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sweetestthang · 8 months
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“Styles is teddy bears on your teenage bed, perfect handwriting on thank you cards, picked flowers on Sunday morning, puppies running on fresh-cut grass, Grandma's favorite homemade cake.” ⚘️
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there's something so special about harry at a studio
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stylesnews · 10 months
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Harry Styles • Fine Line • Harry’s House 
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no because i have had this thought since this years met and i NEED to tell someone
imagine like influencer!reader who is doing interviews at the met (kinda like emma chamberlain) and she’s like a very known fan of harry (and was very open ab having a crush on harry online because she was so sure this man would never see it) and she interviews him and is lowk nervous because….. he’s harry styles and maybe he somehow (definitely) KNOWS. she has a massive crush on him and just
basically that!!! so if you could could you write something w that? i’ve had the idea for months it was driving me crazy
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Summary: Everyone knows Y/N has a crush on Harry. But she didn't expect him to know about it too. She could have never imagined things to unfold this way...
Warnings: Y/N has a very obvious crush on harry, fangirling ig???, Harry is a tease, suggestive language, anxious Y/N, oh Harry is also a huge flirt, kind of a fast pace way to a one night stand (no graphic description)
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A/N: Gosh, I love that idea!! Influencer!Y/N x Harry is one of my favourite dynamics ever. This turned out way longer than planned but I hope you still have fun with it!
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The Met Gala was the event of the year. For everyone. Not only for her. But for her it meant so much more. It was her first opportunity to make the jump from being a simple Influencer to being a real presence in the world of fame and celebrities. Of course, she wasn't just seeking fame and attention, but more possibilities. Open up new ways of life for herself and–
There was a light tap on her shoulder. She turned around in an instant, looking at a familiar PR manager she had talked to a few weeks ahead of the gala.
"I'm so glad you could make it. We were really blown away by the podcast you did and we're excited to see how the interviews on the red carpet will turn out," the blonde woman said, giving her a soft smile. She was wearing a tight black dress, a clipboard in hand, but the blush on her cheeks, combined with the small beads of sweat on her forehead, were the only things telling of today's pressure on her.
Y/N could understand. She had paced up and down in her hotel room earlier today, changing her outfit three times and making sure every little strand of her hair would be in place perfectly. Today was not for imperfections. Today was a step into the future – hopefully.
"I need to thank you for inviting me. This opportunity is really one of a kind and–"
"I'm so sorry, dear," the manager interrupted her as she fumbled around in her small Valentino bag, following the ringing of her phone. "No problem," Y/N replied, giving her a reluctant smile.
She could hear the camera shutters go off in the distance, probably due to the arrival of the first guests. Her palms were growing sweaty. She was getting closer to her "big" moments. Soon, she would be talking to all these famous people, ones she had always looked up to, others she had admired for years.
"It's time to go," the manager said quickly, pushing Y/N into the direction of the carpet. The camera man followed close behind, probably being on her tail the entire day. A microphone was pushed into her hand as well as she stepped out onto the long red carpet, hundreds of photographers waiting on the sides. Their lenses were focused on the few celebrities already on the carpet.
Ryan Reynolds was one of them which made her feel giddy inside already.
But the real surprise came around the corner just a moment later. Flashing lights were going off left and right as he appeared in his lace outfit. It was way more see-through than she could have handled in any other situation.
Harry Styles looked stunning.
Her grip around the microphone became tighter as she watched him pose in front of the cameras, earring dangling on his sides, his hair styled perfectly.
A part of her wanted to rush over immediately. Ask him a million questions and record all of it. Because when would she ever be face to face with the Harry Styles again?
Another part of her, a much stronger one, felt the urge to run backstage and escape this moment. She was way too afraid to embarrass herself in front of her biggest celebrity crush. The worst thing was – everyone knew she had this huge crush on Harry for years. She was quite open when it came to talking with her community about people she thought of as attractive or had a crush on. But she was also usually a thousand miles away from said crushes. It had always been a quiet admiring through her phone screen and giggles exchanged with friends over dinner.
Harry wouldn't know this, of course, but it surely didn't make the situation easier for her.
He seemed to be a walking reminder of what people knew about her and testing her own awkwardness in the process.
Before she could turn around and make her escape to probably lock herself in the bathroom as to not embarrass herself in any way – because that would truly be a tragedy in front of him – he was already right in front of her.
There was the charming, witty smile he was giving his fans or interviewers all the time. His eyes looked a deeper shade of green as she was standing right in front of him. Of course, she had looked at a thousand pictures of him over the last few years, but nothing came close to this moment. Maybe it was the heat that was rushing into her face or maybe the overwhelming urge to present herself from her best side – but it was all so different than she had ever imagined.
Y/N took a long breath. She needed to focus. Or else millions of people would see her shocked expression all over Instagram, Twitter and National TV. So she did what she always did best. Entertain.
She turned towards the camera. "Harry Styles just joined us at the Met Gala!" She said excitedly and none of it was part of her acting. Genuine excitement was bubbling uncontrollably in her belly.
Then she turned back around and shook Harry's hand. It was enough to make her legs wobble for a moment, but she was a grown woman and she would stay calm. On the outside at least.
"Nice to meet you, Y/N."
He knew her name? How did he know her name?
Something had to be wrong. She tried hard to stop herself from pinching her arm in an attempt to wake up from this dream or nightmare – whatever you wanna call it.
"You're looking amazing tonight. Do you mind telling us more about what you're wearing?" She smiled and held the microphone into his direction.
Harry gave her an enthusiastic nod and then started to talk all about the designer of his outfit and how it was composed. She listened carefully, bound to his lips as she had been so many times before through the screen.
He continued to keep eye contact with her, continuously making her nervous. It wasn't his fault. She just wasn't prepared to get any attention at all from him.
"Thank you so much. Are you looking forward to tonight's after show party?" She had so many more questions to ask. About his music. Even about his favourite food. But none of that was expected of her right now and she didn't want to lose herself in the admiration she had kept for that man for so long.
"Definitely. Will you be there too?" Harry tilted his head to the side, slightly – a small sign of curiosity.
The thoughts in her head stopped for a moment. Was he really asking her...? He was just making friendly conversation. Nothing more. The slight smirk in his face was nothing. Nothing to think more about.
"Probably. Maybe we can share a drink if we see each other?" She could feel her palms growing more and more sweaty. Was this really not just a dream?
"That will be on me. See you later then." Then he shook her hand again and she prayed that he wouldn't feel how sweaty she had become. How her nerves were running wild inside her body.
"See you later."
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Her face felt like it was on fire just a few hours later. She was looking at herself in the mirror, her hair having turned messy and her eyes almost screaming the truth at everyone.
