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three’s company, ii.

pairing: harry styles x florence pugh x reader warnings: polyamory relationship, mature themes, oral (m/f receiving), minors dni wc: 6k+

part one.

“Hey, I’m Harry Styles,” Harry smiles at the camera. He turns to you, sitting in the middle of him and Florence.

“I’m Y/N… Y/L/N.”

“And I’m Florence…” she looks at you, mimicking your pause. “Pugh.”

The crew member nods from next to the camera man, and Harry takes it over.

“And this is our autocomplete interview!” Jazz hands.

Florence rolls her eyes while you wink at the camera, and in a few minutes, Florence is being given a cardboard that has your name on it, the questions asked covered in white tape.

Does Y/N Y/L/N…

“Does Y/N Y/L/N…” Florence starts, pursing her plump lips which you have to stop staring at. “Drive?” She finishes, turning to you and Harry copies her, then lets out a laugh.

You turn to him, hitting his chest. “I do– can drive, thank you very much.”

“Yeah, very badly,” he adds, leaning his head on your shoulder. “Very– very badly.”

“Hey!”

“I think she’s fine,” Florence shrugs, the air shifting in the room for some reason.

Harry is not having any of it. “Maybe it’s because you drive just as badly, Florence.”

They decide to stop filming whilst you all argue and bicker back and forth, making the crew members laugh and smile at the interaction.

When the camera is back on, the blonde takes off yet another strip of tape.

“Does Y/N Y/L/N have a boyfriend– ooh!”

“I don’t!” It comes easy to you.

Harry, feeling comfortable and lucky enough, brings his right foot next to yours as your shoes touch, away from all the eyes and the cameras, and you smile.

“Next one, then,” Florence removes another tape. “Does Y/N Y/L/N cry on set– ha! These are good.”

Harry laughs. “Take it away, Y/N.”

“Um,” you clear your throat. “I did– once! And for some reason, Harry Styles thought it would be funny to post it on his Twitter.”

Florence places her hand on your thigh, though due to the amount of people in the room, you shake your leg, and her hand falls.

She doesn’t say or do anything.

“You were trending,” Harry says, and that’s that.

Does Harry Styles…

“Harry Styles…” you read, removing the tape. “Fall.”

Harry slaps his forehead, and you both laugh. “Not the best moment of my career,” the crew laughs along with you girls on either side of him. “Which is why I have a song called Falling.”

“We get it,” Florence rolls. “You sing.”

“Okay,” removing another tape. “Harry Styles… girlfriends, or boyfriends?” You add to the question, turning to him with wiggled eyebrows. “How many have you got, mate?”

A beat of silence. “None, I’m afraid. No partners.”

“Hm,” Florence shrugs. “That wasn’t exciting, at all.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You’re boring,” she turns to you. “Next.”

You nod, hands going up to remove yet-another-strip. “Harry Styles… movies– oh! I know this one!”

Florence laughs. “You sound excited.”

“Dunkirk,” you start, counting your fingers. Harry places his fingers over yours, and helps you count, nodding. “My Policeman, and Don’t Worry Darling.”

“You forgot Infinity War,” Florence chimes in.

“Well,” Harry shrugs. “It was a small part, anyway.”

You laugh. “An Avengers film nonetheless. I guess I’m the only one here who hasn’t worked with Marvel,” you shrug, making an act of wiping an imaginary tear as Harry lets out a cackle.

He places his hand on your thigh and squeezes a very brief moment before letting go. “It’s okay, maybe you’re meant for something bigger, Y/L/N.”

You shake your head, and place your head on his shoulder. “It’s Marvel.”

You guys move on, adjusting the cardboard in your hand.

Florence reaches to remove another strip. “What a satisfying noise, by the way.”

You nod. “Agreed.”

She clears her throat, and you’re sure the camera pans into Harry’s nervous face.

“What… Harry Styles… wait–” Florence furrows her brows, and you can’t help but look at her pouty lips that come with it. You shake it off, and smile at the camera as Harry chuckles beside you. “What are Harry Styles fans called?” Florence reads the question fully, and throws the strip over her head, making both of you watch the little paper disappear.

“Hmm,” Harry hums.

“Aren’t they called Directioners?” You say with a dead serious look in your face.

It takes everyone a moment before everyone bursts into laughter.

“Good one,” Florence extends her fist, and you both fistbump before Harry moves from next to you, and swats both your hands away.

“This is about me,” he says, looking at you pointedly, but the smile on his face says otherwise. “They’re– I guess they call themselves ‘Harries’.”

“So wait,” you say. “If your fans are called ‘Harries’, what are Niall Horan’s fans called?”

Harry rolls his eyes, knowing the on-going joke of you and having a platonic crush on Niall Horan.

“Let’s not,” Florence mutters, and Harry nods, completely ignoring you for the sake of the cameras.

She rips out another strip of paper.

“Is Harry Styles… American?” Florence reads, and everybody in the studio laughs.

Harry groans. “Who– why?”

“Just in case his weird accent hasn’t given him away,” you nod to the camera. “He’s from England.”

“To be fair,” Florence purses her lips, and crosses one leg over the other. You look up at her face. “You don’t have a strong English accent.”

“Neither do you!” Harry argues back.

They did do that a lot, bicker back and forth, and it always made you laugh.

In this case, you couldn’t do the thing you did whenever they argued because of the cameras. Instead, you place your hands on both their chests to stop their bickering.

“Guys– guys,” you laugh. “We have a job to do.”

“I can’t believe you made fun of my accent,” Harry mutters under his breath.

Florence looks up from the little board in your hands, and gives him a smirk before ripping yet-another one. “How was Harry Styles… discovered?”

“Hm,” Harry nods, flicking his hair back. “I was on the X Factor. I guess… that’s what happened.”

“That’s it?” You look to your side, giving him a puzzled look. “You sure do love talking.”

“So, I was on the X Factor. They made me change two songs because some other contestant was going to sing the ones I initially chose–”

Florence gasps. “–You weren’t singing ‘Isn’t She Lovely’ initially?”

“Nope.”

“What were your first choices?”

“Well– they make you choose a couple. Mine was ‘Isn’t She Lovely’, of course, and I can’t remember the other two but I guess one was a Billy Joel song.”

Does Florence Pugh…

Harry lets out a whistle when they hand him Florence’s board. You turn more towards him so that you can peel the strips off.

Florence coughs into her fist. “I’m nervous– why am I nervous?”

You turn your face to where she’s seated next to you, and send her a smile, almost forgetting where you are when she looks you in the eye with the same look she gives you whenever you three are on your own.

“Why?” You say, still smiling.

“I don’t know. Just–” she nods. “–Let’s start.”

“Does Florence Pugh… have a twin?” You read, and Harry lets out a chuckle.

“I do not have a twin,” Florence says, looking at the camera. “But people on Instagram apparently created this meme of blonde me and ginger-haired me where they think the ginger one is my… more vibrant twin.”

“I remember seeing one!” You laugh.

“But yeah,” she nods. “I don’t have a twin. I have three siblings.”

“Okay,” you clear your throat, and remove another strip, looking at Harry for him to read the question.

He gets the memo.

“Does Florence Pugh and Zach Braff friend? Wow, that’s a sentence,” Harry clears his throat, clearly nervous and uncomfortable with the name being mentioned.

You turn to him, and move your foot closer to him, and he gives you a small nod before you start talking, not waiting for Florence to respond to the question.

“First of all,” you say, flipping your hair back. “Grammar.”

Florence looks at you. “What’s second?”

“I didn’t think that far ahead– take it away, Flo.”

“Okay, well,” she gives you a look, and you know she’s as uncomfortable as both of you. “Zach and I are friends, yes.”

“O-kay!” Harry chirps. “Let’s keep going. Does Florence Pugh… cook?”

She smiles, clearly happy that the attention has shifted onto something else. “I do!”

“She’s the best cook I know,” you nod, smiling down at her.

“What about me?”

You turn to Harry, and look him up and down. “You never cooked for me, Harry.”

“When did Florence cook for you?” Harry presses, knowing full-well when and how she cooked for the both of you.

You shrug. “Sorry,” you say. “I’m not allowed to disclose any more information at this time.”

He moves onto another question as you rip the strip. “Does Florence Pugh… like Y/N Y/L/N? Hah!” Harry lets out a cackle, and you both turn to him with puzzled expressions as the people around you laugh.

“Uh,” Florence laughs, though you know it’s a nervous one. “I do like Y/N Y/L/N, she’s awesome.”

You turn to her, and smile. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” she whispers, and it feels as though the time has stopped, and it’s just the two of you gazing at one another.

