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162 notes - Posted May 20, 2022

Kneel

Okay so, this took a while and i am embarrassed lol. I had this fic finished for a while and then tumblr went dumb on me and wouldn’t let me post it. Well, better late than never, right? Happy New Year everyone.

Warning: NSFW, use of sex toy, language, smut, and unedited

I present to you subrry

Word count: 1.8k

The two of you were in your bedroom and you had Harry bound with silk scarves. You had him positioned on his knees facing the headboard. His wrists were bound to his ankles. Every time he would try to move his arms, his feet would follow.

You picked up the bottle of oil from the warmer. Uncapping it, you squeezed some onto the plug. It was medium-sized, a size you and Harry were comfortable with. You particularly liked it because the jewel at the bottom matched your eye color. And you loved watching it twinkle while you worked Harry.

“You ready baby?”

A moan rumbles from his chest, “please.” He whines.

Crawling onto the bed, once you were behind him you took your oily fingers, you lube his hole gently. Just enough to tease him. You take his plug and let it run along his cleft before it catches, then you slowly start to push it in.

A deep moan vibrates from his chest, damping your panties considerably.

“Safeword.” You demand.

“Apricot,” he breathes, arching back to take more of his toy in.

With little force, you give him what he wants. Climbing off the bed, you take a moment to admire the man on display in front of you. His back curved beautifully, his tan skin a sharp contrast to the pearl white sheets under him.

You reach behind your back to unclasp your bra hooks. You let the lace fabric slide down your arms and onto the carpeted floor.

You walk around the bed and come face to face with Harry. His jade green eyes follow you as you climb onto the bed. You kneel in front of him, gently cupping his cheeks. “You going to be a good boy for me?”

He can’t help but whimper. “Yes,” he mumbles. “I’ll be good.”

A satisfied smile graces your face as you move to stand on the mattress. You move that way Harry’s body is between your legs. You thread your fingers through his curly hair and bring his face close to your cunt. “Eat,” you order.

A moan rumbles from him, before he dives right in. His tongue traces your vulva before he dips in. You grind down onto his face and your head is thrown back in pleasure. Harry tips his head further back and wraps his lips around your clit. Your eyes move to the mirror that is attached to your closet door. A moan rips from your throat, the woman in the mirror looks desirable, beautiful, who knows what she wants. And there, between her legs, is a man kneeling between her legs pleasing her the way he wants.

Harry’s lips lock around your clit and suck hard. You can feel the tightness in your lower belly coiling. You watch yourself through the mirror, as you ride Harry’s face. Your fingers start to tug on his long curls, as you push closer to your climax. Your head drops down as you near the edge and look into Harry’s eyes. You could see the lust swimming his eyes. “Oh! Fuck!”

Your eyes roll back as your thighs tighten. Harry’s moans vibrate against your cunt, prolonging your orgasm. When you come down from your high, you take a step back from Harry and drop down onto your knees.

You wrap your hands around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. You groan as you taste yourself on his tongue. You pull on his lower lip with your teeth. “Did so good for me.” You say against his lips. Your hands slowly trail down his chest to his navel. “You ready for me, baby?”

His chest rises and falls as he pants, “God, yes. Please, please!”

With a sly smile, you move your hand and cup his cock. “So nice and hard for me, aren’t you darling.”

Harry’s eyes flutter closed and his glistening mouth hangs open. His hips try to thrust upward. He struggles with his silk binds as you move your second hand to cup his sac. “You get to come when I say so, okay.”

“Y-yes.” Harry shudders.

“Good.” You lean in and press your lips to his neck. You pump his cock in a slow rhythm as you suck on his pulse. A shudder runs up his spine and a deep moan fills the room.

One hand leaves him, to go further down. You feel the jewel of the buttplug against your fingerprint. Wrapping your hand around it, you give it a twist.

Harry’s head drops back and he cries out in pleasure. His muscles bunch up as he tries to thrust up into your fist. You give the toy a tug as you continue to work him. You feel his member pulsing in your hand. Giving the plug one more twist, you pull your hands away from him.

“Oh God, please!” Harry begs.

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254 notes - Posted January 3, 2022

Don't Blame Me for Falling - pt. 2

sorry for the delay! something came up and I was away from my laptop all day.

