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learn to knock | H.S

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summary: not knocking on your door has led to harry walking in on you… with your hand between your legs.

warnings: f and m receiving hand job, some nipple play, a lot dirty talk, mix of praise and degradation to represent their love hate relationship.

a/n: literal filth I’m sorry I have nothing to say for myself.

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It was mid-afternoon and you were laying in bed, scrolling and enjoying your rest day from your usual hectic schedule.

Nothing in particular had led you to start doing what you were doing. Just the random urge. And future you will be thanking you for that.

One hand was placed between your legs and the other pushed over your mouth. Short snippets of fantasies flowing in and out of your mind— nothing certain— just little things, words and ghosts of touches. Pleasure was building in your stomach from the fast circles you were rubbing onto your clit, and it was hardly long until you’d be biting into the palm of your hand and riding out your orgasm.

That was until the door to your room flew open.

Your legs flew shut around your hand as a mutual gasp was shared.

I mean, you knew it was Harry, not only because he’s the only other person you live with, but more going by the no knock on the door, barge the fuck into your room for whatever reason he initially was coming in here for.

But whatever he’d come to ask you had obviously died in his throat at the sight. The sheets were half pulled over you, outlining your now clamped-together legs and the arm tucked between them.

No getting out of this one.

“You need to learn how to fucking knock.” You hissed immediately at him, whole face flaming as you pulled the twisted sheets to fully cover your upper half.

“What the fuck— it’s like 1 o’clock in the afternoon I didn’t think you’d be jerking off!” He immediately jumps to defend himself, pushing a hand through his long hair.

“What am I not allowed to?” You sigh, slipping your hand from your clit, laying it on your stomach.

“Not what I’m saying. Just was caught off guard”

You stare at eachother, and despite the embarrassment that naturally should come when you get caught touching yourself, your eyes are eating up his tall figure and stern face. A voice in the back of your brain wondering how good he could make you feel.

He’s not blind to the way you’re looking at him, hunger laced deep into your eyes, and it’s unmistakably for him.

“What, need some visual stimulation to get yourself going again?” He deadpans at your completely obvious act of checking him out.

You roll over, face pushed into you pillows, your cunt aching to be touched again, “Can you shut up, Harry?”

He walks over to the side of your bed, “sorry love, didn’t hear you, say it again for me?”

It was a challenge the way he said it, even so much bordering on a warning— but god you couldn’t find it in you to care. He can expect you to go polite all he wants, but he knows very well from living with you that is not what he’ll get. And maybe that’s how he wants it to go.

You push your body to face him, “Shut up. That is what I said.”

His cock has hardened in his jeans, and desire is starting to take the wheel on his actions.

His hand comes up to your chin, “Don’t stop on my account darling. I can even help you out if you want.”

His voice is like honey, but both of you know the intent behind that is yet again a challenge. To see how far you’ll take it.

“I was doing just fine before you barged in here.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“But I bet you’d love to get your hand between my legs.” You cave in, slipping your hand back down, sighing at the contact of your fingers to your clit.

“Wouldn’t you like to find out?” He sits on the edge of your bed, watching the silhouette of your hand under the sheets.

“Already know you do, can see how hard you are from here.” You tease.

“Well are you gonna do something about it?” He raises his brows.

“No. I’m just gonna keep doing what I’m doing. You deal with it yourself.” You glare, pushing a finger into your entrance, and you realise you’re almost dripping now.

This entire situation is hot. You cant deny it, and neither can he.

He palms over himself, the tightness of his jeans making him almost ache. You’re staring at him with that fucking defiant look on your face and he just wants to kiss it off.

So he does just that, leaning down to capture your lips with his. He holds your chin, humming in the back of his throat as you open your mouth for his tongue to slip in.

He unbuttons his pants with his free hand, shucking them off his long legs, leaving him in just black briefs.

Your fingers are still pumping in and out of yourself as his tongue maps out your mouth.

He reaches into his briefs, quickly pulling back, “this ok?”

“Yes.” You replied without a second thought, watching as he slips himself out.

His cock flicks up to hit his stomach, hard as a rock.

You try not to let the shock show on you face as you see it, it’s large. Of course it fucking is. It’s pretty too. The head is same flushed pink as his lips, with neatly trimmed hairs at the base.

His hands are twitching to pump himself, and you clock it like a hawk.

“Go on, touch yourself.” You prompt.

“Pull down the sheets.” He states, “then I will.”

“Need the visual stimulation?” You laugh, waiting for him to smile a little at the tease.

“Mmhm, wanna see you fucking yourself.”

You push them down, exposing you panties that had been impulsively pushed to the side, and your hand thrusting slowly in and out of you.

“Fuck sake…” he curses at the sight, palm moving to wrap around himself— squeezing.

You both watch each other for a minute, taking in the movements and little noises that were being sounded.

You were the first one to breach the gap, reaching over to stroke your thumb over his tip and have his head thrown back.

“Thought it was a hands to ourselves policy.” He moans.

“Decided I want you to make me come.” You boldly state, sitting up and pulling him closer to you.

“‘Course you do, knew y’would cave. See you looking at my hands all the time, know you want them in y’cunt, needy little slut.” He says, voice gravely and making you clench around your fingers.

“Whatever, you probably want my mouth around your dick just as much.” You kiss his neck, biting the skin there.

“Bet you’d love a bit of throat fucking.” He grabs the tank top you were wearing and pulls it over your head.

“No fucking bra either. Jesus Christ.” He takes a breast into his hand, tweaking the nipple between his fingers which has you struggling to hold back a moan.

His hand has finally slides down to your cunt, pushing your own out of the way to take over.

You follow suit, wrapping your hand— fingers still damp from your own arousal— and stroke over his cock.

You’re both panting, it feeling so unbelievably good to be touching each other like this. His fingers flicking over your clit and yours squeezing his cock.

“Your fucking soaked, bloody dripping all over y’sheets.” He curses, rubbing his fingers through your slit.

“Well you practically edged me by coming into my room when I was about to come.” You griped.

“Oh yea, I bet you can totally make yourself drip like this. Don’t lie love, it’s from me. You probably weren’t half as wet before I came in.” He was hardly wrong, but he doesn’t need to hear you confirm that.

“You’d love to hear me- fuck- say that. Tell you I’m soaked ‘cause of you. Egotistical son of a bitch.” He pushed a finger into you, sliding all the way in, the chunky ring around the base of his middle finger hitting your entrance.

“Such a fucking brat you are, have quite the mouth on you, yknow that?” You squeezed around him, already feeling like you could come.

“I do. Bet you just wanna fuck it quiet.” You said, sounding a bit out of breath. Still trying to keep up, stroking his cock faster.

“Hardly could be considered a punishment since you’d enjoy it so much.”

His hands were speeding up at your words, one moving to play with your clit while the other fucked your entrance, slipping in another long finger.

It made you tingle, “Fuck— Harry!”

He hummed, “There we go, good girl. Finally have you moaning f’me.”

It was hard to figure out if you loved or hated how good his hand felt. Well, mentally you weren’t sure, physically though you were pushing into every movement he made.

Your hand had stuttered from stroking him, so you quickly made to move it again, to outdo him. You tightened your grip on him, stroking faster— swiping over the beading precome on his tip.

“Jesus, trying to make it a competition darling…” he grunted

Everything with you was always a competition, and especially this. Your hand kept pumping him, hearing his moans fueled you to keep going— to keep pushing him closer to the edge. He wants this as much as you do, and even though he would never admit it with his pretty pink lips, it’s true.

“Bet you want to make a mess all over my hands.” You whispered into the shell of his ear, licking a stripe along it.

“Maybe I do, darling. Maybe I wanna wreck your pussy too.”

You whimpered at the thought, rolling your hips with his fingers curling inside you.

“Ohh.” He coos, “listen to you now, whining for me, acting like such an angel. Trying to be a good girl now I’ve put that on the table.”

“You’re not though, are you? You’re a slut.” He speeds up his fingers, and your jaw is going lax.

You can’t even feel your hand, let alone keep moving it on his cock— the only sensation you have is the burning one in the pit of your stomach.

“Please, please.” You beg.

You’re teetering on the edge of bliss when his hand pulls away. You cry out, clenching your legs together, squirming at the empty feeling.

“I hate you, hate you so much,” you whine, “please, let me come.”

He doesn’t listen, “Open your mouth.”

You part you lips instantly, despite wanting to punch him in the stomach.

He puts the fingers covered in your arousal onto your tongue, “Show me you can be a good girl and suck.”

You oblige, not without the frown on your face though.

“Taste yourself?” He asks, and you nod around his fingers— his eyes darkening a little at the sight.

He slides them from your lips, “get on my lap.”

“Stop being so pushy.” You snap, frowning at him.

He chuckles, “acting like you aren’t into me bossing you around.”

Another moment where he couldn’t be more correct, but you are not going to admit it out loud.

You slide onto his thigh, and he sighs out a breath, taking a short moment to slip his tshirt over his head.

“You’re so wet, baby. Feels s’nice.” The mix of praise and degrading has your head spinning, it’s such a jump from one to the other. And fuck is it hot.

You rub yourself on his warm skin, “lay between my legs, actually, wanna make sure you can see my fingers fucking you.”

He doesn’t give you time to move yourself, he just pulls you there— cock resting on your bare back.

He strips your panties off you, moving to gently tease your clit. Your legs part wide for him.

“You gonna be a good little slut now?”

You stare at him, biting your lip to keep the moans from slipping out.

“Keep your attitude in check for me baby? Reckon you can do that?”

When you still say nothing, his finger rubs down your slit to trace around your dripping hole.

“Can make you feel so good, love. I’ll have your little pussy clenching so hard around my fingers if you just be good.”

“Fine.” You say breathlessly, hating having to submit to him like this.

He hums, rewarding your reluctant agreement with his finger filling you up again.

Suddenly, your pride was worth the feeling.

“Fuck!” You moan as he pushes another one in.