“I like Y/N Y/L/N, too,” Harry interrupts the moment, and you turn to him with a smile.

“Thanks, I like you, too. Sometimes.”

You leave the studio with Florence and Harry following behind, your stylists and managers walking close behind as the driver opens the door to the SUV and you all get in, and you watch as the others get into a different SUV parked behind yours.

You sniff, suddenly feeling too cold and tired, and your hand goes up to your hair, itching the product away before Harry reaches for your hand, and places a water bottle between your fingers.

You smile, and take a sip before extending the bottle so that Florence can take a sip, too, like she normally would. But, instead, she shakes her head, and takes her headphones from her tote, and puts them on, clearly not in the mood to deal with the two of you. You raise your eyebrows, and turn to Harry, seeing the same look on his face.

He shrugs, and takes a bottle for himself. “That was fun,” he says, closing the lid before turning to his manager who sits on his right.

You sigh, and lean back in your seat, but can’t help but steal glances at Florence, seeing her close her eyes as soon as you turn to her.

It hurts, and you can’t help but take it personally.

So, knowing you can trust Harry’s manager and your stylist, you place your hand on her bare knee, stroking the cold skin with your thumb, but she does something that makes you frown even harder.

She moves her knee, crosses one leg over the other, and your hand falls.

You take out your phone, and find her contact, knowing she won’t talk to you at the moment.

What’s going on?

I’m tired.

??? You’re ignoring me.

Sorry not everything is about you. Just tired.

You don’t respond to that. Instead, you look through Instagram, like a few photos, then move onto Twitter. You smile at a few tweets mentioning you and Florence’s ‘friendship’, though can’t help the heavy feeling in your chest when you remember how cold she has been. You try to think back to the day, trying to come up with something you have said, or done to cause the change in her attitude towards you. You wonder if she felt the same anger towards Harry, or if you could even call it ‘anger’, seeing how she insisted on calling it exhaustion.

You arrive back at the hotel, where everyone’s supposed to pack their bags and go home for the night before tomorrow’s busy schedule. You walk beside Harry, despite waiting a few seconds after getting out of the car for Florence to catch up to you, but she never does. She takes her time, and with her headphones still on head, she waits for you to walk ahead before following. You shrug, and catch up to Harry before bidding ‘see you’s to your and his manager, and you walk into the lift, pressing the button so that it waits for Florence as well.

It’s just the three of you now, and the silence, you’re sure, is killing both yourself, and Harry.

Harry's the first one to break.

He reaches, and takes Florence’s headphones off of her, and Florence startles before frowning, an angry look following close behind.

“What the fuck?” She fixes her hair, and places a strand behind her ear. “Give it back.”

“No.”

“Harry,” she mutters, though it’s enough for you to reach for the headphones in Harry’s hand.

You try to take it, and give it to her, but Harry’s not having it. Instead of letting you have it, he moves his hand, and you look up.

“Harry,” you mimic Florence.

“No, Y/N, Florence needs to stop being a dickhead and communicate what the fuck is wrong with her,” Harry sends a nod your way, and you gulp, stealing glances at a very bored-looking Florence.

Bored, and annoyed.

“I am not being a dickhead just because I don’t want to talk,” she bites back, once again reaching for her headphones.

Harry refuses to let it go.

“What’s your problem?”

“Nothing.”

She watches them both stare at each other, and just when Harry opens his mouth, the doors to the lift opens and Florence is the first one to get out, leaving them behind– but not before she snatches the headphones from Harry’s hands.

“Just, leave her,” you mutter, following behind Florence.

“I’m not– you can’t let her treat us like that because she wrote and played a villain story of us in her head,” Harry shakes his head, and slows down so you can walk side by side.

You stop in front of your own hotel room, and watch Florence already taking out her card before she shows it to the door, and goes inside without a glance or a word.

“I’m just–” you sigh, trying to find your own card in your backpack. “–I think she’s just overwhelmed and tired,” the door reads the card, and it opens with a click before you walk in, Harry following without a word. “Especially after that Zach question.”

Harry sighs, watching you walk into the bathroom to take off your makeup. “Y/N,” he mumbles. “That doesn’t give her the right to treat us like shit.”

“Everyone has a bad day, H.”

“I’m just– I wish she could communicate more– tell us what’s on her mind. I don’t like her silent treatments.”

You place the cotton pad down, and turn to him. “I don’t like this– it’s like we’re talking behind her back.”

“I’m just saying.”

“We’ll talk to her later. Again,” you sigh, fingers working the cotton pad as you wipe the remnants of your makeup.

The knock on the door startles the both of you, and Harry rolls his eyes before reaching a hand and opening the door since he was already close to it. You walk outside the bathroom to see the mystery person, though the glare Florence is giving at the both of you makes you stop in your tracks, cotton pad still between your fingers.

“Flo?”

She turns to you, clearly not wanting to look at Harry any longer. Harry looks like he feels the same.

“You know what?” Florence places her hand on her hip. “Fuck both of you.”

“Hey, hey!” Harry closes the door before she can leave, and you can only stay put and watch the both of them give each other dirty looks before Harry starts talking. “Will you stop being a child and tell us what’s wrong?”

“A child? Because I’m the one going behind your backs, right?” She says, leaning back against the door, hands clasped in front of her like she always does when bored.

You raise your eyebrows, thinking she’s heard Harry talk about her just earlier. “You’re– you’ve been acting weird, Flo,” you murmur, and look down at the dirty cotton pads.

Harry leans back against the vanity. “You’re avoiding us, not talking to us and basically being mean for no reason when all we wanted was to talk. What’s going on?” He murmurs the last bit, voice suddenly velvety compared to how he was a moment ago: rushed and stern.

Florence sighs, though you can tell she’s still got her guard up. “I feel– I felt like an idiot. Still do.”

“Why?” You ask, walking closer, but still keeping your distance just in case.

“Because, I wish you two would’ve come clean about it– told me what’s going on instead of me putting two and two together. I’m not a child, okay? I can handle it.”

“Handle what?” Harry asks, brows furrowed. “What are you on about?”

“Handle you two fucking behind my back,” she glares at him, voice feeling like thorns against your skin.

You startle at that. “What?”

Harry, though, lets out a laugh, making you both send a glare his way.

“Harry–” You ask him to stop.

“Flo, love,” Harry walks over to her, and strokes the side of her face despite the glaring contest Florence has got going on. “Where did you get that from?”

Florence gulps, tries to move away from Harry’s touch, but Harry doesn’t let her. Instead, he places his forehead against hers and you smile, bite your bottom lip at the tenderness of the whole thing.

“It was obvious,” Florence turns to you, a defeated look on her face.

“Yeah but Flo,” you decide to join in. “We’re not doing anything behind your back.”

“Come on,” she laughs, though it’s a bitter one. “I saw the way you were looking at her,” she turns to Harry. “You want to fuck her.”

“I want to fuck both of you!” Harry shouts.

“You pushed my hand away,” she says, pointedly, looking at you.

“I did? I didn’t even realise I was doing such a thing, Flo.”

“I just–” she looks down, and Harry walks back, giving her some space. “I’m sorry.”

“You should talk to us,” Harry whispers, reaching for her hand. “Instead of ignoring us like that.”

“I’m sorry for being rude,” she sighs. She looks up from her shoes, and immediately reaches for you, and you let her interlock your fingers. “I was jealous.”

You smile, and stroke the back of her hand with your thumb. “You do not have to be. No one would go behind your back like that– none of us would.”

“I know– deep down, I do know that. I was just jealous and– no offence Harry, but Y/N’s been like the it girl right now. It felt like I had to fight you for her attention.”

“Oh, Flo,” Harry shakes his head, and leans in, and presses a kiss on her nose. She smiles, and you do, too, seeing their sweet interaction. “You both are so important to me. This relationship is not just me and Y/N, or you and her. It’s the three of us. We’re in this together.”

Florence nods. “I know, I’m sorry, guys.”

You shake your head, and reach for her face to kiss her forehead. She smiles, leaning into the touch. “It’s okay. I’m glad we talked about this.”

“Yeah,” she nods once more. “I am, too. I’m glad Harry hasn’t stolen you.”

“Hey!” Harry butts in. “Why is it me the one stealing– why can’t it be the other way around?”

Both girls turn to him, eyebrows raised, and he can’t do anything but shrug before you burst into laughter.