She was nervous and out of her mind.
The music outside was loud. Giggles and laughter echoed over into the bathroom whenever the door opened and a new woman came in. She had seen so many celebrities today that she had lost count. Some of them asked her if she was alright, if she needed help with her make-up, while others just continued on with their day.
When she was alone for a brief moment, she took a deep breath. "It's gonna be alright," she muttered under her breath before she pushed herself off the sink and went back into the crowded room.
The bar was illuminated with purple lights and that's where she was headed. On her way there, she could see him following her in the corner of her vision.
This was really happening.
"What would you like to drink?" His voice was deep, but loud enough for her to make out his words in the packed room. A shiver ran down her spine when she felt his arm brush hers as he made his way to her side.
Harry leaned against the counter casually, his outfit catching her interest immediately. He had changed into a white shirt with a huge red bow at the front.
And he still looked as good as earlier.
"A Martini is just fine," she answered with a smile, pushing herself to sit on the barstool. Harry ordered two drinks for them, before he sat down on the chair next to her.
"You're enjoying yourself?" His voice was laced with curiosity once more, his hand resting on the bar. She had a hard time not taking a closer look at the rings adorning his fingers.
"Oh yeah, a lot. What about you?"
"The evening is about to get a lot better now that I finally found you," he admitted with a low chuckle and accepted the drinks from the bartender when he came back over.
Y/N could feel her head spinning. What did she do to get all this attention from him? Did he know what he was doing to her? Did he know about her crush on him?
"Those are some pretty heavy words if you acknowledge the fact that we have never met before today," she replied, a simple attempt to cool down herself and ground them both in reality again. Or more so herself.
"That's true, but I like to make people happy."
She almost choked on her drink. He had to know something. How would he know that talking to her would make her day?
Knowing that Harry Styles had probably seen a video of her made her feel even more dizzy.
She needed to loosen up. This would be her only chance at spending an evening with her favourite singer and long-time celebrity crush. Another sip from the Martini as a way to gather some liquid courage as quickly as possible.
"Me too. I hope talking to me makes you just as happy as it makes me," she answered with a smile, gathering all the confidence she had.
Harry's lovely smile as he took a sip from his straw was all she needed as confirmation. Maybe she was in for a good time if she came out of her shell and was able to push her anxiety to the back of her mind.
"It definitely does. I've seen your video on 2010's fashion just a few days ago. It was a really good watch."
She couldn't hold back her huge smile. Harry had seen her videos and liked them. That was more than she had ever hoped for. More than she had ever allowed herself to dream about!
“Oh my god, that means a lot to me, I-“
“I’m so glad you didn’t include my too tight skinny jeans in there, actually. That would have been embarrassing,” Harry joked casually, his eyes wandering from her hands to her mouth and then her eyes.
While his eyes were filled with joy and curiosity, his gaze still seemed to keep her trapped under his spell. There was something undeniably charming and menacing about Harry Styles.
She had known it all along, but seeing it in real life, actually being under said spell, was a different experience entirely.
"I believe they still looked decent," she admitted with a small shrug, taking another sip from her drink.
"You certainly don't look decent tonight. That can only be described as stunning."
She was so taken aback by the compliment that she was close to spitting out her drink. Her hand wrapped tighter around her glass and she was thrown into a spiral of nerves and anxiety. Was Harry Styles straight up flirting with her? He definitely was and she had no idea how to act.
"Have you looked at yours-"
"I don't need to look at myself if I can look at something better." His voice had grown deeper and he moved closer ever so slightly.
She was at a loss for words now. Where was this going?
But she quickly decided that she liked it, despite her initial anxiety.
So Y/N took a step closer as well, her fingers brushing past Harry's as she was setting down her drink on the counter.
"You're really a flirt," she whispered, wondering if he had even heard her over the loud music.
But his eyes seemed fixed on her lips, a smirk resting on his own.
"As you have suspected in a video or two..."
It sent a shiver straight down her spine to get more and more confirmation that he had been watching her stuff. He knew exactly what he was doing to her and she wanted to let him do whatever he wanted.
This was what she had been waiting for.
"Maybe you can prove a bit more of my assumptions right?" She replied, fingers brushing over his forearm, under his sleeve and feeling the soft skin. She wanted to see him without the top. She wanted to finally see that naked chest up close, take a look at every little line of his tattoos and count them all.
"Why would we waste any more time then?" He grinned, his right hand coming up to wrap around her wrist slowly. He took her hand away from his skin, intertwining their fingers slowly before he slid off his chair.
They left their drinks unfinished.
But there was more important business to get to.
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poptartnrvn · 3 months
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Harry Styles in Don't Worry Darling.
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mulledcherrywine · 9 months
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Summer in Italy - IG Concept
summary: y/n is a florist from London, with a very small following and spends a summer in Italy with harry 🤭
this is my first ig concept so any feedback/kind words is vv appreciated 🫶🫶
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harryflorals Harry and y/n in Italy earlier today!
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harrystan100 OH ?
harrysleftshoe the way i called this two weeks ago when they were first spotted-
watermelonsugarpaper she’s too cool for him
adoreyouuuharry do y’all just hate this man or what?
harryedwards00 why r u acting like yk her
harrystan88 fr !!
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yourinstagram brb i’m cancelling my flight home
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yourbestfriend Y/NNNN. COME HOME. I MISS U.
yourinstagram i miss u too ma cherie :,)
mitchrowland glad to see my diagram struck a chord with you.
yourinstagram ur just so wise, mitchell
harrystyles you make it so much sunnier here
harrystyles i love youuuuuu
yourinstagram i love you moreeeee
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harrystyles Venice. 2023.
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paulithepsm 💜
harrysscherries FUCK
harrystan1001 ☠️☠️
medicineharry so real
harry_lambert my favourite barbie and ken dolls to dress up ✨💗🌈
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harryflorals More of Harry and Y/n in Italy last night!
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harrystannn i can’t do this today harryflorals
dontyoucallhimbaby i love them idc
watermelonhighhh right ? ppl are so negative
harrysshousee oh he’s marrying her 100%
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emmasincenewyrk · 1 year
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if there’s one thing about harry it’s that he’s gonna be adorable from every single angle
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serenestyles · 5 months
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Pick me up.
Warnings- alcohol consumption, pet names and that's it really. Please let me know if I missed anything.
Summary- You and Harry haven't seen each other in a while, you're both head over heels for each other but neither of you will acknowledge it. You give him a call and he picks you up on his way home.