He isn’t messing around now, he fucks your hole with fast strokes, the palm of his hand rubbing against your clit perfectly.

“Taking it so well, letting me fuck your pussy with my fingers.” He praises into your ear, his other hand sliding up to play gently with your breast.

“Harry— oh god.” You cry, squirming in his grip. You were ready to snap after being edged twice.

“That’s right, darling, watch my fingers fuck your cunt.”

His filthy words being uttered are enough to have you coming alone, paired with the euphoric feeling of his fingers in you has you a mess.

“I’m— holy shit I’m gonna come. Please!” You beg, worried he was going to pull away.

“Tell me you hate me.” He says, grabbing your chin— making you look down at his movements between your legs.

“I hate you! Please, H.”

Your peak held for that blissful, breathless moment. Expecting to be deprived of that final push for your orgasm.

“Come for me, Y/N.” He’d said, and you cried out— a tidal wave of pleasure hitting you.

You were clenching so tight around his fingers, spots coating your vision as he didn’t let up his pace.

He fucked you through your orgasm, “can imagine how good my cock would feel getting squeezed by your pussy.”

You were pushing his hand away, once the pleasure ebbed and you couldn’t handle his fingers anymore. Panting as you laid your head back into the crook of his neck, eyes meeting his.

“Look at you, all beautiful and fucked out.”

You blinked slowly, brain scrambling for a witty comeback.

“I hate you.” Was still all you could say.

Your hand nonetheless found it’s way to his cock, pressing hard into your back.

“Don’t have to if you’re tired, babe.” He smiles, gently holding your wrist.

You shake your head, “you made me feel so good, can’t leave you high and dry.”

Your hand wraps around his head, immediately stroking down— causing him to moan.

He was definitely vocal, and god did you find that hot.

You picked up the pace of your strokes, fully turning your body to watch his reactions, and how his stomach muscles rippled with pleasure.

“Are you gonna come on my hand, Harry?” You cooed, squeezing him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He cursed, bucking his hips up into your warm palm.

He was clenching his jaw as you rubbed him rhythmically, quickly coming undone with your movements.

“Darling— god—“ He groaned, hands threading through your hair and pulling at the roots.

“Mmm, you’re so gorgeous.” You hummed, placing a kiss onto his lips as he was shaking with the pre-pleasure of his release.

It didn’t take much more to have his stomach muscles contracting under you, a moaned curse falling from his lips as white ropes of his come spurted out his tip, painting your fist and his chest.

His muscles all relax, and he slumps onto the bed, and you join him, flopping down.

“God, you’re so…” he sighs out, sentence trailing off.

You trace his tattoos with your pointer finger, “Hate you. Hate how pretty you are, H.”

He smiles, eyes half-lidded, “Hate you just as much, love.”

“We can clean up soon. Just wanna lay for a bit.” You whisper.

“Whatever you want, darling.”

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justmeinatree · 10 months

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Just A Little Taste

Summary : harry plays into your pain kink in a way you never could have imagined (feat. lhh)

TW : smut, reader pain kink, dom/sub dynamics, safe word use

Word Count : 2.1k

the handcuffs clink against the metal head board to your bed, harry’s nails scratching down the backside of your naked thighs.

your hands were currently cuffed together, the chain on the handcuffs looped through one of the intricate iron bars that adorned your bed. your head was pressed into the mattress, arms stretched above it, your bum high in the air.

you loved nights like this. where you could both just play. there was no time constraint, which meant harry took his sweet time with you. on nights like these, you’d both slip further into your roles, allowing yourselves to really let go and be all in.

there was no denying it, you were fairly submissive long before you’d ever met harry. but you never had the opportunity to connect with a partner that was considered even remotely dominant. you’d never been with someone that had the experience harry had, and all the new firsts your body had just been patiently waiting for, made your toes curl.

and well harry did not complain, could barely keep his cock in his pants, when you looked at him with those doe eyes. he saw the need in you from a mile away. so when you two hooked up that night, he gave you a small taste of what he could do for you. always checking in for consent along the way. you had never been so blown away by a man in your entire life.

and so safe. especially the time he explained that even though he’s in the dominant role, you, the submissive, holds all the power. you’re the one that sets the scene. you’re the one that holds the safe word card. he gets pleasure out of your pleasure. the moment it stops being good for you, it stops being good for him. you’d never been so reassured by a partner in your entire life. and as someone with a pain kink, reassured is what you needed.

so that brings you here. with harry’s nails slowly raking up and down your thighs, your bum, your back. all the way up your arms, giving himself the opportunity to kiss against your ear and neck, sucking little bruises into your skin. your body shudders as his hair tickles along your skin, making harry nip playfully on your shoulder, “should i tie it up ?” he hums quietly, not wanting to disrupt the quiet moment you’re both basking in.

you manage a bit of a shrug, as best as you can in the position you’re in, “s’up to you. just tickles a bit.”

harry leans back into his kneeled position behind you, nails raking down your back as he goes to grasp the hair tie around his wrist. holding it up with two fingers, he gets an idea, gently letting it snap back against his skin.

he hums quietly to himself, pulling the hair tie off his body and holds it taught between his index and his thumb. “do you trust me, poppet ?” harry asks quietly.

“always,” you hum without a second thought as harry places the tie against the back of your thigh, right where it meets your ass. he pulls on it, not too far, as he’s just testing your reaction, and lets it snap back against your skin.

your body jolts instantly, eyebrows furrowing as you groan, “fuck, what is that ?”

“a hair tie,” harry mumbles, mesmerized by the way your skin rippled as the tie kissed your skin. “colour, baby.”

“green, try that again. harder,” you hum, settling yourself deeper into the bed. you had loved the little jolt it sent through you, the way it made your toes curl and your breath drain itself from your lungs.

harry moves his hand with the tie up your body, right to the swell of your ass. he pulls the band up quite a bit higher than last time, watching the jiggle of your skin as the tie slaps against your bum.

you moan out louder this time, your back arching, as your pussy clenches over nothing. without another second to breathe, harry snaps the tie again 3 more times right around the same spot.

you gasp in a breath as his left hand comes to smooth over the spot, his tongue reaching out to lick at the bright red bruise forming on your skin. “colour ?”

“green, green, fuck harry, why’s a hair tie so good ?” you groan, slightly embarrassed by how much the sting is getting you off.

and if you needed a moment to fall in love with him just that little bit more, his reply holding no hint of shame towards you, “fuck i dont know, but you look so good taking it poppet. want more ?”

“please, please, please,” you breathe out. “never want you stop.”

harry smiles at that, although you cant really see him, bringing his right hand, with the tie, over to your left bum cheek, a little lower towards your thigh, and closer to your dripping center. he pulls it back further this time, snapping 5 consecutive times.

your body trembles as he finishes, his tongue darting out to soothe you again. he laps over the fresh wound softly, kissing over your skin.

he’s so close to your pussy, you can feel a few stray strands of hair tickling you, making your body involuntarily lean towards his mouth.

harry pulls away, clicking his tongue disapprovingly, “m’trying to make you feel better and here you are being greedy.”

“no, no, i’m sorry honey, your mouth just feels so good, you know how hard it is for me to resist you,” you add, silently praying that he just goes with it.

“stop sucking up,” he chuckles lightly, taking note of your pussy for the first time in a while. and christ, you really are wet. like really wet. dripping down onto the bed, wet. and for a moment harry feels bad. like he’s neglected your poor cunt. it’s desperately screaming for attention. as he goes to run his fingers through your sopping center, he notices the hair tie still wrapped around his thumb and index.

“wanna try something,” harry mumbles without a second though.

he runs his hands from your hips, down your thighs to your knees, giving you a silent signal to lay down flat on your tummy. as you do what he asks of you, harry helps you turn over, onto your back.

“hi poppet,” he smiles at you, leaning over you to kiss your lips, something he hasn’t done since he tied you on your front.

you smile into the very welcomed kiss, having missed the comfort of his lips on yours. you slip your tongue into his mouth when he goes to speak, cutting him off before the first syllable even leaves him. you tug on the cuffs, wishing you could grip into his hair and keep his lips attached to yours.

but harry pulls away, shaking his head playfully as his index gently flicks your nose. “be good, poppet. wanna try something. think you’ll like it, but you’ll tell me if you dont, yeah ?”

“i will,” you hum, smiling at him. you wholeheartedly trust him, and your toes curl in anticipation, your tummy flipping with curiosity as you anxiously await to see what he’s got planned.

you watch as harry sits back on his knees, your legs on either side of his hips. his hands massage their way over your thighs, working their way inwards as he grips into your flesh, spreading your legs wide open for him. with any other partner, you would have been mortified right now. but not even a speck of that feeling exists with harry.

his eyes rake over your inner thighs, seeing the mess your cunt has made. his gaze settles around mid thigh, the hair tie coming back into play and snapping against your sensitive skin.

your hips jolt, harry’s hands keeping your legs open before shifting to your other thigh, snapping the band a bit higher. each snap makes your body tremble more as he keeps up the alternating pattern, making his way higher and higher up your thighs.

harry watches as your pussy clenches with each snap, a dribble of your arousal leaking every time, as your hips jump up in search of any kind of friction. his prick is so rock hard, absolutely dying to bury himself inside you. but he needs to try this first. needs to see how you’ll react.

he places the tie taught between his fingers, just higher up than your clit, over your mound, wanting to test the waters out first. harry watches over your face, seeing a bit of apprehension, “s’just me, baby. i’ve got you. can stop anytime. give me a colour, please.”

and as anxious as you were, you were so excited, “green. just do it, please,” you groaned, the anticipation killing you.

harry snaps the band, not too hard, really not wanting to push you. he hears the loud moan leaving your chest, your stomach twitching. he places it a bit lower, right above your clit, “m’gonna need your colour again, poppet.”