Harry smiles, looking down at the both of you before he leans in, and presses his lips against Florence’s. You watch them with a smile on your face, and reach to stroke Florence’s arm, feeling her respond to your touch as much as she’s responding to Harry’s. She lets you squeeze her hand a few times, and when Harry stops, Florence surges forward, and puts her lips on yours, captivating your mouth in a mouth-bruising kiss. You know the kiss echoes ‘sorry’s and ‘I’m glad we’re here, together’, so you let her place her hands on your waist, and walk you backwards towards the bed.

You open your eyes for a short moment to see where Harry is, and it makes you smile how she’s got her hand in his, and is guiding him to the bed as well.

Harry grabs her by the waist, and pushes her down, making her sit on the bed as you stand awkwardly for a second before Harry’s hand finds your back, and he strokes for a moment before turning his attention to you.

“Why don’t we show her how much we care about her, Y/N?” Harry says, smiling down at Florence.

You nod at no one in particular, even though you don’t know what he wants from you. Florence looks up to you, eyes nearly shut, and you smile down at her before you swoop in, and help her lay down on the bed, before she looks up at Harry, as if to get permission. He bites his bottom lip, and smiles, while nodding.

“Go on, love,” Harry whispers. “Kiss her.”

Both girls know what he’s planning on doing.

When Florence whines at the loss of your lips on hers, you turn your attention back to her, and get on the bed, legs on each side of her body, and move closer to her face. You start kissing her plump lips, teeth grazing her bottom lip before she opens wider, a whine escaping her mouth before you dart your tongue out, and slip it in her mouth. She copies the movement, your tongues sliding against each other as you start sucking hers, then without thinking too much, you travel your hand up to her breasts, and massage her left boob over her tank top.

“Yeah?” You look down at her, both your lips bitten and glistening with the remnants of your kiss.

She nods, a sheepish smile appearing on her face before you sit on her lower body, your aching pussy over hers. She lets out a moan when you rub yourself against her.

You turn to your back for a second, and Harry’s already seated on the armchair by the window, legs wide open as he palms himself over his trousers.

When you make eye contact, he grins. “Make her feel good, Y/N,” he says, voice full of confidence. “Make her believe she’s the one for us.”

Florence lets out a meek sound, like she’s in pain underneath you, and you turn back to her, hands already working the top so you’ve more access to her chest. She helps you take the top off, and you let out a grin when you notice she hasn’t been wearing a bra. She watches your every move, every movement of your eyes wandering from place to place on her chest, and you can’t help but lean in and pepper kisses across her chest, stopping once you reach her already hardened nipple. Without breaking eye contact, you put it in your mouth, swirl the nub with your tongue before applying pressure with your teeth, grazing her nipple ever-so-gently as she lets out the prettiest moan.

From the corner of your eye, you feel Harry get up from his seat, and he walks over to you on the bed, and sits against the perfectly-placed, plump pillows so that he can watch you work your tongue on Florence easier.

He gives you a smile, keep going.

And, you do.

“I love your boobs,” you mutter, blowing hot air against his pebbled nipple.

When you look up for a moment, Harry’s already got his cock out, and he’s working his hardening length, thumb stroking the underside of his cock as he keeps watching you play with Florence.

“Please–” Florence sputters out, “–Y/N, do something.”

“What do you want me to do?” You whisper, tongue already darting to lick the underside of her boob before you move on to the other one.

You kiss as your other hand massages her left one, lips attached to the darker nub as you swirl your tongue around it, sucking it more into your mouth as she tries to buck her hips, just to get some friction.

Harry snickers when you look up from her, and you make eye contact, him knowing where this is all going.

“Are you gonna give her what she wants?”

Florence groans. “Hell yeah she is– aren’t you,” she finds your eyes. “You’ll make me feel good, won’t you?”

And, how can you say no to her?

Your relationship with both of them so far, have always put you in a position where you adore making them feel content and pleased, satisfied– in every possible way. You would go to the ends just to make Harry or Florence feel good; and you liked it. You loved being praised by the pair, such a good girl, they would say, always making Daddy and Flo feel good– so good…

“I will,” you nod, and it’s more to yourself rather than them. “I’ll make you feel good.”

You pop the buttons to her jeans, probably something she has put on after the interview and before coming to your hotel room. She’s helpful, helps you get rid of them as quickly as possible as the denim finds its place on the floor, by the bed before you move your body down, just so you can give her thighs attention.

You kiss her left one first, moving your lips to the insides of her plush thighs, her little moans encouraging you like a moth into a flame. She’s soft, and warm, so you open your mouth, and graze your teeth over the area where you know she loves to be touched. She agrees, and lets out a hiss when you bite into the flesh– hard.

You can’t help but look up at her, watching you watch her, as Harry watches from his place on the bed. He watches you both like a hawk, and it spurs you on, and you go in with yet-another bite before kissing and licking her thigh, then move up, up and up, until you reach her cotton panties. You smell her, and smile, because it’s your favourite scent– coconut.

You look up at her when your mouth finds her sensitive area, her pussy, and you kiss her folds over the thin material of her panties, making her gulp and moan softly. You mouth at the lace bits of her panties, feeling her breathing get more frantic with every kiss– every swipe of your tongue, and she finally places her hand on your head, pressing you harder into her pussy, and Harry chuckles. He’s enjoying the cat-mouse way too much, you know for sure. So, you look up at him, then at Florence, and you watch her lick her plump bottom lip before she moves her hand once more, pressing your head into her harder.

You kiss, you lick, and once you decide it’s enough torture for her, you place your fingers on either side of her panties, and slide them down her legs. The piece of fabric joins her jeans on the floor.

You loved pleasuring her– you loved pleasuring women in particular. Sure, you loved and cherished your time with Harry, getting to know his body, his little quirks, what he loves the most and where he loves to be touched… but it was different with women. It was sacred, tender, like you were getting acquainted with a melody before turning it into a whole song.

“Come on,” Florence mumbles, voice hoarse. “Come on, baby.”

You start off with pressing butterfly kisses on the upper side of her pussy, the tiny hairs there feeling like pins and needles, and you smile, eyes closing immediately when she pulls your hair, only a little, and you know it’s her way of saying keep going. You do. You open your mouth, and suck a mark onto her warm flesh, lips dangerously close to the lips, and you bring your hand up there, and swipe a finger across her wet cunt, humming when you feel her buck her hips.

“Yeah?” You say, looking up from her pussy.

“Please– come on.”

You rub her pussy with gentle strokes, and steal a glance at Harry, seeing him lazily stroke his cock, ring-clad fingers looking like a framed artefact. Your attention is brought back to Florence when she hums at the feeling of your fingers on her pussy, and you begin to rub only a little faster, feeling her spongy clit at the tip of your thumb.

“You’re so wet,” you mumble into the stillness of the room, and she chuckles, fingers tightening on your scalp. You keep going.

With one last look at Harry, earning a nod from him, you turn your attention back to her, and move closer to her pussy. You kiss the lips, thumb still on there, and you dart out your tongue to lick the wetness of her. It’s warm, slick, a little salty, and you love it– you love feeling her against your tongue. You move closer to her wetness, nose touching the top of her pussy, making her groan in anticipation, though she doesn’t need to wait any longer as you press your face harder into her, and slide your tongue up and down against her wetness– her slick covering your nose and chin.

“God–” she groans, one hand over her eyes. “You’re so good to me.”

You look up through your lashes. “Yeah– I am?” You want to be praised.

She nods, a lazy grin on her face. “So good, baby– isn’t she, H?”

You lick and lick, not even looking up at him as you suck her clit into your mouth, tongue sliding up and down recklessly against her.

You hear him, loud and clear. A good slut– the best one.

And, you are– you are.

You hum against her, her fingers tightening their hold on you, and you graze your teeth over her sensitive clit once more, her hips bucking up to keep up with the torture of your tongue on her clit.

It’s warm and wet all over: all over your body, your face, her pussy. Everything– everywhere is warm.

Her one hand slides down to you, strokes your back as you work her pussy and keep licking her slickness, humming in between licks, wanting her to know how much you’re enjoying your job.

You bring one of your hands to her pussy, rub her clit a few times with your thumb before you slide it down to her hole, collecting some of her wetness before you push it inside, tongue still swiping across her wet cunt. You pump your fingers in harsh movements, because you know she loves it fast and sloppy– but so good.

“Oh my God–” you look up when she curses, chin all wet, and she gulps at the dirty sight. “You’re so good, so fucking good.”

You smile, fingers still deep inside her warm cunt, and turn to Harry.

He’s playing with his balls, cock laid against his groin– all slick, the tip an angry shade of pink as it leaks drops of precum. He smiles at you, bottom lip going between his teeth as he moves to his cock, slender fingers pumping himself up and down as he lets out the lowest whines, head pushed back against the plush pillows but eyes still on you two.

