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Thursday is the new Saturday
Warning: sexual content. a little soppy.
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"Look!" You gasp with dramatic excitement to catch the attention of your eight month old son. "Is that your daddy? Look he's waving!" You smile, holding him high on your hip and using your other hand to point to where Harry was standing, inside the boxing ring in the middle of the gym.
His eyes instantly light up as soon as he notices you both enter the room. His attention completely making a turn from his training to the smiling baby reaching his arms out towards his father.
You couldn't exchange this for anything in the world. The look on your sons face is priceless when he realises Harry is in the room. It's only been nine hours since they'd seen each other but you can just tell their bond is so strong that no matter how long apart, this son and father long to be by one another's side.
Harry takes off his gloves and throws them behind him inside the ring as he gets down and jogs over to take his son from your hold, but not before planting a loving, sweaty kiss to the corner of your mouth.
"I've missed you so much my big boy." He says in his baby voice whilst peppering soft kisses to your baby's face and neck. "Did you miss me, ey?" He continues and you just admire their moment together, standing there with a stupid grin plastered on your face.
"He has missed you today, and he made sure to keep reminding me." You say as you step forward and run your fingers through the delicate curls in your sons hair. "Kept pointing at the door during lunchtime today whilst repeating 'dada?" You explain and Harry's heart visibly melts as he cuddles his son closer to his chest.
"No way? You sure he wasn't just babbling?" Harry almost doesn't believe it.
"I'm serious. It felt like he was asking me 'where is dad?' Or 'is dad behind the door?'." You add on. Harry's face softens and he picks up your son so he's eye level with Harry.
"You are the smartest little boy ever. I love you so much little man." Harry says with a pout, finishing off his statement with attacking kisses to your baby, resulting in those cute baby cackling noises coming from your son. No sound in the world could beat that.
"You ready to go home now? I need to stop and get some more nappies on the way home so we need to leave before the store closes." You announce, hoping his session was already over by the time you walked in.
"Yeah, I'll just pack up and say bye to the boys." He hands back your baby's to you. "Ideas for dinner tonight?" He asks whilst placing a warm kiss to your temple.
"I'll probably do a stir-fry with the chicken I took out of the freezer this morning. Does that sound okay?" You reply but get distracted by your son starting to get antsy. Wriggling in your arms whilst trying to pull your top and bra down, indicating that he's hungry.
Harry tries to listen to what you just said but is distracted by his sons actions, especially when he yanks down your top and bra so hard that your entire boob is on display for everyone to see, which makes your cheeks go red and Harry can't help but laugh a little, which makes your cheeks go even hotter.
"That's not funny." You grumble at Harry, placing your bra and top back in place.
"Don't worry no one saw anything. That was kind of funny though." Harry tries to comfort your embarrassment but you just roll your eyes.
"Well I'm gonna wait in the car. He's obviously famished." You start but get interrupted by a whining, impatient baby in your arms. "Be quick, please." You ask pleadingly and Harry's eyes soften as he starts to feel bad for you with the tantrum that's brewing inside your baby.
"I'll be five minutes max, you go do what you need. Love you." He reassures you, placing another kiss to your cheek and your sons cheek before running over to pack up.
You return to the car but not before the storm unleashes from your child. With the waterworks turned on, you're trying to gently calm your baby down with quiet, soothing shushes. As soon as your comfortably sat in the passenger seat and your son laying across your lap, he doesn't need your help apparently to latch onto your nipple.
Within seconds the cries turn to soft whimpers as he feeds his worries away whilst staring into your eyes for comfort.
"There we go, much better hmm?" You stroke his soft cheeks and rung two fingers through the small amount of curls on his head. His eyes stay glued to yours although struggle to stay open as he begins to fall into a light slumber whilst being fed.
Once all is calm, not a moment later Harry opens the boot, putting away his training bag before hopping into the drivers seat.
"Be quiet, he's falling asleep." You warn softly.
Before Harry starts the engine he leans over the console and admires the way his baby boy looks so peaceful. Even with tear stained cheeks and wet lashes, he looks like an absolute angel. Harry can never get over how perfect his baby is. A perfect mixture of you and Harry.
"He's reminding me so much more of you lately." You speak up through a whisper, as if you could read Harry's thoughts, his eyes look to you.