“fuck, fuck, it’s green. can go harder,” you whimper, your nails digging painfully into your palms, waiting for it to smack against your most sensitive spot.

when the band hits against your clit, not too much harder than last time, harry notices a small trickle of liquid running down your cunt. “no fucking way,” he whispers to himself, eyebrows furrowed, your ears ringing much too loudly to hear him.

harry snaps the tie two times consecutively, a little harder again, as a bit more than a trickle escapes you this time.

he can’t believe what he’s seeing, completely mesmerized by your heat, a groan from deep in his throat works its way out of him. without giving you much time to catch a breath, harry snaps it again, much harder this time, as a gush squirts out of your cunt.

“jesus fuck, poppet,” harry groans, dropping down to the bed, throwing the hair tie onto the bed, his mouth colliding with your sensitive pussy.

your body is trembling from the attack on your clit, not having a moment to breathe before harry delved in to suck harshly on your abused cunt.

you feel a bit disoriented, tugging hard on the restraints, needing to feel anchored to him somehow. “fuck, fuck harry, yellow,” you plead out, his ears perking up as he hears one of your safe words.

harry pulls away from you, his hands massaging your inner thighs, “what do you need honey, talk to me ?” he asks quietly, not wanting to overwhelm you. a yellow means slow down, and check in. he hopes this doesn’t turn into a red, that’s not exactly the way he hopes his cock goes soft tonight.

“untie me, please,” you groan, tugging on the cuffs for good measure.

harry nods without a second thought, reaching for the key on the nightstand and taking them off you, letting them clang to the floor. he holds your wrists gently in his hands, kissing the bruises left in the wake of your restraints.

“were they hurting ?” he asks, his hands gliding up your arms, settling on your back as he looks into your eyes, wanting to really see how you’re feeling.

“no, just a bit overwhelmed. needed to feel you,” you hum, your fingers running through harry’s locks, grabbing a good handful, “you can keep going anytime,” you smirk, adding cheekily.

he groans at the feeling of your hands tugging on his hair. as much as he loves seeing you tied up, the lack of touches torture him a bit too. “lesson for ya poppet, dont ever sass the mouth that’s snogging with your cunt.”

“i would, but your mouth is giving me a lecture, s’not snogging anything,” you challenge back, smirk growing wider.

harry laughs, kissing your nose, “cant be mad at that. did you need me to slow down, love ? how has it been so far ? wanna check in completely, after that yellow.”

“maybe a bit slower,” you hum, rubbing your nose against his. “we have tons of time, yeah ?” you pause to kiss him, your lips slotting with his, sucking sweetly on the swell of his lip. “s’been really good so far, just really needed the cuffs off. needed to be able to feel closer to you after that.”

harry nods, totally understanding, delving back into your mouth, taking his time with you. reminding himself that tonight there’s really no need to rush, thankful for the odd occasion where time doesn’t exist.

“so, how many times should i make you cum then, poppet ?”

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harrysarchive · 5 months

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I love tattooarrist harry and baker!y/n so much!! Can we please have more of them🥺🥺

No big deal; h.s.

Pairing:

Tattooartist!harry x baker!y/n

Summary:

"I don't see the problem we were just staying in." He tries to defend himself his eyebrows furrowing, a common tell sign that he was getting worked up, "Me and Niall had a good fuckin day at work so we decided to celebrate. We can do date night another day no big deal."

POV:

Y/n's

Warnings: Slight angst

I watch as the candle slowly melts with a sigh leaving my mouth, the cold dinner left untouched and the wine was left getting warm. I look up at the clock and my frown deepens.

I'll be back at 8, just me and you tonight love.

His charismatic voice with a wink rings through my mind. The clock taunts me with the hands striking 10, finally deciding he wasnt showing, I shoved my chair back the legs of the chair weeping from the tension against the wooden floor, and started picking up the dinner left to waste. Wrapping Harry's plate in plastic wrap i shove it in the fridge when a black ball of fur swivels its way between my legs, matilda meows sorrowful and i give her a light smile.

"He probably had to work late 'tilda." I hum giving her a pat before walking towards our bedroom.

As i sit on our bed I pull my phone out and scroll through my contacts, clicking his name i put my phone to my ear and wait as the sound of the ringing vibrates through my ear.

I obviously couldn't answer I'm probably busy at work or with y/n. If it's important give her a call.

I let out a frustrated huff at the voicemail, "Where the hell are you? We had plans tonight remember? Just give me a call back please."

My body jolts as i hear the sound of keys jingle and the front door snapping open. I grab ahold of my glasses on the side table shoving them on and looking at the clock, 2:00 A.M. glares back at me. Are you actually kidding me? I put on my house shoes and walk towards the living area of the apartment, i watch as Harry pour himself a glass of water.

"And where the hell have you been?" I ask sharply as i glare at him, my hands on my hips Harry stops pouring the water and turns towards me with a frown.

"Out with Niall." He states bluntly taking a swig of water, a harsh laugh escapes my mouth and i nod.

"Did you forget something?" I ask with a sarcastic smile on my face.

He looks as if he's trying to remember something then shakes his head, "not that i recall."

Thats the fire that ignites my anger, "You made plans for us tonight! You wanted to have a nice quiet night in. I fucking made dinner, I had picked out a bath bomb for us to use. I even left work three hours early for this!"

No big deal.

"No big deal?!" I snap taking a step in his direction, "We barely get to spend any time together because you're always working late, you fucking promised me tonight and you broke that promise. You come home six hours later from a pub and expect me not to be upset? I mean fuck Harry!" I huff massaging my temples.

"Well maybe you should have called me!" He bites and i sigh shaking my head.

"You know what, this isnt even worth it." I hum grabbing my keys from the key rack.

"Where the hell are you going?" He asks moving over towards me.

"Martha's."

"Dont do this," he sighs, "look i'm sorry okay just dont leave please."

I take a look at him, his eyes heavy with exhaustion, hair disheveled and a frown on his pretty pink lips before taking a deep breath, "i need some time to think and breathe before i make a mistake and do something irrational, if we keep going at this it'll turn out that way. Please respect my wishes."

His frown deepens and brows furrow further, "be back tomorrow?"

"I have work all day, i'll be back at 8." I spit his words back at him before throwing the door open and making my escape.

"...all im saying is he's a prick, plain and simple make him suffer." Martha states as she wipes down the colourful table.

Marthas been giving me a lecture since i walked into her little cottage yesterday at 2 in the morning and she hasnt stopped. I walked in the bakery with a frown at 6 A.M. and it hasnt came off the entire day, regulars constantly coming in giving me a sympathetic smile and wishing my day well.

"But Martha..."

"No but, no nothing. Dont give me that bullshit, sure he loves you and you love him but its the principle of the matter." She hums sitting in an old rustic arm chair next to the bean bags. "Think of it this way, if it was the other way around; him staying home making the dinner and you didnt show till ass crack in the mornin', he would do the same shit. Walk his pretty ass out of the house and drive off to Niall's."

I huff as i plop myself on the bright pink beanbag bringing my palms to my eyes trying to rub out the migraine that was destined to form. I know she's right he would be upset if it was the other way around, and the fact that he was being so blunt and careless was very disrespectful.

"So what now?" I ask picking at my nails.

"You wait till he apologises."

I let out a deep sigh, "Martha I was also wrong for just walking out."

"No you werent, you told him yourself. You would have done some stupid shit that you didnt mean if you stayed there." She replies sharply, "and while he's at the apologising tell him to come clean the damn tables and dishes."

I let out a snort and shake my head, glancing at the clock 8 o'clock is staring back at me, Martha looks at the clock and hums.

"You can go, Nat is here so she can help clean up."

"No, i'll stay." I smile at her before snatching her rag out of her hands and smirking at her, "get up you old hag it's deep cleaning day."

She gapes at me then glares, "fuck that shit, you can do that yourself for calling me an old hag!"

I look at the clock on my dashboard, 10:30 it reads. Letting out a huff i grab my purse and some desserts I decide to bring home, everything will be fine i hoped. Walking up to the door i let one last deep sigh out before making my way through. The sound of things being knocked over make me jump slightly, looking up towards the dining area i see Harry with blood shot eyes and a blotchy face.

"You're home." He croaks out smiling at me with watery eyes.

"Yeah, stayed late to help Martha deep clean." I mumble sitting my purse on the coat rack and my keys on the key holder.

"I- um I made dinner for us." He chirps pointing to the meal on the table, "chicken parm your favourite."

I give him a weak smile before nodding and walking towards the dining table, looking at the meal my heart pulls. "Thank you thats thoughtful of you."

"No it's not, it's the bare minimum, you shouldn't thank me for this." He sighs shaking his head, "i have neglected you for weeks y/n. Making you promises and never pulling through, telling you we'd spend time together but it never happens. When you left last night, i um i got to thinking and do you know how many dates i've fallen through on?" He ask and i shake my head, not really one to keep count on things like that, "six, fucking six, that is six to many. I wanna make it up to you, i decided to cut back on my hours-"

"Harry you didnt-"

"I know i didnt have to, i wanted to." He smiles grabbing ahold of my hands, "i want to spend a lot more time with you, i want to be there for you the way you've been there for me."

Tears stream down my face as i smile at him letting out a chuckle, "i'm sorry for leaving."

"Dont be sorry, i would've left to if i was you."

A/N: oh my god :') hello guys i miss yall so fucking much its insane first off thank you so much for the request anon<3 i've been dealing with personal shit and just been in a reading (and writing) slump </3 and i've also been waiting for someone to request something so thank youuuuu!!!! I hope you guys enjoyed as much as i enjoyed writing this<3

-All the love,

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butdaddyilovehim-hs · 8 months

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Tolerate It II

"What would you do if I break free and leave us in ruins?"

Read Part I here

Quite frankly, Harry isn’t sure how much longer he can take this. He listens to Y/N’s request for space for all of 4 days.

On Sunday, Harry finds the whiskey he put away when Elle was born. He finishes the bottle.

On Monday, he works himself into a frenzy looking at pictures of Y/N at their wedding. The smile on her face sends him spiralling as he realises he hasn’t seen her smile like that in a while.

