious Harry!”

“Oh I thought you were an adult sweetheart , are ya embarrassed ?” His lips turned into a smirk. You looked at Cillian who was mirroring Harry’s face with his hands resting in his lap.

A soft sigh left your lips. You ran your hand over the page and opened your mouth but before you could, Harry picked you up and took you off his lap before setting you in the middle of himself and Cillian. Your heart was going to burst out of your chest.

“Go on doll, read that little passage to us.” Cillian rubbed your thigh.

Your eyes darted back and forth between the men before you sighed again and started to read out loud the nasty words.

“Her panties were drenched with desire, her eyes filled with lust as she watched the two solders watch her every move. It had been over a year since she had lost her husband and the thought to even look at another man had bothered her until now…” your hands gripped the book as your words came out shaky.

“Oh don’t stop now darlin…” Cillian egged you on while both he and Harry rubbed your thighs gently.

“She sat on the edge of the bed with her legs spread open just enough to tease the men hovering over her. The older solder made the first move to touch her. His fingers curled under chin to make her look at him so he could see her eyes filled with desire while the younger one settled on the bed next to her. The older one grabbed her face and kissed her hard making her head spin as the younger one started playing with her nipples, twisting and pulling as her tongue lapped over with the older man’s…” Your thighs rubbed together reading out loud.

“Doll, you know if you wanted a threesome… you could’ve asked awhile ago.” Harry squeezed your thigh making you drop your book.

“And since we’re both still in character, well at least costume…” Cillian leaned and whispered into your ear while giving it a little nibble. His lips moved down the side of your neck slowly while Harry’s fingers reached under your tank top and played with your nipples until they were nice and stiff. Both of them pulled away for a second so they could get you undressed. You stood between the both of them as Cillian removed your shorts and Harry took off your tank top. They both smirked when they realized you had no panties on.

“You know darlin, we knew all about your little book there for awhile. You’re not very subtle about how you check us out.” Cillian stood in front of you making you feel small. You lowered your head before he picked it up with his fingers.

“Use your words… tell us what you want.” Harry stood behind you while rubbing your hips.

“I want both of you to fuck me! Raw!” Your words came flying out laced with lust. Cillian wrapped his hand around your throat gently while Harry held your hips tightly.

“Use your manners.” Cillian spat at you .

“Please fuck me raw! Please breed me! Both of you! Please!” Your voice was soft yet sexual. They both let go of you. Harry came back around and stood next to Cillian. They really were going to fulfill your fantasy.

You sat on the edge of the couch spread open. Your pussy was already wet with desire. Cillian moved forward slowly before getting down on his knees in front of you. His fingers trailed over your folds making you shutter a little bit. It had been awhile since anyone had touched you other than yourself. Cillian slowly slid his index finger in you making you gasp. Harry stood behind him and watched while he palmed his cock through his pants. You made eye contact with Harry after looking at his crotch. Harry knew that look so he undid his pants and dropped them around his ankles before pulling down his boxers. His cock was big in girth and average length. His cock twitched when he let it free.

Cillian watched as Harry stood up on the couch and how you wrapped your lips eagerly around his cock.

“Fuck!” Harry breathed out as you sucked gently on his cock. “She’s a good little cock sucker.” His hand reached for your head and pushed your head down his cock. Cillian slid another finger inside of you making you squirm but that stopped quickly when you gave your thigh a spanking. His fingers twisted inside of you before a new sensation flooded your body. Cillian wrapped his mouth around your clit and sucked it gently. Your mouth was full of Harry’s cock. Having two of the hottest men to exist , touching you made you a little egotistical in the moment.

“Fuck! Her pussy taste so good!” Cillian mumbled while scissoring you open. “So sweet.” Harry looked down at Cillian and watched as his friend ate you out like his life depended on it. Harry pulled his cock out of your mouth making you drool.

“Switch me! I need to taste that pussy.” Harry climbed down and Cillian pulled away after giving you soft kiss on your folds. Cillian undressed himself and pulled out his cock. His was a little longer than Harry’s and around the same girth. Harry quickly got on his knees and before you could even make a noise Harry was devouring your pussy.

“Oh fuck! You’re both so good at eating cunt!” Your body was shaking already beneath them. Cillian tapped his cock against your lips. You looked up at him with doe eyes while he slid his cock into your mouth. Your hands tangled his Harry’s hair as his tongue lapped over your pussy. Cillian gripped your hair and fucked your throat. He pulled your hair and guided you until your nose was in his salt and pepper pubic hair. Harry had slid his index finger in you making you cry around Cillians cock. Suddenly both of them stopped and pulled out making you whine.

“We’re not done sweetheart and ya looked so fucked out.” Cillian pinched your nipples before Harry moved forward and repositioned you. You were on your back completely.

“Now in that little book of yours… two cocks in one hole hmm? Is that what ya want sweetheart?” Harry asked as he smirked at Cillian.

“Pretty please! I need both of your cocks in me!” You pleaded and how could they say no to you? You were being an obedient little girl for them! Harry went first. He slid in gently while holding you hips before lifting them up, Cillian helped you sit up a little bit before sliding under you and slid into you from behind. Both of their cocks made you beyond full ! It was too much in a good way.

“OH FUCK!” You cried out as the sting started to fade.

“Look at you! Taking two cocks at once!” Harry smiled at you as you put your hands behind you onto Cillians chest. “She’s a good girl!” Cillian spoke up. “God ahead baby, ride our cocks.” Cillians fingers ran over your spine before gripping your hair and pulling on it.

Both men moaned in ecstasy as you bounced on their cocks. Harry made out with you messily swallowing all the whines and moans from your throat. Your body was hot, sweaty , on edge as Cillain thrusted up into you taking control because he felt his own orgasm approaching. Harry bit your bottom lip as he let Cillian do the work on you.

“Gonna put a baby in ya! Maybe Harry will put a baby in ya! Gonna fill ya with so much cum honey.” Cillian was getting sloppy with his thrusting as his words drenched your pussy. Harry reached down between your legs and rubbed your clit with his thumb nice and fast making your thighs shake. Harry knew his own orgasm was coming and it was magical! All three of you came at the same time!

“FUCK FUCK FUCK!” You cried out as your orgasm hit hard! Your nails dug into Cillians chest as your pussy got filled to the brim with his and Harry’s cum. Harry gripped your shoulders while Cillian pulled your hair as their own orgasms hit them. Both men came hard inside of you and filled you so much that it was already dripping out of you before they pulled out. When they did pull out slowly the cum mixture gushed from you pussy! Harry quickly got between your legs and slurped it up before squeezing your cheeks forcing your mouth open and spit it into your mouth. Cillian watched with amazement as he laid next to you panting as you took the mixture with ease.

All of you laid there in a cuddle puddle panting. None of you spoke a word. All three of you had a smile painted on your face. How this could be real? You couldn’t explain it and you didn’t want too.

“Don’t ya worry, this won’t be the last time this happens.” Harry kissed your head as Cillian kissed your cheek. This was a dream come true.

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[be-with-me-so-happily]

Don't Worry Darling Pt. 1

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Summary: Y/N has her first big break as an actress as she lands the leading role in 'Don't Worry Darling'. The only problem is that her co-star is Harry Styles, who she feels has a very big ego. Tensions rise the more they film. All kinds of tension...

A/N: This is my very first writing for a request, sent in by @victoria-styles which I usually don't do but I had so much fun writing it. Thanks lady!! Feel like I'm a little late to the DWD 'trend' but whatever. I hope you like it!

This was written after the very first trailer came out.

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>> Warnings: 18+ ONLY: Some language, smutty smut - unprotected sex, fingering, penetration, mentions of oral

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This is your big break. When your agent told you that you'd been cast as Alice for the movie 'Don't Worry Darling', you had to grab the counter to stop yourself from falling. It is the role of a lifetime.

The one downside you're facing is that the co-star playing your onscreen husband is Harry Styles. Most would be over the moon to be in your position, but you are not most.