A/N- This is based on the unreleased song 'Pick me up' because its been stuck in my head for absolutely ages. This took me forever to write, I don't know why. I'm British so we use 'realised' instead of 'realized' etc. This piece is absolutely awful in my opinion but, nevertheless. I hope you enjoy :)
Feel free to send me any asks!🩷
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You sighed as you scrolled through your contacts on your phone, desperately trying to find his name. You and Harry hadn’t seen much of each other in the past few weeks. God, it was nearly a month. You were swamped with work and found yourself working late at the office almost every day. Harry was spending all of his time either in the studio, writing, at the gym or resting. He was exhausted from touring and you knew and respected that. 
You finally found his name in your contacts, Harry with a little pink flower emoji next to it. You smiled as you remembered the day you had changed his contact name to that. He had brought you some pretty pink tulips and taken you to the studio to play you demos of some songs that he had been working on (which had you smiling about it ear to ear for weeks). 
It was a Friday night and you had nothing better to do than lie on your bed and think about the man you so desperately wanted to be with. Your thumb hovered above his name. You contemplated pressing on it for a second until you finally took a deep breath and tapped it. You held the phone to your ear, listening to the first ring. You really weren’t too sure if he was going to pick up or not, you just laid there and hoped for the best. The second ring sounded through your ears, then the third and then the fourth. You were just about to lose hope until halfway through the fifth ring, you heard his voice.
“Hi sweetheart.” A smile graced your lips as a picture of him with his phone to his ear, leaning against the wall with a small smirk on his face popped into your thoughts. 
“Hi Harry. I’m sorry I haven’t called much recently. I’ve been rushed off my feet.” The feeling of guilt washed over your body.
“Don’t apologise. I'm always working, it’s a problem but I stopped as soon as I saw your name pop up on my phone.” Harry let out a breathy chuckle. “I wasn’t expecting a call but, uh, what are you doing right now?” He asked.
“In all honesty, I’m doing absolutely nothing. I was calling to see when you were next free. I’ve missed you.” The last party was said sheepishly compared to the rest of the sentence.
“I’ve missed you too, love. But lucky for you, I’ve just wrapped some things up in the studio so I’ll pick you up on the way home. You can stay at mine tonight.” Harry sounded certain on that and who were you to contradict? The last part of the phone call was a rush, you said something along the lines of ‘Okay, thank you. See you soon H.’ and then you both said your goodbyes. 
As soon as the line went dead, you jumped out of bed. You practically ran over to your wardrobe and pulled the doors open to find something to quickly throw on and grab some things to throw into your overnight bag. You didn’t have to worry about grabbing a toothbrush because you already kept one at Harry’s house. You settled for a pair of leggings and a grey slogan printed sweatshirt to wear since it was quite chilly outside. It was simple but it made you look cute. Harry had always said that you pulled off anything that you wore. 
You waited by the door for a text from Harry to tell you that he was outside. Your nerves had you tapping your foot and running your fingers through your hair. Why were you nervous? It wasn’t as if this was your first time going to Harry’s House. Your phone vibrated in your hand and his name lit up your phone screen. The text read ‘I’m outside. Ready when you are x’. You took one deep breath and walked outside. You saw his car and he turned his head to look at you. He smiled. You swore that you could faint any time you saw that smile. You locked your door and jogged down the steps in front of your house and towards his car. 
After shutting the passenger door and clipping your seat belt in, you felt the air become thicker. You two made small talk and spoke about things that had happened in the time that you hadn’t seen each other. It was then that you realised how seriously busy he had been. 
“You didn’t have to come and get me tonight you know. You could’ve told me how busy you were! I know I said I wanted to see you but I could’ve waited for a few days.” You felt awful. You wished he’d told you to wait until he actually had a free day and had at least taken time to give himself some rest. A smirk tugged at his mouth. “It was my choice to come and get you wasn’t it? It's been a while, that's okay though. Let's be honest, you called me and said you missed me. Of course I wanted to see you as soon as possible so I picked you up. Your house is basically on my way home anyway.” At that point, you questioned why you hadn’t made it official yet. You both so clearly wanted each other. 
You had both silently decided that you were each others after that night that you met. It had been casual for months since then. Neither of you had been with anyone else. You were basically together, you kept a toothbrush at his house, you would spend every night at one of your houses when you were both free and you would buy each other little gifts here and there but neither of you had actually made it official yet. You seriously wondered why but now wasn’t the time to bring it up.
Before long, you found yourself at the familiar door of Harry’s house. Excitement bubbled in your stomach at knowing that in moments you would finally be embraced by the home-y smell and feeling of his home that made you feel at ease instantly once again. 
As you walked in, you took your bag from off of your shoulder and placed it down. Harry walked into his kitchen and leant on the kitchen island, the open plan of his house still allowing him to see you putting your bag down and taking yourself over to him. 
You leant on your elbows at the opposite side of the island to him. You looked into his eyes. “Hi.” He said softly, his eyes creasing with a wide smile on his face. That smile. You were thankful that you were leaning on something that would hold your weight because your legs were honestly about to give out. That man made you so weak and he knew it. He just didn’t know to what extent. 
You two talked. About what? Literally anything and everything. Once Harry had cracked open a bottle of the red wine that he knew you especially liked, you two couldn’t stop chit-chatting. 
You started by reminiscing the times you had been out on little dates and how he had always brought you a bouquet of flowers when he showed up at your door to come and get you. Then the pair of you moved on to talk about all the random things that happened whilst you hadn’t seen each other. And then you let it slip that you’d had multiple fans ask you if you and Harry were a couple when you attended multiple of his shows. He didn’t really ask what you had said in response and had only just given you a smile sweeter than one you had seen all night whilst he let his gaze linger on you for longer than it usually did. From then on, you were too tipsy to recall most of what you had said.
The next thing you remembered was waking up the next morning in Harry’s bed with him. Your limbs were tangled around one another and he had you pulled against him in a tight hug. “Jesus.” you rasped. You saw Harry shift under you and heard him let out a breathy chuckle as you noticed the two nearly empty glasses of wine with the empty bottle of wine stood next to it on the bedside table. “We don’t need any more of that wine any time soon. We need water.” You stated matter-of-factly. When Harry opened his mouth to react, his phone started to vibrate. It wasn’t doing anything to help the great pounding in both of your heads. He frantically scrambled about to find the device whilst groaning at the ache that his entire body felt. “My mother’s calling.” He threw his head back as if he was in realisation of something. “Shit. It's Gemma’s birthday tomorrow and I forgot to pick up the cake that she ordered. I was meant to be there at ten” He swiped to answer Anne’s phone call and let himself fall back against the soft, plush pillows of his bed. You glanced at the clock on his bedside table. It was eleven o’clock already.