On Tuesday, Anne calls him and boy does she let him have it. She doesn’t yell but she knocks some sense into him and Harry’s heart breaks. She tells him Y/N has barely said two words since she arrived and if he doesn’t act soon, he’s going to lose the two things that are supposed to be most important to him.

So he breaks out his rock records, blasting the music as loud as he can to drown out the screaming voices in his head telling him that he’s lost his wife forever. Oh and he also drinks himself into oblivion. Again.

On Wednesday afternoon he’s hungover and slightly delirious. And so naturally, he texts her.

Harry: Y/N I’m so sorry my love. I hope you and Elle are ok at mum’s. She told me you were there. I know you might not be ready but I’m here when you want to talk. I’ll be home for the rest of the week love. Come over when you’re ready.

He waits by the phone like a lovesick teenager for 20 minutes, almost falling off the bed when the status of the text changes from delivered to read. He waits for another 20 minutes willing for the three dots to appear and when they don’t, he turns the music back on, quieter this time, ignores the pounding in his head and closes his eyes.

He sleeps the rest of the day away, waking around noon on Thursday, his heart jumping out of his chest when he sees a new message notification. He sighs dejectedly when he realises it’s not Y/N, his eyes widening as he realises the text is from Kendall.

Kendall: We need to talk H. I’m so sorry about the articles. I’m on my way over, hope you’re home.

Harry rubs his faces tiredly before forcing himself out of bed. Kendall is the last person he wants to see right now but he knows there isn’t any point in telling her not to come if she’s on her way.

So he cleans (barely), shaves and showers, in an effort to make it seem like he hasn’t been living on his couch and off takeout for the past few days.

There’s a knock at the door and Harry drags his feet over to the front door.

“Hi…” The woman at the door speaks in an almost whisper, timidly shifting from foot to foot.

Harry thinks his mind is playing a sick joke on him. 4 days of drinking his life away and he’s suddenly seeing visions. But the woman in front of him doesn’t seem to disappear no matter how many times he blinks and so he comes to the conclusion that she must be real.

“Y/N? I... What are you doing here?” Is all he can think to say. As soon as the words are out of his mouth he regrets them. He winces as his wife’s face contorts into a look of hurt and slight annoyance.

“What am I doing here? In my house? Good god Harry I left for space, I didn’t move out. Can I come in or are we going to keep having this conversation in the doorway?”

“I didn’t mean- Of course come in love. I just didn’t expect to see you so soon.” He steps aside to let her through and follows her as she walks to the couch and takes a seat. He sits beside her and the silence is loud.

“So…” Y/N begins, shooting a tentative look at Harry who’s looking at her intently.

“How’s Elle? I miss my little bug. I’ve missed you both.”

“She’s good. Loved the extra grandma time the last few days. I’ve missed you too H. But we need to figure this out before we keep going. I don’t know how many more chances I can give, I don’t know how many nights I can stay up waiting, hoping for you to call. I shouldn’t have to hope you’ll call, you’re my husband you should want to call.” Y/N sighs, wiping her hand over her face quickly to stop the tears from falling. Harry intertwines their fingers squeezing her hand in his. He does it twice more and Y/N gives him a watery smile. It was something they used to do when they were first married; whenever they were in public they would squeeze each others hands three times.

I. Love. You.

He lifts her hand to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to it.

“Y/N, I fucked up. Multiple times. I haven’t been there for you and I wish I could tell you that it’s simply because work was mental but I was overwhelmed and so I looked for distractions. It’s no excuse I know that. But I love you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone and sometimes I wish I didn’t love you so much because I need you like oxygen. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I’ve been an idiot to take you for granted. I’m going to be home by 5 every day from now on I promise. We’re going to have dinner together every night. We’re going to get a nanny so that you and I can go on dates like we used to. I’m going to-“

“Slow down cowboy.” Y/N grins. A bright smile that reaches all the way to her eyes.

“We’re going to be ok?” It’s supposed to be a statement but it sounds more like a question when it comes out of Y/N’s mouth.

“We’re going to be ok.” Harry affirms. He leans in to kiss her, pulling back at the sound of the door opening.

“Harry? You home? The door was unlocked so I just came in. Oh! Y/N, hi.” Kendall’s stilettos click against the wooden floor as she walks into the living room, taking in the couple sitting on the couch.

“I just wanted to come by to-”

Y/N cuts her off.

“Did you invite her over here Harry? Is that why you were so surprised when I got here? For fucks sakes.” She looks heartbroken.

Harry is silent. It isn’t what it looks like. He knows that, Kendall knows that. Y/N… doesn’t know that. It seems he’s silent for too long because Y/N is suddenly standing and grabbing her bag off the coffee table.

“Kendall, get out. Y/N let me explain. Please love, after all we talked about you have to know I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Kendall leaves, muttering a plethora of apologies as Y/N stares at him with red rimmed eyes, her bag gripped tightly in her hand as though she’s planning her escape.

“Two minutes Harry. You’ve got two minutes to explain yourself before I walk out this door and this time I won’t be coming back.”

Read Part III here

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erodadisc · 7 months

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long hair harry is definitely his best era and no one will ever change my mind about it.

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deadricslover · 9 months

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tracing roses

a/n: first post for the loml! I'm a harry Stan 'til I die.

summary: with a whole bunch of changes for the future of one direction, harry doesn't know how he will cope and thankfully you're there to comfort him in his favourite ways.

warnings: no established relationship, anxiety, cursing, Zayn leaving :(, mentions of the management ugh (that deserves a full tw), short post?

pairings: lhh styles x sixthmember!reader

I know that the timeline of events doesn't match the real life one but it's all for the post ok?

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What the media portrayed harry to be was the complete opposite of what he was actually like. His reputation was the womanizer, cool and reserved guy who didn't have the time of day for anyone other than the band, and really, it was just unfair because none of that was true. Really, Harry was the sweetest guy who cared for every single person he met and would make a whole room light up with the sparkle in his eyes. Despite what the media thought, He had feelings, and needed comfort here and there like every other person.

This particular upcoming show was an important one, it was Zayn's last show in the band but the public didn't know yet, so they had to make it count. Nobody was really themselves today as they knew they had to make a good impression for management if they wanted to continue touring and making music without him as a five person group. These emotions were hightened due to the overwhelming sudden surge of sadness and loss due to Zayn's news. Zayn was your best friend alongside Harry and you honestly didn't know how you were going to cope with not having him around when writing songs or performing anymore.

You stumble into Harry's dressing room to let him know we will be going on stage soon, but are met with a teary eyed Harry with his head in his hands. You make your way over to him and wrap your arms around him from the back whilst tracing circles on his arm and place your head on his shoulder, comforting him.

"I know, Haz. I know" you whisper kissing his temple slightly.

"this is just such a big change" he cries

"I know. and it's going to be so hard for us all to adjust to. But, we have gotta support his decision" you explain squeezing him a little tighter. he replies with a teary sigh, gazing at you through the mirror silently asking to be comforted

"even though I can't fix it, I can help you through it" you add leaning your head on his, sadly smiling a little bit, closing your eyes momentarily.

"I'm just gonna miss him" he confesses, the tears making their way to his eyes once again. Seeing him upset always made your heart drop with sadness, and a set of your own tears pricks your eyes seeing one of your favourite people upset.

"I know, haz. let it out, ok? I'm right here" you comfort as he stares blankly at the desk ahead of him

"I think that the mix of Zayn leaving and the anxiety because this show being so important is just making me so much more emotional" he explains his feelings and you listen intently the entire time, empathizing with him as you feel the same way. This is about him though, he doesn't need to know.

you plant kiss after kiss onto his face, cheek, temple and hair in comfort and keep twirling pieces of his hair around your fingers to calm him down. He takes a deep breath in and out to regain himself before looking back at you through the illuminated mirror.

"what time are we on?" he asks

"we have time" you lie. you came into him with fifteen minutes before the show and now you're running late, but, for an important reason. You didn't want him suppressing any feelings.

he looks at you confused, not entirely believing you but leaning back into your touch and closing his eyes nonetheless, while tracing shapes onto your arm wordlessly telling you that he's grateful for you.

your moment is rudely interrupted by Louis Bursting in the door chaotically.

"guys, why the fuck aren't you on stage. we are late. stop cuddling and kissing and get out and get your mics" Louis demands

Harry hops up and looks at you accusingly. You shrug and leave the room with him, both of you following Louis to the stage. You get your assigned microphones and head towards the stage. Harry grabs your arm on the way and stops you both, facing you and looking down at you with a hand on your upper arm.

"Thank you so much for that. I don't know what I would do without you, I really don't" he informs you referring to you comforting him, making your heart throb.

"it's nothing, harry. just want to make you feel better" you reply smiling wholeheartedly at him.

"I love you so much" he confesses, wrapping you in a hug around your arms and you slip yours around his waist to reciprocate.

"I love you too, haz. always here for you" you reply before the six of you get on stage and open with clouds, and nobody can deny that this show wouldn't be the same and that you would all be acting different.

halfway through 'story of my life' harry was sitting down towards the back of the stage looking quite down and nervous as he knew come the end of this song, you guys would have the encore and then the show would be over, concluding the chapter with Zayn in the group. you jog to the back and sit down next to him grabbing his hand in yours lightly and he lays his head down onto your shoulder.

"you good?" you ask him

"mhm" he replies humming. you didn't buy it, you knew him better than that.

you look down to his hand in yours and examine his tattoos for a minute. your eyes land on the rose tattoo next to his elbow and the perfect shading. Your thumb starts tracing the petals and thorns on the design, comforting him as he is focusing on the feeling of your hand. You knew this calmed him down. He takes a couple of deep breaths and continues singing after Louis finishes his part whilst visibly calming down yet again. He gets up from where he was sitting and starts walking around the stage interacting with a couple of fans and the guys maintaining the hold on your hand bringing you around while you giggle to yourself. This doesn't go unnoticed by fans and you were sure you would see some twitter posts about it later, but in the moment you didn't care, all you cared about was making him feel better and calming his anxiety about this whole show.

you were super lucky to have a harry in your life. You think everyone should have a harry in their life too. And he feels the same about you, he thinks everyone should have one of you in their life too. But then again, he didn't want to share you with anybody. He loved you comforting him, and knew that you would always be there for him and visa versa.

everyone needs a you and harry pair in their life.