You've worked so hard to get where you are, especially in the movie industry, and you resent the fact that he could basically just waltz onto a set and land the part, because of his fame in a former boy band.

You've found it difficult to work with his big ego, and he doesn't seem to care for you either.

He acts like he knows more than you, simply because he starred in 'Dunkirk', always pointing out little things that you're doing wrong. Or rolling his eyes if you ever make a suggestion.

Whenever a scene ends or there's a break in the day, you two are the first to leave the set and head back to your trailers.

You feel like you deserve an Academy Award for how well you portray your character being in love with his. Granted, he's good at doing the same, but you would never admit that.

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Today you need to film some more intimate scenes. These are the worst scenes for the two of you because there is zero chemistry there.

Michael, the intimacy coordinator for the set, has been encouraging you both to open up more. He assumes you are afraid of getting turned on, which he says is very common in the industry.

But that isn't the issue. You just don't connect because you don't like each other at all.

"Do we have good chemistry today my friends?" Michael asks.

"I'll do my best." You exclaim.

"Okay, Y/N. This scene calls for 'Jack' to have his hands up the dress, it's going to be pushed up. 'Jack' will be running his mouth close against her thighs and up towards the middle. Okay?"

You both nod.

"And remember, if at any point either of you are uncomfortable, or get too aroused… Please stop. Immediately."

You both nod again.

"Let's get this over with." Harry says, as you get ready to film another scene.

"Fine by me. The faster the better." You reply.

"And let's do it right this time, yeah?" He adds, as you scoff at his arrogance.

As you're called to start, the scene plays out and it comes to that moment. As Harry starts to try and slide his hands up your thigh, his movements are shaky. They stop the scene. You growl from frustration.

"Harry, are you still comfortable, man?"

He clears his throat and nods. You notice him subtly glance at his pants, then he looks up to give you a quick glare.

"Yes. Yes. Let's do it again." He demands.

He looks at you again. "What will it take to get this right?"

You frown back at him. "Try to get Jack to be into it. He's supposed to really want Alice!"

"Fine." He states, and the scene starts again.

This time, his movements up your thigh are smooth, very smooth, and you could swear you feel him moaning a little against you. But he suddenly pulls back.

"I'm sorry. I need a break. I'm sorry everyone." He gets up, covering his pants, and walks to the room where he can cool down.

You stand up too and grab some water.

When Harry comes back, after a few minutes, he apologizes to the crew again and walks over to you.

Michael walks up to you both once again. "Is everyone still comfortable?"

You both nod again, so he steps off the set.

"Let's just do this." He reiterates, as he looks into your eyes. "Let's just… get into it, and then we can be done, yeah?"

They start rolling.

Once again, his movements are smooth, very smooth. You feel his bottom lip actually graze across your thigh. Without knowing, you moan and grab his hair, but suddenly snap it back like a spring and ask to stop the shot.

"I need a minute. I'm sorry." You stand up and jog to the room.

You drink some water, ground yourself, and walk back out there ready to get the job done. Even if it is with the man you find most annoying.

Harry actually gives you a genuine smile. "This isn't so easy, is it?"

"Let's just get it done, Harry."

The scene starts again, and this time you both get into it. A little too into it. He squeezes your thigh and uses his tongue to lick his way up your thigh. You let out another moan and unintentionally utter his name. The scene is immediately stopped.

"Okay, I think we all need a break." Michael claps.

"Shit." You quickly growl at yourself as you stand up straight.

"Y/N, wow. You okay there?" Harry chuckles.

You lower your head, embarrassed of how far you went with it, but then furrow your brow and look up at him.

"I'm fine! Don't let any of this get to your head."

He lets out a loud laugh. "Well… too late for that…" and he motions to his pants.

You don't give him the satisfaction of looking down, but you can tell he has an erection.

"Fuck off. I'm going back to my trailer." And with that you turn around and walk off in a huff.

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You are reading on your little couch, cozy in your sweats and t-shirt, when you hear a knock on your trailer door.

"Harry?" You huff. "What the hell do you want?"

"Enough is enough Y/N!" He blurts out.

"Don't raise your voice, geez, come in." You move out of the way so he can enter your trailer. "What the hell are you on about?"

"We need to just figure out how to happily work together, it's driving me crazy." He admits.

You let out a snarky chuckle. "Okay…"

"I don't get it. I don't get you!" He adds.

"You don't have to 'get me' Harry. We're here to work, we don't like each other, let's do our job and leave it at." You state.

"But that's what I don't get. We don't get along, for whatever reason, but are clearly turned on by each other during takes?"

You get frustrated with him for bringing up those intimate scenes.

"You're a prick! We have sex scenes Harry. It's acting. Michael said that getting a little aroused due to the nature of the act could happen. It's normal. That's all it was. And we stopped right away, like we were instructed to."

"Is that all it is…?"

You frown at him and lean past him to open the trailer door, but he doesn't move. Instead, he is staring at your profile, his breath hitting your neck. He leans closer to your ear and whispers, "it wasn't acting for me at that point."

Your hand doesn't turn the door handle. You stand up straight but hesitate making eye contact. Heat is rising uncontrollably inside you. You drop your hand and turn towards him, your faces just inches from each other.

"What?" You whisper.

"I wasn't acting. That was real for me." He smirks. "My cock was getting hard because I was fucking turned on by you, Y/N. Not Alice. Not the scene itself. By you."

You subtly gasp.

He continues. "As much as you irritate me at times, I've thought of nothing else but actually throwing you on that table and letting you have it."

"You're insane." You argue.

"So, you haven't had those same thoughts? You haven't actually wanted my tongue down between your legs?" He moves even closer, your noses touching, and his hard cock pressed against you.

"I…" you gulp, trying to clear the lump in your throat.

"Come on, tell me. Or better yet, cum on me." He grabs your waist with his hands, putting more pressure on you with his erection. You hiss.

"Shit." You whisper, knowing it's getting difficult to resist, because you have in fact been fantasizing about this.

He moves his hand to play with the hem of your sweatpants. "I know you want to… the way you moaned on set… I know that was for me."

You gulp again. "It… was acting…" you try to convince him.

He slowly reaches into your panties, feeling how wet you are. "Yeah? And what about now?"

You gasp as he runs his fingers up and down your pussy, circling around your clit when his finger makes its way back up.

Your breathing is erratic and you hiss again. "I… want it. Shit."

"Good, because I'm gonna give it to you. Actually give it to you."

He wraps one hand firmly around your waist as the other is placed firmly behind your head, pulling you in for a vivacious kiss. Your hands swing around behind his head and grab his hair, causing him to moan against your kiss.

He pushes harder against you and moves you backwards towards the little trailer kitchen countertop. He picks you up and sits you in it. Harry moves his lips to your neck.

Your breath is rapid and you feel yourself getting more wet the longer he takes.

"Hurry up." You plead.

"Well now I'm going to take my time." He smirks.

"I hate you."

"I think you'll change your mind soon." He lifts up your shirt and you raise your arms up just enough for him to take it off.

He steps back to take a look at your naked upper body. "God, those dresses are fitted but this view is way better." He brings himself back towards you and resumes placing his lips all over your neck. He starts sucking in one spot but you push him back to stop him.

"Don't you dare. I can't have a hickey on set." You scold.

"That's what makeup artists are for." He grins.

"No!" You demand.

He runs his fingers one time over your pussy and you let out a long hiss.

"Seems like I can do what I want. But I'll just do it lower…" and he moves his kisses down the middle of your chest. He grabs one of your breasts and massages it, sucking on your nipple and making you squirm.

"Stop teasing!" You plead.

He chuckles and kisses down the rest of your body, stopping at your hip, sucking and gently biting it to leave a mark. "Only I'll see this." He states.

He leans you back, then kneels down as he moves his mouth to your clit, continuing to suck.

You let out a loud moan, but instantly cover your mouth. He pulls away and you growl.

"I want to hear you."

"I don't want everyone else to."