Part One

word count: 6.8K

warnings: smut, cursing, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it people), and somewhat exhibitionism

Y/N had texted Annie the moment the cab dropped her off at the main entrance of the hotel. She figured that she would be the soberest out of the group and would be able to meet up with her and get her up to the room. But to her surprise, all four girls came pouring out through the lobby to where she stood by the grove of palm trees.

Jessica eyed her critically, and Y/N struggled to keep a straight face. It only took seconds, before Jessica’s hazel eyes glinted and she grinned.

“Holy Shit, way to go bitch! You already bagged your vay-cay fling!”

“What?” Y/N tried. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Jessica elbowed Marie in the ribs. “Look at her face. She can say whatever she wants, but her face doesn’t lie! You look freshly fucked, babe. Spill the details! Did you get your Mile-High card punched?”

“Jesus, Jessica, let her get her stuff into the room,” Ameena interjected. “Then we can get her to spill all her secrets over margaritas.”

It didn't take long for Y/N to drop off her suitcase and bag in their suite, which already looks like a tornado swept through… twice. She ignored the taunts through the bathroom door while she stripped and changed into her bikini. After a half-assed job of slathering herself with sunscreen, she let her friends lead the way to the pool, where they had claimed a cabana earlier in the morning.

“Talk!” Jessica commanded once they ordered their first round of margaritas.

Y/N lowered her sunglasses and rolled her shoulders back as she sank back against the plush chaise lounge. “I didn’t fuck anyone,” she started, raising her hand in protest when Jessica, immediately called bullshit. “But yeah, I might have met a guy on the plane.”

She licked the rim of the glass and took a long sip of her marg, relishing the sting of the tequila as it mingled with the salt on her tongue. Then she continued to describe her entire flight, with Jessica, Ameena, Annie, and Marie hanging onto every word.

“You have to do it Y/N! You have to go to him!” Delly exclaimed as soon as Y/N finished telling about the searing kiss Harry planted on her just outside the gate.

Jessica slurped her margarita noisily. “You’ve been handed a gift on a silver platter!”

Y/N glared at all her friends, “You guys really were serious about that stupid pact?”

The whole idea of their retreat had been born while they were lounging around the living room in their off-campus house on a Tuesday night, drinking and chatting. Marie had been out of sorts, having been dumped by her longtime boyfriend the week earlier, when Jessica had gotten the brilliant idea that they all go to Cancun. And then she raised the stakes by suggesting that, with the exception of Annie, who had gotten engaged over Christmas, she, Marie, Ameena, and Y/N should all have a fling while in Mexico. Marie had eagerly agreed and eventually, with persuasion Ameena and Y/N hadn’t dismissed the possibility. But Y/N hadn’t fully agreed to the idea if she was being honest.

She had never been one for casual sex. She wasn’t one of those girls who needed every sexual experience to be candlelight and soft music and rose petals, but she was fairly picky when it came to whom she went out with. She didn’t feel the need to waste her time; once she realized she wasn’t compatible with a guy, she didn’t need to go out with them again. And up until today, when she met Harry, she had never had such an instant attraction to a man to the point where she would ever consider a one-night stand. She’s only slept with two guys (and fooled around with a couple of others). She had sex a grand total of eleven times, which was less than Jessica’s entire tally of sexual partners.

“Of course we’re serious!” Jessica scoffed. “Marie has been working on the cabana boy since ten this morning.”

Y/N frowned. “I just don’t… I mean… isn’t that kind of using him?”

Annie brought her brows together. “Well… wouldn’t you be using each other? It’s not like he’s asking you to marry you, Y/N. He wants you. He wants to fuck you, and feel good for a few days, to forget about that see-you-next-Tuesday who broke his heart… it’s a fling he wants too!”

Y/N ran her finger along the rim and brought it to her mouth, sucking the salty tip thoughtfully. Annie had a point. A very good point. Harry wasn’t looking for something serious. She was as much a means to an end for him as he was for her. She needed to stop overanalyzing the way that Harry proposed their potential hookup. He was drunk. He said sweet things, that made her feel special, but the bottom line was his motives were just as self-serving as hers.

And that kiss… a man who could stir such desire in her from one - okay two - passionate kisses… God, she couldn’t imagine how the sex might be.