You raised yourself up slowly as Harry started speaking and decided to clear away the glasses and bottle of wine that the pair of you have left in the bedroom and tidy up any other mess you two had made throughout the night and into the early morning.
As you had finished cleaning the glasses that you had used and put them away, Harry emerged from his room. He looked unreal. You adored the sleepy smile on his face, the way his locks were all tousled and how his shirtless muscles flexed as he stretched his arms. He made his way over to you and started to speak in a sweet and audible mumble “I need to get ready and go m’love.” All he saw was how you looked over to him, poorly hiding the disappointment behind your eyes. He didn’t even need you to speak. He laced his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your head. “I know sweetheart. I know. I would rather spend most of the day here with you but I’ve got to go get that cake and then I’ve got a meeting at one and after that I’m going to Mum’s house.” You inhaled deeply and took in his scent. It puzzled you how he always smelt good. “When are you free again?” The sadness of your voice was slightly less prominent than you expected. However, you knew that he was a busy man and you were so grateful that he still made time for you. 
He unhooked his arms from you and stepped back so he could see you. “I don’t know, if I’m honest.” He sounded guilty and god, did you hate that. You looked up at him with a smile in an attempt to rid him of his tone. “That's okay. I understand. You’re a busy man H.” He looked down at you and his eyes lit up as if he had had an idea.
“Listen, I’m going to have an insane couple of weeks. I’ve got a load of shit to take care of but after I’ve finished it I’ll take a month off.” You went to protest but he silenced you before words left your mouth by placing both hands on your cheeks. “Don’t try and persuade me otherwise with your little ‘I’d feel awful’ thing. I want to take a month off and I want to spend every single day with you. Hell, I’ll take the rest of my days off if it means being with you” That man would be the death of you, you were sure of it. 
You met his eyes and yours lit up to match his. “Are you sure? You know how awful I’d feel and you’ll be swamped with so much shit to get done once you’ve had your time off.” You were so very clearly happy yet you still couldn’t stop yourself from rambling. Harry laughed. He fucking laughed. You stood there, mouth agape. “I was trying to warn you about how busy you’ll be when you get back to work, you dick.” He laughed again as he watched you shake your head and fight a smirk.
“I couldn’t care less about how busy I’ll be when I get back to work. I just want to spend time with you. I wasn’t laughing about you being concerned either, I just couldn’t help myself when you went on a rant. You are not going to convince me that this isn’t a good idea, okay?” You nodded in response with a massive grin like a Cheshire cat. 
You stood embracing each other for a few more minutes before you went and got a shower and Harry cleaned up the remains of the mess. The shower was refreshing and eased the pain in your head slightly. You changed into the clothes that you’d packed into your bag last night and made your way into the kitchen again. 
Harry had just headed for his shower. You sat yourself on one of the chairs situated around the island and patiently waited for him whilst checking your notifications that you’d missed. You’d had 12 texts from your best friend. Fuck. She definitely thought you were dead and you had some major explaining to do.
Harry emerged from his bedroom in a coral suit with a black button down underneath. Oh, he looked good. “Let me get you home angel.” He smirked before adding “You look good in that outfit y’know.” The blush that spread across your cheeks after was so prominent that you almost felt embarrassed. 
You gathered your things with his help and you both made your way to his car. You were almost disheartened to be going home, you craved more time with Harry but you knew that you didn’t have to wait too long until you had a month with him all to yourself. The drive was spent mostly in comfortable silence filled with the radio with the occasional little words between you .
The car came to a halt and you realised that you were home. You looked over to Harry. “Thank you Har, I’ve really missed you.” He beamed at you.“I’ve missed you too, I seriously have. I promise I’ll give you a call tonight.” He leant in to you and closed the gap between your mouths. It was a short peck yet was filled with emotion. You pulled back coyly. “Bye darling.” He beamed, once again. You said goodbye, grabbing your bag and exiting the car. You turned around and gave him a little wave. He returned it with a wink. You couldn’t comprehend how he kept getting more and more attractive to you as you spent more time with him. You unlocked your door as he drove off. When you entered your house, thoughts of him swam around your head.
You were utterly obsessed with him and you really didn’t know what to do about it.
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kiwikiwiandkiwi · 2 years
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Harry Styles (2017) • Fine Line (2019) • Harry’s House (2022)
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sweetestthang · 7 months
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Facial expressions 101 with Harry Styles : Part I
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hrrysmykisser · 8 months
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i want to go to Italy with him
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itsyagirlmeee · 8 months
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Harry reassuring Reader that he loves her and her body, even after a baby.
Hiiiii:) so it’s my first post, uhm pls help me improve and give som suggestions<3
- dad!harry x reader
- fluffy fluffy fluffy, little angst?, self esteem issues, nakedness?,
- As y/n is showering harry walked in and sees her looking at herself unsure of herself, he decides to join her and tell her how beautiful she is.
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you were about to start scrubbing your legs when you heard the bathroom door open making the breeze that followed in hit your naked skin. you peeked out of the shower curtains only to see harry stripping down, only in his boxers he hooks his fingers in his underwear slowly sliding them down his legs while you unknowingly admire his body.
"creep," you snap your head up at his voice. he’s standing there looking at you with his famous smirk, "ariel’s asleep, thought we were gonna watch the christmas movie you were talking about the other day?" you watch as he gets under the hot water, his hands coming up to push his hair out of his face as the hot water runs down it.
"well, i felt yucky after the diaper blowout but we’ll watch it when i’m done.”
your daughter ariel was only 18 weeks, 4 months if we’re talking non-mom-talk. harry and yourself were so happy and blessed to be able to create and grow your own family together.
but, only being 4 months postpartum you were of course, naturally a little insecure about yourself. your tits weren’t the same as they were over a year ago. they used to be bouncy, plump and sexy. now they’re just hanging, still plump, but it’s not the same as before. your tummy still had some extra skin and some swelling from your pregnancy, skin that used to be tighter and now just there, hanging.
harry could see you starting to get a little self conscious about yourself, understanding but also wanting you to know how beautiful and sexy you are to him.
“you look so fucking amazing.”
he’s walking towards you, stepping underneath the stream of hot water, too hot for his liking but he’s learned to deal with it for you. placing one hand on your waist and bringing you closer to him, so now your chest is up agains his. his hand going to caress your face, fingers in your hair and his thumb stroking gently on your cheek.
“you just say that because i’m your girlfriend.” looking into his eyes you can see his brows furrow and his lips pulling into a tiny smirk. both his hands now by your face, touching and stroking you gently. your hands go to his waist and chest, wanting to feel his warm embrace.
harry just continuing shaking his head with a small smile on us face. “what?” you say, laughing slightly at your smug boyfriend.
