#harry styles x black!reader
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Please…Mr. Ghostface
[ A/n ] - please be warned this is 18+ but please enjoy : )
[ Pairing ] - Boyfriend!Harry x Reader!
[ Genre ] - smut
Y/n comes home to a gift wrapped box from Harry and what’s inside might be worth a scream or two
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“Don’t move another inch.” Harry sat at the edge of the bed with his hands resting between his spread knees. He stared at you through the mesh of the mask he wore. It was his idea. Role play was never your thing but if the masks had anything to do with it you could get into it.
“Get down, on your knees.” His voice was so strong. So deep like he was speaking with lust behind every word. You came into the bedroom after your shower thinking you were going to be getting ready for dinner. You we’re instead greeted with a pristine white box with a note written on top.
“Crawl for me.”
When you opened the box all you found was a brand-new lingerie set. The Lacey bra on the top. And the lacy bottoms on the second layer. And the mask sat underneath the last layer of parchment paper. You took in a sharp breath as you lifted it up and read the second note attached “I’ll be ready for you, and I want you to be ready for me.”
“Yes, Mr. Ghostface.”
You had to stop yourself from moaning audibly when you saw him sitting waiting for you to get ready. Dressed in all black clothes that you set out for him to wear to dinner. A black button down that hugged his arms exactly right when he had the sleeves rolled up like you like. Exposing his tattoos that you were running your hands over right now as you sat panting at his feet. Black slacks held up by a glossy black belt that were tight around his thighs and of course we can’t forget the mask. His cherry on top that you couldn’t wait to pop. It took everything in him to keep composure as he watched you crawl across the floor for him. Your ass looks impeccable in the black lace and the bra fit your tits perfectly.
Harry almost let out a whine because of the look you were giving him. Your perfect little face perched on his thigh. Your fingers danced around his belt buckle. Your eyes looked at him like you were asking permission. He nodded up and down letting you know it was okay. A deep sigh left his lips as you unbuckled and unzipped his pants. His dick had been growing in his pants since he saw you dressed in the doorway.
Your hands were warm as they reached past the waist band of his boxer briefs. You were practically drooling when you took it out of the confines. He was pretty and his dick was nothing less. A long shaft and pink as his lips at the tip.
“Fuck.” He couldn’t keep it in the anticipation was too much. Harry let out a strangled moan as you kissed the tip. You smirked as you slicked a strip up from the base to the tip leaving another kiss at the tip. “Fuck, baby.” Harry said as you palmed him in your hands.
He groaned as you bobbed your head. You pull off with a soft popping sound. Tilting your head to the side you lick up the side of his member. As you reach the top you look up to meet Harry’s gaze. His eyes were hidden but that didn’t stop you from looking though. He was so handsome. You imagined how His eyelashes would dance across his cheeks as his pupils darted back and forth even when his eyes were closed. Even when his expression was impossible to see you could tell he was enjoying himself from the moaned he let sip freely from his lips. Feeling a little bold you took him in your mouth again. You bobbed your head again and you took him as far as you could.
“Fuck baby, just like that.” Harry moved his hands down to your head. He wrapped his hand in to your hair as you lowered your mouth on to him. As he hit the back of your throat you gagged causing him to moan.
“Oh, that’s it. Keep going.”
You gagged around his cock once more and then lifted your head. You release your mouth around the tip with a pop. Looking up at Harry you tilt your head and kiss the wrist of the hand that was retreating from your hair. A smile briefly crosses his lips, and they bump against the mask. It took you no time at all to resume bobbing your head up and down his length. You lifted up to kiss the tip and then went down to suck on his balls. You gotta stop.
“Stop, Stop!” Harry put some feeling into his voice as he gripped your wrist to stop you from stroking his dick.
“I have so much more planned for you darling.” Harry stood and looked at you from the ground; he reached out and caressed your face with his fingers.
“Over there, y/n” Harry nodded over to the dresser where he wanted to have you. He spoke like he was commanding you and all you wanted was to obey. You looked at him from your spot on the bedroom floor. You stood before him in nothing but your bra and underwear set. When you moved, Harry moved as well. The two of you were in perfect sync. He stood close and his breath hit the edge of the mask making a menacing sound as he loomed over your face as if he was going to kiss you. You looked deep into the dark pits of the mask trying to see his eyes. His hand slipped around your neck. Your breath cut short, and a soft whine left your lips as you stared into the mask.
“Who do you belong to?”
His voice was unwavering as he spoke to you. You couldn’t help but smirk as he tightened his grip on you and squeezed your neck a bit harder. Your lips parted and your jaw loosened as his grip hardened.
“Don’t make me ask twice, baby you know I hate that. A good slut uses her words.”
The silence in the room built up and it scratched at Harry’s brain as he watched you. Tears welled up in your eyes and your hand reached up to rest on top of his. His hand fell from your neck, and you took a sharp breath. You had made a mistake. Looking away from him and leaving the smirk on your face pulled him back into the moment.
A hard smack met your ass cheek, the flesh stung. With one hand on your hip and one on your shoulder he moved you, so you were bent over the dresser. His hands moved to grip your hands and hold them behind your back. That mask was something else. Transforming your loving man into a domination machine. Harry huffed as he bent over to speak in your ear. He lifted his head and yours, so you were looking at each other. Your hair fell into your eyes a bit, but you focused enough to see the reflection.
“Are you going to behave now?” He chuckled as you whined again.
“Yes” your chest was pressed into the wood of the dresser as Harry pinned you down with his weight. Your deep breaths made your cleavage rise and fall dramatically. Harry tilted his masked face as he spoke again.
“Yes what?” His voice was firm and rough as he pressed into your back. You moaned as he grinded himself against you.
“Yes…Mr. Ghostface”
A smile etched its way across Harry’s lips under the mask after hearing you. With his own leg he kicked your legs apart. Sitting up harry laced his fingers under the fabric of your underwear. He tugged and pulled at the clothing until they fell down on your legs just enough to expose you.
“Please.” You cried out. Harry could see you were getting desperate, so he glided his fingers close to your clit without touching it. You squirmed trying to get him to touch you were you wanted but this wasn’t about you right now. He wanted to see how far he could push you. See how much you would put up with.
“Shh, just relax.” Harry spoke low as he lifted a hand and rubbed lightly against your back. You shivered as his fingers danced across the skin and then you felt two of his fingers slipping against you just past your nerves. They stretched into you, and you moaned so softly that Harry barely heard it.
You were heating up if you were being honest with yourself. A pit formed in your lower stomach and his teasing was doing nothing but making it ache. Something about the mask and how he was roughly handling you sent shockwaves through your body. You were bent over the dresser with your bra on and your underwear halfway down your legs and your boyfriends’ fingers inside of you. Moving his hand, Harry eased his middle finger inside you again. You felt him pump them in and out over and over. The slickness between your thighs spreading as the anticipation caught up to you. You laid your face down on the cool wood of the dresser as you waited for what was to come next.
“Stand up for me.” You sighed as you felt his fingers leave you, but you obeyed. Standing up you looked at yourself in the mirror. Sweat began to form on your temples and on your chest but before you could say anything harry was whipping you around to face him. He stood so tall in front of you. You trembled with excitement as he lowered onto his knees in front of you and moved to grip your calf. After removing your underwear Harry lifted one of your legs over his shoulder. It had to be a sin the way you almost melted at the sight of him in that position. Fingers glistening still from being inside you and your leg resting on his shoulder as he wore that black and white mask. Harry wasted no time in lifting your other leg to rest on his other shoulder as well. Did he know you would be able to stand once he was finished with you?
“Here let me help.” You reached down between your legs and lifted his mask so that his mouth was free. You were met with a menacing smile and a kiss to your wrist.
“The things that I am going to do to you, baby.” Harry breathed out against your navel. His fingers gripped the flesh of your thighs, and they wandered lower until he got to the place you needed him. Your breaths were uneven as you anticipated what he would do. Harry pushed the mask out of the way giving him a nice view of you. He spread your lips apart with his middle and index finger. A moan escaped your perfectly shaped lips when you felt his slender fingers, he glided a finger over your clit working you up and you tilted your head back in pleasure. He poked his tongue out and licked at you causing you to take in a sharp breath. Harry took that a sign to keep going and began to suck you into his mouth and prod at you until you were a mess underneath him. Your eyes flutter closed when Harry sucked particularly hard.
“Oh god.” You moaned out. Your face flushing as Harry continued, licking from your entrance to your clit. He teased you like this until you couldn’t keep still. A knot formed in your belly. Harry finally gave in and sucked your clit into his mouth swiping his tongue over the sensitive spot till you were panting like you just ran a marathon. The warmth you felt as Harry’s tongue was on you was incredible. You bucked your hips into his face as he sucked your clit into his mouth once more. His lips pulsing around the nerves making you cry out.
“Please Mr. Ghostface.”
Your hands tugged mercilessly at his mask. Harry moved one hand and used two fingers to help bring you to your release as he hummed against your clit. Harry thought that the two of you could stay like this forever. Pleasuring one another until all the time in the world was exhausted and nothing was left but the pair of you. Harry was everything to you and you would do anything for him but right now in this moment with your man between your thighs sending you to another dimension with his tongue you knew he would do anything for you.
“Mmm…” Harry let out a loud groan when you tugged on the exposed strands of his hair. A smirk shaped your face as you looked down to see two eyes staring back at you. He smirked and sucked your cum off his fingers. Harry’s eyes bared a challenging glance as he stood up. His hands returned to your thighs, and he held you close as you lowered the mask back down. You rested your hands behind his neck, and he pulled you away from the dresser.
Harry crossed the bedroom in just seconds. Long legs striding across the ground until the two of you reached his desired destination. The first thing that was remedied was your bra. After tossing you into the mattress he reached behind you with one hand and undid the clasp expertly. Harry to a second to appreciate how lucky he was to have you so gloriously naked in front of him.