He growls but goes back to you and switches back and forth between both of your thighs, kissing each one as he works his way back to your pussy. His tongue slides all the way up your center then he places two fingertips right at your entrance, slowly pushing them in as he hears your muffled moans.

With the other hand, he brings your leg up to rest on his shoulder, and you move your other to do the same.

He pumps his fingers faster, in and out… in and out. You grab his hair tightly, causing him to hum against you.

You grab the counter with your other hand, trying not to buck your hips up. "Oh god, Harry!"

He looks up to you, removing his tongue but pumping his fingers even faster.

You throw your head back as you moan out loudly.

"I take it back, this view is way better." He smirks.

"Stop talking." You snap.

"Oh, I kind of like you being bossy." He chuckles, lowering his head back down. He pushes your thighs further up towards you, keeping his hands there and opening you up more.

He sucks on your clit once… twice… three times and then thrusts his tongue inside you. He pulls it out and laps you up. He thrusts in again, licking you all the way up and back to your clit. He inserts his fingers once again.

"Harry, I'm… oh god… I'm gonna cum!" You almost yell.

"Do it Y/N! Cum, baby!" He thrusts his fingers faster and deeper, in and out, circling and sucking on your clit until your entire body tenses and starts to shake.

"Oh god… oh my god… Harry!... Yes!"

The sensation has reached its peak and you moan out, feeling your orgasm throughout your entire body.

Before you can fully come down, he stands right up and pulls his pants down. He holds onto one of your knees and he lines up the tip of his cock with your entrance.

"Will this be too much?" He asks.

Your breathing is rapid, and unable to speak, you shake your head.

"Will I need to pull out?"

You shake your head again. "I'm… on… birth control," you say between breaths.

He smirks. "Good, I'm going to give you all of it."

He immediately pushes in, thrusting gently at first so that you can adjust to him. Your body quivers from the overwhelming sensation of your recent orgasm, and the feeling of Harry's cock inside of you.

"Fucking hell, you feel so good!" He states.

You lean back further as he lifts one thigh over his shoulder again, thrusting faster and faster, and moaning every few pumps.

"Oh my god." You exhale. He leans forward, causing your leg to almost touch your chest, which allows him to get deeper.

"Fuck Y/N!" He moans.

You grab the one arm of his that's propping himself against the counter, and reach your other one up to grab his hair.

He thrusts faster, and deeper, breathing heavily.

"I'm getting close. Oh god." He claims, and his movements start to get sloppy. He brings your leg down and wraps both arms around your body. He kisses your jawline, under your earlobe, and down your neck.

"Oh shit!" You cry out, covering your mouth again.

"Are you… close too?" He asks.

"Yes!"

"Oh my god. That's so sexy." He pumps more and you let go again, your body in a full shake from the heightened sensation of it all.

"Yes, Y/N, fuck… Yes!" He thrusts in once and twice more, before he groans and releases inside of you. "Oh my god." He pushes in deep, holding that position until he is done.

Panting, he looks at you and smirks. He pulls out and then hops up next to you and leans back too.

As you both sit there, trying to catch your breath, he turns his head to look at you.

"Well, that wasn't in the script." He chuckles.

"It's called improv, Harry." You joke, as you turn your head to look back at him.

"We're pretty good at it."

He slides off the counter so that he is between your legs again, his upper body almost touching yours. He glances at your lips as he bites his bottom one. "I want more."

You shake your head. "We have to be back on set in an hour, and I need to go back to hair and makeup now because of you."

"I'm not even sorry." He grabs you off the counter, giving you another zealous kiss. His tongue parts your lips slightly and moves inside your mouth. You exhale forcefully then manage to get yourself to pull him away.

"Time to get back to work, Mr. Styles."

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"Well, you two seem much more connected this time." States Michael. "Whatever it is you've done to work on it, keep doing it."

Harry's eyes immediately dart over to yours, with the biggest, most smug look on his face. You hold in a giggle and roll your eyes.

Harry gives you a wink and bites his lower lip. "Well, I'm definitely on board with that."

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Today we have a second part to our historical rec list for you! You can find the first part here. Check out these amazing fics and be sure to show the authors love. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Alone Too Long | Explicit | 10317 words

By the time The Temptress finally reached bay, the Captain only had one thing on his mind, and that one thing was Louis Darling.

2) Across the Grey, Salty Sea | Explicit | 19968 words

Prompt 212: Alex from Dunkirk and French escort/prostitute Louis who ends up in Alex’s quarters more nights than not. Alex gives him his dog tag to wear maybe just a lot of smut and dirty talk with Louis being a pretty princess.

3) Angel Of Small Death And The Murder Scene | Explicit | 20634 words

Ever since Louis read about the new up and coming Detective in town, he had immediately disliked the man, despite never having met him. So, naturally, it can only be the worst thing that could have happened to Louis when he gets stuck with Detective Styles trying to solve a murder during his supposed to be relaxing vacation over the seas.

4) The Sovereign And The Sorcerer | Explicit | 22760 words

The silhouette of the person barely gave away his features. He could make out a tall frame, strength packing around his body like an armour. The scent hit him next, a thoroughbred alpha, Louis bared his teeth in warning. He would bite if this man tried to touch him.

"I suppose you are hungry," an amused voice regarded him, his accent giving away that he was from enemy lands, not that Louis needed any more confirmation than the situation he was currently in. "I brought some food and water," the stranger elaborated.

Louis rolled his eyes, tugging the chains to make them rattle, "I don't suppose you would be letting me out of these chains."

5) Ours Are The Moments I Play In The Dark | Mature | 30830 words

Jane Austen's Persuasion AU. Nine years ago Louis Tomlinson was persuaded to break off his engagement to Harry Styles, a poor sailor. Since then Louis has come to regret being so easily convinced to give up his one chance of happiness. Now Louis' family is in debt and his childhood home is being sold. In a complete reversal of fortune, Harry has returned to England a wealthy bachelor looking to settle down. Events conspire to bring them together once more though Louis is- must surely be- the last man on earth that Captain Styles would think of now.

6) Through Chaos As It Swirls, It's Us Against The World | Explicit | 31728 words

Corporal Styles is sent on a suicidal mission, at his hands the lives of hundreds of men that are going straight into a trap. He ends up finding Louis, the French and most beautiful boy he ever seen, and a baby, in a basement of a dead city.

7) Best Colours For Your Portrait | Explicit | 37717 words

Louis bites his lip in, his eyes leaving Harry's face, they are cast low as he takes a deep breath before sighing, "In solitude, I felt the liberty you spoke of."

"But," The omega glances up, his eyebrows twitching as he brings his face closer to Harry's neck to overpower the alpha's scent with his scent, "I mostly felt your absence."

8) Letters To June | Explicit | 41150 words

It's 1915, Europe is in the middle of the Great War. Omega Louis decides to join the Letter Home Project to become someone’s penfriend. Through this he meets a lovely soldier who hasn't got anyone else to send a letter to. Along with his letter, comes a picture of the most handsome alpha Louis has ever seen.

9) Now I Think That I Could Love You Back | Explicit | 42255 words

“I do not care if she banishes me to my chambers for a month or the rest of the year, you two must see reason,” Louis protests, feeling a minor fit coming on. “He is nothing but an insufferable, cocky, cloddish, pitiful excuse for an Alpha, and he deserves to live the rest of his days in solitary, not me.”

“My, my, what an array of abuse. I surely would loath to be this inadequate excuse of an Alpha you speak of, but alas I cannot relate to possessing such deficiency,” a honey-glazed voice drips out from behind Louis, and the omega can feel the steam pouring over, ready to burst out of his already flushed ears.

10) Oubaitori | Explicit | 48822 words

Louis and Harry meet again after years apart and have to learn to live together by detangling their shared past and uncovering old secrets.

11) In A World Alone | Explicit | 51152 words

Harry’s breath catches as the glow grows bigger and bigger until he’s squinting his eyes and blinking at the sudden intense brightness. He closes his eyes, rubbing at them helplessly. When his eyes open again- he gasps, grip loosening on his bow as he gawks at the sight before him.

