#harry styles supremacy

[gremlinvanfleet]

wrong choice - requested 

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this is a request for @yoruse! thank you so much for your request my love, i had a good time writing this even through it absolutely broke my heart lol. i hope i was able to put your mind into words for you ! 

original request: hii can i order a harry styles x reader (angst) where harry swaps the reader for a coworker but he didn't know the reader was pregnant and would tell him the day he breaks up with her and years go by and they meet again and harry feels sorry for everything, no cute ending.  i'm sorry if i didn't understand correctly, english is not my first language i love your writing❤

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you came home earlier than you had expected. the office had given you the day off and you didn’t mind at all. this afternoon would be the best time to catch up on some reading that you’ve been dying to finish. you unlocked the door and walked into your cute apartment that you shared with harry. shoes off, bag on the counter, fridge open and grabbing the milk for the coffee that was brewing just inches away. you stilled as you poured the milk, the coffee aroma flooding your senses. you heard a noise upstairs. harry’s home? he had told you that he had a recording session and that you wouldn’t see him until later that night. your heart filled with excitement as you were glad to be able to spend the day with your boy. you ran upstairs and suddenly the noises stopped as you continued walking. you opened the door and saw harry’s heaving chest under the white bedsheet. he had sweat on his forehead and his eyes were wide. 

“hey, y/n!” he smiled. 

“what are you doing?” you asked. you scanned the room and spotted a bra that certainly wasn’t yours. you felt your heart drop to your feet. 

“oh you know, just trying to nap.” that was a lie and you knew it. you took a couple steps into the room and began searching for anything else. you picked up the bra and placed it on the bed right beside him. 

“why are you lying to me?” you simply asked. 

“w-what are you talking about?” he laughed, more high pitched than usual. 

“where is she?” you looked under the bed. not there, you opened the closet and found a pair of familiar blue eyes avoiding eye contact with you. you remember her from a night a couple months ago when he took the band out for drinks. she had one of the shirts that you got him clutched to her front in an attempt to cover herself. you silently turned around and headed toward the door. harry’s eyes met yours. 

“y/n, please let me explain.” he pleaded. you shook your head and closed the door behind you as you left. you grabbed the bag you had set down and put the shoes you wore to work back on. the milk still placed next to the coffee maker. 

you got in your car and started driving to literally anywhere else. your mind was racing the entire time. how could he do this to you? after all you’ve done for him. all those times he told you he loved you, were all lies. it stung even more to know that she had been working with him for ages. who knows how long this was going on for. you heard your phone buzz on the seat next to you. you quickly glanced over to see harry’s name flood the screen on top of dozens of texts and missed calls. you sighed and felt tears prick behind your eyes. this ultimate betrayal is something that you never imagined would happen to you and him. you thought he loved you and you loved him back with everything you had. you pulled into a parking lot, as the tears had been too much to see through anymore. as wetness that fell from your face onto the steering wheel started to collect, you picked up your phone and called a friend to find a place to crash. 

weeks had passed and harry’s persistent pleas for you to hear him never stopped. you needed some of your things from the apartment so you decided to text him to let him know you were stopping by. after you opened the door, you saw him sitting on the living room couch with his head in his hands. he heard your entrance and whipped his head up to look at you. 

“y/n.” he smiled and sighed. 

“i just need some things from upstairs and then i’m leaving.” you walked past him, avoiding his gaze. 

“y/n, please. we need to talk about this.” his voice wavered. as much as you hated to admit it, he was right about that. you did need to talk to him. 

“fine.” you sat down in the leather chair that was across from him. the coffee table had reflected both of your expressions back. 

“i just want to start out by saying i’m sorry. i’m sorry for two things. for hurting and betraying you like i did, and for hurting you more by what i’m about to say next.” his eyes were bloodshot, and there were bags where there is usually warmth and colour. “this whole situation has made me realize that we should break up. i hate hurting you like this but i just don’t see this relationship continuing.” 

you nodded. you stayed silent for a while to digest what was just said to you. 

“say something please. anything.” he pleaded. 

“do you want to break up because you don’t love me anymore, or because you feel guilty and you can’t look at me without feeling it?” you asked. he stared with his mouth slightly agape. 

“y/n, don’t make me say it.” he sighed. 

“say what, harry!? that i wasn’t enough for you? that she’s better than me? or maybe one woman just doesn’t do it for you anymore.” you stood and glowered at him. he shook his head and stood, now taller than you. 

“god, do you realize how stupid you sound right now? these things happen, whether we like it or not. i was spending a lot of time with her and one thing just led to another. it’s not like i was trying to hurt you intentionally.” he said, exasperated. 

“why didn’t you try spending more time with your actual fucking girlfriend?” you shouted at him. 

“come on, y/n, you know it’s not like that. this is just something that i needed to do.” “something you needed to do? are you seriously using that as a valid response to you literally cheating on me with some girl you’ve been working with for three months? you know what, if that’s all it takes for you to forget about our entire relationship, then there was no point in us being together to begin with.” you sighed. 

“to be completely honest, i’ve been thinking that myself lately.” he murmured. you shook your head. 

“i’ll be back friday afternoon to get my things, and i don’t want to see you again. ever.” you spat. just before leaving, the sound of his voice stopped you. 

“you know, i really did love you. so much. i just think our time is over.” 

“harry, i don’t really think you even gave our time a chance. i think we had something amazing. i was even looking forward to starting a family with you.” you said, tears filling your eyes. his frown became deeper as you ran your hand over your abdomen. the twinge in your heart became stronger as the door closed gently against your back. 

you got back to your friend’s apartment and collapsed on her couch. thankfully, she wasn’t home. your whole being felt like it was in shambles. the man you loved more than anything and the father of your unborn child wasn’t even interested in trying to save your relationship. the tears felt never ending as they cascaded down your cheeks. hot splashes landed in your lap as you held your face in your hands. the emotion wasn’t sadness, nor was it anger. it was pure confusion. was he really that unhappy? why didn’t he just communicate with you? the feeling didn’t subside once, even while you were packing away your things. you left one last word for harry on the kitchen counter. 

harry, 

i truly hope she’s everything you’ve ever wanted. i hope she can give you what i had failed to provide for you. you deserve nothing but the best, and i wish you well. hopefully you become more considerate of others as the years go on. i think that’s something you really need to work on. as for our child, there is no need for you to feel responsible in the slightest. i will do this on my own. they will never know of you. nonetheless, i have left the key in the usual spot, as i obviously won’t be needing it anymore. 

goodbye, 

y/n. 

a lone tear trickled down your cheek and onto the paper, staining it. you tried to wipe it away, but all it did was smudge the ink of the note. part of you feel guilty for keeping his child from him but at the same time, he took the only good part of your life that you knew away from you. this way just avoids the mess of sharing a child. he wants her more anyway. 

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you walk down the street with your young daughter’s hand in your own. she pulls you along as you try to peek in any of the store windows. you’ve been in the market for a new pair of doc martens. 

“this way! come on!” she continued to pull you along. 

“easy, love. don’t take my hand off!” you shouted after her. she wasn’t paying any attention to her surroundings when she walked into a man. 

you immediately started apologizing for her actions, when you met his eyes. the eyes of the man who broke your heart 5 years before. he stood there alone, dressed in all black clothing that he knew how to wear so damn well. his hair was perfectly messy, and you know all he does is run his hand through it for it to look like that. truly infuriating. he smiled his smile at you and the pain that you tried so hard to suppress started forcing its way back to the surface and it was excruciating. 

“y/n.” he breathed. 

“harry.” it felt like a whisper rather than a proper utterance. 

“how’ve you been?” he asked. 

“busy.” you replied, gesturing to the girl staring up at the two of you. he smiled and directed his attention to her. 

“hello, little one. i’m harry. your mum and i used to be friends back in the day.” friends, huh? he extended out his hand. your daughter looked to you for assurance as she wrapped her tiny hand around his two large fingers. she smiled bashfully and clung to your leg. he has that effect on people, no matter who they are. 

“how’s chloe?” it came out more bitter than you had intended.

“ah, we didn’t last long. i think i realized that she wasn’t the one. i had already met the one.” he stared into your eyes and it brought immediate redness to your cheeks. 

“where is the one now?” you asked. 

“well she seems to have come back into my life pretty recently.” he smiled. you turned your face to avoid his gaze. 

“yeah and i think she’s just about to leave it again.” you grabbed your girl’s hand and started to walk away, until harry’s large hand clasped your shoulder to stop you. 

“y/n, wait. just hear me out.” you turned around wordlessly to look at him. “i know i fucked up. big time. and i know there’s nothing i can do to fix it but i just need you to know how truly sorry i am. i loved you. i still do, and frankly, i think i always will. i can’t explain why i did what i did, i just know it was the single dumbest thing i’ve done. i’m hoping one day, you’ll find it in you to forgive me.” 

his eyes pleaded with yours as you sighed. his words were heartfelt, sure, but you knew that there wasn’t anything either of you could do to heal that wound. no matter what, no matter how much time passes, you’re always going to remember her eyes when you opened the closet that day and that’s not something you can look past. 

“i’m the one who’s sorry harry. i’m sorry for trusting you as much as i did. you and i could’ve had such a happy life. i hope you can find something amazing again. have a good life.” you turned your back to him one final time. he called out your name but you ignored it. turning back now wouldn’t make for anything good happening. 

requests: open!

© gremlinvanfleet 2022 <3

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[harrrystyles-writing]

Yes, Sir! —Capítulo 18

Personagens: Professor! Harry x Estudante!Aurora. (Aurora tem 23 anos e Harry tem 35)

Aviso: O capítulo só tem o ponto de vista de Harry.

NotaAutora: Perdão a demora para atualizar a fic.

— Oi! Meu amor. — Violeta disse assim que atendi o telefone — Acabei de deixar as meninas com a babá!

— Ótimo! Já estou indo buscar você. — Tentei parecer animado, mas todo cansaço não me ajudava.

— Você quer cancelar nossa noite?

— Por que?

— Eu conheço você bem o suficiente para saber quando está fingindo.

— Só estou cansado, você já contratou a babá e também fez a reserva, vamos aproveitar.

— Tudo bem, estou te esperando.

Desliguei.

Eu não estava nem um pouco com vontade de sair para um date e não era pelo cansaço. Aurora me ligou, me mandou mensagem e eu nem tive coragem de responder.Eu era simplesmente um covarde miserável que não teve a decência de dizer a ela o que eu sentia, mas como eu poderia? Dizer que a amava não valeria de nada quando ela descobrisse sobre Violeta, porque ela vai descobrir, não há mais tempo para mim.

Assim que estacionei minha esposa entrou toda animada no carro, ela estava linda, sua maquiagem pesada e sua roupa justa, não podia negar que não mexeu comigo, que uma parte de mim sentiu sua falta.

— Oi! — Aquele sorriso um dia fez meu mundo inteiro balançar.

— Oi.

— Posso te beijar? — Ela se tornou uma mulher tímida de uma hora para outra.