You look down at her, and bite the side of her pussy as you insert another finger, now two in her snug walls as she hisses and moans, your fingers fucking in and out of her with ease. Your thumb works her clit as well as your tongue all over her, and when your thumb isn’t at work, you lick her swollen clit, sucking the little nub into your mouth as Florence encourages you with her hand on your head. You move one hand up to her boob, and squeeze her nipple, thumbing at her hard, sensitive nub as you move to the other one, tweaking and twisting her dark nipple between your thumb and index finger.

You look up at her, mouth still feasting on her cunt, and she bites her lip, eyes closing shut as she arches her back, head leaning back as much as she can as she mutters out the words, I’m gonna come.

“Good girl, Y/N,” Harry mutters from his place, and you move your eyes so you can see the pleased expression on his face. “Make her come.”

When she comes, she presses your face harder into her cunt, your face becoming one with her slickness, and you hum and moan against her as her pussy clenches around your fingers, her breathing trying to keep up with your movements.

She’s gorgeous– but when she comes, she’s a different type of beautiful. You want to bottle up the sounds she makes, frame the face she makes and hang it on your wall, and you want to scream, tell her how much you love her. But, instead, you pepper open-mouth kisses all over her, her pussy still spent, wet, and swollen, and she strokes the side of your face, hand travelling down to wipe the wetness off.

“So good,” she whispers, smiling down. “You did so good.”

You bite your bottom lip, and turn to Harry, finding him leaning his back against the pillows, stroking his cock lazily.

“Is it my turn?” He says, voice velvety.

Turning back to Florence, you see her nod. “Go,” she says, thumbing at your bottom lip. “Go make him come.”

You move onto the bed, hands and knees as you crawl to him, and he opens his legs wider so you can situate yourself between them, hands finding their place on his thighs. You look to the side, and notice his trousers on the floor, and he doesn’t miss a beat when he places his hand on your chin, and guides you into him, lips closing around yours in a mouth-bruising kiss. You kiss for a few seconds, all teeth and mouth as Harry sucks your tongue into his own mouth, then bites harshly into your bottom lip, making you moan and hiss at the feeling.

You look up at him, and he presses you down until your mouth is on his cock. You let out a choked sound when he presses you harder into him, and the tip touches the back of your throat, making you hum and gargle against him.

He’s enjoying it way too much, you know for sure, and with his big, warm cock still in your mouth, you look up at him, and watch him watch Florence from the corner of his eye. Feeling jealous all of a sudden, you try to back up, his hand still on the back of your head, and you feel hands on your clothed arse. She squeezes the flesh over your clothes, and you moan around Harry’s cock, making him let out a groan.

“My girls,” Harry manages to mutter out, voice spent, but feels like silk nonetheless. “She just can’t stay away from you,” he says to you, hand stroking the back of your head.

“Mhm,” Florence murmurs, face suddenly too close to your back. She presses a few kisses under your top, then helps you remove your trousers, along with your lace panties.

Harry presses you harder into him, not liking the lack of attention on his cock, and you swipe your tongue around his wet tip, sucking it into your mouth as he moans over you. You pull away from his cock for a moment, and he pulls you into a mouth-bruising, fiery kiss as your tongues dance in slow licks. Sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, you feel Florence rubbing your pussy with slow, lazy strokes of her thumb, making you moan into Harry’s mouth.

Harry pulls away first. “Suck,” he says, hand guiding you onto him, his cock in your mouth once again.

And, you do. You suck him into your mouth, tongue swirling around his sensitive head as you taste his precum, salty and sour, but you still hum around him when you feel Florence attach her plump lips to your cunt, licking first before she spits. You feel her saliva drip from your asshole to your sensitive cunt, and as Harry fucks into your mouth in slow bucks of his hips, she starts rubbing your clit with her tongue.

The feeling is exhilarating, feeling both Harry and Florence all over you, and for a moment, you let go of him– take him out of your mouth as you bring your mouth down to his balls, and you suck them into your mouth, licking and swirling your tongue around the soft, but tight flesh. You don’t mind the subtle hair there as he presses you harder and in harsh movements into him, and you take more and more of him before letting out a pained squeal when you feel Florence get her teeth on your pussy, biting down the most sensitive parts of you. You feel her smile and chuckle against your wet folds, and Harry does, too, stroking the side of your face with his big hands before pulling you away from his balls with long, ring-clad fingers under your chin.

“Can’t get enough of you,” Harry sighs, watching you for a moment before his eyes move to Florence as she sucks your folds into your mouth.

You respond with a moan, head tilting back in pleasure as it gets bigger and bigger, the fire in the pit of your stomach. You know you’re close, so you want him to feel the same as you close your lips around his hard cock once more. He groans, sends his head back as it rests against the white, crisp pillows of the hotel room.

“Gonna come?” Florence murmurs against your tight hole, fingers starting to pump in and out of you without a warning.

You nod against Harry, and you don’t care if she sees it or not: you just keep sucking him off. Grazing your teeth against the sensitive area of his tip, you earn a hiss, then his hold on your head becomes tighter as does the feeling in your stomach. It’s too much, her touch and mouth on your cunt, so you try to tell her to either stop, or keep going– everything is too much, you can’t comprehend what to say or do. You back up against her touch, and Harry keeps fucking your mouth, and you come with a long sigh and a moan against Harry’s cock, it’s no surprise when he spills into your mouth.

You can’t help the movement of your mouth as some of Harry’s cum spills and runs down your chin, dirtying the top you’re wearing, though neither of you seem to mind. Harry curses into the stillness of your hotel room as Florence keeps pressing soothing kisses on your back, then on your ass cheeks. You smile and shake your head at the situation you’re in, though neither Florence or Harry seem to care.

You look up at Harry first, chin still painted with his cum. “So?” You murmur, still on all fours as Florence rests her head on your bare ass. You turn your face. “We’re good?” You ask, hesitation clear in your voice.

She looks up, a lazy grin on her face. “Better than ever,” she nods, kissing the soft, warm flesh of your ass. She straightens up on the bed, and turns to Harry. “You owe both of us an orgasm.”

Harry clears his throat, wiping the sweat off of his forehead with his forearm. “Do I?” He says quietly, a smirk painted on his lips.

He looks down at you, hand coming to wipe his remnants off of your chin. You lean into the touch.

“I’m sorry,” you feel Florence get up from her position, and walk towards Harry as she plonks herself next to him, her hand already in the air for you to take it.

You take it, and walk to the other side of him, and you cuddle into them with eyes closed and a content smile on your face.

Harry kisses both your heads, and turns to Florence. “Apology accepted,” he turns to you.

You chuckle against his neck, hand finding Florence’s. “Ditto. Just– we would never go behind your back.”

“Never,” Harry nods, and presses another kiss on her forehead. “When you feel like that– when you feel like you’ve got worries and questions, just talk to us.”

“Mmh,” she nods, yawning. “Okay, yeah.”

“So,” Harry yawns, much like Florence, and squeezes you both. “Is this a good time to say my mum wants to meet you guys?”

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whitemancumslut · 1 year

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LOVE ON SET

y/n and harry have been discreetly dating for months and when the bts of dwd come out…

a/n got really bored so here’s a blurb from my old account :(

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harrysupdates NEW!!! UNSEEN PHOTO OF Y/N AND HARRY DURING THE FILMING OF DON’T WORRY DARLING??? WHAT THE ACTUAL

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harryfan1 YOURE TELLING ME CAMERAS WERENT ROLLING???

harryfan2 NO THEY WERE NOT. THIS IS A CONFIRMATION THEYRE DATING

ynfan1 let’s not jump to conclusions

harryfan3 HOLY CRAP

ynfan2 if it’s true cameras weren’t rolling and that they are actually dating after months of suspicion then i’ll be happier than ever

ynfan3 i agree

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ynupdates NEW! MORE OLD PHOTOS OF HARRY AND Y/N DURING THEIR FILMING FOR DWD!!

ynfan1 HOW DID WE NOT SEE THESE?? THEY WERENT EVEN FILMING OH MY GOD

harryfan1 SO THEY ARE DATING ???

harryfan2 for a while now

ynfan2 how do you know that

harryfan2 our suspicions never lie

harryfan3 HE KISSED HER FREAKING CHEEK WHAT

harryfan4 If we don’t get a birthday post for her next week— count your days styles

ynfan3 you’re so real for this

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ynupdates Y/N AND HARRY BTS OF DWD!!!