Because the swan is gone.

And in its place is the prettiest omega Harry has ever seen.

12) Untamed Hearts Align | Explicit | 55795 words

For as long as Louis has known her, Lady Margaret Tomlinson has had two aspirations for the remaining years of her life. The first was to out-dress the Duchess of Kent at every soirée and gathering. The second was to marry off her omega nephew to the most honorable – and highly ranked – alpha suitor she could find.

He does not expect for her to arrange a marriage between him and the crown prince, and he certainly does not expect to fall for him.

Everything changes when Harry disappears.

13) If You’re Out There (I’ll Find You Somehow) | Explicit | 55916 words

Harry looks so intensely into Louis’ eyes it’s as though he’s reaching in and touching his very soul. “I never thought… I never… I’ve been searching for so long, Louis, but I never gave up. I couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop trying,” Harry says, bottom lip trembling as he strokes the backs of Louis’ knuckles. “I just knew that if you were out there, I’d find you somehow.”

14) Lunar Waltz | Explicit | 56795 words

“You want me to seduce an alpha,” Louis hissed.

“I want you to marry an alpha. It’s the only way I could ever get back on my feet. You didn’t think a few dances at a ball would do anything to Alastair’s reputation or mine...”

“And what if Alastair comes back? Have you thought about him in all of this? You’re going to marry him to an alpha he doesn’t even know!”

“Oh he does know him, in fact... he’d be ecstatic to know he got to marry him.”

Louis’ blood ran cold, already suspecting who was the alpha the earl was talking about.

“Who is he?” he asked anyways, hating how fragile and almost scared his voice sounded.

“Lord Harry Styles.”

Louis' stomach dropped, the words came smelling like danger, sending a bolt of fear down his spine, the Earl wanted Louis to seduce The Duke of Death.

15) Let Your Damage, Damage Me | Explicit | 57077 words

A low and dangerous growl was ripped from the future King’s chest.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” the alpha snarled, eyes dark and nostrils flared.

Even as anger rushed through him at the alpha’s brutish display, Louis felt breathless at the intense gaze of the man that was going to be his future mate.

‘Tomorrow I’m going to be under all that. He will be inside me, all muscles and rage.’ Louis felt his cheeks heat again, but refused to be cowed. So he put his best smirk on display, the one alphas despised to see, the one that assured them all he had the upper hand.

“Thought you were expecting me, dear husband. I’m your future mate.”

16) From Chaos | Explicit | 62764 words

“Your majesty, is everything okay?” a man, fully covered in a black armor from head to toe, harshly opened the door.

Louis’ breath hitched, not quite registering the honorary term the man used for him but fully recognizing two things; first, the black crown of thorns on top of his head, making the dark veil that covered his face sit in place. There was a symbol on his chest, two serpents intertwined in what appeared to be a circle, who represented Orcus' connection with life and death. A reminder to everyone in the order that death was constant, and infinite.

The man who stood in front of him, tense and alert, was a knight, an Orcus’ knight. Louis took an uneven breath.

What type of nightmare was this?

17) These Still Waters Run Deep | Explicit | 64602 words

Having accepted his engagement to Viscount Andrew, Louis is aware that it isn’t a love match and has no wish to be swept off his feet… until he meets the viscount’s brother, Harry, who makes him second-guess everything.

18) Mead Of Poetry | Explicit | 65053 words

Under the pressure of continuing the Styles viscountcy line now that he is getting older, Harry sets himself three rules to finally settle down and marry: firstly, the omega needs to be reasonably attractive, secondly, they must be of great mind, thirdly, they cannot be anyone he would ever fall in love with.

Enters Charlotte Tomlinson, the diamond of the first water of the upcoming season and seemingly the perfect candidate to the viscount’s plan, but her omega brother, Louis, is in Harry’s way. Louis only seeks to protect his sister and he sure is not going to let a rake play with her heart.

19) Where They Glow | Explicit | 70509 words

“Look, sweetheart,” Harry starts, shaking his head. “Name your price - seriously. I’m willing to be generous, just don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be. I’ll take my crown and we never have to see each other again. Easy peasy.”

Louis frowns at the term of endearment that sounds condescending dripping from Harry’s lips, stepping closer. “Something brought you here, Harry Styles. Call what you will: fate, destiny…”

“Liam Payne,” Harry mutters.

“And I have made the decision to trust you,” Louis says, ignoring the odd comment.

“A horrible decision, really,” Harry says, looking amused. “Then again, I’m the one sitting here in ropes with multiple bruises on my head so who am I to say anything about decisions?”

20) Late Nights and Good Intentions | Explicit | 71808 words

Victorian era AU where Louis pines for his overprotective older brother’s very charming best friend.

21) Shooting Stars In The Woods | Explicit | 81771 words

A Tudor era AU. Prince Louis I of England has everything a man could ever dream of, but his lack of husband is driving his father, the King, to madness. But Louis doesn't want any of the eligible bachelors his father pushes his way. All he wants is to be able to do is marry the knight he's been in love with for two years now.

The love story of a royal and his servant, separated by class but joined by heart. Their relationship has remained a careful secret for a long time now, but when a threat to the kingdom forces them both to leave the palace, it turns out their secret isn't the only one that could topple everything they’ve ever known.

22) Cherry Red and Gloomy Blue | Explicit | 94940 words

Summer had never quite been like this before. Yes—it was still sticky, Diletta was the same as always and Louis’ family estate in the Italian countryside hadn’t changed one bit. However, something the young omega would’ve never expected was for a handsome, Italian alpha to completely turn his life upside down—hopefully for the better.    

23) Locked Hearts | Explicit | 100499 words

England, 1840. Triggered by a heart filled with ambition, the powerful Pack Alpha Harry Styles decides to create an alliance with the neighbouring pack through marriage. The de Winters, having heard of Styles’ reputation as a charming yet abusive lover, refuse to put their only omega son through a life of misery—although they have no qualms coming up with a plan to make the advantageous alliance happen, even if it means subjecting someone else to that fate.

Enters Louis Tomlinson, a servant with a pitiful past who, against his wish, finds himself roped into a dangerous scheme that might very well cost his life in the end.

24) Billow and Breeze (Islands and Seas) | Explicit | 102506 words

It was bright; that was the first thing Louis could recall. With a groan, he winced at the throbbing behind the sockets of his eyes and rubbed his temples in an effort to soothe the pain. Maybe he really did hit his head when he took his tumble. The omega squinted as he looked at the surrounding rolling hills and fog hanging over the countryside. As strange as it was, the world felt different, though it looked practically the same.

Disoriented and confused, Louis padded through the moss and listened for his husband. “Liam?” he croaked shakily. Nothing but a symphony of woodland creatures met his ears. His footsteps were muted by mossy green grass beneath his feet and soil fragrant as he neared the crest of the hill. At the top, he froze, lips parted in horror and eyes widening at the expanse of empty farmland—not a soul in sight. It had only been less than ten minutes prior that he could see Inverness from the crest, but now there was nothing.

“Impossible,” he whispered to himself, shaking his head in disbelief—his mind not quite able to make sense of it.

25) A Taste Of Desire | Explicit | 104414 words

A Victorian ABO where Harry is the owner of the most successful cotton mill in Manchester, and Louis is an opinionated social activist about to disrupt Harry’s world.

26) Turn The World To Gold | Explicit | 142676 words

A Helen of Troy AU featuring two great love stories, one of the greatest battles ever fought, and a giant wooden horse.

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Summary: Y/N gets invited onto The Late Late Show with James Corden and does a game of Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts with Harry, which reveals something earth shattering for everyone.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, biting, hair pulling, oral (f rec), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, sexual innuendos, general filth

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

"As you all know, we have the wonderful and talented Mr. Harry Styles here with us tonight!" James reintroduces his guests and the audience claps and cheers, especially for Harry.