“i just don’t know how you don’t see how sexy you are.” closing his eyes and putting his forehead against yours, still slightly smiling. “you’re so fucking beautiful. i just wanna kiss you everywhere.” he said to you, giving your lips a little gentle kiss.
opening his eyes he sees you staring at him lovingly. “thank you baby.” you give him a little kiss back. “i love you.”
“i love you too, always.”
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Summary: Y/N and Harry are enjoying their beautiful honeymoon on Italy when he decides it's time to announce his new album, and she decides it's time for something else.
! | so, so smutty, like... we have eating out, SQUIRTING??? kinda exhibitionism, BIG BREEDING KINK, face sitting, male masturbation, and unprotected vaginal sex. aftercare too ofc!! they're in their honeymoon so please understand them 🙏🏻 also fluff aaand cursing.
W/N: not gonna lie to you, i don't like how this turned out but i hope you guys do :) the final smut part was inspired by this blurb. also i think i started writing this the same day harry announced the new album so keep that in mind while reading this. love uuu! ♡
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Of all the times Y/N has been lucky enough to come to Italy, this one feels the best. She doesn't know if it's the weather, the tranquillity or the fact that she's fucking married to the love of her life, but the Amalfi Coast has never looked more beautiful.
She's on the balcony, she doesn't know what time it is but from the bright moon in the sky she can tell it's already quite late. The summer dress she's wearing is blowing in the breeze, and if it weren't for the fact that the streets are empty and the balcony is quite high, then she'd probably be putting on a show she wouldn't want to.
She can hear Harry inside the apartment, he's just finishing changing out of the clothes he wore to dinner, they were lucky enough to only run into five fans who didn't take pictures of them.
It's their tenth day of their honeymoon. After getting married on the seventh, they waited an extra week and then sailed to the European country, and now they have until the end of March to enjoy it some more.
Her varied thoughts stop when she feels her husband sit down next to her on the small sofa and pull her onto his lap. All she can think about now is him, his scent, his face, his cheeks starting to go beardy from unwillingness to shave.
"Hi, wifey." He says, leaving a kiss on her cheek and Y/N tilts her head back letting a long laugh escape.
"Please don't call me that." She replies, settling herself on top of him and draping her arms around his neck.
He's leaning back against the backrest and is wearing blue shorts with a white t-shirt, he looks exquisite, and the tan only makes him more beautiful.
"You're okay?" he asks, stroking her face and tidying the windblown hair. "Baby?"
Y/N nods, and snuggles closer against him. "Yeah, yeah. Just... you know, admiring you."
Harry laughs, sliding his hands under her dress to caress those thighs that drives him so crazy. "I was talking to Jeff, he told me people are going crazy about the 'You Are Home' page."
She lets out a growl and hides her face in his neck. "As excited as I get, let's not talk about work, I still have to tidy the album photoshoot."
He smiles and grabs her by the hips to turn her around and leave her imprisoned beneath him on the couch, it's small, a little uncomfortable, but it's enough for what he has in mind.
He crouches down to kneel on the balcony tile, and takes one of his wife's legs and drapes it over his shoulder, beginning to leave kisses on the soft skin of her thighs.
Y/N sighs, leaning her head back knowing what is about to happen. They've done everything these past few weeks (and twelve years) but still can't get enough of each other, always being where the other is and eager for touch.
"Gonna let me?" He asks, opening his mouth to lick and bite the inside of her thighs, making her moan.
"Always."
He grins against her skin, licking and leaving marks beside the ones that were already rubbing off, Y/N lifts her hips and Harry pulls her panties off. If someone walked by on the street and decided to look up, they'd easily see them, but they kept going no matter what.
She pulls her dress up to her hips and he puts both hands on her knees, spreading her legs apart and revealing the centre that demanded attention, it was glistening in the moonlight thanks to the wetness that was already starting to build up, and the brunette man ducked his head to leave a lick all over her cavity.
"Harry." Y/N gasps, arching her back from the teasing licks. "Don't tease."
He laughs and the vibrations crash against his wife's clit, making her moan. He begins to lick it gently, wrapping it between his full lips to suck on it, it's addictive, everything about it drives him crazy.
Harry slides one hand over her hips, up her body until he reaches her jaw. He puts two fingers over her mouth, and Y/N opens it, slipping his fingers into her mouth to lick them completely.
"Yeah, keep going." He says from his knees, looking up with his green eyes dark with lust and because of the night. Y/N can't stand it, how after years and years he manages to turn her into a bundle of nerves and desperation to feel him against her, she's completely his, body and soul and it feels fucking good; to belong to Harry Styles and for him to belong to you.
The pleasure is too much, as he thrusts his two fingers inside her and with familiarity already scrapes her soft spot while his tongue and lips stimulate her clit. She's still moaning and panting on the balcony of the villa in Italy, and she's sure this is what heaven feels like.
Harry moans against her, moving his face from side to side and Y/N arches her back, feeling her nipples rub against the fabric and adding to her pleasure.
"You're so good." He murmurs, lifting his face from between her legs to look into her eyes as his fingers move in and out of her rapidly. "Letting me eat your sweet cunt whenever I want. Such a perfect wife."
The words echo in her head, and they only make the pressure in her lower belly increase as she feels the orgasm even closer. This time it feels different, she doesn't know if it's because the situation they're in makes her so hot, or if it's simply because of him. But she feels like her next orgasm is gonna be very strong, and she has an idea what it's about.
"H." She says, shaken. "I– I think m'gonna squirt."
Harry grins, speeding up the movements of both his tongue and fingers. The last time Y/N squirted was quite a few years ago, and he still remembers when she did it for the first time and how he went even crazier for her.
His fingers move frantically and touch her G-spot, making her open her mouth to let out a silent scream as she arches her back, cuming.
She cums on his face and fingers, and he wastes no time in savouring his wife's climax contentedly, he can feel his cock in his shorts but he doesn't care about him now.
Y/N comes undone under him, she keeps moaning because of the overstimulation and her eyes are closed as she tries to recover from the wild orgasm she just had. Harry licks the inside of her thighs, cleaning up any debris that might've been there, and stands up from the floor to take her in his arms, carrying her inside.
"Feeling a'right, m'soul?" he asks, ducking his head down to see her face resting on his shoulder.
Y/N hums, snuggling against him until they reach the bathroom, and he sits her on the toilet to turn on the shower and start regulating the water. She has her eyes closed and tries to wipe out the ringing in her ears, she can feel herself start to recover and she stands up to pull the dress out of her body.