— Porque está me perguntando?

— Não sei Harry, ultimamente você tem estado tão distante que nem sei mais se eu posso beijar meu próprio marido.

— Pode.

Aqueles lábios, eram doces, mas não tão bons quanto os de Aurora.

— Vamos?

— Sim. — Ela entrelaçou os dedos aos meus com um sorriso.

A viagem até o restaurante foi terrível, Violeta estava determinada a me provocar, sua mão quente ficou em minha coxa o tempo todo. Eu só queria chegar logo que assim que vi o estacionamento apressei-me para achar uma vaga, logo que o carro desligou eu prontamente fui abrir a porta para ela, estendendo a mão para ajudá-la a sair do carro.

Afinal eu ainda era seu marido, ela merecia isso, uma noite sem que se sentisse rejeitada.

— Obrigado meu amor, que cavalheiro.

Sua mão rapidamente entrelaçaram-se a minha, não hesitei, mas eu deveria?

Já não sei mais o que é certo ou errado, meu coração grita pela Aurora, eu sinto tanto a falta dela, mas Violeta é minha esposa não é a ela a quem deveria estar venerando?

O lugar era lindo, todos os nossos anos de relacionamento nunca jantamos em lugar tão chique, talvez estejamos mesmo, no fundo do poço e Violeta estava tentando de tudo para reacender a chama do nosso amor.

O jantar foi agradável, nós se esquecemos quase completamente a tensão que havia entre nós há muito tempo, nós rimos e flertamos como se fossemos dois recém casados e apaixonados, eu me senti estranho por estar gostando tanto da companhia dela.

— Foi muito legal hoje. — Minha esposa sorriu para mim enquanto caminhavamos para o carro. — Eu me diverti muito.

— Eu também — Sorri de volta abrindo a porta para ajudá-la a entrar.

— Sabe, amor. — Violeta começou assim que entrei no carro. — A noite não precisa acabar agora.— Ela parecia nervosa, ela estava nervosa eu a conhecia muito bem para ler sua expressão facial.

Eu senti meu coração acelerar, quando a sua mão delicada tocou meu rosto o virando para ela

— Eu quero você, H. — Sussurrou antes de unir seus lábios aos meus.

Eu não consegui resistir, me deixei levar pelo momento e o prazer que os lábios da minha esposa me davam, minhas mãos a puxaram mais para mim, até que estivesse sentada em meu colo, suas mãos puxavam meus cabelos, enquanto seus quadris roçaram em mim.

— H.— Ela gemeu baixinho em meu ouvido.

E um estalo, o som da voz de Aurora apareceu em minha mente, eu via ela em minha frente.

— Para!

— O que foi?— Violeta me olhou assustada.

— Acho melhor pararmos.

— Por quê?

— Alguém pode ver— Menti.

Mas eu não podia continuar.

Eu não estava mais apaixonado por Violeta, eu só estava me apagando a um passado onde nós éramos realmente felizes.

— Eu não ligo.

— Baby, vamos para casa, eu não quero fazer isso aqui.— Segurei seu rosto e forcei-me a beija-lá. — Quero fazer direito.

— Promete que vamos transar quando chegar lá? — A voz manhosa e triste dela me fazia sentir culpado.

— Claro. — Afirmei só para vê-la sair de cima de mim.

Eu não sei bem o que aconteceria quando chegasse, não sei se resistiria a minha própria esposa, eu estava muito confuso e me sentindo muito culpado.

— A babá está lá em cima, vou avisá-la para ir. — Violeta dizia enquanto tirava os sapatos assim que chegamos. — Por ser tarde talvez ela precise de carona, você pode levá-la para mim? E passar na farmácia pegar uns preservativos, acho que já encaixotei os que tinham aqui em casa.

— Claro querida.

Aproveitei o momento para ir até o banheiro, entrei rapidamente e lavei meu rosto.

— Mas que porra você está fazendo? — Indaguei a mim mesmo, várias vezes.

Eu amava a Aurora, eu a amava.

Ouvi uma movimentação na cozinha, devia ser a babá.

— Está Pronta? — Questionei arrumando a gola da camisa, sem nem olhar para cima.

Mas no instante que ela se virou eu quis morrer.

Eu fiquei paralisado ali, olhando a mulher a minha frente, minha boca se mexia, mas não saia nada.

Era a Aurora, ali bem na minha frente.

A babá!

Ela era a porra da babá!

— Aurora?! — Minha mente se recusava a acreditar. — Aurora o que faz aqui? — Como ela descobriu? Ela me seguiu? Ela contou tudo a Violeta? — Aurora, me responde. — Eu caminhei rapidamente até ela segurando em seu braço. — Como me achou?

— Achou?! Que porra você está fazendo aqui?! Eu não te achei, eu nem sabia que estaria aqui. Você é irmão da Violeta ou coisa assim? — Ela também parecia tão confusa.

— Querido?! — Violeta surgiu atrás de mim e eu quase gritei. — Aí está você, meu amor não esqueça de dar uma boa gorjeta, ok?

— Aurora!— Violeta gritou assim que a viu cair no chão. — Harry faça alguma coisa. — Eu estava paralisado. — Harry!

— Vamos tentar acordar ela.

Fui de encontro eu corpo pálido no chão, segurei sua cabeça em minha mão, tirei seus cabelos ruivos do rosto, acariciei seu rosto e a vi se mexer.

— Ei você está bem?

— Eu... Sim. — Ela tentava se levantar rápido.

— Tem certeza? Precisa de um médico? — Minha esposa acariciava os cabelos de aurora tão preocupada como eu.

— Eu estou bem, sempre acontece isso, minha pressão cai às vezes.- Aurora se levantou.

— Tem certeza? Você parece um pouco pálida. — Minha esposa tentou tocar nela novamente, mas Aurora pareceu esquivar-se.

— Sim, eu vou indo.

— Espere meu marido vai levá-la.

Porra não!

— Não precisa.

— Você acabou de desmaiar. — Violeta encheu um copo com água e a entregou. — Por favor querida, você foi tão boa para mim hoje o mínimo que posso fazer é isso, já que não quer ir ao médico, tem certeza que não quer sentar um pouco?

Aurora estava cuidando das minhas filhas enquanto eu quase trepei com minha mulher, isso não podia estar acontecendo.

— Eu estou bem, não se preocupe.

— H, ajude-a a chegar em casa, tá bem?

— Ok — Foi tudo o que eu consegui dizer.

Eu ajudei Aurora a entrar no carro, sabendo que tudo estava prestas a desmoronar.

Eu pensei que no instante que estivemos sozinhos ela iria gritar comigo, mas ela ficou quieta, um silêncio absoluto que me causava arrepios.

— Aurora. — Eu queria explicar tudo.

— Não. — Ela desviou o olhar.

— Aurora me deixe explicar.

— Eu não quero! E assim que estivermos longe o suficiente para que ela não veja o carro me deixe sair.

— Eu não posso deixar você sozinha essa hora na rua.

— Eu não posso ficar mais um minuto com você nesse carro.

— Aurora por favor.

— Já estamos longe, por favor me deixa sair?

— Não posso.

— Eu vou pular desse carro, me deixa sair. — Ela tentava abrir a porta do carro com força.

— Aurora, pare de ser estúpida, você vai se machucar.

— ME DEIXE SAIR AGORA!- Ela começou a gritar batendo em meu braço, e por um instante pensei que iria bater, única saída foi parar o carro.

— Aurora!- Gritei assim que a vi saindo correndo do carro. — Pelo amor de Deus espera por favor. — Fui rápido em ir atrás dela. — Aurora, por favor, eu só quero conversar.

— Não há o que falar. Não quero mais ver você.

— Me deixa explicar, eu sinto muito, eu não queria que descobrisse assim.

— Assim como? Na porra da sua casa?! Com a sua família! — Eu podia ver suas lágrimas caírem. — VOCÊ TEM UMA FAMÍLIA! UMA FAMÍLIA HARRY!

— Eu sei, sinto muito, mas é complicado.

— Complicado? É por isso que não respondia minhas mensagens? Eu disse que te amava, como você pôde fazer isso comigo!

— Me perdoe, por favor.

— Você tem sua família, precisa voltar para elas, eu não quero ver você nunca mais.

— Por favor. — Segurei em seu braço. — Aurora, você é importante para mim, me deixe levá-la, me deixe explicar tudo. — Aproximei- me acariciando seus cabelos. — Eu quero poder contar tudo para você.

— Devia ter feito isso antes. — Ela se afastou. — Adeus Harry.

Ela saiu correndo sem rumo, eu não sabia o que fazer, se corria atrás dela ou a deixava ir.

Essa noite, antes de ver Aurora na minha cozinha, eu até cogitei que talvez fosse melhor ficar com Violeta, não porque eu a amava tanto quanto eu amo Aurora, mas, porque era o certo a se fazer, era mais fácil tentar consertar algo que está quebrado do que admitir que aquilo não funciona mais, talvez eu sentisse que merece mais alguém como Violeta do que Aurora em minha vida, afinal Violeta era como eu, uma traidora tentando se redimir, mas Aurora, ela era pura, inocente e eu não deveria ter a metido no meio dessa bagunça que era meu mundo, mas eu fui egoísta demais para deixá-la ir antes que eu fodesse com tudo.

E agora tudo o que o meu coração mais gritava era para não deixá-la ir, eu não conseguiria aceitar a ideia de perder ela.

Eu não podia escolher ela.

Eu não deveria ir atrás dela.

Então como um covarde eu dei meia volta, entrei no meu carro.

Eu a deixei sozinha...

Eu a deixei chorando...

Eu a deixei com medo...

Eu voltei para casa...

— Tudo certo querido? — Violeta tinha aquele olhar de esperança assim que entrei casa. — Querido? — Eu passei por ela sem dizer nenhuma palavra. — Harry? — Eu subi as escadas. — Harry!? — Ela me seguiu e segurou meu braço. — O que foi? Aconteceu algo?

— Eu quero...

— O que você quer?

— Eu quero o divórcio.

Obrigado por ler até aqui 💗 O feedback através de uma ask é muito apreciado! Também como um reblog para compartilhar minha escrita com outras pessoas!

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Precious Bean 

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[amy3435]

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[heeybear]

Harry Styles

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[capitanschampagne]

@supadikh0le asked yesterday which mitski songs reminds you of your comfort characters, so now it's my turn.

which harry styles songs reminds you about characters you kin?

I'll start — north and liquido are literally definition of keep driving

skarra and shakes are two ghosts

(bonus: sign of the times is the ultimate dancing rasta song™ and YOU CANNOT convince me otherwise) (harry babe what do you mean? we never learn? we been here before? why are we always stuck? and running? from the bullets?YOUR bullets??? we never learn??? we been here before???)

(AND SEASONS 5-8 ARE LITERALLY we don't talk enough??? we should open up????? before it's all too much???? will we ever learn? we've been here before???? It's just what we know??? from his point of view????)