"Y/N. Are you ready?" One of the crew asks. I nod, "Oh, yes." She nods and gives a thumbs up to some people.

This is going to be so fun. I've known James for years and everyone knows that Harry and I are friends, but what they really don't know is that we're actually together.

We agreed to keep our relationship as private as we could, for now. I'm honesty surprised we have been able to, It's more intimate for us that way, but Harry has been acting.. weird? I don't know. He's asking if I'd ever want to go public and I'm not really opposed to it.

But anyway, I've asked James to keep it a secret that I'm coming on the show, so I've been labeled as the surprise guest for weeks now, so Harry is going to be put on the spot, and we're going to have to pretend that we're strictly 'just friends'.

"As you all know, I like to play a little game.." The crowd starts to cheer, "What? I haven't even told you the game yet!" James laughs, "We'll, since you all know what I'm about to say next, Harry." He motions for him to get to come over to him.

Harry gets up and pulls his suit jacket down as he walks over to him, "Yes, James." He lays an arm around his shoulder. James looks at him with a smile and starts to laugh, "Are you ready to either spill your guts or fill your guts?"

Harry covers his face and laughs, "Oh god. I knew it."

James laughs and motions to the table, "Why don't you go and have a seat over there, but don't touch anything!" Harry walks over to the table and has a seat.

"Now, Harry. You know how this game works correct?" James walks over and sits down across from Harry.

"The title is uh, pretty explanatory, James." Harry chuckles.

"Right, right. Of course it is." James rolls his eyes exaggeratedly and reads his cards, "Oh wait. One more thing before we get started."

"Okay." Harry nods.

"I won't be doing this challenge with you." James stands up and laughs, "Everybody, if you would please give a wonderful round of applause for the very talented and very beautiful Y/N Y/L/N!"

James claps and turns to welcome me onto the stage.

I walk out smiling as I wave my hands to the crowd. I walk over to give James a hug, "Hello, hello." He kisses my cheek, "Hello there, love. How are you?"

I nod, "I'm good, how are you?" He smiles, "I'm great. You look amazing by the way." I smile and wave to the crowd again.

Harry looks at James, "Now I see why you wouldn't tell me who the surprise guest was." He smiles and shakes his head.

I smile and walk over to greet Harry, keeping it very professional. He kisses my cheek, "Hello, darling." I walk around to take my seat and Harry gets up and helps me push my chair in.

"What a gentleman, yeah?" James motions towards Harry. Harry bats the air and pretends to be shy.

That man is not shy around me, let me tell you.

"Okay." I look down at the table and make a face, "Harry? You want to go first?" He shakes his head quickly while smiling, "No, all you."

I roll my eyes, "Fine." I bite my lip and tap my fingers on the table, anticipating Harry's first question for me.

"Y/N."

"Harry."

"On your phone.." he smirks and the crowd "oohs", "Calm down, I didn't even ask the question yet." He laughs and looks at me, "On your phone, what is the last thing you google searched?"

He leans back in his seat and watches me as I think.

I shake my head, "I don't.. I don't know."

Then it hits me, "Oh. Oh no. I can't- nope. It's embarrassing, we'll not.. no." I laugh and can feel my cheeks getting red.

"Y/N? Is it that bad?" James asks leaning in. I shake my head, "Not really.. just like.. personal?" I shrug, "Oh god that's not-" I look down at the glass in front of me, "What the hell is this James?"

Harry wags his finger at me, "Naughty, naughty." I roll my eyes and look at James, "Y/N.. that is blended up fish with plain yogurt."

I gag and shake my head, "I was-" I laugh and cover my face, I lean back and hold my arms out, "Vibrators. I was looking up vibrators. A girl has needs, people."

The crowd cheers for me as I look over at Harry and his brow cocks up as he smirks.

He clears his throat and looks up, "Definitely didn't expect that." He laughs, "Go." He nods towards me and I shake my head with a smile, "hmm."

"Y/N, what are you going to ask Harry?" James asks walking over and sitting down.

"Are there any songs on any of your albums that are about me?" I rest my elbows on the table, knowing damn well there is because he told me himself.

The crowd 'Oohs' again and Harry shakes his head laughing, "Yeah, actually there's track.." he mumbles into his napkin, "On the-" he mumbles into his napkin again, "Album."

He shakes his head and tucks the fabric into his shirt. I laugh and clap my hands together, "You don't have to eat that. You can just tell us."

He looks up at me, to the crowd, at James then back at me, "Bull Penis.. sounds.. delightful." Harry shakes his head, "Can I just tell you one?"

I look at James and he looks at Harry shocked, "So there's more than one?"

Harry cuts a piece of the disgusting food off and locks eyes with me as he pulls it off with his teeth, "That's disgusting." He says leaning over to spit it into the garbage can.

He takes the napkin and wipes off his mouth, tongue and teeth. The crowd absolutely loses it with laughter. Harry turns to the crowd, "It's really not that complicated to figure out." He laughs.

I shrug, "Wow. Looks like I'll have to give your albums another listen." I smile and shake my head, "I'm nervous for the next one."

He laughs and nods towards me, "Rank my Movies." I lean my head back, "Damn it, Harry." I shake my head and spin the table, slowly looking at my options, "My policeman, Don't Worry Darling, and Dunkirk."

James scoffs and laughs, "My god that was fast."

Harry nods, "I honestly didn't expect you to answer." He laughs and claps for me, "Thank you."

I shrug, "I'm not eating bird saliva, sorry."

"Okay, y/n, you get the final question and Harry, you get the final spill or fill." James taps the table, "Let's do this. Drum roll please.."

The crowd drums their legs and I smirk slightly.

"Is it true, Mr. Styles." I lean forward a bit, "About what the magazines say?"

He leans in, "What do they say exactly?"

"That there's a possible future Mrs. Styles floating around with you?"

Harry's smirk turns into a slow smile as he quickly picks up on what I'm asking. He gives me a look and I nod and smile, "Go on. Tell us or enjoy those delicious-" I lean over and pick up the the card, "grasshoppers in ghost pepper sauce."

He look at the crowd and looks over at James, "I will say.." he picks up the napkin, "You know.." he laughs and shakes his head, "These grasshoppers don't look half bad."

I hide my smile behind my hands and watch as he teases everyone.

"So Harry." James says, "Is it spill or fill?"

Harry stares at the plate and then his eyes glance up at me. I nod once and my heart starts pounding.

"Spill."

The crowd goes absolutely insane and James leans in, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Alright, alright, alright." He waves his hand to get the crowd to quiet down.

I look over at the crowd and lean back in my seat, "Spill your guts, Styles." I smirk, "We're all dying to know."

He sighs, "I've had a girlfriend for four, going on five years now." James mouth drops and he looks over at me, "What?"

I laugh and shrug.

The crowd loses it again and Harry laughs and shakes his head, "You'll know who she is soon enough and that's all I'm giving you!" Harry stands up and throws the napkin down, "That's all I'm giving you." He walks away and turns around laughing.

God I love his laugh and smile.

I'm so in love with this man, it's insane.

"Wow." James covers his mouth, "What on earth, y/n. You just got Harry to-" he stands up and walks over to him, "Come on, you have to tell us one thing. Do we know her?"

He smiles and nods, "Mhm."

"Wow. Unbelievable! There you have it ladies and gentleman. Mr. Harry styles and Y/N Y/L/N!"

I walk over and stand on the other side of James. I smile and wave to the crowd when they suddenly gasp and start screaming.

"What's going on?" I look at James and he quickly turns around and gasps with a smile, "Oh my god."

I turn around to see Harry down on one knee. I cover my mouth and my eyes instantly well up with tears, "Harry."

"It's y/n!?" James yells, "Oh. my. god." He gets the crowd to quiet down and he holds his card over his mouth, tears welling up in his eyes now, too.

I look back down at Harry and he smiles, "Y/N, you stuck by me these past, almost five years and I am forever grateful for you. You kept me going and stayed with me through the highs and lows of making music. I want you to be the one who continues to do that for me in ever single thing for the rest of my life. Will you please, do me the honor in marrying me?"