"Really? I thought recently he's been more like you." Harry admits.
"No, he's definitely your son. Look, when he frowns like this in his sleep-" you point to the faint frown that appears every few moments to your baby's delicate face. "He's a spitting imagine of you. Those dimples as well, my god Harry. He's literally your double." You make a further point to rest your case.
"I know. I think it's bonkers sometimes looking at him knowing that he's literally in this world now because of me. Me and you." Harry admits.
You both do this at least once a week. You obsess over how perfect your baby is. How you can't believe you've both created such a beautiful thing. It's still a reality that feels like a dream sometimes and you both feel the need to express your gratitude on the matter.
It takes almost ten whole minutes for you to ever so gently place your baby into his car seat without disturbing his sleep but you manage to do it somehow.
"Don't worry about stopping for nappies, I just want to get him home to bed as soon as possible. I'll just go in the morning." You say as Harry begins driving home.
"Fair enough. How's he been today?"
"He's been good. We went for a walk in the park with your mum this morning then took him to see my sister before we got home for lunch. Slept the whole time on that walk with your mum but didn't sleep at any other point today so I bet he's knackered. I'm hoping he sleeps through the night but we both know pigs will fly before that'll happen." You rant.
"Don't worry, when he wakes up it's my turn so you can have a good sleep tonight. I can see how tired you've been lately. With me being back to training full time now, it must be so fucking hard looking after him on your own for the most of the day. I'm gonna treat you so well this weekend when he's at my mums." Harry says to let you know how your dedication to being a mother isn't going unnoticed. He's more than lucky to have such a strong woman like you in his life. He's always making sure you know how much everything you do means to him.
You reach out your hand to hold the back of his neck and stroke your thumb along his jaw in a loving gesture to his meaningful words. You try not not cry at how emotional his kind words make you but a small tear does manage to run down your cheek. Harry leans into your touch and whilst at this red light turns his head quickly to place a tender kiss to the inside of your palm.
"As much as I miss him when he stays at our parents houses every Saturday night, I really am looking forward to having just time for us two this weekend. I really need it." You admit, feeling a little guilty for wanting time away from your child but this whole week has been difficult because Harry hasn't been around as much since he started back at full time training on Monday.
The past eight months have been bliss with the two of you working as a team through the day and night to care for your baby so this has been one massive adjustment for you both.
"Me too. I feel like I haven't had you to myself in a hundred years." Harry admits with the dramatics. You roll your eyes and let out a quiet laugh.
"Shut up. I know it's been almost two weeks since we had sex but we've gone way longer than that before." You remind him.
"Yeah but that was because I was literally on the other side of the world for a whole month whilst you were home. It was different because you physically weren't around so in a way it made it easier but this time it makes it so much harder. Having you around but not being able to do anything has been an absolute tease." Harry stands his case making a fair point.
"Okay, okay I see your point."
"Thank you."
Once you return home, Harry insists on carrying in the baby whilst you start on dinner.
Within the space of half an hour Harry's managed to change and bed your baby whilst also showering himself. As if the timing was perfect, Harry walks into the kitchen as your plating up two bowls of chicken stir fry.
He places the baby monitor between the two of you as you both eat your dinner on the kitchen island, side by side, glancing at the monitor to watch your baby sleep whilst having little conversations here and there.
Harry refuses to let you clean up and forces you to go get a shower and wait for him in bed whilst he sorts everything out in the kitchen. You attempt to protest a few times but Harry has none of it so you do as he says.
You feel so much more relaxed after a shower. As you begin pulling the duvet and sheets back after putting your robe on, Harry saunters through your bedroom doors with the monitor, two wine glasses and a bottle of SB. His eyes glisten with lust as he notices how loosely your robe is fitted to your body. Your tits are almost on full display and your entire right leg, up to your hip is exposed as you sit on your side of the bed, facing him.
"You're doing this to wind me up, aren't you?" He sighs but gives you a suggestive look as he places the items in his hands on his bedside table.
"I don't think I can wait until Saturday, baby." You admit with a heavy breath, hazed with desire and lust after your little talk in the car earlier this afternoon.
You can feel the skin on the very upper inside of your thighs dampen from the arousal forming, just at the sight of your husband.