Harry turns around to find her naked, he laughs while checking her out. She reaches over to him to pull his shirt off, he lifts his arms and lets himself be undressed by his wife. His wife.
Steam begins to cover the room and they both step into the shower, he carefully helping her thanks to her shaky legs, and begins to put shampoo in his hand so he can wash her hair.
Y/N smiles happily with her eyes closed, enjoying the moment of silence and peace with her love and wishing their honeymoon would never end. She's the luckiest woman in the world, and she doesn't want anyone to burst the dreamy bubble they are both living in.
She can hear Harry murmuring one of his new songs, and her heart beats desperately in her chest as she feels him close to her. She loves him, loves him with all her soul and being and heart and fucking everything.
She opens her eyes, watching him bite his bottom lip concentrating on washing her hair well and keeping the suds off her face. And she says:
"I love you."
Harry's hands stop at the back of her neck, he blushes wildly though he'd rather say it's from the hot water crashing against his face. "I love yeh too, so much." He replies, bringing his face close to hers to kiss her as his hands caress her scalp.
They kiss two or three more times until they have to continue bathing so as not to waste the water, the green-eyed one cleans her while whispering words of praise, and she strokes his brown locks that he's thankfully letting grow.
They both dry off and dress in silence, enjoying the ambient noise of Italy. Harry's putting cream in his hair when he can see Y/N through the mirror drying her face, he's seen her a thousand ways, but he still feels numb with the happiness of seeing her so domestic.
He curls up in bed, pulling the blankets up to his chin. "Close the window, please." He asks, and his wife does so and then runs to crawl under the blankets beside him.
Y/N lets out little whimpers at how cold she is and quickly snuggles against Harry, tucking her icy feet between her husband's legs, making him shiver.
"Remind me again why I married you?" He growls, but still squeezes his legs together so she doesn't get cold.
"Because I've been putting up with you for twelve years and because m'sex is the best." She answers, draping a leg over his waist and tucking her head into his neck to inhale his scent.
"Technically I can't know if your sex is the best, since it's the only sex I've ever had." He replies, looking up at the dark ceiling, and Y/N pinches his belly.
"And it will be like that forever, Styles." She murmurs, sighing. "Now, sleep."
"I wouldn't have it any other way, Styles."
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Harry wakes up, it's 23 of March, and he can feel the sun against his face and his wife curled up next to him. It's today.
He knows it's today, and Y/N knows it's today too, so he rolls onto his side to approach her and begin to wake her up by brushing away the locks that prohibit him from seeing her angelic face.
She wrinkles her nose and opens one eye, watching him until she decides to open the other and he smiles, moving closer to her to leave kisses on her neck, cheek, and lips.
"Good morning." He murmurs against her chest. "It's today."
"What?" She asks, not even knowing what day is.
"I'm announcing the new album today."
That finishes waking her up and she quickly lifts her head to get a better look at him. It's true, it is today. Today is the last day of the Fine Line era, today millions and millions of people are going to freak out, and Y/N can still remember the day he told her the news.
Harry's sweeping while Y/N makes the bed. The Fleetwood Mac vinyl that is so important to them is playing ambiently and is the only thing that can be heard in the big house, she's quiet and can't see him, but she can feel something eating away at her cute boyfriend's mind.
When she hears him sigh for the third time, she drops the blanket and turns to look at him; he's not even sweeping, now he's just staring at the dust on the floor.
"Give me that." She reaches over and takes the broom from him, leaning it against the wall. "What's wrong?"
He looks at her hesitantly, but still says it. "I... we already have a release date and album name."
She's thankful she's had a good breakfast, otherwise her blood pressure would be through the floor by now. She can't believe what she's hearing and quickly asks what it is before doubt continues to flood her body.
"May 20." He says, eyes downcast and cheeks flushed. "Harry's House."
Y/N's eyes are brimming with tears and she has to hold a hand to her chest. It's perfect, maybe not something she expected, but the name makes up all the songs she was lucky enough to hear before anyone else, songs for her.
Harry hesitantly steps closer, placing a hand on her hip to pull her closer to his body and she quickly wraps him in an embrace that shows all the pride, longing and love she's feeling at that moment.
"I... I wasn't really sure about the title, but I feel like they're very personal songs and I'm kind of letting them into m'home, into my heart." He speaks, breaking away to look at his love in the eyes, he strokes her cheeks with his thumbs. "Those songs are my house, but you, you are home."
If she wasn't crying before she's definitely crying now, she kisses him, then murmurs against his lips. "I love you– Harry, I have no words..."
"It's alright, it's alright." He laughs, leaving a peck on her lips. "Jus' want you to know that everything I do is for you."
"Shit, can't believe it's already today." She sighs in amazement.
"Me neither, they're about to post it on Instagram." Harry replies. You can tell he's completely nervous, so Y/N lies on his chest and kisses his neck. At the same time, his cellphone rings.
"It's posted." reads Jeff's message, and the couple freezes.
Only the sounds of birds chirping can be heard outside, Y/N and Harry stare at each other in silence, until she takes the initiative and speaks first.
"They're gonna love it, curly." She says, stroking his cheek illuminated by the sun streaming through the balcony. "They're songs written for me after all."
He guffaws and turns her around, trapping her against his body and the sheets. "C'mon, I wanna go out."
The two of them get ready in between shoving, groping and chatting about the new album, Harry tells her that the video they shot together for 'As It Was' is coming out the first of April, and Y/N pans a little.
"I hope they don't mind me being in the video." She says, now both are already walking the streets of Italy.
Harry has an arm around her shoulders, and through his dark glasses he can see someone taking a picture of them. "Please, I think they love you more than me."
She laughs, squeezing his waist and they both walk into the quiet little café. It's their last day of their honeymoon, her husband has to go back to rehearsal for Coachella and do press conferences for both Harry's House and As It Was. She's not angry about having to leave, she was already starting to miss her crazy but somehow normal life.
They both drink their coffees in silence, Y/N takes pictures of the green-eyed boy from time to time and he does the same with her, putting them in his "Babyyy" photo album where thousands (not to say millions) of pictures of her in any situation can be found.
They've done everything these days, they've gone boating, they've gone to the nicest restaurants for dinner, they've walked under the moon, they've gone to every secret corner of this village and now all they want to do is enjoy each other.
"Let's go back." She says when they both have already paid the bill and are about to leave the establishment.
"Yeah?" Harry asks, opening the door for her and then walking through, putting a hand on her waist to leave. "Why?"
"I just wanna be with you."
They both walk towards the house looking at the windows of the small markets there are. Some have baby clothes, and Harry feels a unique sensation every time he sees them. Y/N has something in her head spinning and he can tell but decides to wait until they are alone so he can ask her.