I don't even have to think about my answer, "Yes. Yes. Yes!" He hugs me as he stands up, lifting me off the ground. He spins me around and sets me down, immediately taking my hand to slide the ring on.

"What did we just witness here today? Magic. Absolute magic!" James hugs us both and congratulates us.

"What a way to end the show. They really had us going there for a while, didn't they?" He claps and thanks the crowd, "Goodnight!"

We walk backstage and I look up at Harry, "I had no idea you were going to do this, I thought we just talked about confirming that we were dating."

"We just did." He leans down and kisses me, "Now if you don't mind. I want to take my new fiancée and fuck her in my dressing room."

My cheeks get hot as Harry lays a hand on my back.

James stops us and congratulates us again.

"Thanks, mate." Harry pats his shoulder, "We're off to celebrate."

"Don't break anything please." James laughs with a sigh as we practically run into Harry's dressing room.

He shuts and locks the door, peeling my dress from my body. He shrugs off his plaid jacket and starts to unbutton his shirt, "You just got so much sexier, Mrs. Styles."

He throws his shirt down and pushes his body against mine. His lips attack my lips before they quickly move down my neck.

He lifts me up and takes me over to the couch, setting me down and getting on his knees between mine.

He leans up and kisses down my chest. His hands kneading my boobs. I moan as he sucks and leaves a little trail of bite marks down to where he takes one of my nipple into his mouth.

I moan and arch my back as he holds it between his teeth and flicks it with his tongue.

"Harry." I moan tangling my fingers in his hair. He switches and does the same to my other boob, only this time he takes a hand and slides it down to my pussy.

His fingers slide up and down my slit teasingly.

"You're so fucking wet, baby. Fuck." He groans kissing and leaning another trail of bite marks down my stomach.

He slips two fingers in and I gasp, pulling his hair tighter. He moan as my action and kisses down my one thigh.

His fingers move in and out and I can hear how wet I am.

"You hear that baby? You hear how soaked you are for me?" He looks up at me and I look down at him, nodding as my eyes roll back, "Ye- yes, baby." I grip the couch and arch my back.

"I'm going to devour you. You're so fucking- Mm." He groans and dives in, licking and sucking my clit as he fucks me with his gorgeous hands.

I moan loudly and struggle to keep it together.

I can feel the pressure. I can feel myself getting ready to cum.

He quickly slips in another finger and curls them upward as he thrust them in and out.

I brings my arm up by my head and dig my nails into the back of the couch, "oh fuck!"

"That was fucking hot, sweetheart." He pulls out and lifts his hand up, liquid drips off and onto the floor. I smile shyly and shake my head.

"Don't be shy baby. You squirted all over me. I love when you do that to me." He smiles and goes right back to eating me out.

His tongue fucks my pussy. His nose rubs against my clit. His fingers squeeze my thighs. He sends me into absolute bliss, "H-ha-" I arch my back and my legs shake against his body.

He continues to eat me out until I'm panting.

"You taste so fucking good. Fuck. I can't get enough of my fiancée and her delicious fucking pussy." He goes back down and the pleasuring sensation makes my mind go blank.

All I can do is moan.

He pulls away and come up, his lips wet with my slick. He kisses me and I wrap an arm around his neck.

"Did that feel good, baby?" He kisses down my neck slowly, "Are you okay?" I nod and smile, "That was amazing."

He smile and kisses back up to my lips, "Want to continue?"

"Please." I whimper, "I need you."

He stands up and take the rest of his clothes off, gently positioning me on the couch, "You're so beautiful when you're fucked."

I smile and bite my lip as he pushes my leg up slowly, "You're so fucking-" He moans as he slips the head of his cock in, "Fucking amazing."

He pushes the rest of the way in, moaning as his hips hit my body. He reaches down and grabs my chin, his thumb running over my lips before I open and take his thumb in my mouth.

I grab his wrist and suck while I keep my eyes on his.

He starts to thrusts and my eyes flutter shut. My lips part as I let out a loud moan. He groans and slides his hand down to my throat.

My boobs bounce with each of his thrusts and I whimper as his hand tightens around my neck, "I love you so- fucking.. much." He leans down and kisses me, his hand still around my neck.

I moan quietly into his mouth and grab his hair, pulling as I feel myself about to cum again. I don't even had to say anything for Harry to know.

"Cum again baby, I know you can do it." He whispers into my ear, "I want to feel you cum as I fuck that tight little cunt of yours."

I moan and arch my back, "f-fuck." I whimper pulling his hair harder.

He moans and slips and arm under my back, holding me to him as he continues fucking me. I cling to him as much as I can, clenching around his cock as I cum again.

"Fuck, I want to cum so bad." He moans, "I-I." He lets out a loud moan and buries his face into my neck, "Fuck, y/n. You feel so, so good."

He continues to praise me, "You're taking me so, so well, baby."

"You feel so good around my cock."

"I love it when you cum for me."

I dig my nails into his back and practically scream out his name.

"That's it baby, let the studio know that you feel good."

He groans as I drag my nails up his back, "Fuck."

His thrusts get sloppy and he pushes as deep inside of me as he can go, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He pants, "Y/N?" He asks brushing hair out of my face.

"I'm still here." I smile and look at him. My eyes are heavy and my brain feels fuzzy. "You fucked me good, baby." I lay a hand on his cheek as he kisses me, "I love you so much."

He smiles and kisses my forehead as he slowly pulls out. I wince slightly as he lays my leg down, "Sorry."

I shake my head, "No. no. That's a good kind of pain." He smirks slightly and kisses my hip, "We'll go home and I'll run you a bath, give you some time to recover before we celebrate again." He winks.

I shake my head, "I'm giving you a blow job in the car on the way home."

He smirks and nods, "Fair enough."

——

You can find part two here

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Summary: Request on Wattpad by Pretty_w1tchy - "Would you do a smut one shot where harry and y/n are friends and y/n moves in with harry and after weeks of tension they have sex, and could you possibly do a daddy link if not you don't have to add it."

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, daddy kink, friends to lovers or fwb whatever you think, oral (f), unprotected sex, sexual tension, filth

Master

∘₊✧── 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 ──✧₊∘

"You've got to be kidding me." You grumble to yourself as you pull the note that says EVICTION off your door, "Fuck this."

You have been having a rough time lately, first the company you worked for gets bought out and everyone gets fired and now your landlord is out to get you.

"Guess who is getting evicted all because they wouldn't sleep with their landlord." You spoke into the phone that held Harry on the other end, "Fucking pathetic."

Harry is silent for a few moments, "Move in with me."

"Harry I- I'm not working right now an-"

"Move in with me."

You bit your lip at the thought and nodded to yourself, "If you really don't mind."

"I don't mind at all, y/n."

——

A few days later, you finish moving your important stuff into Harry's house.

"That everything?" He asks and you nod as he sets down a box, "Doesn't look like a lot, y/n. You could have brought more."

"Harry, I already feel bad enough." You sigh and shake your head, "Life just sucks right now." You cover your face and Harry hugs you, pulling you tight into his body, "It's okay, love. We'll get through it. At least I know you'll be okay. I got ya. Don't worry."

——

These last few weeks have been pretty, tense for you and Harry to say the least.

Not tense as in you guys are angry with each other, but more towards sexually.

You're comfortable at Harry's house so you wear the tank top and shorts that might just be a little too short after your shower.

You're reading on the couch and the door opens. You look over the back of it and smile, "Hey, Harry. How was the session today?" You close your book and sit up more, keeping the blanket covering your bare legs.

"It was a session." He laughs, "We got one song almost done, I was hoping for at least two." He goes to the fridge and grabs a drink before coming in and sitting at the end of the couch.

You move your legs and lay them in his lap.

You and Harry have always been close, and yeah, the feelings are there but you guys were alway so busy for anything.

At least you thought.