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walkingintheheartbreaksatellite · 1 year

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Just For You

Harry Styles x Fem!Reader

Contains -Fluff, Smushy cuteness, LHH

Harry returns home to reader with a surprise in tow after hearing that she had a bad day and isn't feeling too much like herself.

(First time writing this way in a long time so I hope it's okay! This is for anyone having a down day and needing a pick me up!)

After a long day in the studio, all Harry wanted to do was go home to his girlfriend of 2 years. He had briefly spoken to her earlier but he could tell by the shake in her voice that she was not having a good day.

She had told him how her day had gone, though she kept it short as to not relive the day over again. She had been late to work due to problems with her car, her supervisor reprimanded her for her tardiness, and someone had eaten the lunch she had brought resulting in breaking her heart, as Harry had so graciously packed for her the night before.

He had decided to stop by the nearest grocery store, grabbing all her favorite comfort foods and drinks, a new fuzzy blanket, a couple face masks and some scented candles that she liked. Just to make sure she could relax from the grueling day she had.

As he was leaving the store, pushing the cart to his car, he heard a faint animal-like whimper. He looked around, surveying the area until he finally set his eyes on the owner of the whimper.

Under a nearby car, a smile set of eyes gazed up at him. Leaving his cart near his car, he approached the other car, crouching down and holding his hands out to the whimpering ball underneath.

"Hey, 's alright. 'M not gonna hurt you."

The whimpering ceases and out comes a small Pomeranian, covered in dirt, shaking in fear as he crawls into Harry's arms.

He inspects the small dog, seeing no collar to identify him. Right then he makes a decision. Y/N. Maybe this would be good for her...

"How about y' come home with me. Would you like that?"

The small ball of fluff barks in his arms, wagging his tail as Harry stands up, the dog barking in his arms as he returns to his car and unloads the cart into his car. He returns his cart to the cart return before proceeding to get into his car.

He settles himself in the drivers seat and settles the dog in the passenger seat. He quickly pulls out of the parking lot before making the small commute home. He pulls into his driveway and gets out of the car, quickly grabbing the bags he had bought earlier and making his way inside.

As he had expected, the downstairs is dark and quiet as he turns on the kitchen light and begins remove items from their bags, setting them on the kitchen island.

"Love! Will you please come down here for a sec?"

He yells through the house before quickly running back out to his car to grab her final surprise. He pulls the dog from the passenger seat, closes the door and locks it before heading back inside.

He stands in the doorway, his arms behind his back to hid the dog, and he sees Y/N walk into the the entry way. She's in one of his old t-shirts and some shorts,her eyes and cheeks red and puffy from crying. She looks to her boyfriend, a brow raised as she surveys his stance in the doorway.

"Why are you just standing in the doorway? Hurry up, it's cold."

He steps in and his arms move to the front of his body, revealing the dog in his hold.

Her eyes widen and he can't help but smile.

"Harry-"

"You've been wantin' a dog for a while now, right Y/N?"

Tears begin to spill from her eyes for the millionth time that day as she leaps to him, tackling him in a small hug. He laughs and holds her with one arm, the dog in the other.

The dog begins to lick her arm and she giggles, moving her hand to the top of his head before she starts to pet him.

"Oh Harry, where did you find him? He's so cute! But he's filthy!"

Harry nods and hands the dog to her, who then begins to lick all over the girl's face.

"I was just at the store gettin' some things when I found him. He was scared, no collar on him. So I thought maybe we could keep 'im."

She holds the dog close, despite his filth, and Harry takes the opportunity to grab her arm, dragging both her and the dog in to the kitchen. Her eyes rest on all the items on the island and she begins to tear up again.

"You did all this?"

He nods, a smile clear on his face.

"I wanted t' help you unwind, lovie. I hate seein' you cry. Tomorrow, we'll go to the store and get some things for this one. Starting with some food and maybe some soap for a bath!"

He pets the dog and is licked on the hand in return, causing the to laugh.

"So what are y' gonna name him, Y/N?"

She thinks for a minute before smiling and she starts to pet the dog again.

"How about Bean? Is that your name boy? Bean?"

The dog barks once more and licks her cheek.

"Welcome home, Bean. Mum and Dad love you so much already."

For the rest of the night, Harry curls up with his girl, watching movies, eating snacks and cuddling with their baby. Nothing could be better than that.

WC 964

Hope you enjoyed lovelies! Please like and reblog! Requests are open! Smut shot coming soon!

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romantiqueofthemind · 2 years

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Hosting (formerly Untitled Harry Blurb)

Hellloooo!!! First off, I’ve missed you all so much! I’m working on some more fics rn as we speak, but here is an untitled Harry Blurb that I wrote last week? Idk but it’s fluffy and cute so Enjoy!

Warnings: NONE!

Word Count: <1000 (less than 1000 for those of you who are bad at math like me lol)

"Come here bubs." You said calmly as you carefully lifted your son out of his high chair covered in Spaghetti sauce. He had turned over his dinner from being fussy and kicking around. You quickly took him to his nursery and undressed Henry from his messy onesie. You grabbed an emerald green onesie with a picture of a dinosaur on it and dressed the toddler. You loved him in that color, it really brought out how green his eyes were. You held him in your arms and shushed him gently as you stroked his light brown hair. Every day it seemed to amaze you how much he looked like his father.

You noticed the time, a reminder hitting you that it was time to turn on the TV. You took Henry into the master bedroom where you and your husband slept and set him down so he was sitting between your legs on the bed. You both were facing the large TV on the wall as you grabbed the remote, turned it on, and put in the channel number for CBS. Henry looked around your room. He hardly ever was in here, usually he was in his nursery room, the living room or the kitchen. He looked around and noticed your husbands side of the bed, noticing the objects on his nightside table next to the bed. Almost immediately, the boy started to get fussy again as tears welled up in his eyes. Henry started crying and kicking his feet against the bed in a similar fashion to the way he had when he was in his highchair. "Awww bubs... Shhh its okay. What's wrong sweetie?" You asked before crossing your legs and setting the toddler in your lap, doing your best to calm him. Your eyes shifted towards the TV as you heard the program start. "All the way from Holmes Chapel, Cheshire, Give it up for a Mister Harry Styles!" You looked up to see a purple curtain pull back to reveal Harry wearing a dark emerald velvet suit, almost black.

"Lookie bubs! Look! Who's that?" You said pointing to the TV, the toddler turning his attention to the TV that displayed a smiling Harry Styles in front of a studio audience clapping and cheering. Henry looked up at the TV, his tears had stopped and his glazed emerald green eyes staring up at the TV in amazement. The moment Harry looked into the camera and smiled, blowing a quick kiss towards it, Henry's face immediately lit up. He smiled widely as he giggled, his arms moving up and down out of excitement. "Dada!" the toddler exclaimed. You couldn't help but giggle a bit yourself. Henry was so adorable and you loved him more than anything. "Yeah! It's Daddy! Can you wave and say hi to Daddy?" You smiled as you waved to the image of your husband on the screen, your son soon copying your movements. He then turned back to face you, a wide smile spreading across his face. He looked so much like Harry, it was nearly too much for you sometimes.

Henry squealed and bounced up and down on the bed with excitement any time Harry would do something cute, or told a joke to get the audience to laugh. You absolutely adored how Henry idolized Harry, and vice versa. Even before Henry was born, Harry was absolutely ecstatic when he found out you were pregnant. He immediately picked you up in a hug and spun you around until you started to get dizzy before he called his sister, mum, and gran in a merged call as he went upstairs and shouted "M' GOING TO BE A DAD!" You couldn't help but laugh at how cute Harry was. It was one of the things you loved about him, how it seemed like you were married to a literal child, but it was amazing.

Your attention went back to the TV as Harry said "We have a great show for you tonight but first I wanted to give a quick message to my wife and son who are watching at home tonight. Y/n, baby I love you and I'm so proud of you. Thank you for making me a dad, I am eternally grateful." The audience clapped and cheered for a moment before Harry continued. "To my son, Henry, I love you so much bubs. You are the center of my universe and I would do anything to keep you smiling and happy always. Love you lots bud, I'll see you both very soon." Your eyes welled up with tears of happiness as you placed a kiss on your sons head and blew a kiss to the TV. You glanced back and fourth between the TV and Henry, just absolutely beaming at the two loves of your life. You were incredibly proud of Harry for all he has accomplished and how hard he's worked, and of Henry for only being 10 months old and being so interested in everything Harry does. You could tell that Henry would turn into an amazing kid with all of the best qualities of his dad.

Let me know if you guys want more Harry Styles Blurbs! This was really cute to write and I want to do more cute blurbs like this! Maybe I can do some with Austin? Lmk what you guys think!

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sunflowrrvollou · 1 year

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#anniversary #long hair harry will always be missed #her blinks are so gentle and pretty #lhh #long hair harry #harry #harry styles

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lonely-teddy-bear · 2 years

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I know you’re not doing requests right now. But I just had to send this while I was thinking about it. What about something with you being out at a club with Sarah, Mitch and Harry- you and Harry are just friends cause you had recently met. You and Sarah are on the dance floor when a guy gets too aggressive with you and Harry swoops in the get him away from you and make sure you’re ok. Maybe being touchy with each other after and maybe it turning into something from there. -🍯

a/n: oh honeyyyy this with lhh !!! enjoy bestieeee. this had been in the drafts for a while fyi lol

pairings: jealous!lhh x f!reader

wc: over 2k

warnings: the audacity of men not taking no for an answer, aggression, fighting, little to no smut just some touching and kissing.