“I need to fix this.” Harry spoke while you looked up at him from your spot on the bed. You weren’t sure what he meant until he moved you himself. His hands were rough has he flipped you over and pulled your hips up. You heard shuffling behind you and felt the mattress dip as Harry took the spot behind you. His slacks were pushed down just below his bottom and his shirt was unbuttoned allowing his skin to press directly into yours. A moan left both of in unison as he rubbed his tip along your slit and rubbed your clit with the end of his length. Your hips twisted as he kept rubbing against you. And then Harry thrusted in with no mercy. His hand was pressing to your back to deepen the arch.
“Ohm shit, right there.” You whined. Harry grunted and shifted his hips. He would be damned if you were going to do this to him. He picked up the pace and began drilling into you. Felling your stomach get tight you reached back to find your clit, but Harry slapped it away with his. You felt his fingers find your clit and rub into it.
“Fuck Harry, I want to cum so bad.” Harry immediately stopped. His hips stilled and his finger froze.
“What did you just say?”
“Please…Mr. Ghostface.”
“that’s what I though.” It was as though he went into hyper drive. His fingers and hips resumed in double time and your body began slipping forward. Harry abandoned your clit to yank you hips back in place. You practically screamed as his pace didn’t slow. “Come for me baby.” He said in your ear and instantly your body shuddered as your orgasm hit you. Having not cum yet Harry continued to thrust into you.
“Please…it’s too much.” You whined. At this point Harry was just chasing his own orgasm. His hips kept ramming into yours as he sank in and out. One hand left your hip and snatched the mask off his head, and it landed on the pillow beside your head.
“I’m almost done princes.” Harry forced out. You moaned in response as his thrusts fell out of rhythm. A second orgasm close because of the over-stimulation. You tightened your core and Harry moaned at the feeling.
His body slid down on top of you, and you tried turning to face him. Harry graciously leaned back and maneuvered your legs so he could see your face. There he was in all his glory leaning over you. Looking into your eyes he smirked and kissed your lips softly. You giggle as some of his hair fell in your face. His hands trailed up your body and he placed a Kiss to your nipple. You keen into Harry’s touch as he brushes his thumb across the other one grazing your nipple. You grind your hips into his to create friction between yourselves. Your actions elect a soft groan from Harry. Pulling him closer you moaned something incoherent into his ear.
“W-what?” Harry says as he slowed his pace down completely. Harry didn’t know what to think of what you said. You groaned as he dragged against you.
“I said, come inside. Please.” Your voice hoarse from screaming out before. Harry wasted no time after you said it again. His Hips resumed a steady rocking, and he was close to finishing. A grunt left his mouth before he thrusted back into you and released. The feeling sending you over the edge and another shudder runs through your body. Not even bothering to move out of the way you let Harry collapse on top of you.
“I think I’m going to keep that mask for next year.”
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Little Helpers
Harry needs a bit of help, and who's better than his two little gremlins...
90sRockstar!Harry × Reader
A/N- Happens wayyyyyyy long in the future, like at least 10 years after they meet. Harry and reader are in their mid 30s
Only Angel Masterlist // Masterlist
*****
It was your birthday.
And Harry was struggling.
You've been out in New York for last week or so for work while he has been staying home with kids.
To say they're pain in the ass is an understatement, but he made his bed (or hot tub), so he had to lay in it.
Harry was the "fun" parent, to say the least, cause he can't say no, and those gremlins even tho they're only four years old are way too good at getting things their way.
Meanwhile, you knew how to shut down something you knew they didn't need. Like the large Nerf gun, Harry got them in secret and then had to listen to you yell at him while those two giggled from the stairs in timeout.
But that wasn't the problem right now.
The problem was that the house was mess, the kitchen was mess, it was your birthday and he doesn't know how to cook, clean all at the same time while taking care of kids who are already running around in backyard.
It was times like these he was amazed by how his mother, and even you did everything so efficiently. Never once did he saw a thing out of place when you stayed with kids, and he had to go out.
(Maybe cause you made the kids clean up after themselves while he sees one look of their puppy eyes and melts)
He took a deep breath in and called for the kids, "Jack! Soph! come back inside" He yelled, which caught the twins' attention. Their little head snapped towards him, and soon enough, they were running in giggling still in their pjs.
Harry shook his head and walked back inside and saw them talking to themselves. They were literally each others best friends, always attached to the hip, partners in crime, and he hoped they're like this when they grow up.
"Kids, kids and kids!" He announced dramatically. Twins giggled again, "There is only two of us, dada. Why are you saying kids three times?" They looked at each other and laughed again at Harry's trying to be mad face.
"Hey smartasses listen to me." He flicked their head lightly, "It's your maa's birthday today"
The twins' eyes went wide, and then Soph jumped, screaming "birthday" making Harry laugh. "That means we will get cake?" Jack asked his dad.
"You will if you help me" Harry shrugged, "Whoever helps me out the most will get the bigger piece!" Harry said.
Twins looked at each other again and then their dad and nodded their head quickly, "I will help you" Jack said, "Me too" Soph said in tow.
"Well then, let's start with this room. Pick up all your toys and everything else and put them where they should be." He said, walking towards the kitchen sink. It was an open plan, so he could still see the kids while cleaning up the kitchen.
He looked at the clock, and it was still 4 hours left to your arrival. He could do it.
He hopes he can do it.
*****
Harry was surprised and amused when he looked up and saw two heaving toddlers sitting on the ground.
"Well done babies, you did such a great job" He said, squatting down to their level and kissing both of their heads.
"We know" They said together. Harry laughed at that cause even if the kids looked like him, their personality was yours. Sassy, witty and smart for their age.
"We put everything in different boxes so you could see who did more work, and my box is the most filled" Jackson said cockily and Soph rolled her eyes.
"I'm just going to steal more from dad's plate" she said without any care as much as Harry would like to think otherwise it was true. He lost his right to have his own food when he become father and he's okay with it (to certain level). Harry still very much amused with their banter over cake slice, goes to the kitchen, and fetches both of them their water bottles along with a bowl of fruits.
"Why don't you two drink some water and eat all those fruits and then come help me bake the cake?" Harry asked them immediately, getting nods as an answer from hungry babies.
He took out all the ingredients while the kids ate and arranged them, so it was easier for kids to "help" him.
Soon enough, they were all done with their snacks and were standing on the large wooden stool beside Harry, watching him make the cake. Both of them have large chefs hat on and custom matching aprons Harry got for all of them for when they would cook together on Sunday mornings.
He was in the middle of cracking egg when Sophie started to fuss, "Dada I want to do it too!" She said, pouting.
Harry brought the bowl in front of her and stood behind her holding her hand, which had egg in it, and then cracked it open and put it in the bowl. Sophie giggled, finding amusement in cracking eggs, which made Jack feel left out so Harry did the same with him too.
The kids helped him as much as they could, with bringing him stuff, and finally, the cake was in oven.
Jack and Soph sat in front of the oven watching the cake like hawk cause in their words, "we want it to be perfect like maa makes it". Harry cleaned the rest of the kitchen.
"C'mon babies bath time." He announced which much to kids displeasure meant they had to move away from the oven. Harry literally had to drag them upstairs with Soph in his left arm and Jack in right.
"You two are getting heavy for me to pick you up and roam around" he said, groaning at the feeling of back ache rising.
"No, you're just getting old, dada." The twins laughed. Harry rolled his eyes at them and flicked their heads.
"In the bath. Your maa will have my head if you two are dirty" He said, starting the warm bath of them.
*****
There have been times Harry felt proud of himself, and right now, as he watches the clean house, clean kids, and a not burned cake, he feels proud of himself.
Kids were watching TV in the living room when they heard the car pull up in the driveway, and everyone was set on their mission.
Harry quickly lit up all the candles. Meanwhile, kids stood in the position near the door with paper confetti in their hands to throw at you.
Meanwhile, you feel exhausted as you get out of the car. The fashion week of this year was hectic. You were so busy you didn't even remember it was your birthday until you opened he door.
Colorful confetti flew on your face as you heard "happy birthday" in unison. Your kids stood near the door with the biggest smile on their faces with your husband behind them with cake in his hand.
"Omg, thank you so much my little munchkin" you said, sitting down on your knees and pulling twins into tight hugs. All exhaustion and stress were lost as you saw your favorite people.
"Hey, I'm also here." You heard Harry whine, making three of you laugh.
"C'mon maa, we want cake!" Jack said, first making you laugh. You kissed both of their cheeks and stood up, walking towards your husband.
You pecked his lips and smiled, "Thank you, baby." you said with a warm smile matching his. "My absolute pleasure angel" He said, kissing you again.
"Those gremlins helped me, or I was ready to have a panic attack this morning," he said, chuckling.
You brought the cake to the kitchen, Harry stood beside you his arms around your waist, and kids stood on the stool on your other side.
"Maa make a wish!" Soph said. You nodded and wished for your family to stay just like this forever and blew the candles. Jack and Soph clapped while Harry leaned down and kissed your cheeks.
Cake slices were cut and put in plate for all four of you and as you and Harry stood in the kitchen with your head on his shoulder watching your kids banter over who's slice is bigger you never felt more content.
This is all you ever wanted.
*****
I think they're my favorite couple after Harry and Autumn.