So you remained friends.

Harry lays his hand on your leg that's under the blanket and you go back to reading.

You can't focus. His thumb gently strokes your blanket covered leg and you want it on your skin. You glance up at him and quickly look away as he looks at you.

You him to yourself, trying to distract yourself from doing anything that could potentially ruin the friendship you have with Harry.

"So what are you doing tomorrow?" Harry asks, which causes you to lay your book down, "Um. Nothing that I know of. Probably just apply to a few more jobs."

"Let's go to lunch. We can just relax and have a few drinks."

You smile and nod, "Okay. Sounds good."

You pick your book back up, trying to get the nasty thoughts out of your head.

You lick your lips, and Harry notices. He's trying his best not to let you know how turned on you make him. Keeping his bulge stay from your legs.

You move your legs slightly, noticing that he's kind of acting weird.

"You alright?" You ask innocently.

He looks at nodding once or twice with a smile, "mhm."

You're just as sexually frustrates as he is. You know he can feel the sexual tension building up.

You sigh and set your book down, raising your arms above your head, your white tank top riding up your stomach a bit, definitely catching his attention.

"I'm going to get a drink, do you need anything?" You move the blanket and swing your legs off of him before standing up.

He mumbles a quick, "no."

You take one step and suddenly you're pulled back down onto his lap, his hard bulge pushing against your thigh.

"Look at what you do to me." He whispers as his lips brush against yours. His hand slightly tightens on the side of your neck and you close your eyes, "Harry."

"I can't help it." His lips trail up your neck, "You're just so sexy." His voice is low and insanely hot.

You want this.

You want him.

You turn your head and crash your lips onto his, straddling him without breaking the kiss.

He grips your ass and grinds his hips upward, his bulge pushing against your thinly clothed cunt.

You let out a moan and tangle your fingers into his hair, "Fuck, please."

"Call me daddy." He commands.

His words throw your off, but only for a split second and your nod, "Please daddy."

"What do you want, baby?"

You lean back and look at him, "I want you to fuck me."

He smirks and pulls you back in to roughly make out with you. His hands squeeze your ass cheeks and he groans, "These shorts kill me, don't know how many times I jacked off thinking of them being off of this pretty little body of yours."

You felt honored that Harry thought about you while he jerked himself off, "I've touched myself while thinking of you." You admit proudly.

"No need to do that anymore, sweetheart."

He picks you up and takes you into his room, kicking the door shut after he enters, "Gunna fuck you so good."

"Please, daddy. That's what I want." You whimper as he lays you down on the bed and stands up, discarding his clothes as you quickly get rid of yours.

You watch as he crawls up the end of the bed, grabbing your ankles as he kisses up your shins. You bite your lip, in absolute awe of what's happening.

He pushes your knees apart and wastes no time diving in to what he's been waiting for.

He groans as he tastes you on his tongue for the very first time, pulling your hips and digging his fingers in, "Fuck." He moans as he leans back for a quick breathe of air.

You arch your back, moaning as you grip the bed sheets, "Fuck, fuck." You grab a fistful of his hair, letting out a whined moan, "D-daddy."

He groans at the name, pushing his face closer to you as his tongue slides in and out of your desired cunt. You feel yourself quickly approaching orgasm, panting and moaning as you tug his hair and the bed sheets.

"Fuck, daddy. I'm gonna cum!" You let out a long and loud moan, digging your heels into his upper back as pleasure consumes you.

He pulls away with a slight groan and quickly makes his way up and slips his cock into your slick pussy, “oh shit.” He moans as he tilts his head back, “Fuck, y/n.”

Your back arches and you drug your nails into his biceps, moaning as you feel his cock inside of you for the first time ever.

“Your cock feels so good, daddy.” You pant, “So, so go-“ you let out a moan as he pulls out thrusts into you, quickly getting into a fast thrusting pace.

He slides his hand around your throat, slowly squeezing harder until you’re whimpering, biting your lip as you smile.

“You like that you dirty girl?” He asks lowly, “Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

Your moans are muffled by his hand around your throat, but he knows you’re loving every second of it.

You wrap a leg over his waist and arch your back as you cum around his cock this time, clenching your walls tighter around him.

He moans, “Fuck, I-“ he groans and let’s go of your throat, pushing his cock in and holding it there. You whimper at the feeling, hoping he moves soon.

“I’m not going to last much longer, love.” He gives you a small smile and bites his lip.

“That’s okay. We can always go again.” You give him a wink and he tilts his head, “Fair enough.”

He starts thrusting again and the room is filled with the mixture of yours and his sounds.

Skin on skin.

His moans.

Your moans.

Whimpers and gasps.

It’s everything you’d imagined it would be and more.

“Fuck, daddy.” You moan and wrap and arm around his neck, pressing your lips to his. He takes your bottom lip between his teeth and pulls back.

You gasp as your lip snaps back to your teeth and he buries his face in your neck, biting and leaving marks as a remembrance from this moment.

His thrusts get sloppy and his groans grow deeper, “fuck.” He quickly pulls out and cums on your stomach, reaching down to stroke himself a few times.

You watch his face twice as he gets the last little bit out and he lets out a sigh as he looks down at you. A smile lands on his face, “Hi.”

You smile and laugh slightly, “Hi.”

“I’m going to Um.. I’ll be right back.” He gets off of you and goes out of the bedroom, quickly returning with a towel.

You guys get cleaned up and he sits on the edge of the bed after putting sweatpants on. You hold the covers around your body and look over at him.

You both burst into laughter and you shake your head, “I didn’t- this was-“

“Meant to happen?” Harry asks with a smile.

You nod, “exactly that. Yes.”

——

Thank you for the request! If you have anymore you can send them my way!  

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[emilys-house]

Types of Harry replying to…A sexy photo ✰

AN: There’s no fetus Harry as it felt weird to include him in this as he’s literally a child. Anyway please reblog if you enjoy ✌️

Contains: Sexy Photos, Roadman Harry 😂, Swearing

{Sorry for any grammar, punctuation or spelling mistakes, I failed all of my English exams 😂}

Masterlist ✰

Fratboy Harry:

Prince Hair Harry:

Long Hair Harry:

Dunkirk/HS1 Harry:

Fine line Harry:

Current Harry:

Roadman Harry (I’m sorry for this 😂):

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fan fiction #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff #harry styles texts #texting harry styles #fetus!harry #fratboy!harry #phh!harry #lhh!harry #dunkirk!harry #fineline!harry #harryshouse!harry

[allwaswell16]

This is a fic rec of One Direction fan fics where Harry's character has rugged qualities as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other recs here. Happy reading!

-Larry-

♣️ Let's Fall in Love in a Place You Want to Stay by embro / @harryventura

(NR, 134k, jungle man au, model Louis, Africa, crack, fashion, smut)

A George of the Jungle / Tarzan AU where Louis is a model who meets Wild Man Harry in the Congo. 

♣️ Wild And Unruly by @100percentsassy & gloria_andrews / @gloriaandrews

(E, 123k, farm/ranch au, cowboy Harry, paralegal Louis, Wyoming, small town, cows, angst with a happy ending, fluff, smut)

Harry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in Wyoming, and Louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land.

♣️ electing strange perfections by @scrunchyharry

(E, 84k, gardner Harry, younger Louis, rich Louis, summer love, coming out, angst, fluff, first time, homophobia, coming of age, smut)

Back for the summer from university, 19-year-old Louis is faced with a massive problem: their new gardener is quite possibly the most gorgeous man he's ever met.

♣️ After Dark, After Light by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(E, 71k, historical au, Medieval, Scottish Highlander, Laird Harry, commander Louis, secret relationship, light angst, battle, kidnapping, slow burn, sexual tension, smut)

Harry Styles is the laird of Clan Edwards who is just trying to keep his clan afloat when they get word that the Mackenzies have been cutting a swath through the Midlands and beyond, and their sights are set on the northern Highlands next.