She walks in first and he closes the door behind him, he's about to ask but her lips against his erase any kind of doubt he might have. Y/N kisses him desperately, squeezing his arms and pinning him against the wall.
He lets his wife savour his lips for a while longer, until he takes the initiative and pulls their mouths apart. "What's on your mind, baby?" he asks, agitated.
Y/N looks down at the floor, suddenly all the security and confidence she'd built up disappears and she squeezes the fabric of Harry's t-shirt between her hands. "I..."
"Honey, talk to me." He murmurs, caressing her hips. "I can't give you what you want unless you talk to me, mhm?"
She knows he won't react negatively but she still feels unsure. "I think it's time we.... or well I dunno–"
"Y/N."
"I think it's time for me to stop taking m'birth control pills, at least for a while."
Harry looks at her with a blank expression on his face, he doesn't understand where she's going with that, there are so many possible paths that he really doesn't know what to answer.
Y/N, noticing the expression on her husband's face, speaks again. "I want to start trying for a baby, Harry."
"Oh." Is all he can blurt out.
He can't believe what his ears have just picked up. He'd heard right? he's not dreaming, is he? shit, maybe he tripped and hit his head, yeah, it may be that.
He feels that everything is falling into place. He just married the love of this and more thousand lives, he's gonna release an album, and now she probably wants to start trying for a baby. Ah, how did he get so lucky?
Y/N looks at him expectantly, she can see the gears turning in his head but that doesn't calm her nerves, she wants an answer now.
"You're okay?" She asks. "It was... just a thought."
"What?" He laughs, taking her in his arms and carrying her into the room. "M'soul, I've never been better."
He's elated, just the thought of his wife with a belly full of his child awakens something in him. He can't wait to be a father and they haven't even tried yet.
Y/N's laughter turns into a growl after he tosses her onto the bed. They both look at each other with that unique glow and convey everything they feel to each other through those looks. It's time, and they both know it.
"Why did you think of it so suddenly?" He asks, caressing her bare thighs that are wrapped around his hips.
"Well... I know we just got married, but technically we've been in our honeymoon stage for like, twelve years, and it's gonna be nine months until we have the baby, of course that depends on how long it takes to conceive, so that still leaves more time for just us."
She speaks quickly, looking up at the ceiling in embarrassment. It didn't just occur to her; she's been thinking about this since she was sixteen and she can finally make it happen.
Harry keeps smiling, he can feel his cheeks start to hurt but it doesn't matter. Finally they, they–
"H, I don't wanna burst your shock bubble," Y/N says, stroking the hair on the back of his neck. "But don't yeh think it would be better if we started trying?"
And who was he to say no to his wife?
He kisses her like he's never kissed her before and doesn't know what it's about, doesn't know if it's because he's about to fill her with his baby, because he's about to strike lucky and try their luck, or because he simply loves her with all his being.
Y/N moans from the brute force and opens her mouth, allowing him to insert his tongue that caresses her entire oral cavity. She strokes the back of his neck, his back, his arms, any part of his body she can reach.
She can feel her core throbbing and his hard on bumping against it. She's anxious, and she knows she's not the only one. They continue kissing until she breaks away to push up his shirt, and laughing, he pulls it off.
His tanned, tattoo ink-covered chest glows in the brightness coming into the room, he looks angelic, godlike, and the fact that she's the only one who's ever seen him like this still makes her shudder, and him, too.
Harry rests his lips against her body again, this time against her collarbone which is kissed softly and he continues his trail up and down, smirking as he feels her breath hitch beneath him.
He pulls up her shirt and kisses her stomach, locks his eyes with hers and whispers as he continues to kiss the soft skin. "Can't believe yeh're gonna let me put a baby in here, such a good wife."
Y/N tilts her head at his words and his husky voice, he knows, he knows like no one else what he has to tell her to get her going, but the words coming out of his mouth now were pure truth.
It wasn't out of the heat of the moment, it wasn't some kink, no.
Y/N was really going to let Harry put a baby in her belly, and she knows it's one of the best decisions she can make in her life, because he's one of those people who deserves to be a father and all that comes with it, and there's nothing she wanted more than to have a perfect mix of the two running around their house.
She takes off her shirt, followed by her bra, and now they're both naked from the waist up. They stare at each other for a few seconds, both of them agitated, in love, until she pounces on him, kissing him again.
She turns him around to straddle him, and slides a hand between them, cupping his cock against the fabric of his trousers, palming it. Harry lets out a shuddering sigh, he thinks he's never been this hard in his entire life and he owes it all to her.
He lets her mark him however she wants, leaving hickeys on his neck, on his torso, on the butterfly and anywhere else she wants, because he's hers.
Y/N pulls off his remaining clothes and licks her lips at the sight of his member waiting for her, he's hard, with a drop of precum on the head and she can see him spasm under her gaze.
She's about to touch him, but he grabs her wrist. "No, want y'to ride m'face."
She nods, stunned by her husband's beauty, he's perfect, he's sitting up, resting his arms on the blanket and it causes little rolls to form on his tummy and laurel tattoos. His hair's dishevelled and his face is red, his lips are puffy and his eyes are wide in pleasure.
He wasn't Harry Styles.
He was Harry, the boy she met when she was sixteen and who with his wimpy body was already drawing sighs from her.
She pulls her panties off quickly and climbs onto his lap, gasping as she feels his length slap against her clit, and she moves back and forth, wetting his entire length.
Harry grunts, letting her do whatever she wants until he can't take anymore, and with a "C'mon, need to taste yeh." she finally stays on top of his mouth.
Y/N grips the headboard and slowly sits up, moaning as she feels the wetness of his tongue on her centre. He rests his palms on her thighs and squeezes them, moaning and focusing his eyes on her.
The sight is unique, and he can feel his member dripping as he begins to lick, his eyes go white, the sweet taste fills his mouth and he buries his mouth even deeper into her, smirking as he hears his wife's desperate moans.
He palms her thigh twice and Y/N lowers her head, staring into his eyes and her thighs press gently against his head, it's so erotic, and it's even more so when he nods.
She starts by moving her hips slowly, tilting her head back as she feels Harry's nose hit her clit perfectly and his tongue enter her hole. Her movements speed up, her breasts bounce and the hickeys on her body glisten proudly, it's heaven, he's sure, and he can feel he's about to cum just from watching.
Y/N wiggles her hips frantically, smearing her husband's face and she puts a hand down in his hair, tugging and making him grunt.
"Harry." She gasps. "Shit, shit."
He stamps his palm against her bum, and she can feel the exquisite orgasm on the tip of her tongue as he continues to spank her. She leans back until she feels his cock against her hand, and wraps it in her fist.