#thanks tommy #evie speaks 🥂 #supa strikas #supablr #let's talk #harry styles supremacy #supa strikas headcanons #shakes supa strikas #supa strikas skarra #dancing rasta

[wonderlandrry]

hi, this is my first ever attempt at writing on tumblr!! the story could be more than one part if you like it (maybe three or four parts). this is also my first time not writing in first person pov so hopefully it doesn’t suck complete ass. (not really edited and idk how to format either so GREAT first impression, friends.)

pov: best friend! harry x you (aka i tried my best lmao)

blurb: you and harry have been best friends your whole life and one night changes everything.

contains: friends to lovers, bad girl x good boy if you squint, smoking green 🍃, smut, cussing, oral (giving and receiving for both characters), praise kink, and size kink if you squint really hard again and read between the lines lmao.

word count: 5k

• NOT RAMADAN FRIENDLY •

just friends

“You sure you don’t want me to come up?” Rylan’s honey eyes flick from your dorm bulging back to yours. The tension from tonight’s argument is fresh in those crinkles next to his eyes that you used to love. Fucking adore.

Parting your lips, you sigh, “See you around.”

“Don’t be like that,” A ringless hand runs through his dark hair. You’re not exactly sure why you’re focusing on that but here we are. “It was a joke, come on.”

Your hand rests on the door handle, silently contemplating on freaking the fuck out again. This isn’t the first time he’s made jokes, very public jokes about your best friend. The very first time you let it slide with a warning because some people don’t understand that you can be just friends with the opposite gender. They can’t wrap their heads around that not every relationship revolves around sex. You understood but tonight? He went too far.

“Saying Harry follows me like a stray dog,” You have to take a deep breath because Rylan doesn’t know what Harry’s been through. That only pisses you off more. “Was too far.”

“He doesn’t have any friends, Lil, just you.”

“Because he’s smart, he doesn’t have friends because he’s fucking brilliant.” It was true, Harry focused more on school and baseball than friendships. He got a full ride to Calloway University reliant on grades and his pure, raw talent. Some would stop there but he took it a step further by studying physics. Now it’s your turn to run a hand through your hair because this is the fourth fight over your best friend. “Don’t be a dick.”

“Do you not see how fucked that is?” He hisses, making your head snap in his direction. “You’re supposed to be dating me, not him.”

You scoff, “So that’s what this is?”

Rylan’s hold tightened on the steering wheel, so tight that his knuckles were almost white. “Look, I don’t care that you’re friends with him but you spend too much time-”

That confirmed everything for you. Your long friendship with Harry wasn’t the problem. Rylan knew how much Harry meant to you and how your friendship was all you had sometimes. He knew yet the fact that he didn’t have your full attention every waking moment of the day was the source of cruel jokes.

“You’re threatened, huh?” His knuckles blanched even more as the words left your mouth. “Listen to the words coming out of my mouth, Ry. Harry’s been my best friend since I was seven. Nothing has and will never happen between us. I would never sleep with him and ruin our friendship.”

“I see how you guys look at each other.”

Your whole face heats, it’s literally on fire. “You’re seeing things because we’re just friends.”

“You’re in denial.” Fuck. This.

Those three words were enough to push you. Push you to fling open the car door and launch yourself onto the pavement. They were enough to heat your whole body to the point that chilly winter air wasn’t enough to simmer down your anger. You don’t even bother slamming the door shut because that asshole can get out and shut it himself. That’s what he gets for constantly trying to pry a confession out of you. A confession that doesn’t exist but he still won’t accept it. The security guard gives a weary smile as you pass him, an obvious witness of the whole shit show. You look over your shoulder just in time to watch Rylan peel out.

He doesn’t follow you, shocker. Not that you wanted him to but you also didn’t expect him to. He acts like he cares but when push comes to shove, actions don’t match the words constantly flying out of that stupid mouth.

Unlocking and relocking the door with a soft click, your dorm is oddly dark and quiet. It looks like no one has been here all day. This is a possibility since Ellie spends most nights with her boyfriend. You slide off your black vans and place your bag on the hooks by the door. Seniors get a common room and separate bedrooms in student housing and you love the privacy. Honestly? It’s hard as fuck to hook up sharing a room with someone. El never cared who you brought home but felt weird as hell, yano?

From: ball boy (11:35 pm)

you home?

To: ball boy (11:36 pm)

yeah

You loosen your claw clip and honey-blond waves tumble. Walking into your room, you slip out of the cute-ass outfit you spent an hour perfecting and into some random band shirt with no bra and spandex shorts. Such a shame because you looked hot, too bad the night didn’t end with Ry ripping this lacy, black corset off you. Sucks for him.

From: ball boy (11:42 pm)

open the window before Mack catches my ass.

Your eyes snap toward the only windows in your room. The sheer, black curtains were closed but they did a shit job keeping the sunlight out so, honestly, how good were they for privacy? Your heart hammers thinking about Harry seeing you. How he could’ve seen all of you, not just what you choose to show off. The thought made your heart hammer.

From: ball boy (12:46 am)

don’t tell me you’re fucking someone right now

From: ball boy (12:47 am)

fuckin’ sick, lil

Annoyed, you rip open the curtains to find Harry’s cocky expression staring straight at you. It’s too dark to make out his full face but you can tell by the smirk tipping the left side that he’s amused. Making your favorite dimple dent even deeper. In one swift motion, the latch unlocks letting him in. He’s done this a million times, yano? Sneaking in your room for late-night study sessions, movie nights, or sleepovers. You’ve shared a bed countless times but never crossed that line, he’s your best friend. There are rules in place to save your friendship. He means more to you than one night of pleasure. Always has.

“Nice shirt, been looking for that everywhere.” Evergreen eyes bounce across your face, “Thought you had a date.”

You blow out a breath, “Not anymore.”

He smirks, dimple popping, “Obviously.”

“Thought you had plans.” You counter because Harry may not have many friends but that didn’t mean anything when it came to his sex life. He had trouble talking to girls but that didn’t seem to matter because they flocked to him. There was just something about him that drew people in, you included especially you. Maybe it was his ability to make anyone in the room feel special; wanted by having his undivided attention.

His lips purse, “Nah, not tonight.”

“Why?”

He gives you a pointed look giving away that he knows, “You know why.”

Guilt settles into your stomach, that stupid sinking feeling of being caught hit full force. He had the same argument with Grace that you did with Rylan tonight. They seem to argue more though and it kills you seeing him upset. You know he cares about her but he loves you. Maybe not romantically but definitely platonically and that means something to him. Every time they have this conversation, you know you should walk away. It's always your first instinct to protect people you love and you love your best friend. But, you’d rather die than let him go and that’s selfish as fuck but true. You sigh, “Harry-”

“I’m good,” He closes the distance and wraps you into a hug and it feels like home. Your favorite type of hug. “Worried about you.”

You smile against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heart hitting your cheek, “Nothing a Star Wars marathon won’t cure, Stud.”

His face lights up, “God, I could kiss you, Lil.”

“Whatever you say, ball boy.” Your heart flutters violently but you ignore the feeling. He always jokes like this in secret and maybe that’s the reason no one believes you’re just friends. But, they’re just jokes, yano.

“Ball boy?” He scoffs, making you tilt your chin to meet his gaze. When your eyes finally focus, Harry’s staring at you with his stupid, dimpled smile. Just because he’s your best friend doesn’t mean you’re completely immune. He’s handsome and you’d be dumb to deny that because, well, you have eyes. Currently, he looks even better from this angle. His hair’s tousled as neat as those chestnut curls will allow and dimples seem more prominent. Deep, inviting indents. The black, backwards hat only adds to the contrast of those evergreen eyes. Your favorite shade of green. A sliver of metal trapped between perfect teeth as he cocks his head. He chuckles, squeezing you tighter, “That’s fucked up.”

Pulling back, you shrug, “You’re the one who plays with them all day.”

His tongue clicks, cheeks hollowing, “Baseball, I play baseball.”

You dismiss him with a wave, walking into the common room. “Whatever helps you hit balls with your bat, Ball boy.”

“Better watch that pretty mouth of yours,” He warns in a low tone, so low that everything tingles. Reaching into his hoodie, he pulls out a bag of weed before plopping on the couch, “because I don’t share with bad girls.”

“Watching Star Wars high?” You grin as he nods. “Man of my dreams.”

Harry smirks, all boyish and full dimples, “Don’t tease.”

After pressing play and settling into the couch, you glance over at him just as the credits begin to roll. He’s lighting a joint, brows set in concentration, pink lips puckered around the paper inhaling slowly before passing it to you.

The next forty minutes fly by in the best, blissfully buzzed way. Time doesn’t have an exact science. We’re happy and having a good time. All the anger from earlier dissipated from you and Harry just being together. His nose found its way under your jaw, right next to your pulse point, some time after fifteen or so minutes. He’s always been affectionate when buzzed but holy fuck, was he toning it down before. You don’t know what changed but his hands haven’t left your waist and he keeps hugging closer to your chest with little sighs and hums of contentment. He smells so fucking good like peppermint, fresh laundry, and smoke.

Your breathing is slow and steady. Completely wrapped in him. Fingers twisting the curls at the nape of his neck until your fingertips tingle to touch him elsewhere. You don’t allow them to go lower than his throat, feeling how harsh each swallow was each time you’d get below the hinge of his jaw. He hums against your neck, nuzzling deeper into the column dangerously like he can’t get enough, “Feeling better?”

“Yes.” You breathe as he hugs tighter, not stopping your feather-like movement through his soft curls. “You?”

“Yeah, that feels good.” His words come out sleepy and deep and gravelly. “Your t-touch always feels good.” Warm evergreen holds all your attention as he kisses your cheek, “Thank you for being here with me. You make everything better, always have.”

Your face tilts, noses inches apart, and whisper. “You make everything better for me too.”

Harry’s the type of man that goes from beautiful to devastating with a change of facial expression. Your hazy brain can’t stop taking him in for some reason. It’s involuntary. That beautiful, sculpted face is hidden at nightfall but you allow yourself to appreciate how much time someone put into crafting him. It’s like you spent the last fifteen years with blinders on and can finally see.

Sage burns into evergreen as his lips roll a few times like he’s trying to come up with a safe response. The irrational part of my brain wants to feel his mouth on you again so bad that you almost crave him. Your lips part at the same time waiting for the other to make a move or do something drastic. Three heartbeats of your mouths seconds apart. Three heartbeats in your own hazy, happy world. His nose nudges yours once before dropping back to your throat. His arms wrapped around you tighter and your breathing synced again. Instead of calm and steady, now it’s erratic and fast.

Fuck, you have to be high, right? Best friends don’t look at each other like this. Especially you guys.

He leans closer, left hand planted on your thigh as we just stare at each other. Almost like he feels it too. Your fingertips ache to touch the stubble dusting his jawline so bad they tingle but you can’t seem to move. Completely lost in the hypnotic desire clouding the calm green of his irises.