Loud music surrounded the bodies of hundreds, moving theirs hips and heads to the sound of the music. The cold air and the music was the first thing that Y/n noticed but didn’t have time to enjoy it, to inhale it into her blood stream. She was being dragged away by the hand into the dance floor, Sarah having wanting to go dancing for so long and decided that tonight was the night. Y/n wasn't a fan of clubs but if the drinks were free and she was with he friends than what could go wrong? She loved the feeling of the alcohol in her system, the sweat already dripping down her body.

While they danced together, laughing at the moves they did together, Harry was with Mitch on the side of the dance floor. They watched them but as well talked to each other and to other guys that decided to join them believing that Harry and Mitch were watching some random girls. But to Harry Y/n was anything but random.

Y/n knew that she was being watched, Sarah having pointed out how Harry was looking at her most of the time and how there was guys around looking. It could have been because of the the tight black skirt and the of the shoulder grey shirt she was wearing, along with some black boots. Y/n was the definition of not caring, wasn't one to dress up or down but she dressed in the most easy going way but in her own style. Although her style did change a lot and it secretly was because of Harry.

Harry was going through his rocker phase and Y/n couldn't help but to change her style as well, for her liking but deep down she did it just to try to get his attention.

Of course whatever she did caught his attention. Especially right now when a man who didn't look any older that 30 was going towards her. It wasn't rare for a man to go up to her and dance with her but it never really happens when Y/n is with Sarah because most of the time people would get the memo.

But not this man. He only saw a beautiful woman, dancing with her friend probably because she didn't have a man to dance with, or so he thought.

The minute the hands touched her waist and the sudden whispering to her ear, she jumped and pushed him away. "Hey man, back off." Y/n said, not wanting to give him the impression that she was into him because she was not.

"Awe come on baby, don't be like that. I see the way you're dancing with your friend. You're lonely, you need a man to dance with." The man tried grabbing her arm again but Sarah pushed them away, telling him to fuck off but he didn't seem to take a hint because he laughed and grabbed Y/n's waist.

"Dude I said fuck off, I am not interested." Y/n started trashing around, pushing him away as hard as possible. As many people as there was around it seemed as if no one was paying attention or they just didn't care at all. "Calm down you bitch, I'm doing you a favor." Y/n gasped and punched the man in the nose, finally letting her go but didn't have a chance for the man to react because he was being turned around and being punched again. Y/n back away, Sarah running to her and grabbing her into a side hug.

"I called the guys over. It's okay now." it was not okay, for Y/n it wasn't okay, because this would have gone wrong if Sarah or Harry wasn't there, hell even if Mitch wasn't there. This had been one of the reasons why she didn't like clubbing, because things like this could happen at any minute. Yet it happened while she was with a friend.

"SHE SAID NO AND YOU STILL TOUCHED HER? YOU FUCKING PRICK."

Y/n and Sarah were looking at Harry screaming and punching the man, Mitch trying to hold him back but looked at the girls helpless because no one wanting to step in. The bouncer was no where to be seen but it wouldn't help either because Harry was well known at the bar, so this wasn't a first.

Sarah pulled Y/n to the side, trying to get her away from the commotion and to that she drank, not wanting to remember the night and hope that enough alcohol in the system would make the feeling of the mans touch go away. She was feeling gross, wanting to scrub her body raw but knew she had to wait to get home. While y/n was drinking Sarah was speaking about how man are so disrespectful to woman but y/n wasn't listening to her. She was just drinking and listening to the deafening music.

The feeling of a hand on her shoulder snapped her out and caused her to jump, throwing her drink to the person.

"Holy shit, Y/n, it's me. Sorry for scaring you." Y/n quickly placed her glass down and grabbed as many napkins as possible while mumbling how sorry she was. Y/n wasn't paying attention on what she was doing, only that she needed to clean Harry because she wet him with her drink. Her hands were shaking and she kept mumbling how sorry she was but all that Harry cared about was whether if she was fine or not.

Harry lightly pushed he hands away from where they were in his shirt, almost having them unbuttoned. He placed his hands on her the side of her face and made her look up at him.

"Breath, Y/n. You are okay, I'm here now. Let's go get you cleaned up." At first, Y/n was confuse as to why she would need cleaning but then saw where Harry was looking. Her hand had been bruised and some blood were on it, from hitting the guy in the nose. She hadn't known she had done some damage, only knew that Harry had continued the conflict.

The walk over to the bathroom was silent, mostly because the loud music was getting in the way and the talking was annoying at that point. They both wanted to get out of the place, wanting to be home or just in a secluded place, anywhere but the club. But the closest thing that they could find was a unisex bathroom and no one questioned them or tried stopping them when they went in together. After the scene most people knew about what had happened and who to avoid.

Closing the door behind and locking it, Harry walked Y/n over to the sink, her looking around the bathroom amazed of how it looked. It wasn't a dirty bathroom but it made sense since the club was a well known and hard to get in club.

It had white tiles but there was red lighting which made it look good and not dark. The toilet was straight forward and the sink was on the side, having enough space for a person to do their whole makeup, or have a person to sit on. Harry did just that. Picked up Y/n and placed her gently on the counter, looking at her in the eyes to make sure she was okay.

Y/n was perfectly fine, in fact she was past fine. The previous events already forgotten and her mind right on the person that was currently wetting a paper towel next to her. She couldn't believe what was happening but also it was only happening because of the situation.

Harry placed himself in between Y/n legs, neither of them noticing of the position they were in but they could feel the tension because it was there and obvious and the stupid lighting was making it worse. Their heartbeats were beating fast and they swore that they both could hear each others breathing get faster and deeper. But Harry was too focused on the bruised and bloodied hand that he didn't care if Y/n could hear his heart beating for her. In fact he wanted her to hear it. Y/n in the other hand was staring at Harry, seeing how his jaw would clench and his eyes are focusing on her hand, making sure not to hurt her and inspecting it, making sure it wasn't broken.

"Can you wiggle your fingers for me?" Y/n nodded, looking at Harry in the eyes but Harry smiled at her waiting for her to do it.

"Oh right," she blushed and looked down to her hand which had moving fingers. "Sorry," she whispered.

Harry moved her head back up to look at him with his bloody hand under her chin. "You need to stop being sorry for things that aren't your fault. None of this is your fault and you need to stop apologizing for every little thing." Sorry was on the tip of her tongue but held back and instead nodded. Harry moved his hand away and placed it on her knee. Y/n gasped and held his hand up close to her, trying to see his injuries.

"Oh god Harry, are you okay?" She quickly tried to get off the counter wanting to go get some wet towels but Harry stopped her, shaking his head at her. "I'm okay, love. You are the one I'm cleaning, not the other way around." Without intention, y/n pouted. She wanted him to be clean and take care of him but he wasn't going to let her, not when it was his choice on doing it.

"Well can I at least dry your shirt?" Y/n gave Harry puppy eyes, hoping that he would just let her do it but even that he wouldn't let her do.

He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, not looking away from each other. Harry removed his shirt and threw it to the side of the sink, causing Y/n looking at the material feeling the need to wash it.

"Leave it, y/n." So she did and looked back at him. He was looking good under the red lights, the sweat on him made him look hotter under the light and y/n couldn't help but to close her legs and crossing them together, wanting to relief the tension between her legs.

Harry noticed, his eyes got darker, or it could have been the lighting but what was obvious was the clenching of his jaw. He slowly walked back towards her and slowly moved his hands towards her knees up to her thighs. "How are you feeling?"

She didn't know if he meant emotionally or physically because either way she was feeling the same. Hot, in pain and aroused. She had touched herself to the thought of him and dreamed about this exact moment but she never knew that it would happen. Neither of them knew that they liked each other and when Harry saw another man touch his girl he knew he couldn't let it go. No man was going to touch what was his and he wanted to let them know. With a nod from Y/n, Harry pushed her legs apart and placed himself in the middle, the need to be closer to her winning.

Without hesitation, Harry leaned in and kissed her. A moan escaping from both of their throats, the feeling of each other finally coming true. The kiss was gentle at first but then Harry moved his hands up to her waist and pulled her closer. Her skirt rose up higher, her legs being exposed and the only thing in between each other was his pants and her underwear. The feeling of her covered center touching his waist made her moan, Harry's tongue going into her mouth, tasting the rum on her lips and the sweet taste of cherries from where she was eating them earlier. He couldn't have wanted this more than he does right now and knowing he was the one kissing her and making her moan out to him turned him on. He wanted to fuck her in the counter but knew that he wanted to do it with her for the first time in his bed, or her bed. As much as both of them wanted to rip each others clothes in the bathroom in a popular club they wanted their privacy.

Harry moved one of his hands up to her head, slightly grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, moving his lips from her lips down her jaw and to her neck. He wanted to make her his, it was all he wanted and it was the only thing that was running through his mind. Meanwhile, Y/n was enjoying the slight groping of her dream man, her right hand was on Harry's head, pulling on his hair as well but couldn't help but to move her left hand down to in between them, touching the bulge that was poking her leg.

At the feeling of her hand touching him he stopped kissing her neck, moaning out her name. "Y/n, stop. Not here."

She wanted to ask why but knew that he was right. Not in this bathroom, not while we have blood and alcohol in our body.

Harry looked her deep in the eyes, his hands resting on the counter next to her legs, leaning in towards her. He glanced at the mark in her neck, a smirk appearing in his face, looking proud of his work.

"Now everyone will know you belong to me."

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hsonlyangelxo · 1 year

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I'm still not over it.

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haileybeehappy · 2 years

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Couch Locked

Yet another Long Hair Harry Fanfic

Summary : You are pretty much in love with your best friends brother and your first time getting high you release some secrets.

Warnings : smut, smoking

Word Count : 4.5k

You had never gotten high before but your best friend was probably the biggest stoner you ever met. Well besides her brother Harry. You had never seen him not high. He was also like the most beautiful man you had ever seen. That has nothing to do with it but it just needed to be said.