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white coded fics be like: “he runs his fingers through your long silky hair, massaging your scalp until you fall into a deep slumber”
my black ass, my head wrap, and my bonnet:
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hsnews @/harrystyles seen walking with mystery woman
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harryfan1 who is she?
harryfan3 how do we even know this is harry?! ya’ll think any tall person is potentially harry styles
harryfan6 the height difference 🥹
harryfan7 how do you guys not know about yn?
| harryfan2 @harryfan7 im saying?! theyve been dating for like three years. how to people not know this?
harryfan10 she’s literally his girlfriend. harry just doesn’t post her. which is valid considering they’re both private people. she’s not even famous!
| harryfan37 @harryfan10 exactly. like, the little girl he was talking about three shows ago was their daughter. funny how people didn’t know this
| harryfan1 @harryfan37 rue, when was this?!
| harryfan37 @harryfan1 it’s her daughter from a previous marriage. we don’t know much just that the guy wasn’t a good person and isn’t involved in her life. but harry’s stepped up and i believe it’s even a video of her calling him dad. it’s so fucking cute!
harryfan22 crazy how most of his fans are just now finding out harrys a whole ass dad! like, i thought we found this out last year?!?!
| harryfan40 @harryfan22 im—like her account is private and everything! but apparently like three fans follow her and she’s occasionally post old photos of her and her daughter! i think one of them even said it’s a few photos of harry with their daughter. like our pookie is a dad 🥺
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hsnews harry tonight
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harryfan1 now knowing he’s a dad it makes so much sense how he’s been looking extra dilfy the last few years. wtf 😳
harryfan20 oh the outfit choices have been the best this tour
harryfan66 i need him to need me
harryfan33 what about yn?
harryfinedine was yn in the crowd?
harryedstyles im so invested in this whole ynxdadrry information
hsnews guys, i do not know anything about yn. i just found out myself, i swear! like its fucking crazy
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harryfan30 this is an old pap photo but she does get papped sometimes. it’s why it’s so shocking that people don’t know about her! like fans even stop her when they see her. yn is so unbelievably pretty. anyway, this is our mom 🥹
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harryfan2 omfg she’s so gorgeous 😍
user3 shes dating that ugly man?! she could pass for a model and shes dating harry fugly styles?!?!
| harryfan1 @user3 trash people with trash opinions are so fucking lame. i swear!
harryfan55 crazy how this is just now coming out?! i do not buy it one bit. this shit is basic pr
| harryfan30 @harryfan55 you can literally scroll through @harrynews post and eventually find photos from two years ago. it’s not just coming out of nowhere 🙄
| harrynews @harryfan55 ill even tag you in a few posts if that helps. yn and harry aren’t some stunt. she rarely gets papped unless with harry himself and that’s still very rare
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japan trip 🇯🇵
a/n: did an italy trip one now time for japan <33
*notharrystyles22 is harry’s private instagram*
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notharrystyles22 japan get away 🪩
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jefezoff invite me next time
↳ harrystyles mhmmm :)
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yourinstagram just me and you…
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harry_lambert sweet sue
harryupdates37 adorable !!
enewsasia welcome to japan ❤️
↳ yourinstagram 🥰🥰🥰
petrafcollins need you two in the studio !!
↳ yourinstagram pleaseeee
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harrystylessupdates Photo taken by @yourinstagram apparently a fan needed to go in the market but they didn’t allow dogs. So y/n and Harry watched him. Via @Adam3
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yourinstagram best dog sitters in the game
y/nrry omg so adorable
harryloml6 mhmm how do i turn into a dog
Adam3 never though so many people would obsess over Mercury like this lol
↳ Adam3 they both where so generous to do that xx
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Every Last Drop
WARNINGS: sub!harry, slight pegging Dom!Reader
He was a moaning mess. His body twisting and turning at every tug or lick I administered to his red cock. I shoved his cock back down my throat and he let another grunt,
“Please…” the word fell from his lips in a broken cry as I looked up at him.
“Please what, Harry? Use your words”
“Fuck me. God, please let me cum” he whimpered, trying to raise his ass off the bed to get more friction. I sit all the way up and lift my hands up,
“Ah ah. You know better than that. C’mon, baby. Don’t disappoint me now.”
He let out a breathy “fuck” before apologizing.
“Sorry for what?”
“I’m sorry for…”
“…being a greedy bad boy and trying to take more than I give him.” He just stares at me for a moment and I grip is balls in my fist,
“Say it.”
“I’m sorry for being a greedy bad boy who tries to take more than you give me.”
“See, was that so hard?” I release my grip before replacing it with my mouth. I suck lightly while tugging on his throbbing dick.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m about to cum! Please can I cum?” I didn’t answer him and inserted a finger into his wet hole. He busts immediately and I make the ‘come here’ motion to help him ride it out. I pull out my finger and pick up his cock to lick it clean. He’s a flinching, sweaty mess and I let him go with a ‘pop’.
He lets out a sigh and I let out a slight chuckle before removing my bra. Harry’s eyes are still closed when I hover over him, but he opens them he feels heat towards his face. He turns his head slightly and I take my seat on his waiting face. I ride his tongue until my juices are leaking down his cheeks. I remove myself and climb back down his body. I pick his cock up again and insert it in my pussy.
“Wait! Fuck! Oh god!”
“Awwww, is someone sensitive?” I ask keeping a steady pace. I lean down to his ear and whisper,
“I told you, you’re going to give me every. last. drop. Now be good boy and fill me up.”
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Ideas for Black!Reader Fic
I am going to try my hand again at writing. And I wanted to share some people and fandoms that I love. If you don’t know these shows/actors/franchises/movies/streamers I’m putting you on!
For the following:
Johnny Depp- All his characters
Cameron Monaghan- I know that there are fics out there but it’s only always his Jerome/Jeremiah roles never just him or Cal Kestis
Anthony Carrigan- I loved Anothy as Victor Zsasz
Paul Dano- There are Riddler fics but not as many for his other roles
The Entire Cast of Hawaii Five-0 (2010) - Don’t even get me started on how good this show is! And the cast looks amazing!
Chicago Med/Fire/PD- These shows have so much potential for fanfic storylines!
The Game (2006)- Has great potential for slow burns and fluffs.
Star Wars franchise (1977-present) - I know I said Cal Kestis but there are also other characters like Anakin, Luke, Obi Wan,Boba Fett (etc.)
NCIS franchise- I honestly love this franchise and it’s characters!
Hamilton
Any/All Sports Men- Jude Bellingham,Lewis Hamilton,LaMelo Ball,Allen Iverson(etc.)
Berleezy - He’s handsome and he’s funny!
Coryxkenshin- I literally love him and his videos!
Albert Aretz (Flamingo)- Look … he may be the epitome of mediocre white man but I like what I like!
AMP- Duke Dennis, Kai Cenat, Agent 00, ChrisNxtDoor,Davis, and Fanum ( all I gotta say is love a black man from infinity to infinity🗣️)
Beta Squad- A British YouTube/ streamer group!
SOMEBROS- Berleezy, Rico, ,PG, Joe (etc.)
WWE- come on now, do I even need to explain!!!
Four Brothers- All the cast but Garrett Hedland in particular!
Peacemaker - Don’t get me wrong I love Adrian Chase but I want to see just as much Peacemaker x black!reader fics because 2 words… JOHN CENA
MAWS- New animated Superman show! Love!
Smallville - The entire cast is hot! Tbh I fell hard for Tom Welling when I was younger when he was in Cheaper By The Dozen. Plus they literally whitewashed Vixen. COME ON! Vixen is a black female hero btw. She was also with Jon (Green Lantern) at one point.
Justice League/Justice League Unlimited (2001 and 2004)- I mean I literally can’t find any Jon Stewart x black!reader fics and he was with a BLACK WOMAN!
Warner Bros Franchise (minus the looney tunes & space jam)- There are lots of popular franchises that this company has from Fast & Furious to The Matrix!
Peaky Blinders- Saw a Tommy shelby x arms dealer black!female reader fic on my previous account but even then I couldn’t find it again on that account. So it’s gone with the wind. And the cast (i.e the actors and other characters they’ve portrayed). Example: Cillian Murphy as Johnathan Crane.
The Bear
FBI (All)
Vinnie Hacker
Tiktokers
Blue Bloods
Will Poulter- I haven’t really seen any Adam Warlock fics
Slashers
Stranger Things
Dave Lizewski
Eddie Redmayne
Macgyver (2016)
Fresh Prince of Belair
Guardians of the galaxy- Explanation? Do I really need one?
On My Block
Descendants (characters will be the actors age in real life.duh)- Love Boo-boo Stewart & Mitchell Hope!
Matt Rife
Joey Bragg (Liv &Maddie) - What can I say I love dorks!
The Boys- Haven’t seen that many fics about the characters and a black reader
Once Upon A Time- I love dark fairytales sometimes because they remind me that not every story has a happy ending and you have to learn from them. But this series is good for any theme really.
Walker Texas Ranger (1993)
Top Gun
Magcon: Whether you saw their vines on YouTube or vine, you know who they are
Dolan Twins
Mission Impossible
Euphoria- Entire show has great storylines with the potential of drama in fics
Shameless- Especially Carl Gallagher and Lip Gallagher
Creed- Michael B Jordan need I say more
Keanu Reeves- There are very few fics about Keanu but I’ve seen a few of his John Wick x black!reader fics (chef’s kiss) but never see any of The Matrix Fics!Also Ted (Bill & Ted)
River Phoenix
Batman Beyond
Rider Strong
Danny Gonzalez
Timothée Chalamet
New York Undercover
Past-Present Singers & Rappers/ Groups -Bow Wow, Tupac, Lil Baby, Nelly, Omarion, Prince, Michael Jackson, Jon B,Usher, Central Cee, Måneskin, New Edition, BTS, James Bay(etc.)
Anime(Any kind!)- Would love to see other shows, I know hunterxhunter,aot,one piece (etc.)
Bridgerton- There is very little Bridgerton stories catered around a black reader.
Marvel- Now that’s not to say that there aren’t any in fact there are many but I never see (Tobey Maguire Spider-Man stories and it seems like everyone tends to focus on the famous Marvel characters like The Avengers but not on other aspects like X-men or better yet, heroes that haven’t even gotten their own movie but are just as amazing like Squadron Supreme , it’s equivalent to DCU’s Justice League.
Secret Invasion- Not gonna lie , I’m feening for Gravik.😳
DCEU- Another franchise that pushes its other characters to the side. For example, Hush (Thomas Elliot) is literally the epitome of Bruce Wayne gone bad!
Ross Lynch- There are so many roles that Ross did so well in Like Teen Beach Movie or Sabrina.
Highschool Musical Franchise (2006- present ) I’m not just talking about HSMTS (2019), I mean even further back than that. I don’t see any Troy Bolton x black!reader and that’s crazy. I also can’t find any Zac Efron x black!reader
Interview with a Vampire (1994) and (2022)
Austin Butler- He did well in his role as Elvis!
Vikings - There are a good amount but still!