Not wanting to put pressure on Harry to make the first move, you close the distance. Not sure why you did that but your mouths part at the same time. His in surprise and yours in want, yet in perfect sync. Pressing your lips to his, he immediately kisses back, cupping your jaw. One second everything’s moving slowly and the next, he’s lifting his shirt over your head. Touching every inch of exposed skin like he can’t get enough. His fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts as yours find his jeans. The kiss breaks as he leans back just enough to look at you. You’re looking at each other in silence but it’s so fucking loud.

“We should-” He swallows harshly, columns of his throat tense, “Don’t wanna finally have you if you’ll regret-”

“Won’t ever regret you, H,” Your voice is hushed yet full of so much want and sincerity. “Don’t stop, we’re okay.”

“Yeah?” He breathes out in relief pressing another kiss to your lips that sends trace currents through your body full force. Finally giving into the sweetest temptation you’ve ever tasted. Forbidden and delicious. This was like an avalanche of feelings and lust in motion, couldn’t stop the cascade if you tried. The aftermath would eventually come but everything would be okay. It had to be.

“Yeah, just friends,” Your lips move with his again but lazier, a slow pace that makes everything come to life. “This doesn’t change anything.”

You lied because this meant everything but you can’t stop.

He blinks like he can see right through your bullshit.

You blink back hoping he doesn’t.

“Just friends.” He repeats only the first half of your lie between kisses, pressing your body further into the couch with his hips.

The words come out breathless.

The words come out easily.

The words come out in cool peppermint.

He starts to drag your shorts off at the same pace the kiss and you lift a little to help. Being this vulnerable, letting the other fully see the other is something you can’t put into words. Your eyes rake his body as his lustful, dark gaze mirrors yours. There aren’t enough fucking words to describe how beautiful he is. Taking in every single detail from his tattoos to his cock pressed between your open thighs. The desperation; everything fucking aches for him. He leans forward, lips parting, eyes darkening by the minute, leaving open-mouth kisses along your jaw until they meet your mouth. The warm metal of his tongue ring claiming every inch of your mouth. He tasted like charged temptation in the best way, like something you didn’t know you craved until now.

Harry whimpers as your legs wrap around his waist. His cock throbs between your thighs and he groans against your lips. The sound vibrating with need; so fucking desperate. Strong hands grip your ass as the kiss deepens. He’s kissing you like you’re oxygen and he’s hungry for air. Almost like he can’t breathe without tasting you. Without having you like this. Staggered, harsh breaths hit the left side of your as his lips descended. Sucking and biting gently at your throat until they reach your chest and wrap around your nipple piercings. Metal clanking salaciously as his tongue swirls, toying with each little bar. His cock throbs again and your head falls back into the throw pillows with a loud moan. The arrogant smirk against your already heated skin only sends fire dancing.

Crackling and humming with each touch. They say fire needs oxygen to grow and Harry was yours. Always has been, he ignites all your fires.

Pulling back slightly, salacious evergreen meets thunderous oceans as he speaks, “So fucking pretty.” His words come out as a rasp, full of raw desperation. “Wanna taste you so fucking bad.” Kisses pepper your face, “Wanna make you feel so good, please? ”

“Y-yes,” You breathe, unable to finish the sentence as his kiss-bruised lips meet yours again and again, his fingers digging into the sensitive skin of your already open thighs, while yours run through his soft curls. Tangling and twisting as your lips move hungrily, desperately. Your teeth trap his tongue ring gently tasting and the sound that escapes his throat is feral. His body pushes against yours as you devour each other. Urgent, hungry, and like you might run out of time or change your mind. Hot, open-mouth kisses descend from your lips to your jaw then stop at the base of your throat.

“Fuck,” The word’s rushed, nearly a pant, as he pulls his sweatshirt over his head. The view of his gorgeous, toned body sends a shiver down your spine. The butterfly on his chest fluttered with each rapid breath. His abs jutting and rippling like it took everything in him not to lose it right then and there. Rough yet gentle hands feather your ribs, gliding effortlessly until they pause at your hips, leaving trace currents branding me with each tortuous touch. The rings on his fingers dig into the sensitive flesh of your hips despite how gentle he’s being. A surprised gasp leaves my lips in a whimper as his grip tightens holding you into place. Your hips tilt, wanting to feel him and he groans, nostrils flaring like he’s in pain, “Want you so bad,” His nose runs against your jaw, “Not gonna last if you keep moving, Lil.”

“Sorry,” You breathe letting your head fall back as it swims with every effortless emotion you feel for him.

“Shh, you’re perfect, so fucking perfect, look at you.” He whispers, the gravelly tone of his voice sending vibrations between your thighs making you ache. A completely desperate ache for him that would be embarrassing if it was anyone but your Harry. Suddenly, he’s kissing you but lazily this time. His lips moved so painfully slow and tender against yours. Kissing like you have all the time in the world. As soon as you match his pace, he breaks the kiss sighing deeply against your parted lips. He studies your face, evergreen locked on blue, as he slowly drifts between your thighs. His hands follow him, traveling down your inked body with ease, until they lock around your upper legs.

“What’re you doing?” You ask breathlessly, trying to keep up with his pace. He ignores you, placing drawn-out kisses trailing from your left hip to inner thigh. Soft moans leave your parted lips each and every time his mouth touches your skin. His kisses are getting closer and closer, nipping and sucking, teasing and torturing. It’s too fucking much. “Harry-”

“Need something, Lil?” He sucks harder on your hip, leaving a purplish bruise on porcelain skin, tilting his head up to meet your gaze with a lazy smirk. So effortlessly sexy.

“Please-” Desperateness clings to the word as your head falls back, unable to handle seeing him between your legs.

“Please what?” Harry smirks against heated skin as your hips move forward, “Use your words, pretty girl.”

“I want-” The sentence pauses at the tip of your tongue. No one’s ever asked what you wanted before. “I’ve never-” Your brows push together trying to find the right word but he reaches up, fingers smoothing the line between them like he understands.

“It’s okay,” He runs the flat of his tongue against your clit and your knees almost push together from pleasure, the round of his tongue ring hitting perfectly. Like he knows exactly what you need. Burning evergreen disappears into the back of his head as he moans against you, fingernails digging into your skin. “Taste so fucking good, Lil. Knew you would, so fucking sweet.”

“Fuck,” The whimper that comes out of you is pathetic as he lifts your leg, draping your right knee over his shoulder, tongue circling with no mercy. Flicking and sucking and teasing as he changes pace. Your head falls back feeling his piercing tease your entrance with each flick of his perfect tongue. Your fingers laced into his wet curls, tugging as he pulled back, eyes meeting yours. Bringing his left middle and ring fingers to your lips, manually parts them until his fingers push past your bottom teeth. The cold metal of his rings hits your warm mouth. Evergreen dances darkly as they glide across your tongue until you gag around them. He exhales roughly, head cocking, “Mmm, suck. Such a good girl for me, yeah?”

Your lips wrap around his fingers as your eyes lock. He moves them in and out a few times before withdrawing. Never breaking eye contact, pink lips puckering around my clit as his fingers tease your entrance. He watches you intensely, so fucking intensely as his fingers match the pace of his tongue. Your eyes flutter in pure fucking bliss as your grip on his hair returns. Pulling and tugging, making him groan so deeply, “Lil.”

Your name came out of his mouth with the same electricity that courses through your veins whenever he’s around. Hot, entrancing, unfuckingdeniable, and your undoing. White, hot pleasure hits so hard that you try to close your legs but his hands wrap around your thighs, keeping them open, easing you through it. Your breathing evens out as Harry watches you between your open thighs. His head tilted upward, lips parted in amazement, evergreen bouncing around your face like he’s committing every muscle movement to memory.

“For fucks sake.” He exhales, blinking in complete astonishment.

“Hmm?” The word comes out lazily, so fucking easy like your smile.

He hovers, face inches from yours, hazy eyes blazing with lust. The end of his cross necklace bounces off your bottom lip a few times. “So pretty when you cum, Angel.”

Fuck, in one swift movement, you push his chest backward completely straddling him as his back hits the couch. Long, ring-clad fingers grip your jaw as he presses his lips to yours, kissing slowly, tongues tangling lazily. He tastes like you and it makes your head spin. His fingers tangle into your hair, blond waves fall, as he collects them wrapping the strands around his wrist. Breaking the kiss, your hands glide across his skin, feeling every harsh breath and ridge before settling between his legs. Every flutter of his butterfly as he breathes, how his abs constrict with each breath like he wants you so badly that it’s painful, and the vein resting next to the perfect v-line of his left hip. Taking a deep breath, your head tilts, meeting his hungry, beautiful gaze as your lips wrap around his head.

He lets out a loud moan, abs jutting, as your tongue twirls and teases. His head lolls back, lips parting while the moans come out so fucking feral; desperate. The grip on your hair loosens as you take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks with each suck. Honey curls fall you around like a curtain as he cups the back of your head, pushing you to take him deeper, never breaking eye contact. You almost wanna shut yours seeing how much adoration and attention and lust swims in his pretty irises. He starts moving his hips slowly, testing, and relaxing your jaw. His jaw tightens with each thrust, moaning so fucking loud, lips puckering around a needy exhale, “I-fuck-I’m not gonna last.”

Flattening your tongue, a hum in appreciation and that makes him break. The soft green of his eyes darkened as control slips with each thrust. “God, look at how pretty you look wrapped around my cock.” He groans even louder and you gag around him. His hips slow, “You can take it, just like that, so fucking good.”

Your cheeks hollow as his movements grow more frantic. More fucking desperate. Twirling your tongue, he pulls out, cupping your jaw again as he cums. Painting your chest in the most filthy way. Head tilted back, eyes shut, pumping his cock as he whimpers. Blush spreads up his throat, neck vein popping in the sexiest way, and perfect lips parted in pure ecstasy; pure bliss. He’s the most devastating man you’ve ever seen. The minute your gazes meet, your breathing halts. So many emotions battle to come to the surface as lush forests meet raging oceans. The push and pull that is us. This is a moment where you just stare at each other in understanding. Letting your eyes say what you’re afraid to admit out loud.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” Harry’s voice is gentle and soothing while his fingers trace your jaw before disappearing. You count his footsteps but don’t respond. The weight of what happened crashed into you like a freight train. Your breathing accelerates instead of steading as everything plays out. You don’t want to lose him when this doesn’t work out. The thought comes quickly and like a bucket of ice water. Panic setting in because you can’t lose him. You can’t lose him over one night of weakness. Shit, the uncertainty feels heavy on your chest, heavier than it should because there’s no one you trust more. He’s your best friend.

“Lil?” Hesitantly, your eyes snap to your favorite shade of green. Allowing them to travel his peaceful features, illuminated by the soft glow of the moon. Everything about him is relaxed and unguarded as he starts cleaning you up with a warm washcloth. The light stubble on his sharp jaw to pink parted lips to the freckles on the bridge of his nose that you wouldn’t see unless you were close enough. Your fingertips ache to trace the path, feel each little freckle and plane of his face, until they’re touching his pink lips. Sometimes, you wish memories worked like photographs or something so you could accurately remember how being in his arms feels. How finally being his feels until unrelenting reality hits. You’re not his, Grace is, and that hurts worse than you thought. His lips tip into a left-sided smile, “There she is.”