“But I just got here… you guys won’t be mad at me for going off…” Y/N pressed her lips together. She slurped what was left of her marg and glanced around at her friends. “I mean, he said he wanted me to spend the whole time I’m here with him… are you guys okay with that?”

“Go grab your suitcase and get the hell out of here!” Ameena cried.

“Are you sure-?”

“Go!” they all yelled in unison.

Y/N exhaled, said bye to her friends, and headed back up to the room to change. She considered leaving her bikini on for a moment, but she opted for the sexiest underwear she packed and threw a sundress over it. Spying Ameena’s cosmetics bag open on the bathroom counter, she grabbed a tube of Ameena’s expensive lops gloss, smeared it on her fingertip, and applied it to her lips.

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261 notes - Posted April 17, 2022

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611 notes - Posted April 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Sleepy girls

~unedited~

no warnings, just plain and simple fluff, and husbandrry and dadrry

Harry came home after spending the morning at the studio, he had a quick meeting with Jeff in regards to the album he is preparing to release in the next few months.

It was around lunchtime, when he walked into the house. He was expecting to hear his daughter babbling as Jiya preps lunch for the bab. But the house was silent. His daughter, Veera, had just learned how to walk, creating as much havoc as possible. She particularly enjoys making her mum and dad chase after her.

He drops his car keys in the key bowl by the garage door, and slid his shoes off. Calling out his wife's name, Harry went to search for the two girls.

As he turned the corner into the living room, he sees his wife laying on the yoga mat in the sunshine that is streaming from the sliding doors that lead to the backyard. Next to her was a smaller yoga mat laid out. Harry got it for Veera because she would often join him when he would meditate in the morning or join Jiya when she would do her stretches.

Jiya had started yoga when she was pregnant with Veera, to help with the back pain the additional weight caused. Her dark hair is in a messy braid and she is wearing some biker shorts and one of his old shirts. And on her back was his one-year-old daughter. Her chubby cheek was smooshed against her mumma's back. Veera's curly black hair was an unkempt mess. She probably wasn't in the mood to let her mum brush it out this morning. Her fist clenched the shirt and her legs were on the sides of Jiya's body, hugging her ribcage. Jiya's head rests against the back of her hands, and her ankles were crossed. Her black rose and fell deeply, telling Harry that they have been asleep on the floor for some time.

The sight made Harry pause. A wave of contentment washed over him as he observed his girls sleep in the natural warmth the sun provided. Turning on his heel, Harry treks to his office and pulls out his camera. Walking back to the living room, Harry takes the time to take a couple of pictures of his wife and baby.

Leaving them be, Harry moves to the kitchen to start lunch, he knows when his girls wake from their nap, they are going to be hungry.

It was around when he was halfway done with the meal he was preparing, that Harry felt a tiny body collide with his legs. Veera's chunky arms wrapped around his knee, her head tilted up to look at her dadda. "Hi princess. Sleep good?"

Her cheek rubbed against his trousers as she nodded her head. Harry dropped his hand to the top of her head and attempted to push her curls back and out of her face. With a grouchy look, she lifts her hand and rearranges her hair to her liking. With a light laugh, Harry bends down and picks her up. Resting her head on his shoulder, she quietly watches Harry finish making lunch. It's just a few minutes later he hears Jiya walk into the kitchen.

"Smells good, baby." Jiya whispers, as she comes up to him and presses up against his side. Pushing up on her toes, she presses a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Hmm... sleep well?"

"Backs a little sore with Princess here sleeping on it." she admits with a chuckle.

With a hum, Harry looks at his quiet daughter. She's a bit like Jiya when she first wakes up from sleep. Cuddly and quiet. Turning is attention back to his wife, with a suggestive tone, Harry promises, "Give you a nice massage later tonight, how's that?"

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okay so for a while I've wanted to write a desi character x harry fic, mainly for representation (bc I can't find many) and because I wanted to. anyways this idea randomly struck my mind. I had another concept that I've tried to write but it never worked out the way I wanted it to so maybe this is where i can start it

anyways, please let me know what you think. reblog and like :)

p.s. for those of you interested Veera means 'warrior princess' (which is why Harry calls her 'princess' for short and if I end up continuing this series, I'll touch more on that )

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masterlist // more of harry and jiya

967 notes - Posted April 29, 2022

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