Transformers
Suits
Saved By The Bell
The Goldbergs
Parks & Recreation
Leverage
The Outsiders
Heart of Stone
New York Undercover (1994)
Addams Family
Victorious
Matpat
ICarly
The Real Bros of Simi Valley (2017)
Think Like A Man (2012)
One on One (2001)
Scorpion (2014)
The King of Queens (1998)
G.I. Joe Franchise
Terminator
Beware the Batman (2013)
Any and all Asian Idols/Actors
Seal Team
Mortal Combat
Bill and Ted
Barbie
Detroit: Become Human
Will Trent
Tokyo Vice
Growing Pains
Graceful Family (Kdrama)[Any Asian Drama shows or movies would be great as well]
The Regime
Batman: The animated series
If anyone needs ideas for these franchises/movies/shows/actors , then holla at me! I got you!
Also add more to the list if anything that you would like to see comes to mind.
Also tag black writers who you want to see this!
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VACATION IN ITALY
summary Harry and Y/n take the girls on a vacation to Italy!
introduction
maeve_styles
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maevefan1 YOUR HAIR !! IM SO JEALOUS
ynfan1 RIGHT ITS SO UGH!!
maevefan2 ugh your style
sadiesink_ BABE!!
maeve_styles 😇❤️
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harrysupdates Harry and his family have landed in Italy for a family vacation!😊🇮🇹
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harryfan1 OH MY GODDD
harryfan2 THE TOTE.
maevefan1 THIS EXPLAINS MAEVE’S POST!!
harryfan3 him and this clip own my heart
ynfan1 i agree
harryfan4 i agree as well
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harrysupdates NEW! Harry seen on a yacht in Italy!
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harryfan1 UGH HE LOOKS LIKE HE SMELLS LIKE MONEY
harryfan2 that’s my man
harryfan3 he’s such a dilf..
ynfan2 Oh, to be a nepo baby
harryfan4 this is too real
harryfan5 yes yes yes
ynfan3 why??
ynfan2 wym why? to be rich and go on yearly vacations like these
ynfan3 okay i agree
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harrysupdates NEW! Dadrry taking a photo of his daughters in Italy!😭❤️
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harryfan1 HES SUCH A DAD OH MY GOD
harryfan2 this is the most dad thing i’ve ever seen him do
harryfan3 i couldn’t agree more
harryfan4 MY DADRRY CONTENT IS HAPPENING NOBODY MOVE
harryfan5 our dadrry content is going to overload
harryfan6 dadrry owns my heart
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harrysupdates NEW! Harry and his family seen out in a restaurant in Italy!
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harryfan1 OKAYY FANCY
harryfan2 HE LOOKS SOOO GOOD😩😩😩
harryfan3 so obsessed with the hair
ynfan1 Italy fits them so well
ynfan2 I WAS SAYING THIS
ashleighstyless
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ashleighstyless leave it to us to have a photoshoot mid dinner. @/mirabellelee
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mirabellelee damn right
harryfan1 oh to be a twin
maeve_styles SO GORG !
maevefan1 my heart ☹️
maevefan2 wow my sisters don’t even speak to me
harryfan2 THIS IS SO CUTE
harryfan3 YOURE SO PRETTY!!!
ynfan1 AHH SO BEAUTIFUL WHATTT
ynfan2 IM SO JEALOUS I WANNA BE YOU SO BAD
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mirabellelee 🇮🇹❤️
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ashleighstyless so hot fr
mirabellelee that’s you 🤞
harryfan1 😭😭I WANNA TWIN JUS TO SAY THIS
harryfan2 NO BECAUSE SAME
ynfan1 this is so 😭
ynfan2 You are so pretty 😭❤️
harryfan3 oh to look like u
maeve_styles angelface
yourinstagram
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yourinstagram 😇🇮🇹❤️
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ynfan1 MOMMY ????
ynfan2 this.
harryfan1 no literally— mommy.
harryfan2 Harry won
ynfan3 OKAYYY😍😍
florencepugh AWOOGAAAA😍😍😍😍😍
yourinstagram LOVE YOU MISS YOU
harryfan3 flo is us
harryfan4 flo is me i am flo we are one
yourinstagram
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yourinstagram Italy is treating me well❤️
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harrystyles 😍😍
harryfan1 STOP
harryfan2 I NEED THIS .
harryfan3 idk if i wanna be her or WITH HER
ynfan1 only way to put it
ynfan2 so obsessed with you
ashleighstyless
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ashleighstyless Io amo l'Italia❤️
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maeve_styles 😍😍 my bilingual sista 😊😊
ashleighstyless leave me aloneee😭😭😭
harryfan1 THE BRAIDS OH MA GAWDDD
harryfan2 THIS IS ITALY?? OH MY GOSHH
ynfan1 yeah but they’re in the fancy part. trust me it’s not beautiful everywhere
harryfan3 yeah it’s pretty here but not as pretty as it looks
harryfan4 😦😦so pretty
mirabellelee
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ashleighstyless photos creds
maeve_styles no caption is wild
mirabellelee actually leave me alone 😭
harryfan1 OMG😭😭
harryfan2 i wish my sisters were like this fr😭😭
harryfan3 THE HAIR??😩😩
ynfan1 RIGHHHTTTT
maeve_styles
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maeve_styles i love it here in 🇮🇹
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ynfan1 i wanna look like u
harryfan1 MY GAWDDDDD
harryfan2 nah like how are you so pretty
ynfan2 LITERALLY!
ynfan3 NO SERIOUSLY HOW
harryfan3 do y’all see her parents ???
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harrysupdates NEW! Harry in Italy walking with the family.
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harryfan1 he is such a dad😩😩
harryfan2 i NEED that tote
harryfan3 NO LITERALLY ITS SO EXPENSIVE THO
harryfan4 he deserves my money
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harrysupdates Harry out for dinner with his family in Italy again recently!
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harryfan1 THE FIT !!
harryfan2 RIGHT!! THE JACKET
harryfan3 I LITERALLY LIVE HERE AND I HAVENT RAN INTO THEM ONCE
harryfan4 i would cry. especially they have been walking around italy for days
ynfan1 well don’t TRY and run into them…
harryfan5 i agree makes yall seem stalkerish
mirastyy
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mirastyy selfie from dinner 😊
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stylesleigh awooga fr
friend1 so prettyy!!!!
friend2 you’re so babe fr
harrystyles
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harrystyles ❤️
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harryfan1 MY HEARTT
harryfan2 I love his dad post
ynfan1 OH MY GOSHHH THEYRE SO BEAUTIFUL
harryfan3 DADRRYYYY
harryfan4 SELFIE HARRY I BEG
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harrysupdates Harry and his family lands back in L.A after their vacation in Italy!
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sugar high 🍒
synopsis: sugar daddy hs, always black n non-binary reader, established dynamic w/ some power play, possessive language, lil degradation, spit kink, mean dom(ish) hs, yktfv
Harry is…complex, by nature. He is a well curated structure of contradictions. He is a rockstar, an animal, a glossy beastly thing on stage. He glows under the spotlight, basking in all that concentrated attention with the air of a man who deserves every last drop. He is a hip roller, a tongue wagger, a dark eyed pretty boy dream. He’s sharp cut hips, tatted all over and wrapped up in glitter.
He is also a cream puff — that’s the version of him you met first, assisting a stylist on a Gucci suiting campaign. You’d steamed his double breasted coat, matched the ties to his green-glass eyes, buttoned him up all snug in his dress-shirt. And he’d blushed and dimpled his way through all of it. Told you that you didn’t have to do all that (“I kind of do, darling, it’s my job”), said please and thank you and stood where he was supposed to stand and made everyone laugh and look at him all fond because he was a professional sweetheart, an actual dream to work with. With the way he acted, you couldn’t tell he found you attractive until after the shoot wrapped and he walked up to you all bashful to ask for your number. It was the way he stated his intentions that got you, the way he said, soft and steady “anything you want, we can do anything you want as long as I can keep you company”.
He took you for squid ink pasta for the first date, because you’d never had it. He showed you how he liked his oysters (“a little lemon, just a squeeze..”) and how to tip them back into your mouth to taste them, and he watched the way your lips wrapped round the shell with a low heat gaze, kept his desire on the simmer like he didn’t want to scare him away. You let your inhibitions sink away into a glass of champagne, flirted with him in the same breath you talked his ear off about your job, about the books you were reading, about your vision for the future. He was so like you — the same raw ambition, the same comfort in the way you wore your skin that you’d both fought tooth and nail for, the same wicked tongue. You liked to make him blush, to tease him until he was giggling in faux offense (“it is not a whore house, it’s a family show, that’s the whole point!” “sir, at last show you sang the words “if you’re getting yourself wet for me”, and then rubbed your fingers together to demonstrate said wetness, those are the actions of a whore!”), until he let some of that babygirl cupcake act drop long enough to thumb some passion fruit sorbet from the corner of your lip and take it into his mouth, closing his eyes and groaning a little under his breath like you just tasted that good.
The second date was a flea market in the south of France. He prepared you with a simple instruction to pack light, and in response to your question about the cost of the train and accommodation and time off work he responded the same — kissed you on the temple and said “I’ll take care of all of it, you don’t have to worry about a thing, you can have anything you want, sweetheart”.
And then he did, took care of every detail — told your boss he was borrowing you for a shoot (“bring them back in one piece, styles, they’re one of our best” “mm, no promises”), got the both of you a private carriage so you could watch the grey London skyline fade away into lush fields of lavender, held your hand all the way, looked at you like you were the best view in sight, whisked you away to a cute little hostel where no one but the owners recognized him (the lady of the house absolutely fawned over him, called him strawberry boy, chided him for being gone for so long).
You used maybe two braincells that weekend — he made sure of that. Every whim, he tended to. If you wanted coffee, he went to the market and fetched you something freshly ground with notes of toffee and dark chocolate. If your stomach rumbled, he sat you down on the kitchen counter and fixed you lemon pasta, fed you dates by hand while the sauce settled, stole kisses in-between bites — cupped your face in his hands and licked into your mouth and said “feel so lucky, can’t believe your here, are you happy, what do you need, whatever you want, wanna give you everything…”.