“Here I am,” You smile back, cheekbone gently compressed by his long fingers.

Dark curls sticking up in different directions, evergreen eyes following every detail of your face, a red hue dusting across his cheeks, and his once parted lips tugging into a sleepy smirk, “You still with me, Lil?”

“Always.” The word came out fast because you were with him. Maybe too with him. “Gonna get dressed real quick.” A giggle escapes your lips, “Don’t have the money for Ellie’s therapy bill if she walks in.”

“Fuck,” He chuckles, running a hand through long curls, “She’d probably ask to join.”

Your phone buzzes two times and something inside you freezes. You know it’s Rylan, no one else but him and Harry text you this late. The playful expression on Harry’s face slowly drains into something that resembles pain as he hands it to me. The sudden change makes your stomach turn in the worst way.

From: Ry (2:30 am)

Sorry about tonight.

From: Ry (2:31 am)

Can’t lose you over a stupid argument, Lil. I know you and Styles are just friends and you wouldn’t touch him. Sorry for being a jealous prick.

That stomach-sinking guilt comes back full force and causes your mouth to flood with saliva. You pull the Nirvana shirt over your head and turn to explain but he’s already looking at the wall. His jaw tense, so tense that the hinges are bulging, but expression is stoic. He swallows, the columns in his throat tense then relax showing just how hard the salvia was to get down. You linger on his side profile for a second, appreciating the beautiful yet masculine planes of his face, before clearing your throat. He blinks a few times before turning slowly to meet your eyes. The words rush out of your mouth, “Harry-”

Playful evergreen darkened to forest green, “I better go.”

You jump to your feet, following behind him quickly, desperate to explain. His back to you, broad shoulders sagging, as he works to unlatch your window. The glass opens with a thud and you expect him to leave but he doesn’t. Ring-clad fingers grasp the ledge, knuckles blanch, as he just breathes. You count to fifteen waiting for him to look at you but he doesn’t. 240 long, excruciating seconds pass. Exhaling harshly, his voice is hoarse, “We need to tal-“

“Friends?” You blurt, not letting him finish. Needing to know you’re okay, eyes volleying between him and the notification on your phone.

He pauses, hand resting on the windowsill, so much pain in those evergreen eyes you love so much. There he was, always taking care of you. Even if it means hurting him.

“Yeah, Lil.”

Your attention stays on the window as he slips out without giving you a chance to respond. Everything smells like him, a mouthwatering mixture of fresh laundry, peppermint, and something earthy like the wind. Even your skin has traces of him that you don’t think you’d be able to wash off. The memory of tonight permanently embedded into you and there is no denying it. How his mouth felt, his hands on you, the sound of his raspy voice slowly ruining you for anyone else.

What the fuck did you just do?

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[styleswithaseaview]

more lhh bc i’m ovulating and feel it necessary

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[hsonlyangelxo]

LHH was, is and will always be the most beautiful and hottest 21 y/o guy ever.

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[gremlinvanfleet]

seen for the first time - h.s. - requested 

❃

this is an anonymous request! i wanted to say thanks to all of you who are requesting and asking questions! i love hearing from all of you so much! 

original request: hi! can you maybe write something about how harry and y/n met for the first time? i saw this tiktok that harry was petting a dog in chicago so maybe something like they met in a coffee shop and harry started petting y/n’s dog and it was love at first sight? thanks!! x

after being at work all day, one of your favourite things to do to unwind is go for a walk. when you unlocked the front door, you were greeted by a wagging tail and paws landing on your knees. you smiled as the dog yelped in excitement from your return. 

“hello sweet boy!” y0u cooed. he looked as if he had his own smile as you rubbed his back. 

you walked your way into the kitchen and saw that his food bowl was empty. explains the amount of excitement. you filled the bowl and he happily ate his dinner. so much for the greeting. you headed into your room to change into some leggings and a hoodie to take the boy for a walk. you put on your favourite pair of beat up nikes and grabbed his leash. the instant he hears the jingle of the buckle he’s bouncing off the walls, trying to get outside. it’s quite comical really. 

you locked the door behind you and led him down your favourite avenue. it’s always so pretty this time of year. the leaves are more vibrant with the different appearance of the chlorophyl and the air is so crisp and fresh. your dog seemed to enjoy it as well. you passed by a dog friendly cafe and decided to get a quick pick me up for the way home. 

when you walked in the storefront, half a dozen people were with dogs, and the other half weren’t. must be pretty good coffee then. you ordered yourself a large iced americano and got your dog one of the pre-made treats that were sitting in a baked goods display. you were waiting for your coffee when you heard an accented voice talking to your dog. 

“hello there, little one.” he held his hand out for a sniff. 

“oh, sorry. he has to say hello to everyone.” you apologized on behalf of your pooch with a chuckle. 

“’s all good. i’m happy to say hi. dogs like me for some reason.” his eyes met yours. they were a beautiful pale green and it made your stomach warm when you noticed that his gaze lingered on yours for a bit longer than one usually would. 

“that means you’re a good person!” you exclaimed, recalling something you read previously about animal instincts. “or maybe he just knows you’re harry styles.” you laughed. 

“guilty. is that really what that means?” the man smiled up at you. his perfect teeth showed behind his lips as he spoke. you returned the smile and could’ve sworn you saw his cheeks become redder. it didn’t take long for you to recognize him as harry styles, so the butterflies in your stomach became more frantic. 

“for y/n?” the barista called out your name before you could even answer. you turned to harry 

“well this is me!” you grabbed your drink and turned away from him, even though every bite in your body told you not to. 

“wait, y/n!” he called behind you. your stomach flipped at his use of your name. he stood even taller and closer to you than he did before. “this is gonna sound dumb, but i’d be kicking myself in the ass later if i didn’t ask for your number.” you smiled and immediately blushed. 

“i was hoping you’d ask.” you giggled and write your number down on a napkin for him. 

“thanks love. talk to you soon.” he grabbed his drink, which happened to also be an iced americano and left with a wink before you could even process what just happened. 

you walked out with a leash in your right hand, and your coffee in your left. you held a small smile on your face, thinking about how harry had called you by your name after hearing it only once, and how he drinks the same coffee and how his eyes glistened from the pot lights of the cafe. everything about his was just so perfect. 

you got back home and settled yourself on the couch with a book when your phone vibrated on the side table on your left side. 

unknown: y/n. so nice to meet you and your furry companion today. i hope to see you soon. how’s friday night? i’m not in town much longer but i need to spend some more time with you. let me know. - h. 

y/n: friday sounds good. see you then :) 

harry: can’t wait love :) 

even just through just a text message, he had some bizarre supernatural effect on you, and soon you’ll be spending a whole evening with him. all because of your little mutt. how crazy. 

word count: 776

requests: open!

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[harrrystyles-writing]

Little Secret - Parte 3

Parte 1 | Parte 2

Sinopse: Nas férias de verão, um convidado inesperado faz você se divertir bem mais do que imaginava.

Emparelhamento: Melhor amigo do pai! Harry x Leitora. (Harry está na casa dos 40 anos e Leitora 20 e poucos)

Aviso: +18, conteúdo explícito (se não gosta por favor não leia)

(Foto feita por tai)

Seu corpo jazia sob os lençóis macios e limpos do quarto. O brilho do sol lhe arrancou um suspiro triste, sabia que esse dia chegaria e se pegou desejando que voltasse a primeira vez que viu Styles passando pelas portas duplas do hall de entrada. Continuou encarando o teto na medida que os minutos passavam, ponderando se levantava ou continuava lamentando a despedida que ainda nem chegou a conhecer.

Enquanto isso.

O homem alto, de cabelos cacheados e roupas escuras, encarava a mesa do café da manhã com uma expressão pensativa enquanto remexia os ovos pela décima vez. Já fazia alguns minutos que havia se juntado à mesa com os membros da família, faltando apenas você do lado oposto onde Harry descansava. Ele soltou um suspiro descontente com a imagem da cadeira vazia. Ele pouco falava, pouco interagia com qualquer um, somente falava quando era necessário ou alguém lhe perguntava algo. Sabia que a noite passada que teve com você seria a última, talvez.

O destino tem uma forma bonita de brincar com sentimentos. Mesmo que Harry e você não se encontrarem fora dali, Styles sabia que aproveitou ao máximo cada segundo ao seu lado.

" Teve uma péssima noite de sono, Harry?" perguntou seu pai.

" Não, muito pelo contrário, tive uma bela noite de sono." O homem disse, passando suas mãos pelo rosto, os anéis brilhando através da luz ofuscante do sol. " Hoje será um dia agitado para nós que logo estaremos partindo, mas pensando e ir logo depois do café."

" Você pode esperar até a noite, Sr. Styles? " A sua mãe sorriu, pegando a geléia de morango e passando suavemente com a faca sobre o pão." Para um último passeio a cidade o que acha?"

Você desceu as escadas trajando uma camisola curta de seda branca, não usava nada nos pés além de uma corrente de prata com pedras coloridas adornando o tornozelo esquerdo. As unhas pintadas de preto. Os cabelos soltos deslizando alguns fios contra os ombros levemente bronzeados. O pai levantou-se recebendo você de braços bem abertos, lhe dando beijos no topo de sua cabeça, ao que sua mãe lhe envolveu em um abraço logo depois que seu pai a soltou.

" Todos tiveram uma boa noite de sono?" você cantarolou sorrindo ao pegar uma fatia de torrada próxima à mão de Harry.

A mesa cobria uma boa parte de sua cintura para baixo, os dedos de Styles faziam um pequeno trabalho ao começar a acariciar com delicadeza sua coxa, os movimentos lentos, incapturávelaos olhos alheios.

" Pelo jeito, Harry não teve. " Sua mãe disse.

" Sério? " Você sorriu ao olhá-lo, se afastando e deixando a mão dele recair de sua pele. " Sinto muito por isso, mas eu estou ótima. "

Harry ergueu as sobrancelhas e soltou uma risada baixa.

" Eu posso garantir que tive uma boa noite de sono, s/n, mas muito obrigado pela informação. " Disse Harry, bebendo de seu suco. " Estou um rabujento porque logo estaremos indo e sentirei falta de todos vocês. " Falou as últimas palavras olhando para você. "Mas depois do café eu partirei, é melhor ir agora para não atrapalhar vocês."

" Papai" você se virou, sentada ao lado de seu pai, cantarolou sorrindo e com as mãos unidas em frente ao peito, quase como uma súplica, implorou. " Harry pode ficar mais um pouco, olha como ele tá tristinho." terminou de forma eufórica.

A sua mãe riu com os lábios pintados de um vermelho quase vinho, colocando a palma da mão quente na coxa de seu pai.

"Se ele escolher ir, eu não posso fazer nada."

"Por favor, papai, você é o melhor amigo dele o convença." Implorou com um biquinho.