♣️ Until (series) by @allwaswell16

(E, 61k, farm/ranch au, cowboy Harry, former movie star Harry, songwriter Louis, second part Shiall, pop star Niall, cowboy Shawn, Colorado, horses, hate to love, songfic, famous/not famous, smut)

Rural Eagle County, Colorado wasn’t the type of place to find a famous musician or actor. At least not until songwriter Louis Tomlinson showed up with pop star Niall Horan to visit his uncle’s horse ranch, and they just happened to find themselves next door to a reclusive former movie star.

♣️ Now That This Old World Is Ending by daggerinrose / @thetommmoarchives

(E, 49k, Far Cry au, cult, kidnapping, archer Harry, camping, violence, guns, angst with a happy ending, adventure, survival, smut)

Louis soon discovers that the area has been taken over by a cult and teams up with a resentful archer with fire in his eyes and blood on his hands.

♣️ No Hold to Hold Onto by @kingsofeverything

(E, 48k, historical au, farm/ranch, cowboy Louis, cowboy Harry, character injury, horses, rodeo riders, smut)

When Harry goes looking for help learning a new way to rope and ride, the last thing he expects to find is love.

♣️ On the Edge by zanni_scaramouche / @zanniscaramouche

(E, 47k, Olympics au, hockey player Harry, figure skater Louis, Canada, athletes, fluff, angst, edging, masturbation, mentions of eating disorder, references to death, past injuries, smut)

Harry’s too old to be the wonder kid and too young to be taken seriously in the NHL. As an alternate thrown in at the last second, he fights to prove himself on the national team at the largest sporting event known to man. Or he will, once he gets off this flight and can focus on something other than the fussy figure skater and his stunningly blue eyes.

♣️ All That You Are by asphodelknox / @iamasphodelknox

(M, 40k, historical au, Dunkirk, soldier Harry, war, WWII, angst, PTSD, period typical homophobia, letters, character injuries, happy ending)

Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson meet on a civilian boat, taking them home after their rescue from Dunkirk.

♣️ The Pirate and The Piper by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom

(E, 38k, Peter Pan au, pirate Harry, Harry as Captain Hook, Louis as Peter Pan, enemies to friends to lovers, fantasy, magic, supernatural creatures, minor violence, minor character death, hurt/comfort, flirting, smut)

Or the one where Harry is Hook, Louis is Pan, and nothing is what it seems.

♣️ sunflowers, sunshine, and you by @soldouthaz

(E, 28k, small town, sheriff Harry, enemies to lovers, light angst, past abuse, smut)

Sunshine county is small but mighty and Harry takes pride in knowing nearly each and every person that lives inside of it. For nearly eleven years now he’s been sheriff, and not one of them he’s ever regretted settling down here.

♣️ (summer is over) and i wanna leave you satisfied by patdkitten / @babyarcanacasey

(M, 25k, uni au, roommates, one night stand, ballet dancer Louis, hockey player Harry, royalty, miscommunication)

On the very last night of his summer break in London, Louis Tomlinson hooks up with a hot guy. When he gets back home, his roommates tell him that they're going to be getting a new roommate. 

♣️ It's the Climb by @lululawrence

(NR, 25k, Hannah Montana au, famous/not famous, famous Louis, Tennessee, secret identity, songwriting, farm/ranch, horses, secrets, pining, fluff)

The Hannah Montana AU where Louis is a world famous punk rock singer with a stage name of William and Jay drags him back to Tennessee for the summer.

♣️ some evening in springtime by delsicle / @eeveelou

(M, 20k, farm/ranch au, rancher Harry, veterinarian Louis, older Harry, age difference, disabled character, hurt/comfort, sexuality crisis, coming out)

Fresh out of veterinary school, Louis moves to a sleepy small town in Texas to take over the local animal clinic. But his new life is quickly interrupted by a middle aged rancher with a bad leg and a mysterious past, who really needs Louis's yoga skills.

♣️ The Wilds by @jaerie

(E, 13k, a/b/o, alpha Harry, omega Louis, animal instincts, non con, mating, forced bonding, scenting, exhibitionism, knotting, soul bond, public sex)

The creatures that Louis observed every day weren't exactly human, but yet they were. Researchers had plucked some of them from their secluded island and transplanted them into an enclosure against their will like a bunch of zoo animals. 

♣️ Chased the High by crimsontheory / @ireallysawanangel

(E, 12k, firefighter au, firefighter Louis, firefighter Harry, car accident, friends to lovers, pining, smut)

Or the one where Louis and Harry are both fireman and Louis doesn't know how much longer he can go on harboring his feelings for Harry.

♣️ say forever, you'll be mine by dilfrry / @silverfoxrry

(E, 12k, trucker Harry, masseuse Louis, strangers to lovers, first date, older Harry, flirting, smut)

the trucker harry fic i wrote for my own guilty pleasure

♣️ Wild at Heart Ain't Hard to Find by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(E, 11k, girl direction, Western, tourists, blacksmith Harry, porn with plot, strangers to lovers, smut)

The town boasts tours, excursions, activities, and the hottest woman Louis has ever seen in the form of the local blacksmith.

♣️ sensitive to pressure by momentofclarity / @gaycousinlarry

(E, 4k, established relationship, secret relationship, closeted characters, hockey player Harry, hockey player Louis, famous/famous, dirty talk, light angst, body worship, pwp, smut)

Harry’s breath stutters on its way up his throat, his cheeks heating more with each step as Louis gets closer and Harry can’t move.

-Rare Pairs-

♣️ I pledge my hands to larger service by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

(M, 4k, Harry/Tim Riggins, former football player Harry, Texas, wrestling, friends to lovers, kissing, Friday Night Lights fusion, implied smut)

Harry hasn't seen his high school crush since he graduated over ten years ago. 

#1dficvillage #trackinghome #tracksintheam #1dsource #ficrec #uhoh-but-yeah-alright #gaycousinlarry #becomeawendybird #ireallysawanangel #jaerie #kingsofeverything #lululawrence #eeveelou #jacaranda-bloom #babyarcanacasey #soldouthaz #iamasphodelknox #zanniscaramouche #thetommmoarchives #harryventura #gloriaandrews #100percentsassy #scrunchyharry #allwaswell16

[hollandsfavbabe]

Masterlist

Key: 

* = smut

Newest Post: Peter’s Precarious Polyjuice Potion

Requests are open

who I write for:

tom holland

harry styles

niall horan

one direction

all of their characters

exceptions include cherry, danny from the crowded room, and alex from dunkirk (pls don’t request them)

other people I can’t think of at the moment

if you’d like to request someone not on this page, go for it! i’m always up for trying something new :)

AUs accepted/embraced!

⚠Stories are fem! reader unless stated otherwise, I try to keep it vague⚠

Tom Holland

-By Your Side 

in which y/n tries to help tom improve at roller skating as several obstacles get in their way of having a good time

-It’s All For You

in which y/n is up for an oscar and is supported in every way by her boyfriend tom

-Spider Terror 

in which y/n and tom face one of his biggest foes: a fellow spider

-Movie Night*

in which you and tom decide to take advantage of your very first movie night all alone

-That’s The Tea

in which tom finds out his girlfriend has no idea how to make tea

-Clean

in which y/n helps to break tom’s fear of vulnerability by comforting him after a bad day

-Popsicle Pairs

in which you and tom decide to enjoy more than just popsicles until your son intrudes

Peter Parker

-Where Do We Go Now

in which the death of y/n's father leaves her determined to bring him back and her boyfriend peter determined to save her

-Peter’s Precarious Polyjuice Potion

in which you and peter are forced to take extreme lengths to protect your secret relationship with the help of your shape shifting powers

Arvin Russell

series

-Family Line

in which y/n teagardin is forced move to West Virginia with her brother and in the process, finds a boy who might just make everything alright

-Gold Rush 

in which you and arvin’s secret relationship is discovered after a steamy movie night

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #marvel #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland characters #arvin russell #arvin russel x you #arvin russel x y/n #fluff