Harry moans and lifts his hips as he feels the sudden touch on his sensitive member. Y/N continues her movements as he licks her full cavity, moaning into her clit to add vibrations.
They're both so close, so, so close. But she stops and grabs his wrists, lowering her head to tell him:
"Want to cum with you inside me."
And whatever she wants, she gets.
Harry's quick to grab her hips and lift her off his face with ease, laying her down on the bed to climb on top of her. He wipes away the remnants of her wetness with the back of his hand and positions himself over her entrance, is quick to move in to steal a kiss that draws a teasing grin from Y/N.
How in love he is with her.
She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him to her, leaving kisses on the sweet spot of his jaw that makes him sigh, and he finally gets inside her.
"Ah, fuck." He groans, hiding his face in the hollow of her neck. "Always so... fucking warm."
"All for you, H." Y/N answers, squeezing herself around him properly, and he has to resist the urge to cum right then and there.
Holy. fucking. shit.
Harry takes the first thrust of many and begins to grind his hips against hers, Y/N moans beneath him as she feels his familiar touch on her sweet spot.
He grabs one of her thighs wrapped around his waist only to squeeze it and rests his head on the side of hers, panting into her ear.
"Yeah, you're desperate for me to make you a mommy, aren't yeh?" he asks, not stopping his onslaught and Y/N shudders hearing him. "Gonna fill you up so good, I swear."
"Yes, please." She begs, sinking one of her hands into his hair. "Want your babies, H."
Hearing her, he nods desperately, feeling the orgasm building in his lower belly. "I'll give you everything, m'love, I-fuck, I'll give you whatever you want."
He promises, promises between kisses, caresses, and lunges that send the bed crashing against the wall. Y/N's so close, and she just needs something more to get what she wants so badly.
Harry stares at her, his green eyes are dark and glossy, his hair is tousled and curls fall over his forehead, and his mouth is half open with a small trickle of drool at the corner. She grabs his neck and kisses him, savouring the taste of mint and coffee he always has. She loves him, loves him so much.
"I love you." She whispers, feeling suddenly sensitive and with tears pooling in her eyes. "We're gonna have our baby."
He smiles, feeling like he honestly can't love her anymore because it's already impossible, because no one loves anyone in the world like Harry loves Y/N, and they both need the living proof of what their love is.
"I love you, we'll be the best, I-, I can't be romantic if I have you squeezing around me." He says and they both laugh, kissing once more.
But the eroticism returns, and Harry licks his thumb to slide it between them and quickly caress her clit, which was just what she needed.
She cums, lifting her back and clinging tightly to her husband's strong shoulders, leaving the occasional scratch that makes him grunt. He doesn't know how he's holding on so long, but when Y/N leaves kisses on his earlobe and whispers "Want to make you a baby daddy." he does.
He drops his head on her chest and cums thickly, it's the best sex they've ever had and they both know it, because maybe now, this time, something's going to change.
They both keep quiet, controlling their heaving breaths until all that can be heard is the sound of scooters on the stone streets of Italy. Y/N strokes his tresses, and he leaves kisses on her collarbones.
After a few minutes, Harry slides out of her and wipes her off with a towel on the nightstand, quivering at the sight of his cum dripping out of her, he opens his mouth to murmur.
"Think I put a baby in here?" he asks, caressing his love's belly circularly, and she squeezes her eyes, touched by his words.
"I hope so, curly." She replies. "Hey, look at me."
Without lifting his head from her chest, he manages to stare at her.
"We have plenty of time to try and I know we'll make it. We'll have our baby." She says, completely sure of her words. "Let it happen when it has to happen, I'm off the pills- let's think about everything that's coming up for now, Harry's House, the tour, Coachella..."
Stressed, he sinks his face back into her chest, and she laughs, making him smile. "I don't want to go back to the real world." He says, his mouth against her skin.
"Neither do I, but I was already starting to miss our chaotic schedule." She replies. "God, you had to be a singer, an actor, a model... couldn't you be, I don't know, a supermarket cashier?"
Harry lets out sharp guffaws and leans back on his arms to look at her, still smiling they both look at each other. "I could be anything and you'd still love me."
She brushes back an unruly lock that falls into his eyes. "Of course. But it's time to go home, H."
And without hesitation, he says. "For me, you are home."
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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.
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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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mulledcherrywine · 1 year
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summary: after a week of award shows, you help Harry get back into the swing of things
a/n: THANK UUU for the love on the Brits fic 🤭🫶
It was Monday, and you’d made a promise to yourself you’d actually get up today and get out to the yoga classes you signed up for ages ago. Harry was always getting up and out to pilates, running and HIIT workouts and you were inspired to do the same.
Most of the time, when you were actually feeling up to it, you just followed along with Harry to wherever he was going, making it easier to go to a super busy class.
Strangely though, this morning, he wasn’t up when you were. By 8am, he was usually already back and making coffee in the kitchen. Today, he was slumped on his stomach dead asleep, still in bed.
You gently padded over to the edge of the bed, moving a tiny piece of his hair out of his face to see his eyes.
“H?” you whispered, “you okay?”
He hummed in response, the tip of his nose twitching slightly.
He let out a large breath before turning over onto his back.
“m’exausted” he breathed, turning over to you. His eyes scanned over you, “Oh, y’look nice, baby. Going out?”
He shifted slightly to check the time on the bedside.
“About to go to yoga, yeah. Why don’t you come? Just to relax”
“I think if I try and move out of here right now i’ll just get more tired n’i’ll just fall back asleep”
“Mm I know, you had a long week,” you hummed, brushing his hair back again, “might make you feel better? I’ll even get your clothes for you if you want”
He breathed out softly, looking at you again.
“Y’not gonna go unless I do, are ya?” he said, eyes half closed and small languid smile forming on his face.
“We can get brunch after!”
“Alright, alright, m’up!” He said, getting up loosely from the bed.
You helped him straighten out. His eyes were heavier than usual, but you knew once you were out of the house you’d both be up and going just as normal.
“Y’know m’just going to stare at you the entire time,” he said, going to get dressed, “if I can stay awake”
“You will, H. Then after we can get food and then come home and sleep for the rest of the day, promise.”
He came back in the room in a navy blue set, his green tote bag slung over his shoulder.
“Like the sound of that,” he hummed, kissing the top of your head, “i’ll drive?”
“Will you keep your eyes open?” you laughed, hands around his waist.
“M’not that tired!” he protested, grabbing his keys out his pockets, “c’mon, i’ll prove it.”
You leaned into his side and left for the class, proud of your success in finally getting him out of bed.
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