" Quem resiste a essa carinha? Hm? " Disse seu pai, acariciando com o polegar sua bochecha. "Harry pela nossa amizade, fique até de noite e volte conosco."

"Tudo bem." Ele suspirou brincalhão

concordando com seu pai.

Você deu uma piscadela discreta para Harry.

" Pronto para algumas horas a mais, Sr. Styles? " Você perguntou, dando uma pequena mordida num pequeno morango e uma piscadela discreta para Harry.

" Mal posso esperar."

Depois de uma tarde toda aproveitando o calor da Itália na piscina, você estava cansada e sonolenta, apenas esperando o momento certo para fazer a despedida de Styles valer a pena. Seus pais iriam sair para curtir sua última noite na cidade que você educadamente recusou com uma desculpa tão ruim que pensou que mal acreditariam, mas funcionou e logo a casa ficaria unicamente para você e Harry mais uma vez.

Quando os passos no corredor se fizeram presente, você se levantou em um sobressalto e correu até a porta e a abrindo com um solavanco quase rude demais.

Styles ergueu as sobrancelhas e sorriu.

" Eles já saíram?! "Você indagou, puxando-o até que ele estivesse dentro de seu quarto.

Encostou as costas dele na porta para que ninguém conseguisse abrir e começou a erguer o vestido de verão que usava. A calcinha preta fio dental da Versace enrolou-se até seus tornozelos e assim a calcinha foi parar em seu indicador, girando e se aproximando a passos curtos até o homem mais velho à sua frente. Ele lhe puxou pela cintura e deslizou a mão na sua coxa e deu um leve apertão, mantendo a outra mão por dentro de suas madeixas ao puxar com força para trás. Você gemeu, mordendo os lábios. "Apenas me responda."

" Eles ainda estão lá embaixo. "

Você respirou fundo e se afastou dos braços do homem, abaixando o vestido com suavidade. A calcinha que antes estava em sua mão fora para dentro do bolso da calça dele. Quando você viu que Harry não te seguia, você se apoiou com as duas mãos na parede e separou as nádegas, um lindo plug vermelho em formato de coração estava enterrado bem ao fundo de seu bubum, apenas para mostrar o que esperaria por Styles.

Uma despedida e tanto, Harry pensou.

"Me encontre aqui depois que eles se forem."

" Porra… Com toda certeza, garotinha."

Você estava cansada de esperar seus pais saírem de casa, meio sonolenta enquanto lia algum livro para se distrair, acabara pegando no sono.

Seu corpo esbelto jazia numa bagunça de lençóis limpos e cheirosos. O farfalhar de seus pés se movimentando conforme tentava mudar a posição foram impedidos por duas gravatas amarradas em torno de seus tornozelos. Ainda meio sonolenta, você tentou puxar os pés para cima ou até mesmo dobrar os joelhos, resultando em um resmungo descontente do homem sentado à sua frente. Você manteve os pés firmes plantados na cama e separou os joelhos até encontrar Harry entre suas pernas. Fechando os olhos com força, você pendeu a cabeça para trás e soltou um gemido baixo com a forma como Harry estava a olhando, desinteressado e com o maxilar travado.

Trajando apenas uma camisa de botões com os três primeiros botões abertos. Ele parecia ter saído do catálogo da revista da Vogue, a gravata teria sido usada se ele não tivesse usado para amarrar seus pulsos acima da cabeça e tornozelos, alguns minutos atrás.—Quando ele entrou em seu quarto e a viu dormindo lembrava uma pintura renascentista de traços delicados, ele não aguentaria esperar por sua surpresa, então com cautela tirou o vestido de verão que usava, o resto do trabalho você já tinha feito por ele não usando sutiã e dando sua calcinha de presente, que se encontrava ainda em seu bolso, a amarração foi um pouco mais difícil com cada resgungos fofinhos que dava, mas valeu a pena.

Os três primeiros botões da camisa de Harry davam uma visão perfeita de sua tatuagem reluzindo na luz que vinha do lado de fora da janela. Ele ainda estava impecável, os cachos perfeitamente arrumados.

Okay… ele estava arrumado para ir embora. Essa seria a despedida?

O barulho do corpo de Harry na poltrona despertou você dos pensamentos. Ele estava agindo como um deus sentado àquela poltrona de couro preta, transformando você em uma garotinha pequena diante a postura intacta. Agora ele era um gigante e você uma pequena indefesa garotinha que acabou perdendo o controle de toda a situação. Você achava injusto que Harry não conseguisse expressar nenhum sentimento, nem menos contraia o corpo. Enquanto você se contorcia na cama apenas pelo simples fato de ter Harry a olhando como se você não valesse nada.

A luz da cidade iluminava apenas um lado do rosto e corpo de Harry e ele não ousaria acender a luz apenas porque achava que você ficava melhor sobre a pouca iluminação do brilho das estrelas e postes de rua. Seu coração batia freneticamente enquanto seu indicador com um anel de pedra vermelha, brincava com a borda do copo de uísque. Harry esfregou a mão livre na coxa coberta pela calça, impaciência expressada através de sua feição. Ele se levantou passando as mãos por seu cacho que logo se desfez ao seu toque, ele ainda segurava o copo quando passou a mão livre em sua coxa exposta, sentindo a textura da pele com a loção hidratante apertando com carinho, ouvindo você suspirar.

" Shiu." Ele segredou um sussurro.

Observando o efeito que sua voz acabara causando em você. Você afundou na cama e seus tornozelos se afastaram mais um pouco, proporcionando a visão de sua boceta ficando cada vez mais molhadinha e Harry parou na frente da cama e bebericou o álcool saboreando o fogo lhe consumindo aos poucos. Dentro do aperto da calça, Harry sentiu o pau pulsando com a visão do plug vermelho em saindo e entrando, você já estava excitada e Harry nem havia começado.Seus dedos se curvaram com a visão de Harry parado à sua frente, uma mão no bolso enquanto apertava a sua calcinha e a outra saboreava o líquido sem muita pressa. O olhar de Styles por si só era o suficiente para excitá-la, apenas ter ele assistindo como se você fosse a única pessoa existente no mundo a deixava derretendo por dentro. Você gemeu alto quando os dedos de Harry empurraram o plug mais a fundo, gemendo mais ainda quando lhe acertou um tapa ardido na coxa.

"Querida, shiu…" Harry sorriu quando você curvou as costas e as retirou do colchão, assim fazendo suas pernas se arreganhar um pouco mais. " Porra, olha como você já está molhadinha."

O pênis de Styles se contraiu com a visão molhada e bagunçada de você, manchando a própria calça com pré semem. Ele umedeceu o lábio inferior quando deslizou as mãos para seus quadris, acariciando com delicadeza. Você ergueu a cabeça sobre o toque, buscando com o olhar as íris que tanto lhe acalmava. Você precisava de Harry e mal podia aguentar por isso.

Você suspirou com o líquido gelado sendo derramado dentro de seu umbigo sendo recolhido através da língua de Harry, bebendo como um gatinho, lambendo e mordiscando a pele de seu abdômen que se contraia a cada lambida. Você tentou puxar os pulsos para manter a cabeça de Harry parada, mas foi impedida mais uma vez.

Harry continuava sugando todo o líquido de seu corpo enquanto ele passava a mão no zíper de sua calça, apertando com tanta força que você conseguia sentir através de seu olhar cauteloso. Seus seios, prontamente duros para que Harry o levassem a boca, foi notado pelo olhar malicioso dele e assim o polegar começou acariciar os bicos sensíveis, puxando-os e os mantendo acesos. A sua respiração já se encontrava uma bagunça de gemidos sôfregos e irregulares, sua boca aberta clamando por um homem que era um deus, talvez algo mais elevado que isso. Você deixou a cabeça afundar no travesseiro verde, Harry começou a traçar a língua seguindo de seu umbigo até seu mamilo esquerdo, não tardando ao abocanhar com força fazendo você dobrar os joelhos.

"Meu Deus." Você gemeu, seu bumbum se contraindo para abrigar o plug. "Harry?"

" Hm? " Ele circulou a língua com maestria, mantendo o bico molhado, sabendo exatamente que foram feitos apenas para sua boca. Ele resmungou quando você gemeu e fechou os olhos. "Mantenha-os abertos, garotinha, quero ver o que você está sentindo." Seu tom era rouco, fazendo com que sua boceta continuasse se molhando a cada estimulada.

" Prometo ficar quietinha…" Você gritou com a mordida e o puxão dos dentes de Styles sobre seu bico. " Apenas meus pulsos, me solte. "

O arrepio de prazer percorreu suas espinhas quando seus olhares se encontraram. Harry parecia majestoso ao se sentar próximo aos seus seios, levantando uma sobrancelha e traçando o polegar na linha de seu lábio inferior antes de afundar no calor úmido e quente de sua boca, movimentando o dedo conforme sua cabeça se movia ao contrário. A mão livre de Harry mantendo seu corpo parado através do pescoço, como um fantoche com suas cordas emboladas sobre os dedos. Resmungando e choramingando, Harry tirou o polegar de sua boca e curvou-se para soltar seus pulsos, beijando-os com delicadeza, notando para ver se não havia os machucados.Você fechou os olhos com alívio e arqueou as costas com os tapas de Styles sendo desferidos em sua boceta, uma atrás da outra sem que a machucasse, apenas a provocando.

E puta merda estava levando você à loucura...

Quando suas mãos tentaram parar a ação de Harry, ele as manteve paradas acima de sua cabeça apenas com uma das mãos. Ele circulou seu clitóris sensível, admirando os dedos molhados conforme o seu pouco orgasmo se aproximava, seus dedos escorregaram para dentro e você gemeu alto e manhosamente, o nome Harry sendo ouvido por qualquer um que estivesse passando pelo corredor.

Os dedos ficando cada vez mais encharcados e fáceis de entrar, deslizando para dentro e para fora com tanta facilidade que seu pênis se repuxou dentro da calça. Harry girou o pulso e alcançou o ponto importante que faria você liberar seu orgasmo. Suas pernas estavam abertas, no entanto, elas tentaram se fechar e suas coxas tremeram ao que o orgasmo começou a ser liberado. O que você conseguiu ver foi apenas o sorriso de Harry em borrões, as lágrimas distorcendo a imagem de forma tão linda.Mesmo no escuro, a protuberância entre as pernas era nítida. Harry ainda continuava o vai e vem de seu pulso, seus três dedos mergulhando no esguicho do orgasmo intenso enquanto você lutava para fazer ele parar. O suor banhando ambos os rostos e corpos. Você mantinha os olhos bem fechados enquanto respirava fundo, lágrimas molhando seu rosto até a clavícula.