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ynfan1 IM SMILING TOO HARD RN

ynfan2 WHERE ARE THESE PHOTOS COMING FROM WHAT THE HELL

harryfan1 LITERALLY??

harryfan2 it’s confirmed no way they’re not dating

harryfan3 they’re actually in love stop

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yourinstagram my love🤍

ynfan1 IM SORRY???

harryfan1 TAKE ME.

ynfan2 NO WAY Y/N

ynfan2 “PRETTY”?? KILL. ME. NOW.

ynfan3 IM CRYING WHAT

harryfan2 OH MY WORD

harryfan3 no way no way no way

harryfan4 wake up harry just posted. WAKE UP HARRY JUST POSTED Y/N

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ynupdates Y/N AND HARRY AT HER BIRTHDAY PARTY LAST NIGHT 😭😭

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harryfan1 too much content at this point it feels like a dream.

ynfan1 you’re so real for this because same. this does not feel real

ynfan2 literally like there’s no way .

harryfan2 OH MY GOD

harryfan3 BABIES!!!

ynfan3 okay but they’re so pretty together

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harryfan1 wow. this is real

harryfan2 i don’t know man im still trying to wrap my head around this whole thing.

ynfan1 OH MY

ynfan2 OH THEY KISSING IN PUBLIC NOW???

ynfan3 too much happening at once

harryfan3 LITERALLY LIKE??

ynfan4 NAUR WHATTT

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harryfan1 DID YOU GET HACKED???

ynfan1 LMFAO IMAGINE

ynfan2 no because no way harry styles posted this

harryfan2 HARRY???

ynfan3 UM????

ynfan4 WHAT WHAT WHAT?? HARRY

ynfan5 was he hacked…

harryfan3 HARRY WHAT

harryfan4 MY HEART OH MY GOD NAUR WAY

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After Show Surprise (HarryxReaderxFlorence)

AN: This is my first time writing something like this and it sat in my drafts forever so lmk what you think. As always idk how to finish a story so I may continue it, there’s not much harryxreaderxflo content on here but I liked writing abt it so if you have thoughts or ideas reply or ask!

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Tonight is Harry's last night at MSG, you are beyond proud of him and ready for the few days he has off before moving to his next residency. You have seen this show enough times that you know when he is almost finished with his set, so you slip away from your seat to set up a surprise for Harry in his dressing room. After a show, he has so much adrenaline pumping through his veins and he can't wait to get back to the hotel to rip your clothes off, so as a surprise for his last night you thought you'd let him have a sneak preview. Usually after the show he comes back to his dressing room and has some alone time as he comes down from the high of being on stage.

You quickly make your way to the room; having been there for 2 weeks you finally have a good understanding of all the hallways backstage. When you get to Harry's room you find your bag and begin changing clothes. You can hear Harry start his final goodbyes, so you know you have about 5 minutes until he gets off the stage and makes his way to you. You switch out your usual concert fit of ripped jeans and a cropped tee, for a sexy black body suit. It's a combination of lace and satin, with the lace detail in just the right spots so you can show off all your assets. You pair the bodysuit with a satin robe and get comfortable on the couch while you wait for Harry to get back. You sit back right in the middle of the comfy, oversized leather couch, cross your legs, and drape the robe off your shoulders so everything is on display.

You're looking down adjusting your top when you hear the doorknob click open. You look up, smiling ready to greet Harry but there's much more shock than enthusiasm in his eyes. Before you can register the message his face is sending you, you catch a flash of blonde hair move behind his shoulder and hear a melodic singsong "Surprise, Y/N!" You would recognize that voice anywhere. Florence, now standing beside Harry as he quickly shut the door, got a full view of your surprise.

"Erm, Y/N, Flossie was able to make it to the second half of the show and we were gonna surprise you." Harry laughed, walking toward you. "But I see now I should have given you a heads up because you had other plans for tonight." You laugh along at Harry's comment trying to cover up how mortified you are in this moment, instinctively you pull your robe closed over your chest. "Obviously I am a little underdressed," you state trying to make a joke to feel less awkward. You stand up to kiss Harry and try to act normal when you turn to Florence. "This is a wonderful surprise! I am so glad to see you, just wasn't expecting it," you hug her too.

"This is embarrassing," you blush, looking down. "Give me a second and I'll get dressed." Florence takes your chin and tilts your head up, "there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, you're stunning. Have to say, also not what I was expecting, but I can't complain." She smiles and nudges Harry, "Is this the kinda treatment you're getting every night, H? I'm kinda jealous."

"I know, I'm a lucky guy," he responds, smiling at you and taking your hand. They're being so complimentary you almost forget how exposed you are right now. "You guys are too much, but still, let me put some real clothes on. Come and sit," you lead them to the couch you had been sitting on, and as you turn to find your bag of clothes Florence grabs your arm. "Don't worry, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. I mean, you've seen more of the two of us on set anyway. Plus, I won’t be long, I don't want to spoil whatever you had planned for the evening."

Still semi-reluctant, you settle on the couch next to her and catch up for a few. You and Harry had been on tour for ages, and it had been so long since had time to talk. The three of you sat on the couch together laughing and catching up. Harry opened a bottle of wine, a few rounds later, hours that felt like only minutes had passed. You felt like it was getting colder, you looked down and realized your robe was slipping off. You were suddenly aware again that you were in fact basically naked and quickly fumbled with the robe. Florence stopped you, "you don't need to do that," and she reached up and brushed the hair out of your face.

You felt all of your blood rush to your face, as the thought of Florence flirting with you finally registered. You glanced up at Harry, but he was, as usual, hard to read. The two of you had been with a third in the past but never anyone you actually knew. And as far as you know, Florence didn't know about that, so she was coming to this conclusion all on her own. Harry wouldn't have ambushed you with this so he couldn't have set it up but thinking back three glasses of wine deep you were probably putting the energy out there all on your own.

Feeling all the tension, Florence spoke first, "Sorry if that was too forward, but I've been thinking it all night." Although you had never really talked to Harry about inviting Florence into anything with the two of you, you had considered it. It was hard not to, spending all that time on set with them watching them together and their chemistry and imagining yourself in the scene with them.

"Don't worry about it," you reply to her. "It's crossed my mind too." Suddenly you notice every detail of her face, and how her chest rises and falls with every breath. You look up to Harry again to get a sign of what the next step should be and the look on his face seems to say it all. You can tell he's studying the energy between you and Flo the look in his eye says he likes what he sees.

You turn back to Florence, but before you even say anything, she is slipping your robe the rest of the way off your shoulders, exposing your skin to the cool air, your nipples poking through the lace. She cups your face in her hands and pulls you in, embracing your lips with hers. They're much softer than you expected, kissing her is gentle and warm. You intertwine your fingers in her golden curls, deepening the kiss, your tongue find hers, her hand finding your breast. She takes your nipple between her finger and thumb and rolls it meticulously, bringing a soft moan from your lips.

You feel Harry's hand on your waist from behind. He places rough, wet kisses to your neck, as his hands explore your body too. They know their way around you too well, and he finds exactly what he's looking for. He finds your core between your legs and begins to massage you.

Placed between them, there is such juxtaposition to the way they each kiss you; yet, there's so much passion coming from both sides. You begin to pull Florence's jacket off her shoulders, and she quickly helps you with the process. Your lips break apart just long enough for you to pull her dress over her head. "Perfect, now we're even." You smile. She is wearing a white bralette, just as see through as your top, nipples perfectly poking through.

Harry is still using his expertise of your body against you; you can barely think straight. Before you combust, you lift your hips off the couch, forcing Harry's pursuit to pause, and push Florence onto her back. You begin kissing down her body. Starting with slow, soft kisses on her neck. Then you move down her chest, placing gentle nips and kisses. You massage one of her breasts in one hand while slipping the other out of her bralette. She hums her content as you kiss your way to her core. You leave gentle licks and kisses across her stomach and thighs until you find your target. She wiggles under you in response to your first contact, as you begin licking and sucking her clit, you can’t help but moan in unison with her.

“This is a great view and all, but don’t forget about me!” Harry traces his fingers down your back and kisses your shoulder. You pause your pursuit of Flo, to which she groans in frustration, to turn back and kiss Harry. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn next,” you reassure him. But as you turn back towards Florence, he grabs your hips and pulls you against him. “No, I want to give you yours!” he demands as his hand finds its way back between your legs.