You let him fuck you during that trip. After a dreamy morning picnicking with a jar of strawberry preserves and fresh bread and heavenly salted butter, and a whole day at the markets where he bought you a whole new wardrobe, gently insisting that he wanted to do this for you. “Harry, this is vintage alaïa, I don’t need that” you’d said. “You’re a stylist, sweetheart, might come in handy — and you’ve been eyeing it up since you saw it, at least try it on, yeah? See how you feel after”.
You’d tried it on, and it fit so perfect your mouth went a little dry — and his eyes on you, the way he smoothed his hands over your hips and told you that “you look so pretty, angel, prettiest fucking thing I ever saw” made you light-headed, running your thighs together in the dressing room. He liked doing that to you, putting you in pretty things, seeing you admire yourself. He bought you the alaïa, the cavalli handbag, a silk Gucci scarf — he was still polite, still your sweet thoughtful boy, but you could see through the cracks to what lay beneath that. The power he held over you, the obvious pleasure he took in being able to take care of you, showering you in nice things, the way he made you feel you didn’t have to think about anything when you were with him because he could do the thinking for you.
That’s the man that took you to bed. The one that told you to put your pretty new things away and wait for him in the bedroom while he tucked the groceries away. The one who met you with hungry eyes when he found you stripped down to your new chocolate brown agent provocateur set and kneeling on the bed and just clicked his tongue and asked you if he told you to do that. Tutted when you looked at him all confused and tried to explain yourself, shushed you and said (with the same quiet intensity as the first day he met you), “not your fault baby, didn’t have to think at all today, you’re just my pretty little doll, huh?”
that’s the Harry that felt every bit of your mouth with his fingers, pressed down on your tongue until you drooled a little and then made fun of you for it. The one that wouldn’t let you touch his dick until he worked you up so good that you thought you would cry, ran his tongue over the lace on your body, teased over every single sensitive inch of you until you were shaking and begging (“please, Harry please, just touch me, anything, anything” “look at you — pretty fucking mess for me, huh? wanna see you cry, baby, can’t give you my dick unless you ask real nice for me”).
He fucked you slow and deep with a hand wrapped around your neck, told you that one day he’d buy you something shiny to lay where his hand had been, but until then you’d just have to wear his fingers around your throat — told you that it was his favorite thing you’d tried on all day, called you his doll, his baby, his perfect little slut. “M’gonna give you everything you fucking want,” he said, licking the salt off your skin as it trailed down your cheek, pulling your head back to spit in your mouth and rub it into your tongue (“filthy thing, you like that? nuh-uh? you got real tight on me, baby, you must really like that”), rolling his hips and driving in hard until your eyes rolled back and you couldn’t even find your voice to beg him for more. “And you’re gonna let me, aren’t you? Not gonna fight me, are you baby? Just gonna let me take care of everything, I know what you need, daddy’s gonna give you fucking everything — that’s it, angel, just shut the fuck up and take it, you’re so good at that”.
He made you come like that, and then flipped you over, lifted your hips up and licked you out from the back, slapped you across the clit if you tried to run away from it, told you to “take it, don’t fucking run, gonna make a big mess aren’t you, show me, fuckin’ show me, that’s so good, you’re so good”, and then fucked you like that — pushed your face into the mattress and laid into you until you did make a mess, till you were drooling with it.
He was back in full sweetheart mode when he was done with you — ran you a bath and toweled you dry and held you in his arms till you fell asleep, kissed your head and said “thank you, baby, did so good for me, gave me everything I’ll ever need”. He was complex like that — a menace, an angel, a demon, a fucking fairytale prince. And you were lucky enough that you got to see every inch of it, bask in the flow of it.
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another angst that I thought of 😭😭😂 what if y/n has a huge ass crush on harry and she's very open about it and would always call him/introduce him as "my future boyfriend" but then she overheard harry talking bad about her behind her back so she was all sad and mopey
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(this is an au btw)
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“She’s exhausting sometimes, mate. Like she doesn’t have an off switch. She acts like my girlfriend in front of all our friends. It’s embarrassing!”
You’d come into Harry’s room to see if he wanted to order takeout and study for their econ test together, but you paused right before you knocked on his door.
He was embarrassed? Sure, it wasn’t a secret that you were into him. He was cute, he was smart, he was kind to his mom, he was that typical “boy next door” type, and when you met him at the first residence hall meeting, you were smitten.
You weren’t the shy type, so you went over and introduced yourself to him and his friends, compared schedules for the Fall semester, and when you realized you and Harry shared a class, you couldn’t have been happier.
That was a year ago. You were in your second year of university, and you were still dorm neighbors, still ended up having a class together. You and Harry were inseparable, but it wasn’t one sided. He knocked on your door too, asking if you wanted to go to office hours with him or if you wanted to join him for dinner. Just the two of you.
You weren’t sure when the jokes started, it just kind of happened. One time when you were at a party with all of your friends, you introduced yourself to someone as “Harry’s future girlfriend,” and no one batted an eye, not even Harry. He just laughed—not in a mean way—and moved on. You didn’t see that as him telling you to stop, so you didn’t, and then everyone was in on it. Your friends asked about your “boyfriend” and his greeted you as “H’s girlfriend.” it was all harmless, and it didn’t go much farther beyond a couple pet names and the occasional tap on the nose, but you never would’ve done any of that if you knew Harry was uncomfortable. You had a crush, you weren’t totally unreasonable, but he clearly thought you were.
Unable to help yourself, you stayed a little longer by Harry’s door to hear what else he had to say about you.
“I tried to ask out this girl from our history class today, and she called me an ass because she knew I had a girlfriend! I mean, come on, mate when does it end?”
Now, it ends right now, you thought. You’d done these things because you liked Harry and you thought he maybe liked you too, but that clearly wasn’t the case. You suddenly felt this feeling in the pit of your stomach. Like all the butterflies you got when he smiled at you died one by one.
If Harry didn’t like you, then he should’ve said something. Perhaps him not saying something was his idea of him expressing dislike, but you honestly thought he was okay with all the jokes and flirting. But he wasn’t, and he couldn’t say it to your face. Instead, he hid in his room and ranted about it to a friend when he could’ve just talked to you about it. You weren’t an unreasonable person, if he’d kindly stated his discomfort, you would’ve apologized and ended the whole thing there. You would’ve been a little embarrassed and bummed that he didn’t like you back, but you could move on from that. But you didn’t like people who talked behind your back, and you could be very petty to people who did.
Turning on your heel, you decided to eat dinner and study on your own. A single tear slipped out, but you quickly wiped it away. Harry wasn’t worth crying over.
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“You didn’t wait for me this morning.”
Looking up from where you were checking your emails on your computer, you saw Harry standing by your desk, his backpack over one shoulder. He had two to-go cups of coffee in his hands, one of which he set down your desk. You peeked at the label stuck to it, a chai latte with two shots of espresso. Your favorite.
“I had a question for the Dr. Marshall,” was your reply. It was a lie, but you didn’t want to tell him you’d been avoiding him since you overheard his phone call the other day.
“Oh. Well, are we still on for lunch and homework in the library? I have this psych paper that is absolutely kicking my ass—"
"I can't today," you said, cutting him off. Normally you'd jump at the opportunity to spend one-on-one time with him, but now you feared the next time you had to be alone with him. You couldn't just turn your feelings for him off, but you couldn't really stand to be around him, either. You didn't know how to act around him anymore.
"Uh...Okay, I guess I'll see you at the party on Friday? You're still going to that, right?"
"Yeah, I am," you said, but what Harry didn't know was that you wouldn't be going with him.
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"I don't know what to do, Mel! I still like him, but he clearly can't stand me. But then he keeps asking to hang out at the library or to get lunch, and—and—and it drives me insane!"
You were in your dorm with your roommate Mel. She'd agreed to walk with you a couple blocks off campus to a party at some junior's house after the football game tonight. She had been confused as to why you weren't going with your "future boyfriend," and since you hadn't told anyone about what you'd overheard the other day, it kind of just came pouring out of you.
“I’m sorry, babe,” Mel said.
“Like, I know he doesn't like me that way, but I thought if I was affectionate around him or something, I could convince him.”
“You can't Pavlov him into liking you, Y/n,” your roommate said, trying not to laugh.
“Obviously,” you muttered. Looking up at Mel, you asked her seriously, “Am I crazy?”
Mel joined you on your bed, letting you rest your head on her shoulder. “You’re not crazy, Y/n. You have a crush, and unlike most people, you weren’t shy about it. If Harry didn't like it, he should've said something at the beginning. I bet he liked the attention.”
You hummed. She had a point. Harry never told you to stop the flirting, otherwise you would've. You liked him, but you didn't want to play a game you knew you were going to lose.
“Sometimes I got the feeling he actually liked me too, you know? But now I just can't stop hearing how he said I embarrassed him.”
“Would you forgive him if he apologized? Go out with him?” she asked.
“Mmm. I think it would have to be a really nice apology. I still like him, but I don't take kindly to being disrespected.”
“Good girl.” Mel stood up and pulled you to your feet. “Come on, let's get ready for tonight. I have a feeling if you give someone else your attention, Harry'll be falling at your feet.”
Hope fluttered in your stomach, but you tried to ignore it. “You think so?”
Mel nodded before going over to your closet. “Harry took your flirtation for granted. Once he sees you flirting with someone else, he’ll see.”
Even if you didn’t end up going out with Harry, you still wanted to show him what he was missing, so you took the clothes Mel handed over to you. “Alright. Let's do this.”
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It was about an hour into the party, and you’d yet to go over to Harry.
You saw him come into the house, but instead of going over to him like you normally would, you held back and admired him from afar.
He was in a black and white flannel, half his hair tied up in a bun at the top of his head. He was just so cute, it was infuriating, but you held your ground.
And Mel was there to keep you in check too. She had your arm looped through yours as she introduced you to some of her friends, and after a while she hardly cared about where Harry was or what he was doing.
While you were in line at the keg, you heard your name called. For a moment you were excited that Harry was coming to you instead of the other way around, but it wasn’t him.