Harry se afastou e se acomodou na poltrona, novamente. Os braços descansando no estofado, ele estendeu a mão molhada em frente ao rosto e lambeu seu gozo, olhando novamente para a palma para verificar se havia limpando direitinho. Sua barriga se contraiu ao pender a cabeça para frente, buscando pelo olhar de Styles. Você ainda tremia e mal conseguia mexer as mãos para afastar a bagunça de cabelos do rosto. Um sussurro rasgado saiu de sua garganta, mas tudo que Harry fez foi ignorar, fingindo que não a ouviu. A cama estava ensopada, o que a fazia ficar um pouco incomodada. Você passou as mãos devagar na sensibilidade de sua boceta e choramingou com um franzir de rosto. Você sentia vontade de liberar um choro sem motivo, apenas querendo chorar porque Harry a fez gozar muito bem e com tamanha facilidade. Você o chamou mais uma vez, observando Harry enchendo outro copo de uísque. Você estremeceu com a visão embaçada de Harry por culpa das lágrimas, notando as coxas delineadas e o pênis bem desenhado, você mordeu o lábio inferior e uma lágrima escapou de seus olhos.

Você franziu a testa quando viu o quão obsceno sua boceta se encontrava, a umidade viscosa contrastando-se com o transparente de seu esguicho. Você enfiou a mão para o meio das pernas e enfiou os dois dedos, enfiando cada vez mais a fundo para tentar sentir o mesmo efeito que era ter os dedos de Styles dentro de si, mas nada parecia surtir o mesmo efeito que as mãos de Harry, novamente você choramingou.

Gemendo dolorosamente por culpa do orgasmo, empurrou os dedos em uma sequência lenta de vai e vem, girando o pulso algumas vezes. Você sabia que estava sendo julgada, sendo observada como um leão observa suas presas.Uma onda de calor a envolveu rapidamente. Você curvou os dedos e buscou a aprovação de Harry, observou Styles voltando a atenção a seu corpo. Você queria Harry tanto como ar em seus pulmões; os olhos do mais velho permaneceram possessivamente nos lábios separados de sua boceta e depois seguiram até suas íris. Ele apertou as bolas com força, incomodado com aquele aperto, antes de soltar. Harry levantou-se novamente e arrastou os dedos para cima de sua panturrilha, seguindo até os joelhos, subindo até alcançar o pulso, deixando apenas suaves toques. Tudo o que ele recebeu foi um sorriso trêmulo, fazendo você se sentir numa nuvem flutuante, como se estivesse dopada. Você queria ver os olhos verdes de Harry, mas não conseguia abri-los. Você sentia os toques e a queimação que cada um lhe proporcionava, porém, era difícil manter os olhos abertos quando seus dedos trabalhavam adjuntos aos de Harry em sua pele.

" Harry." Choramingou em resposta, deitando a bochecha na palma dele e se esfregando como um gatinho atrás de carinho. "Por favor, por favor."

As narinas de Styles se dilataram com as suas palavras saindo como gemidos manhosos. E então, Harry agarrou seu queixo e ergueu sua cabeça para cima, fazendo-a sorrir quase como se estivesse distraída demais para perceber que já havia feito isso uma vez. Parecia um sonho quando a voz de Styles preencheu o quarto em um sussurro.

" Baby." O som fazia seus olhos se abrirem, mas não completamente.

É a mesma sensação de estar chapada. Os olhos pesados demais para se manterem abertos. Sobrecarregada demais para fazer muito mais do que gemer fracamente. Você parou os movimentos de seus dedos, retirando-os e notando que Harry estava em seu campo de visão com um olhar coberto de prazer.A cama afundou ao seu lado, seguido por dedos acariciando a parte interna de sua coxa. Você relaxou as pernas e manteve os olhos nos de Harry, confirmando com a cabeça. O quê? Você não sabia.As mãos de Styles agarraram seus tornozelos os puxaram para baixo em um movimento rápido, seus quadris giraram alinhando-se sob roupa dele. Sua cabeça pendeu para trás quando Harry afastou os cabelos molhados para fora de seu rosto. Você puxou a nuca de Styles e aproximou seus rostos, mergulhando a língua quente dentro da boca dele com tanto afoito que Harry arfou dentro da sua, mantendo o ritmo que você tanto desejava. Você resmungou um gemido manhoso e Harry a afastou com beijos nas bochechas, secando as lágrimas com os lábios.

"Amor, estou aqui." Disse ele, acariciando os seus cabelos. "Quer descansar?"

"Harry." Você beijou a parte debaixo do queixo dele, balançando seu quadril na protuberância. "Não."

"Tão insaciável, sempre atrás de mais, uma garotinha tão gulosa." Harry respondeu, descendo os beijos para o pescoço e mordiscando entre o pescoço e a clavícula. "Acabei estragando sua surpresa de despedida, amor?" Ele murmurou contra a pele suada de sua clavícula. " Eu teria adorado, mas quis surpreendê-la." Ele selou a boca sobre a sua e segurou o inferior entre os dentes. Você gemeu em resposta, cruzando os braços em volta do pescoço de Harry.

"Estragou? " Você sorriu fraco, esfregando o nariz contra o dele e passando o indicador no bigode que você tanto amava. " Você me deu o melhor orgasmo de toda a minha vida." Você gemeu altamente com a palma aberta de Harry acertando uma bochecha de sua bunda, apertando entre os dedos com tanta força que seus quadris se ergueram. "O melhor…" Sussurrou próximo à boca dele, mordendo o lábio inferior e corando um pouco, olhando nos olhos de Harry com um biquinho manhoso.

Quando ele sorriu e beijou o cantinho de sua boca, você sentiu como se pudesse explodir em felicidade. Você fechou os olhos com o polegar de Harry formando um carinho caloroso em sua bochecha, e então, você puxou o polegar dele em sua boca. Girou a língua em torno do polegar grosso e chupou, formando um vinco oco com as bochechas vazias.

" Tá gostoso, baby?" Seu rosto estava quente, a queimação tomando conta de todo seu corpo.Sua boceta se esfregando lentamente contra a região do zíper, sentindo o pau delicioso lutando para se manter preso ali. "Minha garotinha gulosa, está me deixando orgulhoso." Harry disse, esfregando o polegar molhado na sua bochecha.

Você gemeu quando Harry juntou seus quadris em uma fricção grosseira. "Me deixou tão duro apenas de imaginar como seria você sentada em meu pau com esse plug enterradinho." Harry falou, afastando suas pernas com as coxas e erguendo os quadris enquanto continuava se esfregando, arrancando suspiros e soluços com a pressão do pênis contra a sua boceta. Você podia ouvir os próprios gemidos se misturando com a voz áspera de Harry. "Porra, você é a garota mais linda que eu já vi." Ele espalmou suas duas coxas ao mesmo tempo, você gemeu de prazer e arqueou as costas em busca de mais, Harry girou a língua na sua auréola sensível e sugou o bico mamando enquanto simulava penetração.

De repente, você sentiu um vazio. A cama fez um farfalhar do corpo de Styles se levantando e depois das gravatas se soltando de seus tornozelos. Você suspirou, mas quando fez menção de fechar as pernas, Harry os prendeu os tornozelos nas palmas.

" Mantenha-se aberta. Se você voltar a fechar essas pernas, vamos ter uma punição muito severa. Entendeu?"

" Quero você me comendo de quatro. " A mão de Harry passeou até a parte de trás de seu pescoço, os dedos enrolando-se em torno e você entendeu ao se pôr de quatro, a bunda pendendo para fora da cama. Styles pressionou a palma aberta no meio de suas costas fazendo você virar o rosto para lhe encarar, a mão dele caminhou para seu rosto e o pressionou contra o colchão, voltando a olhar pro plug.

" Você fica mais linda ainda de quatro, garotinha." Ele separou a bunda para os lados e cuspiu na entrada de trás, observando o líquido espesso desenhar o caminho até sua boceta. O plug vermelho lutando para se manter enquanto a entrada se contraia. "Tão linda e toda babada, esperando que eu a foda do jeito que você merece, gostaria que você pudesse ver." Disse Harry. Ele colocou as mãos sobre a curva de sua bunda e apertou antes de chacoalhar. A respiração pairando sobre suas costas, esfriando em sua pele suada.

Harry enfiou o plug quando o viu escorregando e o girou várias vezes para fazer você gemer em sequências repetitivas e depois ele puxou para fora

" Engole tudo para mim, minha garotinha linda." Ordenou-a e você sugou o polegar para dentro da boca, chupando enquanto choramingava. Você a se abrir e se fechar em torno do nada, sentindo falta de algo lhe preenchendo. "Cabeça erguida, s/n." Harry pediu. Você obedeceu imediatamente abriu-os quando viu a sombra da mão de Styles segurando o plug a sua frente.

" Vai me deixar provar meu gosto? " Você não esperou uma resposta, envolvendo a boca no metal gelado com um gosto de lubrificante. Você lambeu ao redor simulando como se fosse no pau de Styles. Os olhos manhosos e chorosos sobre os de Harry que são tão duros e pesados de tesão.

"Boa menina." Harry disse, em seguida, empurrou sua cabeça de volta para o travesseiro.

Você sentiu o rosto queimando de vergonha, de repente agradecendo por ter o rosto afundado no travesseiro.

" Gosto de ser sua boa menina. " Você falou, beijando o pulso de Styles.

"Minha garotinha. " Harry se afastou e começou a se desfazer das peças de roupas, jogando-as na poltrona. Você o procurou por cima do ombro esquerdo, ganhando um empurrão da palma de Harry contra sua bochecha. "Aproveitando que seus pais estão longe, quero que grite o quanto quiser, querida. Porque eu só paro de te foder quando você começar a perder a voz. "

Você engasgou quando Harry enfiou o plug em sua bunda e girou seguido de vários vai e vem em ritmos desregulados. Você empurrou os quadris para trás e sentiu o pênis de Styles se alinhando a boceta encharcada e depois os dois dedos na entrada traseira que ardia ao acomodar a grossura do brinquedo e dos dedos, ao mesmo tempo.

Você gritou quando Harry formou uma pressão abaixo de seu umbigo apenas para sentir o quão longe seu pau se encontrava enterrado em sua boceta, se surpreendendo quando sentiu o relevo grosso indo e voltando lentamente. Ele alinhou seus quadris e bombeando a pélvis com extrema força, chacoalhando o seu corpo para frente ao que seus movimentos eram ao contrário. Você rebolou em resposta e engasgou mordendo a fronha do travesseiro, seu grito sendo abafado.Harry negou com a cabeça, rosto franzido com o calor da boceta e da entrada lhe apertando o pau e os dedos. Suas bolas cheinhas chacoalhando e acertando suas nádegas, causando um barulho gostoso no quarto. Styles não gostou da sua atitude de abafar os gritos, então sua mão agarrou os cabelos alheios em um rabo de cavalo e os puxou para cima, mantendo você nos próprios joelhos.

Harry chupou o lóbulo de sua orelha e sussurrou: "O que eu disse, baby? " Empurrou a pélvis mais uma vez, vendo você se manter no ritmo em que as estocadas começaram com mais sequência.