You bite your lip, trying to stifle your moans, because of course Harry knows your weakness. But he knows you all too well, before you can contradict him, he’s got you up on your knees and he’s slipping out of his jeans. You lock eyes with Flo before she even says anything, her desire is all over her face -and yours. “Oh, I didn’t forget about you,” you whisper to her. Your tongue leaves a long soft trace up to her core. Just as you begin your pursuit again, you feel Harry slam into you from behind. Your gasp is softened by Florence.

The impact of Harry’s shaft radiates throughout you. It takes all your strength not to succumb to his throbbing member, as you still massage and caress Florence’s whole body. As you begin to grow higher your moans deepen and ripple across her core pushing her over the edge. The chorus of moans is what you needed to meet her there, letting out a final moan as your orgasm pulses through you. You felt Harry pull out as you fell forward resting your head on Florence’s stomach.

“Oh my god” she panted, running her hands through your hair. “I know” you looked up at her, still shocked that she was even here. Harry sat down next to you and took a sip of his drink, “so, Flo, how long are you in town?”

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cherievol6 · 2 years

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valentino

just a pre cursor! i do not believe if a woman wears a revealing dress that it is acceptable to sexualise! i’m merely using florence’s dress as inspiration for the purpose of fiction. happy reading! <3

you’re styled by valentino and harry is trying hard not to stare

word count: around 1.3k

warnings: nips? that’s not a warning, moreso a treat. swearing. heavy flirting ;)

“Oh! I’m not used to this. I’m wearing Valentino. Custom made from archive materials.” You grin, awkwardly ruffling the fuchsia pink skirt and tilting your body unconsciously away from the camera. Given your nipples were almost completely on show through the dress, you were feeling slightly uncomfortable at the attention, but grateful nonetheless for the praise and the interest they were taking in your experience of the event. Being hired by Vogue usually meant you were doing a lot of listening to celebrities and not a lot of talking, so it felt nice to be considered for once.

They continue to praise you and shower you in compliments until they’re finally halfway across the entry carpet into the Museum, leaving you pink-faced to match the hue of your outfit.

“Too kind.” You mumble, eyes flickering across the celebrities that continue to filter in through the front entrance, a flurry of colour making you feel almost dizzy paired with the heavy lights of the tent. Some celebrities walk past and shoot you a smile with a small compliment to your outfit, whilst others pass nonchalantly and don’t take much interest in the microphone you’re holding or the camera right in your face. You couldn’t blame them, to be honest; you imagine if you were a guest then you’d be too nervous to even walk up the stairs, never mind be hounded by reporters.

A chorus of chants of a particular name grab your attention and you stand higher on the tips of your already-chunky Valentino shoes, trying to make it out over the buzz of the room.

“Harry, look over here, please!” You hear a few shout, and you feel your stomach flutter slightly. A tall supermodel steps out of your line of vision and there he stand; Harry Styles in all of his glory, a beige coloured Gucci suit embroidered with assortments of flowers in a fine ivory thread, a clutch bag in hand and sheened red boots to finish off the look. If you weren’t drooling before, upon him turning around, you notice that he has forgone a shirt; you take a moment to admire the way his tattoos come to life under his moving muscles. You have to compose yourself rapidly before the camera catches your gawking, clearing your throat and adjusting the tulle across your chest. Harry Styles was about to get a good view of your nipples in enhanced lighting, so it was safe to say you were having a bit of an inner meltdown.

“Need help with that?” His velveteen voice speaks the words so smoothly you find yourself almost losing your balance. He’s smirking at you when you lift your head up, hand gesturing to the heel. Before you can say yes, he’s pulling his trousers up at the top of his thighs and crouching down, patting his thigh to invite your heel. You’re absolutely sure your face is matching his boots at this point, and cannot begin to believe how he’s doing this completely shamelessly in a room full of photographers. You can picture the headlines now.

‘Harry Styles gets down on one knee! The star proves his chivalry once again with a quick kneel in a Gucci suit to tie a journalist’s heel.’

“These are high, how are your legs holding up?” He grins from below you and you almost pass out. Seeing him at this angle was making it very hard to will away the inappropriate thoughts.

Unbeknownst to you, however, Harry was trying to will away those same exact thoughts. Especially after mentioning your legs.

Initially he’d seen you walking up the stairs and fuck, did he think you were breathtaking; it wasn’t helping that he now had a full unobstructed view of your boobs, and was trying his very best to be respectful and not look. He’s a gentleman, above all, but god, did he have a dirty mind sometimes.

He wanted to worship you, and his position on the floor put him halfway there.

“For the purpose of the viewers, they’re the most comfortable shoes I’ve ever worn,” your head turns to the camera and you plaster on a satirical smile, “For the purpose of this conversation, my legs are literally about to fall off.” You joke, and he barks out a laugh at your words, rising from the crouching position and extending a hand.

“M’Harry. And your name is?” His voice trails high as though he’s waiting for you to answer.

“Nice to meet you, Harry. I’m Y/N,” you take his hand and feel like a static shock sears through you at the cool touch of his chunky rings. “I would ask who you’re wearing, but I think we’re all pretty familiar with your Gucci history.”

He blushes and adjusts the cuffs of his jacket.

“Yeah, it’s from the archives. Gucci ‘01 I wanna say.” His hand cards through his mess of curls next, and you dare make the assumption that he is nervous. Boldly, you touch a finger to his cuff links and something flickers behind his eyes as he watches.

“It’s a beautiful piece, I must say. You wear it very well, Mr Styles.” His jaw tenses and he brushes the front of the jacket back, planting a hand on his hip to give you a more exposed view of his California-kissed skin. His eyes are playful as he gives you an unabashed up-down look. Your words were stroking his ego even more as you went on, and he was convinced his head wouldn’t make it through the venue doors at this point.

“As do you. Recognise a Valentino piece from a mile away, Y/N.” He speaks through his million dollar smile and you seriously think your knees will give out any second.

When you ask him the inspiration behind his look, you feel heavily guilty, as all you can focus on is the way his rose lips form around his sentence, and the way his dimple chisels in with every word.

“This isn’t your first time being here, so have you got any advice for me before I make it in there? Anything I should expect?” The twinkle of your eyes matches that of the sheen of his cross necklace. He unconsciously steps forwards and makes a contemplative face.

“I think you’ll just have to get in there and find out,” He smirks, “but if you get lost, just come and find me. M’sure I can show you the ropes.”

The heat of every artificial light in this room paired with the humidity of the summer’s day in London don’t even hold a candle to how hot your face is in this moment. You were definitely going to take him up on that offer.

“I’ll count on it.” You return his smirk and once the time is up he leans down, embracing you in a quick hug that masks you entirely in his aftershave, one hand that was unable to be seen by the angle of the camera hovers gently on your rib cage as he turns to speak quietly in your ear. The low rumble of his voice sends shivers down your back and between your legs. “I’ll save you a seat, love.” And with that, he’s off.

With a puff of a breath, you watch him as he continues to hold your gaze, strolling into the venue and ticking his head in a flirty goodbye. You’re sure he mouths ‘nice to meet you’, and you turn back to the camera, eyes slightly wide and heart racing.

“Harry Styles, everyone.”

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don't worry darling

fc: florence pugh

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y/nupdates: y/n spotted with harry and a few others from the don't worry darling cast this evening. filming is rumored to be starting soon !

harryfan7: I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM

y/nfan4: my mom and dad 🥺

harryfan3: she's so lucky 😭

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y/ninstagram☑️: 17 year old y/n giggling and kicking her feet rn 🤭

harryfan6: she's just like me fr

y/nfan2: Y/N HAHAHA

harryfan7: harry liked???

↪️ harryfan8: i didn't know he knew how to do that

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harryupdates: from @.gemmachan's instagram story today

harryfan4: h in the froggy hat 😩

y/nfan39: is that y/n in the orange??

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dwdupdates: new pics of harry and y/n on set of don't worry darling

harryfan3: harry in his housewife era

ynfan8: yn is the truest representation of me in the morning

harryfan6: is it just me or have they been spending so much time together recently...

↪️ ynfan1: yeah they're co-starring in a movie 💀

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y/ninstagram☑️: life as of lately 💐🎞☎️

y/nfan3: my wife

↪️ harryfan24: harry be like:

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dwdupdates: y/n on set of don't worry darling

ynfan19: is that blood??

harryfan23: what is the plot of this movie💀

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harryfan81: is he talking about y/n????

y/nfan14: bet the song is matilda

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y/ninstagram☑️: in the wise words of miss swift: we never go out of style 🌙

y/nfan54: MOMMY?

mtv: 🔥🔥🔥

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harrystyles☑️: 🥰 call me right now love

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selenepluto · 11 months

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"I've got the key to my castle in the air, but whether I can unlock the door remains to be seen."

- Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

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thorfemmes · 2 years

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u know it's really cute in theory to wear ur fave's clothing but I wouldn't actually fit into any of my fave's clothes so instead i'm imagining them wearing my clothes

#like steve harrington wearing my sweater? say less #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x plus size reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x plus size reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x plus size reader #florence pugh x reader #florence pugh x plus size reader #wanda maximoff x plus size reader #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x plus size reader #harry styles x reader #harry styles x plus size reader

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 2 years

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Y'all showed y'all ass' yesterday. No way y'all think someone is about to spit on someone in front a crowd 💀 please use your brain. Y'all just be making up stuff

#im all in support of our lesbian Chris pine but be fuckin fr #ain't nobody spitting on someone in a filled place #harry styles #Chris pine #showing your ass #Florence Pugh #Olivia Wilde #dwd #Harry styles x reader

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mxltifxnd0m · 2 years

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if i was ever stuck in a room with all of my celebrity crushes

i would run out of the room so fast out of fear because i’m convinced they aren’t real and just exist on screen or in the scenarios i’ve made up about them in my head

or id be crying and shitting my pants being in that room

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littlexscarletxwitch · 1 month

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hello I would like to request Flo X reader fic. Where reader is touring with Harry styles. She plays guitar and Flo comes to his concert (she is friends with Harry) and meets Y/n and they hook up later that night (soft smut, maybe some praise or light choking?) . And then like a timeskip to their wedding. Harry gives a funny speech about how they met.

Sorry if it's too much. But this is one of my daydreaming scenarios. I trust you with doing it justice ❤️

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗴𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁

paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, nsfw, r is harry's friend, flo's also harry's friend, harry is like r's big bro

warning(s): MDNI, +18 ONLY read at your own risk, explicit smut, wlw sex, oral sex, slight praise kink, slight choking kink, grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 3.1k

note: It's been a long time coming but here I am lol. I FUCKING LOVED YOUR IDEA ANON. I just love Florence and love Harry so this was on fucking top. I hope you like it, sooo sorry it took me soo long to post it. Love you all, M <3

requests are open! + check my rules + masterlist <3

The screaming, the singing, the cheering, the whole whole scene just sent shivers up your spine.

You knew that it wasn’t for you, not really. It was all for him and you couldn’t be prouder of all the things he had accomplished. Sure, he was kinda like your boss, or so the two of you would joke, but in reality Harry was a really good friend of yours. He was the older brother you had never had.

A sad smile made its way over to your face as the show came to an end. It was always the worst part of the show, knowing that you would have to say goodbye to the unbelievably loud, fun, joyful atmosphere. But the thought of doing it all over again soon offered you some comfort.

And so it came to an end, as everyone hit the last chord and note, and as Harry said goodbye to every person in the stadium. A second later, all lights went out, and everyone went offstage.

“I could never get tired of this,” was the first thing you said as you all made their way into your dressing rooms.

“Damn right!” Sarah agreed. You took a quick glance at her and smiled as you watched her holding Mitch’s hand.

“They always are so incredible,” Harry said from next to you. “You guys are also incredible. I cannot thank you enough for being here.”

“Get out of here, you dork,” you playfully nudge your shoulder against him.

“I mean it,” he said, chuckling.

“I know you do,” you said, rolling your eyes at him.

“Harry!” you heard someone screaming behind you, causing the aforementioned to turn around.

“Flor?” he said as a blond woman came running closer. “Flor!” he said, this time sure, as he opened up his arms to hug the woman

She, pretty much, launched herself into his arms as he tightly hugged her. “You were amazing! she said. “You all were!” she finished as Harry let go of her.

“Thank you, Flor. I didn’t know you were actually coming,” you noticed that Harry couldn't stop smiling.

“I know, I didn’t either. But I just thought I couldn't miss this, you know,” she nudged Harry’s side as you had done a few seconds before.

You cleared your throat getting Harry’s attention. “Oh, right. Everyone, this is Florence, fellow actor,” he joked. “Flor, this is everyone: Mitch and Sarah,” he gestured to the couple. “Elin, Niji, Pauli, Ny,” the four of them nodded and waved at her. “And lastly, but definitely not least, Y/n.”

“Hello,” you smiled at her. “Nice to finally put a face to your name.”

“Likewise,” she smiled back, her eyes not leaving your frame and you swore you felt your stomach flipping. “It’s nice to meet all of you, really,” Florence gently shook her head, snapping out of her own thoughts. “I just wanted to say ‘hi’, I guess I’ll be on my way…”

“No, don’t leave,” Harry protested. “We finally get to hang out. Have dinner with me, please,” he said, grabbing her hands. “Y/n and I are going to this amazing restaurant and I’m sure you’ll love it.”

“Oh, no. I don’t want to intrude…”

“Not at all,” you quickly cut her off. “It would be lovely to have someone helping me handle this one over here,” you motioned to Harry.

“Rude,” he scoffed, as if he was actually hurt but there was a grin on his lips.

She chuckled, “I’m not sure…”

“Please, I insist.”

“She insists,” Harry repeated your statement.

“I, um…” Harry looked at her with puppy eyes. “Fine, fine,” she gave up with a smile on her face. “But dinner’s on me.”

“Not a chance,” Harry said as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

[...]

“So, this Olivia girl is nuts,” you concluded.

“Well, I wouldn’t use that word,” Harry said as he winced at your choice of word.

“Yeah, she’s mental,” Florence said otherwise, nodding at you.

“Was the movie good at least?”

“You didn’t watch it?” Harry asked, but your whole attention was on Florence.

“Yeah, I guess so,” she answered you. “Fans like it, critics thought it was alright. But the whole cast… there was some weird energy going on…” she shrugged it off as she took a bite of her pasta.

“I can’t believe you didn’t watch my movie,” you heard Harry keep on complaining.

“It must have sucked. Such great actors and good people were involved, all for her to ruin the whole thing…”

“I’m your best friend, why didn’t you watch it?” he said, turning his head to you so you couldn't ignore him anymore.

“Jesus! I’m sorry, okay,” you said defensively, making Florence chuckled. “It just slipped out of my mind,” you said as a smile creeped on your lips, mirroring Florence’s.

“You are a bad friend.”

“I’m not.”

“Yeah, you are,” he dramatically sighed. “But that’s okay, I still love you,” he said, placing a kiss on your forehead as he stood up. “I’m going to the loo, I’ll be right back.”

“He’s such an ass,” you said, once he was gone, as you took a sip of water.

Florence giggled at your words. “He is, isn’t he?” She cleared her throat. “So, I… I have to ask… Are you and Harry… you know like…,” she said, feeling the blood rushing to her cheeks.

You quickly realised what she meant and almost choked on your water.

“No! God, no,” you said, clearing your throat, causing Florence to both laugh and sigh in relief. “He’s like my big brother. From the moment we met I just… I knew he would be a big part of my life, and he is… as my brother,” she nodded as a smile found its way to her lips. “Plus, he’s definitely not my type. Like at all, if you know what I mean,” you said, hiding behind your glass again.

“I think I do know what you mean,” Florence smiled at you in accompaniment.

“So, you and him never…”

“No,” she chuckled. “I mean we did kiss but it was just acting so…” she trailed off, licking her lips which caused your eyes to quickly look at them.

“Good to know,” you said as you gulped down the lump that had formed in your throat.

[...]

“I’m sorry I have to leave early,” Harry mumbled disappointed.

“It’s okay. We had a lot of fun, right?” you winked at Florence to which she nodded. “Drive safe, H,” you mumbled as you hugged him goodbye.

“Always,” he said as he let you go and went to hug Florence. “Don’t be a stranger, okay, Flor?”

“I won’t,” she hugged him tightly. “I promise.”

“You guys are sure you don’t want me to drop…”

“We’ll be fine,” you quickly cut him off.

“M’okay, I’m leaving,” he said, making his way to his car. “Good night!”

“Night night!” you said back, watching his back as he left the two of you alone.

“So, um…” Florence said once she was sure her friend was gone. “Would you like to get some coffee back at mine?” you smiled as her cheeks turned red once again. “Well, it’s not mine. I don’t live there, but I am staying there. So I guess it does count as mine—” she was rambling.

“I would love to,” you cut her off.

[...]

The moment the both of you stepped through the door, the coffee was long forgotten.

“I’ve been waiting to do this the entire night,” she whispered on your lips.

You didn't know how it happened, but the glances on your way to Florence’s house became featherlight touches and next thing you knew she was pushing you inside her house and her lips soon found yours. You weren’t complaining though.