“Oh, hey Ash,” you said with a smile. He sat next to you in your history class, and you'd exchanged numbers for study sessions or in case one of you couldn't make it to class and needed notes.
Ash came over and gave you a side hug. “How’ve you been?”
“Fine. This line is a little long, though.”
“Always is,” Ash agreed. “Mind if I cut the line with you?”
“Sure.”
You talked to him about classes and plans for the weekend and whether these parties were actually fun or just something to do.
“So, where’s your boyfriend. Harry, right?”
“Oh, he’s not my boyfriend,” you said, blushing a little.
Ash frowned. “Sorry, I just assumed. It's a small campus and I see you guys together all the time.”
Well, there was no point in lying. “Yeah, I—I’ll be honest and say I had a pretty huge crush on him.”
“Had?”
You nodded. “I’ve recently discovered he doesn’t feel the same.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, and he sounded genuine. You’d never hung out outside of class before, but he seemed like a cool guy. Harry’s friends had become your friends, but now all you could think about was how they all laughed at you behind your back about how pathetic you were. Maybe you could make some new friends.
“Do you want to get out of here?” you asked suddenly. “This line hasn’t moved and there’s a diner with really great milkshakes close by.”
“A milkshake sounds a lot better than cheap beer.”
Ash smiled down at you, and he playfully offered you his arm. You took it, slipping your phone out of your puffy jacket to text Mel you were leaving early. She responded immediately.
Mel☀️☀️: got lucky? ;))
Rolling your eyes, you quickly typed out a response.
You: yes, but not the way you think. he's a friend
On your way out, your name was called for the second time tonight. You looked up from your phone to see Harry jogging over to catch up to you.
“Hey, I haven’t seen you all night. Where have you been?”
The urge to hug him was strong, but you held fast onto Ash’s arm. “I’ve been around.”
“I’ve missed you,” he said. “Come play beer pong with us. We’re up against Zayn and his girlfriend.”
Stay strong, stay strong, stay strong, you thought. “Thanks, H, but Ash and I were just leaving.”
Almost as if he didn't notice Ash standing next to you with your arm looped through his, Harry looked over, a small frown on his lips. “Oh, um, well then I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”
You went to respond, but Ash beat you to it. “Actually, we have a history test coming up. We were going to study together.”
Harry’s face fell even further, and while you wanted to distance yourself because he hurt you, you still didn't like the idea of hurting him. “You could join us if you want.”
Harry suddenly straightened up, an easy smile on his face. “No, no I’ll see you around. Take care, Y/n.”
You and Ash left soon after, and once you were far enough away from the party, you asked, “What was that about? We don’t have a history test.”
Ash shrugged. “He likes you. He just needs a little push.”
“How can you tell?”
“Well, he couldn’t stop staring at how close we were, and he watched us leave, was standing by the door until we turned the corner.”
“Really?” How did you not notice?
“Yeah,” Ash said. “I think just a couple times of us hanging out will make him putty in your hands.”
Well, that seemed nice. “And what’s in it for you?”
“Nothing. We’re friends, and friends help each other.”
Ash was definitely interesting, and you liked him, as a friend, obviously. He felt like a big brother looking out for you, and you could use a little of that.
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Another Friday night, another party.
You were with Ash and his friends and Mel, a group that was actually very fun. Oh, and Harry was there too.
You hadn't been hanging out with him very much, but not to the point of being rude. You just kept yourself busy, and the longer you went not spending time together, the more he kept pestering you about it.
“I feel like I never see you anymore,” he said earlier tonight. He asked if you wanted to skip the party tonight and watch movies in his room. It was exactly the kind of thing you wanted to do with him, but you couldn't just cancel on your friends, and you liked hanging out with Ash. So you invited him, and he said yes.
Harry was practically by your side the whole night, not touching you or anything like that, but his closeness definitely sent a message to any guy—or girl—who seemed interested.
You weren’t even dressed up, but you felt good. You'd just had your braids redone, your edges were laid perfectly, and the green top you were wearing just popped perfectly on your skin. If Harry didn’t at least find you attractive, he was an idiot.
And now you were sitting in some frat house backyard, your head resting on Ash’s shoulder. You could feel Harry’s glare from here, but he remained quiet as he sipped on his beer, hardly saying a word since you met up with your friends.
“I think tonight might be the night,” you said to Ash quietly, a smile on your face. Harry had been glowering all night, had complained that he didn't get to see you as much as he used to the last couple weeks, but he still didn't outwardly express his feelings. You'd done enough of that already. Now it was his turn.
“Yeah? He does look pretty pissed,” Ash agreed. He subtly gave you a fist bump before rejoining his conversation with Mel, who winked at you on his other side.
After a few more minutes, Harry cleared his throat. “Y/n, do you want to come get another drink?”
He was glaring at where your head was on Ash’s shoulder, but you just smiled like nothing was amiss. “I haven't finished mine, but thanks,” you said.
“Please?” He sounded hurt, and one thing you didn't want to do was hurt him the way he hurt you.
Winking at Ash and Mel, you stood up and straightened your skirt. “Sure. I’ll be back, guys.”
When you walked over to him, you almost wished he would put his arm around you or something, but he didn’t, the only time he touched you being when the crowd inside got a little too thick and he grabbed your wrist so he wouldn't lose you.
Instead of going to the kitchen where a mini bar had been set up, Harry led you to the front of the house, sitting down on the porch swing. You sat down next to him, keeping a small sliver of distance between the two of you.
“You normally sit on my lap,” Harry mused, his foot pushing against the floor to rock the porch swing back and forth a little.
“Normally,” you said, because he was right. You used to sit on his lap and play with his hair at parties, and now you weren't even touching him. “I don't want to give anyone the wrong idea, though.”
“Okay, what is going on here? Am I missing something?” he asked, the words sounding like they tumbled out of him before he could stop them.
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean! You were all over me for a whole year and now—”
“Now? Now I realized that it embarrasses you and it got in the way of seeing people you actually have feelings for, so I’ve moved on.”
“Well where the hell did you get that from?” he asked, bewildered.
“From you! You said those things a few weeks ago on the phone,” you said. You didn't raise your voice often, but Harry could be so dense sometimes.
Realization seemed to dawn on him. “You heard me when I—”
“Uh huh.” You raised your brows at him, waiting for an explanation.
“I, uh, my friends constantly teased me. About you. I just thought if I told them what they wanted to hear they would leave me alone. I didn't realize—”
“So, instead of sticking up for me, you played along?” you shook your head in disbelief. “God you're a dick.”
“I know, I’m sorry. It wasn't right, and saying all that stuff felt like acid on my tongue. I wish I could take them back.”
“Me too,” you said resting your chin in your hands. When you felt like you weren't about to cry, you looked over at him, only to find him waiting to meet your gaze. “Are you really embarrassed by me? Why did you never tell me to stop? I would've if you'd said something, but it didn't seem like it bothered you.”
“You don't, and I wasn’t bothered, I just—”
“Just what?”
“I—I’m not like you, Y/n, it’s hard for me to just wear my heart on my sleeve the way you do.”
Well that much was obvious, but you were glad he was opening up to you now. “I don't need you to be like me, or even like me like that, I just want you to tell me to stop if you're uncomfortable.”
“But that's the thing. I'm not uncomfortable,” he said. Reaching his hand out, he settled it over yours. “It was just so full on from the beginning, and I don't mean to sound like more of an asshole than I already have, but it was hard to determine if I liked the attention or that it was you giving me that attention.”
“I guess that makes sense,” you said. “I’m sorry, I know I can be kind of intense.”
“Don’t apologize for being who you are, Y/n. I was the one who couldn't identify my feelings.”
“And have you? Identified your feelings?”
You looked at Harry, trying to read the expression on his face, but he could be so guarded sometimes.
But then he nodded, and the hand that was resting on yours shifted so he was holding it. “I...really like you. Not spending time with you has been absolute torture, and I—I know I probably ruined my chances with you, but since you were nothing but honest about your feelings before, I just thought I should tell you.
“But I won't—I won't, like, get in the way of things if you like that Ash guy,” he said.
You smiled a little when he mentioned Ash. Instead of answering, you stood up and moved so you were standing in front of him. Looking down at his lap, then back to his eyes, you asked, “Is this seat taken?”
Harry chuckled, his dimples flashing for the first time tonight. “Nope. All yours.”
You made yourself comfortable on his lap, and he was quick to wrap his arms around your waist. Your hands immediately went for his hair, and he leaned into it, humming with pleasure, practically purring like a cat.
“I’ve missed this,” he said, his eyes closed as you continued to scratch your nails against his scalp.
“Could’ve had this if you hadn't opened your big mouth,” you joked.
Opening his eyes, he looked into yours, serious all of a sudden. “I really am sorry for that.”
Harry had been a dick, but he wasn't the same as you. Sure, you wished he'd open up more, and maybe he would, but you couldn't expect him to change so suddenly. “I...accept your apology. Just please don't do it again. You really hurt my feelings.”
He nodded. “Of course, and you might not believe me, but I’ll defend you against anyone. My friends were being pricks, and I should've stood up for you. I won't make that same mistake again.”
“I know you won't,” you said. This was his second chance. If Harry really likes you like he said, he wouldn't fuck it up again.
“Well, now that that's out of the way, I’d like to do something, but I have to make sure of something first,” Harry said. He took your chin in his hand, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “You’re not dating that Rash character are you?”
You threw your head back and laughed. “Ash. His name is Ash. And no, I’m not dating him, he's just a friend. He was part of my plan to help you pull your head out of your ass.”
“Oh. Well then I should thank him, but that can wait. I'd rather do something else right now.”
“Yeah? Like what?”
Harry didn't answer, just brought your lips down to his. The kiss was everything you wanted it to be and more. His lips were buttery soft, moving with yours perfectly, like you were made for each other. His tongue made your heart swell about three sizes, and you couldn't help but dig your nails into his hair and tug a little, making him groan around your mouth.
His hands stayed at your waist, but you moved them lower, encouraging him to explore, and then he was everywhere. It didn't matter that you were outside where anyone could see you. As far as you and Harry were concerned, you were the only two people on earth to exist.