So, here you were on your best friend Gemma’s bed. About to smoke weed for the first time ever. You were perched at the end of the bed. She was pulling the smoke through to the pipe of a bong so you could clear it out. The both of you knew that had no chance pulling it all the way through. You reach for the glass and she passes it into your hands.

“I’m so excited!” Gemma squeals through some light coughing. The warm glass sits in your hand as you psych yourself up. You empty the air out of your lungs and go to move your mouth to the top of the pipe. And Inhale.

Twenty minutes later you had finally stopped coughing. You were just laying in her bed with your feet hanging off. The world was spinning and the TV sounds garbled. Gemma’s voice cuts through the static.

“Are you hungry?” you very quickly move your head to look at her.

“Fuck yes,”

“I’ll make you some food,” she laughs. You slowly rise off the bed and move to follow her. The world instantly starts moving. Almost like you’re standing in the waves at the ocean. You can feel the floor moving out from under you. You instantly shoot to the wall to keep your balance and you make your way out of the bedroom.

You hear a chuckle behind you. You look back behind you. Harry is standing against his door frame. His bare shoulder resting against the wood. Because this man was pretty much almost always shirtless.

“Finally got high huh?” you nod and quickly look away. Hiding the blush that was rising on your cheeks. “Are you gonna make it down the stairs?” you hear him shift and then feel his hand on your arm. “Please let me help, I wouldn’t forgive myself if something bad happened to you. You can feel your heart melt.

“Okay,” you whimper.

“Thank you,” He grasps your arm and then slowly moves his hand down and across your back to rest on your waist. Your arm goes around him to do the same.

“Thank you,” he then slowly helps you down the stairs. You make it to the couch in a record time of five minutes and Gemma has already started on the food. You have no idea what she is making but it smells AMAZING!

“Gemma I fucking love you,” she laughs.

“Why is that y/n?” Harry plops down on the couch next to you.

“You’re the best,” you groan. “I can’t wait to eat,”

“What about me?” Harry asks. “I’m not the best?” a smirk resting on his lips.

“You’re pretty good but you’re not making me food,” his smirk drops.

“Well then. If that’s what it takes,” He starts to get back up. You grab his wrist and pull him back to the couch.

“No, don’t leave me. I don’t want you to go?” you whimper out.

“Why is that Y/n?” You sigh. You have yet to let go of his hand. You then intertwined his fingers with yours.

“I just want you here,” You squeeze his hand.

“Okay I’ll stay,” he tightens his grip on your hand. He grabs the remote from the arm of the couch and clicks on the TV. “Whatcha wanna watch?” you just shrug your shoulder

“I can barely see. I couldn’t even name a show right now,” he chuckles.

“Family guy it is,”

“How about no?” he chuckles.

“Fine,” he continues scrolling through the options. “Disney?” you tighten your grip on his hand.

“Oh my god yes,” you look over at him and smile. “Hannah Montana?” He cocks a lazy smile.

“Of course my love,”

“My love,” you mimic his accent. He bumps his arm on yours.

“You're making fun of me?”

“Yes,” he just laughed. “I mean you have that accent. So does Gemma but hers isn’t as sexy,”

“Sexy huh?” a blush spreads across your face.

“Oh definitely,” you nod. “I mean the hair,” You reach to his head and grab at the bun on top of his head. (LHH is superior so idc) “That fucking smile,” you move your hair to his face. “And fuck, your shoulders,” you almost let out a moan.

“Here is your food,” Gemma hands you a plate of fried shrimp. “Freshly made,” she smiles and hands Harry a plate too. “For my snotty little brother,” she smiles.

“Thanks Gem,” he smiles. She plops on the couch across from you. You are completely zoned in on the shrimp and don’t come out of your phase until you finish the last shrimp. You look up at Gemma and she has a wild smile on her face.

“That took you a whole hour and a half to eat,” you look over at the clock but you can’t focus on the numbers so you look back at her.

“It was good. Delicious actually,” You lean forward and go to place the plate on the coffee table, leaning forward you almost fall. Harry's hand comes around your waist and catches you. “I think I need to go to bed,” Gemma laughs,

“I think so too babe,” she starts to get up off the couch to help you.

“I got her,” Harry declares and pops up off the couch and goes to help you.

“No, no,” you whine and smack his hands off you. “I wanna do it myself,” you stand up and instantly start falling to the ground. Harry catches you yet again and holds you up.

“Okay so I am gonna help you,” Harry whispers in your ear and sends shivers down your spine. You can’t find the words so you just nod. “Good girl,” he whispers even quieter so Gemma can’t hear.

“Holy shit,” you whimper. Harry helps you up the stairs and damn. Even if you weren’t high your legs would still be wobbly. Like what the fuck Harry. Why would you say that? “I just wanna lay down.” you groan about halfway up the stairs.

“I am getting you there honey,”

“You’re going to slow,” you whine in response.

“Well you are the one that’s going slow babe,”

“Stop with the pet names. That’s not nice. Tease,” he chuckles.

“It bothers you?” you nod. A bubble caught in your throat. “Why?” the two of you are at the top of the stairs now. “I can feel you trembling babe, and I don’t think it's the weed,” you shake your head. “No? I can’t hear you Y/n,”

“It’s not from the weed,”

“So good for me Y/n,” he has his hands wrapped around your waist. You are still frozen with your hands barely touching his chest. “Now let’s get you to bed,” in one quick move he hoists you up over his shoulder and to Gemma's room. You are plopped down on the bed with a squeal. “Goodnight Y/n,”

“I don’t wanna sleep anymore,” you grab at his arm. “Come cuddle me,” you pull him towards you.

“I am not cuddling you in my sisters bed while you are high Y/n,”

“What about in your bed while I'm high?” you move to sit up and he pushes you down back onto the bed.

“Not tonight Y/n we can talk in the morning when you’re sober,” an amused smile on his face,

“But I am not gonna be brave enough in the morning,” you scootch back in the bed.

“Why is that Y/N?”

“Because.” you stand up on your knees and waddle walk to him. “You are a very attractive man,” you are now almost eye to eye with him. “You walk around without a shirt like all the time. I think I have seen you more without a shirt than with a shirt honestly,” you bring your hands up to his chest. “But of course you’re wearing a shirt now,” You pull at the fabric on his abdomen.

“Is that it?” he asks. His hands coming over yours. Holding your small hands in his. You could feel his heart thrumming in his chest.

“And your voice,” you throw your head back in a groan. “Your fucking voice. Sends shivers down my spine,” he leans in. You can feel his breath on the side of your neck.

“Keep it coming princess,” his hands squeeze yours. “You’re just feeding my ego.” that coaxes a laugh out of you.

“You are such an ass,” You shake free of his grasp and fall back into the bed. “I’m going to go to bed before I say more things that will embarrass me in the morning,” He chuckles and grabs the blanket at the end of the bed and tosses it over you.

“I’ll see you in the morning princess,”

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A very annoying noise pulls you out of your sleep. Almost like gunfire? You turn over in bed and let out a groan. The noise continues. That’s definitely gunfire. You shoot up straight in the bed.

“Well good morning beautiful,” Gemma pipes. “You slept for,” she looks over at the clock. “Sixteen hours. Damn,” You take in your surroundings. Gem is sitting next to you on the bed. The tv on her dresser is paused displaying the visuals of some gorey zombie movie.

“Why would you let me sleep that long?” You toss the blanket off you. You feel like you’re cooking.

“Bitch I tried to wake you up three times. I even called mom to come in and check your pulse,” she laughs. She then presses play and turns her attention back to the movie. Your stomach rumbles. You slide out of the bed and stretch when your feet hit the floor.

“Well I am starving!” you grab your phone off th charger and head towards the kitchen. You decide it’s a breakfast at two in the afternoon kinda day so you start to make yourself some eggs. You basically live at Gem’s house so you are pretty comfortable making yourself food and stuff like that. You can hear someone coming down the stairs and assume it’s Gem until you feel arms come around your waist. Your breathing comes to a stop and your heart jumps into your throat.

“Glad to see you’re alive,” You feel Harry’s breath on your neck. Goosebumps prickle at your skin. You feel red hot where his hands rest at your waist.

“Me too,” is all you can muster out. After a very awkward length of time.

“How’d you sleep?” He asks moving in closer. Now his entire body is pressed up against you.

“Really well apparently,” you whisper. It just feels like a whispering moment.

“Good,” he rests his head in your shoulders. “So ho did you like being high?” He chuckles

“I enjoyed it,” you feel like you can’t breathe. In the best way. “Pretty sure I embarrassed myself,” his thumb has started to rub back and forth at the exposed skin at the hem of your shirt.

“You didn’t do anything embarrassing I don’t think,” you can feel his smile against you. The eggs you have been trying to focus really hard in are finally done and you move to take the pan off the stove which causes Harry to release you from his hold.

“I can remember some things that maybe shouldn’t have been said,” you shrug while you pile the eggs on to the plate and plop a French toast into the pan. You turn back to take a look at Harry. He is wearing black sweats and a plain t shirt. Still looks like he could be a Calvin Klein model.

“I don’t know y/n. What do you remember saying?”

“Things I will not repeat,” you turn back to your food and flip the French toast over.

“Come one y/n you gotta give me something,” he teases.

“I have nothing to say to you. I barely know you,” you lie.

“Y/n you practically live here. I see you pretty much everyday. You may not know me but I definitely know you,” he is now next you you. You finish up your food and begin to plate it. You move to walk away and he grabs you lightly causing you to stop.

“What do you want Harry?” You whine

“I wanna bend you over this counter and fuck you till you can’t walk,” your breath catches in your throat. “But I can’t risk Gem or mom walking in and seeing. That wouldn’t be fun,” you just stare at him. Dumbfounded. “Would you like that? Would you like being bent over and fucked so hard you can’t walk princess?” You nod. “I need words y/n,”

“Yes,” you muster

“Yes what?” Harry is now right in front of you. The only thing separating you is the plate of food you just made.