Os seus gritos começaram, a cabeça pendendo nos ombros suados de Styles, suas nádegas escondendo a protuberância enquanto sua boceta engolia todo o seu pau. Harry fechou os olhos com força e gemeu com a boceta lhe apertando, a sua xotinha molhando seu pênis conforme entrava e saia em ritmos constantes e rápidos.Todo seu corpo sacudida a cada impulso, seu orgasmo se aproximando fazia sua barriga se contorcer em agonia. Harry ergueu uma de suas pernas e a girou sobre a cama. Em puro reflexo, você enrolou a mão nos cachos suados de Harry e os puxou, mantendo a boca dele colada à sua. Os gritos não foram abafados pela boca de Styles, muito pelo contrário, Harry manteve o rosto franzido enquanto a observava gemendo sem parar.

Você sabia que Harry estava quase lá, por isso você apertou o pau de Styles dentro de si e girou os quadris da maneira que conseguia, prendendo as pernas ao redor da cintura dele, enquanto as costas de Harry viraram uma bagunça de arranhões sem fim. A curvatura de seu pescoço transformou-se em um abrigo para o rosto do mais velho. Você suspirava, engasgava, gemia, gritava e revirava os olhos, não conseguia controlar as emoções que estava sentindo.Harry se inclinou sobre você, acariciando a sua bochecha antes de conectar suas bocas. Ambos respirando com dificuldades para conseguir manter os beijos, apenas selando seus lábios com as investidas de Harry se tornando ritmos calmos. Era muito apertado o calor de ambos, o coração de Harry palpitava rapidamente a cada descida de sua bunda, você envolveu os braços ao redor do pescoço dele e o segurou com força. Styles olhou para baixo e assistiu a sua boceta engolindo cada centímetro de pau, as mãos dele se apoiaram na sua garganta e as apertaram ali, sabendo que o orgasmo intenso de ambos viriam a seguir.

Harry a manteve parada através da garganta, observando o pau sendo expulso pelo esguicho de sua boceta. Ele empurrou novamente fazendo seu corpo sacudir, bombeando um pouco antes de retirar e socar tudo de uma vez só. Ouvindo quando você começou a chorar e a soluçar. E Harry penetrou e permaneceu parado formando uma pressão gostosa, enchendo você com gozo. Harry liberou você do aperto, resultando em suas costas arqueadas, boca entreaberta e a pressão das coxas na base de sua coluna. Ele se moveu e você gritou de prazer, a tornando uma bagunça de gemidos manhosos.

Harry caiu de lado, trazendo você para o colo. Você o montou tão bem que ele fechou os olhos, você começou a cavalgar devagarinho, cansada demais para agir rápido, circulando a cabeça do pau com o centro da boceta, essa posição permitindo que seu clitóris fosse estimulado ao mesmo tempo. Você gemia sequências de: “Harry, amor, Styles, meu deus”, com a cabeça pendida para trás, os cabelos moldando as costas, ele estava adorando ver seus seios saltando na frente de seus olhos.

Ele pegou um punhado de seu cabelo forçando-a olhá-lo nos olhos, Harry grunhiu quando a sua boceta pulsava enquanto ele começou a encher de porra quente escorrendo nas partes internas das coxas. Styles aparentava estar com os olhos lacrimejantes ao manter você parada ainda em cima dele. Você desmontou de seu colo, preocupada, manteve a mão próximo ao peito de Harry, onde ficava o coração e a palma quente dele envolveu a sua, levando até a boca e a beijando. O mundo parecia fora de área agora, provavelmente por um tempo. Levantando, pegou uma garrafa de água no andar debaixo e correu novamente até o quarto, levando a garrafa até a boca de Styles. Esperando ele terminar de beber antes de entrar em seu campo de visão.

" Oi." sussurrou.

" Oi, baby" Harry sorriu fracamente, escovando seus cabelos para trás e a fazendo cair sentada em seu colo. " Quero que saiba que você me montou tão bem que eu saí de órbita." Harry riu e você o acompanhou, deitando a cabeça no ombro arranhado.

" E você me fodeu tão bem, que eu quase disse eu te amo. "

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Golden

Summary: Harry invites y/n to where they're filming his Golden music video and things get steamy

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, semi public sex, fingering, unprotected sex, fluffy filth

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

HS1 HARRY

I look around, still in the most absolute awe about where Harry brought me.

Amalfi Coast in Italy.

It's absolutely beautiful, but I gotta say, there's just one things that absolutely tops it.

And that's Harry.

I rest my chin in my hands as I watch Harry lean up against some rocks for some photos. His arms are crossed and he's wearing this adorable yellow hat with floral print pants.

He looks amazing. Tanned and tattooed. The sun gleaming on him at just the right angles, fuck.

He gets me so turned on without even trying, and he knows it too.

He glances over at me and smirks slightly. He gives me a thumbs up and tilts his head. I nod and smile, giving him a thumbs up back.

He smiles and goes back to looking at the camera, glancing over at me every once and a while.

Eventually, they wrap up the photo session, and Harry walks over to me, "Hey."

"Hey." I stand up and look up at him, "How was your shoot?"

He smiles and shrugs, "Good." He holds his hand out, "I want to show you something."

I take his hand, "Okay." I smile and look down at my hand in his, "Where are we going?"

He looks over at me and smiles, "Just come on."

Harry never let's go of my hand once the whole time we talk to where he's taking me.

"Here we are." He motions, "This was one of the spots I shot my video at and the whole time.." he chuckles slightly, "I kept thinking about bringing you here."

I smile and I can feel my cheeks getting red, "Oh, wow. It's.." I look out at the gorgeous colored water, "It's beautiful." He steps in front of me, "I knew you'd like it."

I look up at him and he cups my cheeks, "Thank you for coming with me."

I lay a hand on his, "I wouldn't have missed this for anything."

He leans in and gently presses his lips to mine, "Want to go for a swim?"

I nod, "Yes."

He takes off his pants, surprisingly having short on underneath, "Smart." I say with a laugh as I lift my tank top over my head.

His eyes flicker over my body and up to my eyes, "Yeah, well, with shooting here and there. I just-" He laughs, "I guess it was smart."

I kick my shorts off and cross my arms over my stomach, my insecurities getting the best of me. Harry walks over and gently touches my arms with his hands, "You don't ever have to cover up around me."

He kisses my forehead and gently pulls my arms away, "You're absolutely stunning, love."

I let my arms drop and I smile shyly, "Thank you." I whisper quietly.

He tilts my chin up and kisses my lips, "Are you afraid of heights?"

I tilt my head, "Huh?"

"Have you ever been cliff jumping?" He continues to stare at me and I slowly shake my head, "No."

"Do you want to?"

I nod my head, trying my best to not show how scared shitless I just got.

He tilts his head, "Are you sure? We do-"

I cut him off, "No I want to." I laugh slightly, "I've always wanted to." He kisses my head and grabs my hand, "Well only go to the small jump first."

He leads me up the path to the first cliff and I slowly look over, "This is a small jump?"

He laughs slightly and shrugs, "Yeah, I guess so."

I take a deep breathe and grip his hand tighter, "Can you jump with me?" He nods and pulls me close to him, "Of course I can. Whenever you're ready, y/n."

I close my eyes and take a deep breathe again, "Okay."

"When we jump, keep your legs straight, okay?" He walks me up to the edge and interlocks his fingers with mine, "You can do it! I'll be right there with you."

I smile and nod, "One, two, three, jump. Okay?"

"Okay. You count off."

I start to count and next thing I know I'm in the air, going down to the water. I let out a scream and hold my breathe before we hit the water.

I start to panic because i let go of Harry's hand and now I can't find him.

I come up to the surface and calm down, spinning in circles looking for Harry.

He swims up behind me and wraps and arm around my waist, "Hey. Hey. I'm right here."

I spin around and wrap my arms around his neck, "That was.. exhilarating." I laugh, "I can't believe I did that."

He smiles at me, "You sure did, come on let's go to the more shallow end." He swims us over to the rocks and stands up, the water just below his shoulders.

"Thank you for making me do that." I swim closer to him, "I wouldn't have done that if you weren't with me."

He smiles and holds his arm out, "You did it." I walk over to him and he lifts me off the ground, his arm tight around my waist.

I bite my lip and gently trace his tattoos on his arm, "You know.." I look up at him and he slowly looks over at me, "What?"

"We could.. go back to the hotel.. and you can help me relieve all the sexual frustration you caused me today."

"Sexual frustration?" He smirks, "I was just-"

"Exactly." I glance up at him and slowly slide my hand across his chest, "Seeing you.. be you.. it's enough for me t-"

He pushes his lips against mine, kissing me with passion. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

He slides a hand down between our bodies and slips it into my suit bottoms, his finger toys with my clit and I gasp against his lips.

He walks us up and sets me down. He lays his pants out for me to lay on, "Here so the rocks don't scratch your back."

I smile and lean up to kiss him. I sit down and he leans down, slowly laying me back as he moves above me, "That okay?"

I nod and cup his face, "Perfect."

He bites his lip and his hand goes back down to slip inside my suit bottoms, sliding his two fingers up and down my slit.

I bite my lip and close my eyes, moaning as he slips them inside. I arch my back and grip his arm as he slowly pumps them in and out, "That feel good?" He asks lowly.

I open my eyes and nod, "Yes." I breathe out, "So good."

He leans down and kisses my neck, I search for the hand of his shorts and untie them. I slip my hand in and gently squeeze his cock.

Quiet groans escape Harry's lips, "Fuck."

I gasp and clench around his fingers, "H-Harry."

He nods, "Go ahead, baby."

I cum around his fingers and dig my heels into the rock below me, "Shit."

He takes his fingers out and brings them up to my lips. Before he says anything, I wrap my lips around them and he watches in awe.

He pulls them out and reaches down to slip my bottoms off. I take my hand from his shorts and lift myself up slightly. He sets them aside and takes his shorts off, getting back on top of me

"I don't have anything, do you still want to?" He asks looking at me.

I nod, "It'll be okay." I smile, "I trust you."

He nods and positions himself. He moans as he slides inside of me. I gasp and dig my nails into his arm, "Fuck, Harry."

He leans down and kisses me as he thrusts slowly, "You feel so good." He whispers, "You look so beautiful."

I smile and bite my lip as I wrap and arm around his neck, enjoying every second of how good Harry makes me feel.

Our lips move in sync as he slides his cock in and out, in and out.

We share moans and gasps and I whimper as I can feel him fucking me to my orgasm. I moan and tangle my fingers in his hair.

He moans as I tug, "Shit, y/n."

I clench around him and I let out a loud moan. His thrust become slower before he pulls out, releasing onto my stomach.

He pants and shakes his head, "Fuck."

I lay there, trying to calm myself down as my chest rapidly rises and falls.

Sex with Harry is always great, but that, that was more.

"Here, you can just use these." He picks up the other pant leg and gently wipes my stomach off. I grab him before he goes to pull away and I press my lips against his, "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For loving me the way you do."

He smiles and brushes hair from my face, "You don't have to thank me for that." He kisses me and hands me my bottoms, "Let's go back to the hotel."

He winks and I smile, knowing that it's going to be a long, but love filled night.

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