You noticed—barely, as Harry’s lips had you in a pretty stellar daze—that he'd been avoiding touching our hair at all. Moving to his neck to kiss and suck marks on his skin, you breathed, “You can touch them. The braids.”
“I just didn’t—I mean I know it's a sensitive subject—”
“You didn't ask, H. I'm telling you you can, that's the difference. I want you to.”
Nodding, Harry ran his hands through them, a small smile on his face. “They’re beautiful. You're beautiful.”
“Thank you. So are you,” you said.
Leaning down, you kissed him once again, and there wasn't much talking after that. You could've sat there for hours, kissing and touching and exploring. You wanted to know which areas made Harry’s breath hitch and which ones made him moan and which ones had him gripping your backside harder and pulling you closer. So you did just that, and so did he. He found your favorite spot just behind your ear and the one at the base of your neck. He made you shiver and push your hips against his when he reached underneath your shirt, not touching or exploring, just sitting there and enjoying the warmth of your skin.
Your body reacted to every little thing he did, and so did he, to the point where you felt his jeans tighten beneath you.
“Wanna get out of here?” he asked softly against your chest, placing open mouthed kisses right where the v of your blouse covered your breast.
“God yes,” you practically whined, making Harry chuckle, though he was just as desperate to leave as you were. “I have to tell Ash and Mel that I’m leaving first, though.”
So you slid off Harry, and this time he was all over you, arms around your waist and fingers resting on the sliver of skin between your blouse and skirt. When you return, the whole group watched you walk over. Someone whistled, but you couldn't tell who. Embarrassed all of a sudden, you turned your face into Harry's chest. Perhaps it was disbelief that it was actually happening.
“Take a wrong turn? You've been gone a while,” Mel said, a knowing smile on her face.
“We actually came to tell you we're leaving,” Harry said. “Probably to have sex, but we’ll see how it goes.”
Your mouth dropped into an ‘o’ in total shock. Slapping his chest, you said, “I cannot believe you just said that!”
“What? I'm just being honest. I'm all about being open and honest about my feelings now,” Harry said, not at all embarrassed by what he said.
“Oh God, I've created monster,” you groaned.
Your friends waved you off with teasing and laughter, but all you could focus on was Harry's thumb rubbing circles into your skin as he said, “You did, and you'll find that I'm quite insatiable.”
With a pinch to your bum, you squealed and pulled Harry out of the house as fast as you could without running. Harry opened his car door for you and practically sprinted to the other side so you could be off. His hand was on your thigh the whole way back to campus, reaching higher and higher, then coming back down your leg. It was torture, but the good kind. You were nearly buzzing with anticipation by the time he parked and let you out of the car.
And the second you were alone in his room, you were on him. Harry's hands were not so shy now that you were truly alone, reaching under your skirt and kneading your skin for all it was worth. You squeezed him hard once his mouth started exploring too, unable to much more than pull his hair and exhale encouraging words until you were a mess underneath him. He gave you a cocky smile as he kissed the corner of your mouth, but you were quick to pin him beneath you, eager to blow his mind the way he did for you.
You'd left the party early, but as far as you were concerned, you were just getting started.
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a quick note: i just wanted to say that i don't pretend to know what it's like to be black or to have a black woman's hair, but an anon asked if i would ever write from a black woman's perspective, and i always want to represent all walks of life in my writing. i hope this fic and the mentions of black women's hair is respectful and not offensive to anyone. pleas let me know if it is and i will change it immediately. all my love💕💕
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The Pickle Theory
[ A/n ] - something quick i thought about after i saw a video of Harry saying he likes pickels lol
[ Pairing ] - Harry Styles x Reader!
[ Genre ] - fluff
[ Masterlist ]
One Saturday a month you and Harry spend the entire night on the couch in your apartment watching A random show. This month you decided on a romcom. You also switch off on who makes dinner. Tonight, Harry made his “famous” sandwiches. How are they “famous” you ask? He never tells you and you always laugh because they just taste like regular sandwiches. But how could you say that to him? He’s so sweet when he announces it from your kitchen. The sound of the fridge opening and closing in the background as you flip through Netflix.
“You’re so cute when you do that.” Harry’s laugh filled the air as you looked down at your sandwich. Two slices of bread, two slices of chicken, some lettuce, a slice of tomato and pickles. You made a face as you adjusted the plate in your lap and set the food down.
“Do what? What did I do?” Your expression morphed quickly at his statement. Harry just continued to laugh as you looked to him to continue. Nothing more was said and after a few more attempts you gave up going back to your sandwich. Harry watched with a cheeky smile ignoring the movie playing in the background.
First you open it, inspecting the contents and then moving about the insides. Methodically lifting lettuce and moving the meat slices to get to the culprit of your dissection. Your nose scrunched up and you took the green bits between your fingers and set them aside.
“That, you made that face when you tasted the pickle. Little nose goes all scrunched and you frown, s’cute.” Harry spoke between bites as you removed the pickles from the other side as well. Peering at him through your peripheral vision you uncrunched your nose and sighed.
“What’s so cute about how I feel about sour bits in my sandwich?” You were dead serious. You’ve had an aversion to them since you were small and never grew out of it. To you there was nothing worse than a giant pile of pickles on a sandwich. Or even when they get wedged beside a burger. The odd part is that Harry knows this about you. So why would he put a pickle on your sandwich anyway?
“Nasty little things.” You shut the sandwich and took a big bite to punctuate the thought. Harry smiled and reached over. His fingers pulled them from your plate and put them onto his own. He basked in your distaste and reveled in your discovery.
“Well, I like the nasty little things just fine.” A flat smile lined his lips as you stared at him. Your eyes followed as he copied you in reverse and added the sour slices to his sandwich. Shaking your head, you took a sip of your shared drink. Another couple tradition the two of you started.
“We know you like them. But why are they on my sandwich?” You grumbled playfully as you looked up at him with your sandwich gripped in one hand.
Harry chuckled to himself again.
“Know you did it on purpose.” You mumbled into a straw you placed at your lips before taking another sip of the drink. With a soft roll of his eyes Harry watched you drink more.
“Stop hogging the lemonade.” Harry made a playful frown and reached for the cup before you finished causing dribbles of juice to land on your chin.
“Y’know you do that a lot.” He started as he set the cup down.
“What? Hog the drinks we’re supposed share.” You laugh while wiping the droplets off your face. Harry shook his head before he replied.
“Take the pickles off of everything. Why don’t you just tell people to leave them off.”
“We’ll, I don’t like them, but I know you do. that’s why I get them.” You looked at him and smiled. You wondered to yourself how many times he’s caught you making that face when you accidentally eat one. The thought makes heat rise to your cheeks. You weren’t kidding when you said you get them because he likes them. You’ve been doing that since your first date. Harry just looked at you as you smiled at him.
“That’s why I did it. Were like Marshall and Lily, it’s what makes us a good match.” He spoke smoothly and sat back further into the couch. You nodded doing the same with a smirk on your lips. So that’s where he got this idea from. The fucking olives from How I Met Your Mother. The two of you binged a few episodes that month.
“Never letting you watch How I Met Your Mother, ever again.” You joked and took the cup of lemonade for yourself. While his idea was a little far-fetched being that it’s supposed to be about olives not pickles, some part of it felt like it could be true. Something so insignificant as sharing a pickle on a sandwich bringing people together.
“Yeah, yeah just finish your sandwich. Slaved in the kitchen to bring you high quality meals.” Harry raised his brow dramatically and his dramatics almost rivaled that of the actors on the screen.
“Oh hush, you’re lucky I like you.”
“And you’re lucky I like pickles.”
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When He’s Not Around
Dom!Harry Styles x Reader
18+
Warnings/summary: cheating😬(Harry cheats with reader), oral sex (f!receiving), dirty talk ig, angst?, jealousrry, somewhat caught at the end
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"H-Harry we really shouldn't be doing this."
"You say that every time darling and yet, look where you are. Back with me again."
Your next words are cut off by the feeling of Harry's lips on yours, and you want to give in, but something's on your mind.
Pushing him back, you try to move from the wall but he keeps you there. "We can't, not again. Liam's on his way-"
He covers your mouth with his hand, "Don't. Don't say his name. Now, nod your head if you're gonna stop worrying and listen to me."
You nod your head with wide eyes, thighs growing even more slick at his dominant demeanor.
"Good girl.", he says when you obey him, finally removing his hand from your mouth.
He sinks to his knees in front of you, pushing his long hair out of his face as he looks up at you.
"Let me give you something else to think about." Harry spreads your legs apart, reaching under your dress and teasing the waistline of your underwear.
You wordlessly look down at him, and although you're not saying no, that's not enough for him.
"Tell me love, can I have you for tonight?" His voice seems deeper and his accent thicker, eyes searching yours for confirmation.
You close your eyes as he starts to drag the lace down your thighs, "I need words, pretty girl. Can I have a taste?"
"Yes." You sigh out.
"Yes who?"
"Yes sir." He has you lift up your feet, one at a time so that he can remove your panties and since your eyes are still closed, you don't see him stuff them in his pocket.
He grabs one of your legs, hoisting it up so that it's over his shoulder, exposing your bare core to him.
Wasting no time, Harry licks a long stripe up your wet cunt, groaning at the taste.
"Can't believe you wanted to deny me of this.", he mumbles, shaking his head.
He suctions his mouth on your clit and you're thankful for his support, knowing your legs would have given out immediately.
"Sorry, m'sorry.", you moan, hands coming to grip his hair but he stops you.
"I didn't say you could touch.", he smirks up at you, one of his hands coming to continue the assault on your clit.
He watches your eyes shut in pleasure, head falling against the wall. Your hands clench into fists, resisting the urge to touch him, wanting to follow his orders.
He lets two of his fingers dip down to your hole, teasing you a bit before sinking them in with no resistance.
"Can feel you clenching on my fingers, love." Harry says, his voice like gravel as he continues to watch you in amazement.
"Bet you wish it wasn't just my fingers hm?" He asks and you bite your lip to stop a moan.
Harry stops the movement of his fingers, pulling a whine from you.
"Answer me baby. You want my cock in this tight little cunt don't you?"