“Oh, really?” you teased her as you bit her bottom lip.

“Yes,” she said in between a soft moan, dragging you to the couch.

“We are doing this here?” you said, as you kissed her neck.

“The bedroom is too far away,” she said, already breathless, lying on the couch.

“It’s literally just ten more—.”

“Just shut up and kiss me,” she said cupping your cheeks, forcing her lips onto yours.

The kiss only became rougher as your tongue made its way past her lips, fighting against her own. You could still taste the wine she had earlier along with the ice cream she had for dessert. You moved your lips down, finding once again her sensitive skin and decided to leave your mark on her. Something for her to remember you afterwards.

“That’s gonna leave a mark.”

“Yeah, that’s what I want,” you said as you kissed right where your teeth had been. “I don’t want you to forget me so easily,” you chuckled, before sucking another part of her skin just to leave another bruise.

“Trust me, I’m gonna remember this night.”

As best as you could, while still being on top of her, you stripped her out of her clothes. It wasn’t that hard since she was wearing a dress, and she wasn’t wearing a bra like she always would. The only thing keeping you from admiring the entirety of her body was the thin piece of cloth covering her centre.

“God, you are breathtaking,” you said as your lips wrapped around her nipple.

“Fuck,” Florence muttered as her head fell back, arching her back against the couch.

Slowly, you made your way down her body, your lips ghosting over where she needed you the most. You brushed your nose against her clothed clit, your hot breath on her making her squirm under you.

“Y/n…” she whined.

You licked up her slit, tasting her even through the thin fabric, making you moan into her at how wet she already was.

“Just take it off already, please.”

“So eager, so wet for me… I like that,” you chuckled, before tugging down the piece of cloth with the help of your teeth.

As your tongue explored her sensitive centre, your right hand found its way up to her neck and slightly squeezed once you pushed your tongue inside her. You could feel her fast heartbeat under your hand, and decided to keep up with that pace as your tongue thrusted in and out of her.

You moved your tongue up, finding her clit and sucking hard on it while you used your free hand to push two fingers in her, making her moan out loud. You squeezed her neck a bit tighter, not tight enough to stop her from breathing, just to let her know she was being taken care of.

“Shit, I won’t be able to hold back for longer,” she cried out, brows furrowed as you keep on working on her.

“Then don’t hold back, baby,” your voice was muffled because of her cunt. “Just come for me, Flor.”

You thrusted even faster and harder, arching the tip of your finger just to hit her sweet spot, working your tongue rougher on her clit and a second later you felt her legs wrapping around your head as her whole body started to tremble and your name fell out of your lips. You helped her ride her orgasm as you squeezed her neck getting the best out of her as you swallowed every drop of her juices.

“You did so good for me, babygirl,” you said as you went up to kiss her lips so she could have a taste of herself.

“Bloody hell, Y/n. That was amazing…” she struggled to speak the words out, she was completely breathless.

“We are just getting started, sweetheart.”

[...]

After that night, Florence and you exchanged numbers and found yourself reaching out for the other constantly. She would tell you about her job, and you would tell her about the tour. Some nights, when she had a free weekend, she would fly out to where you were and stay in the hotel with you. Those were the best nights ever, just the two of you cuddling and kissing and doing more than just kissing.

She was one of the best things that had ever happened in a long time, you wanted to let the whole world know she was now yours and you were hers. But if the whole world knew, then Harry would too. And neither of you were sure how he would take the news. You were scared to lose your best friend —your brother— even if it sounded really silly, you were fucking his best friends after all.

There were so many times when you almost told him, after all when touring with your best friend he knew there was something going on with you, he just couldn’t put his finger on it. He would watch as you giggled and smiled at your phone, or he would wonder why you started to stay at the hotels instead of going out with the whole group at night. He didn’t want to intrude, so he settled for waiting for you to open up with him. But curiosity was eating him inside out, luckily for Harry, he would find some answers really soon.

First night in London was just around the corner, and Florence came along with it, since he decided to invite her to that show as well. You weren’t aware of the arrangement until you stumbled into Harry’s dressing room and she was just sitting there.

“Hi,” you said, with a tint of uncertainty.

“Hi,” she just smiled at you and you felt your tummy shrinking.

“What are you–? How? When?” you felt your anxiety creeping in.

“I’m seeing one of my best friends performing, and my girlfriend as a plus. How? Well, I guess Harry made it possible and when? I just got here, like twenty minutes ago,” she chuckled. “Do you not want me here?” she joked.

“No!” you shook your head. “I mean, of course I want you here,” you said, getting closer to her, wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your forehead on hers. “I just…,” you sighed. “I’m sorry, I just freaked out because of Harry.”

“I know, love,” she said, caressing your arms. “I think we should tell him, maybe after the show.”

“Yeah, I agree.”

“It’ll go just fine, I promise,” she added, once she sensed your doubt. She cupped your cheeks searching for your eyes. “I promise, okay?” she reassured you.

“Okay,” you nodded, convincing yourself that Florence was right.

She couldn’t help it and sealed the promise by softly kissing all your doubts and worries away. You didn’t realise how badly you needed that kiss until your breath was taken away. It wasn’t just a kiss, it was a caress to your uneasy heart and you felt your entire self melting into her, completely forgetting where the two of you were standing.

“So this was it,” you heard someone say behind you.

A pair of stern green eyes met yours and you felt your heart drop to your stomach, but the cold green eyes quickly moved past you.

“I cant believe you are fucking my guitarist,” Harry simply said to Florence.

You didn’t expect him to snap at Florence, but for some reason there he was doing exactly that.

“Harry!” you chimed in.

“What? It's true, isn’t it?” he shrugged it off, not moving his eyes from Florence.

“It’s complicated,” she attacked him back.

“It’s not complicated. Are you or are you two not fucking? Simple as that.”

“It’s not just fucking,” he winced at the use of the ‘f-word’ coming out of your lips. You were his best friend, almost like a sister and there he was finding out his ‘sister’ was fucking his best friend. “There’s more to it.”

“This is what you had been hiding from me, isn’t it? I knew there was something off with you. I just… I can’t believe neither of you would tell me.”

“We didn’t do it on purpose, Harry,” Flo said.

“It just happened,” his eyes softened once he found yours again. “We didn’t mean for it to happen, but it did, Hazz.”

“So it’s not just, you know…” he didn’t want to say ‘fuck’ again, he had had enough with that word when it came to you.

“No, it’s not—.”

“I love her,” Florence said.

“What?” you asked in disbelief, that was the first time she would say that.

“I do. I love you,” she said now to you. “You feel like home, Y/n. And I want nothing more than to come home every night to you.”

You couldn't help the smile forming on your lips. “I love you too,” you said chuckling.

“Great! I can’t stay mad at you two if you keep on being this lovely…” Harry huffed. “You know what, I’m just gonna leave. We can talk about this later, or maybe not,” he said making his way to the door, but before he walked out he said: “Though, I want both of you to know that I’m glad you two found each other… and that it was because of me.”

[...]

Three years later.

Harry cleared his throat before speaking. “I would like to start my best man speech by saying that these two lovebirds met because of me, so I am to thank that we are all gathered here, therefore you are all very welcome,” the room cheered for him, even though it was supposed to be yours and Florence’s night. “When I first found out about them, I just freaked out,” the whole room bursted into laughter both yours and Florence’s family and friends. “I did, I swear. I just couldn't believe it.”

“Harry!” you scolded him.

“Y/n is like my little sister, “ Harry completely ignored you. “And when I found out that my little sister was doing things… unthinkable, unspeakable, unpleasant things, with my so-called friend…”

“Harry!” this time Florence said with a warning tone, making the whole room chuckled.

“I freaked out,” he smiled to himself remembering the moment. “But now, standing here and celebrating their love on this glorious day, their wedding day, I just know it was meant to be. Y/n,” he said looking into your eyes. “You know you feel like a sister to me,” you felt tears burning your eyes. “And I couldn’t be happier knowing that you found the love of your life. And that it’s not just some random stranger you found online or something, “ the room chuckled again. “But it’s one of the best, kind, gentle souls I know,” you searched for Florence’s hand, squeezing it. “I’m glad you found her, Flor. I’m glad you found each other” his eyes were now locked on hers. “And I’m glad you love her just as much as I do, maybe even more,” he winked at her. “So,” he raised his glass of champagne, everyone following suit. “Cheers to the both of you, for your undecaying love,” he was going to take a sip from his glass but he quickly added: “And cheers to me for bringing you two together.”

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-M

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