“Yes Sir,” Harry then quickly grabs the plate and basically flings it onto the counter grabs you by the back of your hair and brings your lips to his and kisses you. You melt into his mouth and let out a moan. You bring your hands up to his chest then wrap around his shoulders. His hands grasp at your waist and pulls you closer to him. Before you know it your sat up on the counter with Harry between your legs. Just as he runs his clothed length onto you footsteps make their way down the stairs. Harry takes a big step back and you jump off the counter. You grab your food and sit at the table. Gemma rounds the corner right as you take your first bite.

“I’m gonna run to the store and get some things for dinner, you wanna come y/n?” Gem asks. Keys in hand.

“No I’m okay.Gonna finish my food and probably go home so I can shower,” you stab another bite of eggs and bring the fork to your mouth.

“Okay well I’ll see you later then,” she gives you a smile and turns to leave. You wave at her and as soon as the door closes behind her Harry is sitting at the table next to you.

“She won’t be back for like an hour?” he suggests. You smile and stab a piece of french toast to your mouth.

“Gives me time to eat,” you laugh. He leans back in the chair and just watches you. You slowly eat your food. Basically nibbling at it. He groans and shoves the plate away from you and before you know it you are over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. “Hey I was eating!” you laugh. Which is met with a soft swat on your ass.

“It’ll be there when you’re done.” you wiggle in his hold making it harder to carry you. “You better stop that before you get hurt,” You wiggle harder and his hand swats at your ass again. This time quite a bit harder. It reveals a moan from you. “Oh you like that huh?” He smacks your ass again and then you are plopped down on his bed. You can’t help but smile up at him. It’s really happening. You’ve been dreaming of fucking this man since he brough Gem lunch, Literally since the first time you had seen him you had wanted to feel what it liked to be under him.

“What’s the smile for Y/n?” he asks. You just shrug. His hand scoops up your chin and makes you look him in the eye. “Come on, use your words y/n,” you take in a much needed breath.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time I saw you Harry,” a smile breaks across his face.

“Ditto y/n,” a blush creeps up your neck and across your cheeks. “I was picking Gem up from work and you were walking to your car. And I don’t know. Everything about you turned me on. Hell I wanted to bend you over the hood of your car and make you scream while all of your co-workers watched,” you have a shit eating grin plastered on your face. “Well except Gem of course that would be weird,” and with that he leans down and kisses you, but you can’t help but laugh at the last comment.

“So you have wanted to fuck me longer then I’ve wanted to fuck you,” you chuckle.

“I guess I have huh?” He is now kissing you and slowly making his way over you. You have your back pressed flat against the mattress. Your lips locked with Harry’s. His hands locking your body under him. Your hands venture under his shirt and up his chest. His legs are now trapping your hips and he moves to sit up and removes his shirt in one movement. You look at his tattoos in a new light. The way they curve and move with his body. Bend and contorte as he rids himself of his clothes. You reach up and ghost your fingers over the ink engraved into his skin.

“You’re so beautiful Harry,” you whimper.

“I don’t even hold a candle to you Y/n,” His hand runs up the side of your body. Waist, hoovers over your breasts, shoulders, and then his fingers wrap around your neck. “Such a beautiful thing,” He then leans down and kisses you. Hard. Your arms wrap around the back of his neck in an effort to get closer to him. You need to be closer. You manage to get yourself out from under him and sit on his lap while he lays flat on the bed. You whip off your shirt and his hands come up to your waist, his fingers rubbing at your exposed skin.

Once you have your bra unclipped his hands move to your shoulders to rid your frame of the fabric. His long slender fingers bring the red straps down your arms.

“Fucking beautiful,” He reaches for ypur chest but gives you a look like hes asking for reassurance. You nod. His hands grab at you and his skin feels so warm against yours. You drop your dead back and let out a huff of air and roll your hips against his. Which causes Harry to hiss in pleasure. “Fucking shit I can’t wait to feel you princess,” his grasp on you tightens.

“Daddy please,” you whimper. He whispers some more curses under your breath. He reaches up and grasps you by your neck. You follow his lead. He has you now seated at the edge of the bed while he releases himself from his pants. Then taking off the black cloth completely leaving it on the floor in a puddle.

“Open,” you slowly open your mouth and his thumb slips between your lips and you instinctively begin to suck at his salty skin. “Such a good girl,” he groans. He pulls his thumb from your grasp and brings his hard member to your mouth, teasing the tip back and forth across your lips. You stick your tongue out and bring your hands to rest on his hip. You pull your legs onto his bed and sit on your feet. He pushes the tip past your lips and you instantly start to suck on him. He pulls at your hair and starts pushing and pulling your mouth against his cock. “Such a pretty little whore,” you look up at him and try to make eye contact but he has his head thrown back and his eyes shut tight. An angelic sight. You let out a little moan. He instantly looks down at you. “Look at you sucking daddies cock like a pretty little whore, look so good with daddy’s cock in your mouth,”

He pulls you off of him and pushes you back onto the bed and pulling you to the edge. His hands are at your waistband and pulls the pants off. Your knees fall to the sides and he slowly and very lightly guides his hands from your ankles to the hem of your panties. He is playing with the slightly damp fabric. Just barely slipping his fingers under the barrier. You thrust your hips up into his touch. “You want daddy to touch you?” he asks in a hushed voice. You nod. “Words princess,”

“Yes please daddy, let me feel you please,” you whine out.

“Good girl keep begging,” his hand moves closer to your center.

“Daddy please I just wanna feel you. I’ve been so good Daddy please I just need to feel you,” you arch your back up and grasp at the bed sheets in anticipation. He leans down and begins kisses over your clothed warmth.

“Okay Princess, such a good girl asking so nicely for Daddy,” he presses a harder kiss over your clit. “Such a pretty girl,” he whispers against your hidden skin. Like he wasn’t talking to you, like he was talking to your cunt.

He pushed the fabric to the side and dives into your center. You let out a moan and you let go of the sheets and grab onto the long curls in between your legs. “Fuck Daddy please that feels so good,” he continues to lap and suck at your damp folds. His fingers play at your entrance. You keep thrusting towards him. Wanting him closer and deeper. “Daddy please I wanna feel you,” He smiles against you and pushes into you. Your walls basically sucking him in. He laughs against your skin.

“So wet for Daddy, such a good girl,” you let your head fall back onto the mattress.

“Thank you daddy, thank you,” you whimper and whine as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. His fingers find the perfect spongy spot inside of you and he begins sucking on your clit and it makes you explode against his mouth. “Daddy please, Daddy yes,” you repeat and repeat as you ride out the orgasm. He kisses his way up your body and to your neck. You lean your head to the side so he can have access to more skin.

“Holy fuck such a pretty little thing,” he ruts himself against your exposed cunt. “Squirting all over Daddy like a good little whore,” you are in slight shock of the words he just said. “What you didn’t know you could squirt,” you shake your head. “Well you just soaked me baby,” He smiles and kisses you. You kiss him back just as hard. You can taste yourself on his lips. You groan against him.

“I need to feel you daddy, I wanna feel full,” he picks himself up and scampers across the rooms and starts ruffling through some drawers. You just sit on the bed and watch him. He makes a little noise and turns back to you with a smile on his face. Holding up a little foil and you laugh at him. He rips it open and rolls it down his length. You are kinds scared of his dick to be honest. He's about average length but he is definitely going to stretch you out. You pick yourself up off the bed and lean into kiss him as he makes his way to the bed. He continues to kiss you as you bring the two of you down to his bed. He crawls over you and places himself in between your legs.

“You ready princess?” he asks

“Yes. Please Daddy. Please,” he kisses you as he pushes into you. Very slowly. You both gasp at the feeling of him pressing through the barrier. Your slick walls let him in nice and easy with little resistance. He groans against your mouth and you feel his hips thrust against you. You wrap your legs around him and pull him into you completely. You let out a very loud moan at the feeling.

“Holy fuckin shit y/n,” Harry moans into you. He stays there while you adjust to his size. After a few moments he begins to slowly pull all the way back out. Then slowly bottoms out again. “So wet and warm for me baby,” He begins to slowly pick up the pace. Pulling himself all the way out and going balls deep back. The little whimpers you make turn into moans as he thrusts harder and harder. You are raking your nails down his back as he destroys you.

“Daddy please,” is all you can make out. Over and over. His hands make his way to your center and start to play with your clit. Your orgasm is coming closer and closer.

“Come on, baby give it to me,” those words send you over the edge. Your vision goes spotty as you scream his name over and over. You clench around him your orgasm sending your legs into shivers. “So good for me. Such a good little whore,” His hips start to stutter against yours. He lets out little groans and gasps as he releases himself into the condom deep inside of you. Your breathing starts to even out as he collapses onto you. Falling to the side as he rests his head on your chest. You wrap your finger in his hair and begin to brush the hair out of his face.

“Harry,” you let out a breath. Sounding astonished.

“Yea,” he lets out a laugh. He sits up and pulls the condom off. He ties off the end and tosses it into the trash by his desk and crawls back over to you. Wrapping himself around you and pulling you to his chest. His arms enveloping you. “You really are beautiful,” his hand swipes at your cheek. Your face flushes. “So beautiful,” you shake your head and look away from him. “Don’t look away from me princess. I just wanna see you,” and the two of you lay in bed together for a while before you get up to go to the bathroom. When you come back clothed in his discarded t-shirt. He is sitting at his desk with a pipe in his hands smoking a bowl. You smile at the view of him and walk over and sit yourself on his lap. He wraps his arms around you and looks up at you. He smiles and some of the smoke he's holding leaks out of his mouth.

You pull him into you and kiss him. He releases the smoke from his lungs and you inhale deeply. You hold it for as long as you can. Then you cough a few times and he rubs your back.

“Such a good girl,” He places a few kisses on your neck. “My good girl,” he rubs his hands on your thighs.

“Yours?” He smiles.

“Please?” you nod.

“All yours,” he smiles and pulls you in for another kiss.

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