You can practically feel him smile when he nuzzles his face into your thigh, watching you struggle to respond.
"Harry please just-", you choke on your words when he begins to finger you again.
"Just what? Use your words, y/n."
"Wan' you to fuck me, please, stop teasing me.", you whine frustratedly.
"Y'know I just love to hear you beg, darling. Gonna fuck you, promise, but I want you to cum on my fingers first.", his fingers begin to pick up pace, curling to hit your spot and you cry out.
"Yeah? Y'gonna make a mess of my fingers? Be my good girl?"
You can only moan in response, your mouth dropping open and small pants coming out when Harry's mouth attaches to your clit again.
"So close, Harry, m'so close. Let me cum, pleasepleaseplease."
Harry looks up, nodding against you in a silent confirmation that you can cum and you swear you see stars.
He has to hold you up, your leg almost collapsing and your hands coming forward to grab his shoulders.
He continues to lick into you, even after you come down from your high and you're too weak to push him away.
"Harry- baby I'm sensitive.", you tell him and he finally draws back, grinning up at you with a sly smile and your juices covering his chin.
He sets your leg down, getting up from his knees and standing in front of you, his hands cradling your face as he kisses you.
You can taste yourself on his tongue and you groan into the kiss, your hands fisting the bottom of his shirt.
"More- I want more.", you mumble against his lips before kissing him again, not wanting to separate from him.
Harry brings his hands from your face to the back of your neck, having to somewhat forcefully pull you away from him.
"Y'know you gotta tell me more than that lovie." his voice is just above a whisper, a sadistic smirk on his face as he watches your eyes struggle to leave his lips.
"What do you want more of, hm? More of my mouth?" You shake your head no, and Harry pretends to sigh.
He tightens his grip on your neck, making you look him in the eye. "If you can't use your words, I can't help you."
Harry knows exactly what you want and how you want it, but seeing you get all needy and frustrated is something that never fails to make his cock ache.
"I want you to fuck me.", you finally say, voice barely audible.
"M'sorry, I couldn't hear you. Repeat that for me?", Harry somewhat taunts and it makes you want to stomp your foot in frustration.
"Stop teasing Harry, please. I need you to fuck me.", Harry grins at this, wasting no time in releasing your neck so that he can pick you up and carry you to the bed.
You let out a small squeal, swatting at Harry to put you down. You were never really a fan of people picking you up, but Harry just loved to show how easy it was to him.
He tosses you down on the bed, making you look up at him with a glare, "Be careful dumbass, I'm fragile."
He raises an eyebrow, lips quirking up into that stupid smirk once again. "You've got quite the mouth all of a sudden."
Harry kneels down on the bed in front of you, parting your legs so that he can be in between them.
"Just a few minutes ago it was "oh Harry m'gonna cum, don't stop please.", he mocks with a small laugh, causing you to bring your hands up to hide yourself.
Harry stops you though, pinning your hands down beside your head. "Oh none of that. Where'd my bratty girl go, hm?"
The way that he barely has to use any of his strength to pin you down, plus his large and muscular frame boxing you in has you practically drooling.
He inches his face closer to yours, tricking you into thinking he's going to kiss you, but just as your lips graze his he turns to the side, making you kiss his cheek instead.
"Harry.", you whine.
"Sorry sorry, you just looked so desperate for it, I couldn't resist.", Harry knows that his degrading words have an affect on you, your hips bucking up into the air as the throbbing returns to your core.
"Y'want a proper kiss?", Harry asks and you nod, staring up at him with pleading eyes. "Yeah? Beg."
It's a simple command that usually would have had you scoffing, telling Harry to get over himself and stop teasing, but you're so needy for his touch that you give in.
"Harry", you whine again and oh Harry loves the way you say his name. "Baby please, kiss me, I- I need it."
He knows that you can beg better, he's heard it plenty of times, but he takes mercy on you, letting his lips connect with yours and wasting no time in ravishing your mouth.
He brings one of his hands to curl around your throat, adding a little pressure as his tongue explores your mouth as if he's never done it before.
You two are a desperate mess as you work to get each other fully undressed, breathy pants and soft moans filling the silence in the room.
Harry's towering over you, one hand fisting his cock as he situates himself between your spread legs.
"Condom?" You ask, trying to think as clearly as possible.
Harry looks almost offended that you've asked, scoffing as he positions his tip at your entrance.
"Since when have we ever used condoms?"
"I dunno, I just thought maybe-"
You're cut off by a gasp as he begins to push into you, the familiar stretch and slight burn settling in.
You hear Harry swear under his breath, hips flush against yours,
"You just thought what?", he asks as his head dips down, nosing along your jawline before kissing on your neck.
"I- uh.", you stutter, losing your train of thought do to the feeling of Harry's cold cross necklace grazing your chest.
"It's because of him right? You're worried that he'll have to feel my cum deep in this pretty pussy of yours, aren't you?"
And although his tone is somewhat playful, there's a bite to it. You know how Harry feels about having to sneak around, how he wishes you were his and his only.
He doesn't allow you to respond tho, knowing that's a conversation you'll have to have at a different time. His hips slowly begin to move against yours, your mouth dropping open in a silent moan.
"Fuck fuck fuck.", Harry groans against your ear.
Your hands are clawing at his back as his thrusts pick up pace, and as much as he loves that, he redirects your hands to his hair.
You immediately begin to tug at his long locks, loving the way it feels between your fingers.
"Shit- Harry, I think I'm gonna cu-"
You're cut off once again, but not by Harry, by the sound of your front door opening.
"Babe, are you home?"
~~~~~
It’s been a while😅
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i am 🤏🏽🤏🏽🤏🏽🤏🏽 this fucking close to making my own insta blurbs w/ a black faceclaim because i’m tired of not seeing people who look like me
lemme know if y’all want something like this for harry styles or any other celebs
#Words of the Love Hashira 💗#sage..txt♥#very pissed off#instagram au#harry styles#harry styles x reader#harry styles x black!reader#x black fem reader#black faceclaim#face claim#timothee chalamet x reader#timothee x reader#timothee chalamet x black!reader#tom holland#tom holland x black!reader#tom holland x reader
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love of my life
harrystyles
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harrystyles always wanted to be able to share my life with my fans. my eldest baby girl and my wife <3
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annetwist gotta come visit me soon babies
niallhoran favorite uncle nialler!!
harrynews i still can’t believe that he’s a whole ass dad!
harryfan74 so adorbs!
billieellish she’s adorable i swear!!
bellahadid ❤️
zayn finally able to gush about my god-child! 
yn my angel
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do harry styles and y/n having a baby together
Pregnancy Announcement 🐇
a/n: i thought that the pregnancy announcement would be posted more than halfway through the pregnancy. (just seems like something harry would do lol) may continue it after they have the baby 🫶🏽…
*notharrystyles22 is harry’s private instagram*
masterlist | post box 💌 open
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harrystyles our baby girl. May 2023
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enews styles baby
vogue …
↳ yourinstagram ;)
annetwist my babies.
harryloml OMG WHAT
hrryynupdates GIRL DAD
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yourinstagram my spring angel 💐
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y/nupdates don’t cry. don’t cry. don’t cry.
harrystyles forever and always.
annetwist 🐇🐇🐇
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harrystyles beautiful girls.
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gucci onesies ready to go.
annetwist so excited
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↳ harrystyles tell me about it
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notharrystyles22 teaching me the ways - to be ready for our girl xx
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notharrystyles22 and to do y/ns hair
↳ yourinstagram love you forvever
annetwist 🥹
↳ yourinstagram really going to need you to make a parenting book
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yourinstagram pluto loves our baby’s bunny
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gemmastyles the most peaceful home
bunnybabies don’t worry we got more 🐇
y/nrryupdates aweeeee
harrystyles our little family.
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Do you write for Harry? If so, can I get one where he has a show and his girl is acting out before so now he has to go on stage upset and punish her when he’s done? Maybe some ddlg vibes if you’re down
NO MINORS ALLOWED
tw: belting
This gif is the perfect representation of what he would do as soon as you two were alone in his green room
Like, okey. Imagine him doing this and you're just standing there like 🧍♀️ because you didn't know you made him this mad
He doesn't want you to have any mental comfort such as grabbing or biting the blanket
Tonight he wants to hear you beg
You clouded his brain during his entire set by the tones and the sass he had to endure moments before stepping on stage
Harry is used to having complete control on tour so when you, a guest, act out it reflects poorly on him for bringing you
Everyone seemed to get that message loud and clear except you. But you will...
He would stalk back over to you, his 5'11 height seeming more intimidating with his anger adding 10 inches
His whole hand would wrap around the back of your neck, pushing guiding you over to the newly stripped bed
The way he would push you down face first, dragging your ankles until your feet were dangling off the bed
Tonight you were not his little girl
Harry would yank your bottoms and panties down in one fell swoop, still not having said a word since he got off stage
You didn't dare look back, but you heard the metal of his belt being fumbled with and then a fast swooping sound
His hand ran over your bum before placing a kiss to your right cheek
You coudn't help but let a tear escape as you knew you were done for. What really hurt is how hurt you made him. You just wanted to be bratty that day
OOOOFFFF the first shot is always the hardest, they say. Harry would make sure to stomp that saying into the ground
Hands that big carry nothing but strength, and the grip he had on that looped belt was deadly
The screams. Oh the screams you scrumpt were deafening
It honestly fueled his rage that you could be playing the victim. He knew you were in pain, but what about his pain?
Can you imagine being in this situation with nothing to hold on to?
Damn those tightly tucked beds
The beautiful red welts forming on your soft ebony skin with each crack of the belt
“Daddy please! It hurts!”
The mindfuck of soothing your aches for only a second before landing another snack but with his hand this time
Your ass would be piping hot
But the aftercare…
He would still have you on your stomach when he went to get ice cubes wrapped in a towel
He would sit there with you, listening to your hiccuped sobs as he rubbed the ice over your sores
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you said sleepily
Harry would give you a kiss to the temple as he watched you eyes slowly shut
He would definitely have to go for a walk after a session like that
And rightfully so
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