You feel flustered and warm, aching for a blissful release that only one person can provide.
Harry's eyes darken and it doesn't take him long to pick up on your body language. He notices the way your legs are crossed as you sit restlessly, itching for a release. He notices the uneven breaths that cause your chest to rise and fall heavily. He can see the desperate look in your eyes as they silently plead for him to ravish your body.
He can't help but let out a whimper as all these tiny details cause his cock to become sensitive as it hardens again his tight boxers.
Your thankful that he only changed into boxers and an old ragged shirt after he showered because it makes it so much easier to get him naked.
He goes on auto pilot, palming himself to ease the ache whilst his eyes are stuck on you as you shuffle back on the bed and spread your legs enough so he can see everything. You untie the robe and remove it from your body, lulling your head back as a wave of pleasure hits you as you run your finger tips over your sensitive nipple.
You look back to Harry who's still standing at the end of the bed but now he's naked as well.
"Holy shit, you're so fucking hot. No one turns me on like you do, I'm so bloody hard right now, look at what you've done to me." Harry blurts out in a fit of horny rage. He grabs both of your ankle and yanks you towards the edge of the bed as he kneels before your dripping core.
"Harry, please." You whine with your back arching, desperate doesn't quite cut it with how you're feeling.
"I know baby, gonna take care of you. I promise." Harry coos with his hands soothingly running up and down your thighs. He blows air against your entrance causing you to shudder at the sensation.
"Fuck me, do you want come all over my face, sweet girl?" Harry more or less asks rhetorically, already knowing the answer but loves teasing you to no end.
"Harry just get on with it." You plead through gritted teeth, squirming for any kind of touch from him.
He chuckles at how desperate he's managed to get you but doesn't say another word as he fulfils your wishes. He starts with delicate stripes with his tongue going up and down from your hole to the top of your clit. You simply cannot hold back the string of moans that leave your mouth from how delicate his mouth feels.
"You are a mess, aren't you?" Harry chuckles, referring to the amount of arousal that's expelled from you body, barely before he's even touched you properly. You huff a strained yes and Harry gives you a warm, loving smile before going to town on your aching cunt.
He uses his middle and ring finger to tease your hole as he sucks gently on your clit. your head lulls back between your shoulders as your chest rises and falls dramatically from the pleasure rippling throughout your entire body.
You decide to bring your head forward and look at Harry, watching him as he looks as though he's enjoying the most delicious dessert this world could offer. You're not the only one lost in the pleasure.
You can feel Harry use his tongue to flick the sensitive area that you both know will have you coming undone in a matter of moments. The blissful pressure builds inside of you, your hands reach forward to pull your fingers through Harry's hair, which causes him to tilt his head up slightly so his eyes are burning into your own. The look of lust couldn't get any stronger between you both. The look in your eyes only spurs him on more as he lets our a guttural, raspy moan which vibrates against your cunt.
"Harry, yes, yes, yes." You praise and encourage him to not stop as you feel yourself toppling over the edge.
With your legs in the air, Harry has complete control of the lower half of your body. One of his strong hands holding your thigh up in the air and the other one working in, out and around your pussy.
You have one hand gripping the sheets beneath you and the other pulling Harry's hair in attempt to get his face as close to you as possible as he devours your pussy.
"That's it baby, come on, come all over me." Harry encourages as he can sense you're almost there as well.
"Oh fuck." You whimper, legs trembling as you hold your breath with that intense pleasure coursing from your cunt and throughout the rest of your body. Harry rides you through your high, praising you and moaning along with you until he can feel you twitch from too much sensitivity.
He lifts himself up from between your legs and before you can even move, he's hovering over you, holding your chin between his thumb and finger to look directly at him.
"You're the sexiest woman of all time." Harry says, dead seriously as you can barely even keep your eyes open to look at him but his words bring life back to your body as your cheeks heat up.
You reach your hands to caress his head before pulling him down to kiss you. You taste yourself on him and it ignites a flame in your core once again.
Before either of you even have the chance to go further than a passionate kiss, the baby monitor starts making a few little noises before the deafening cries of your baby boy travel throughout the entire house.
You both sigh mid kiss before sharing a defeated chuckle. Harry pulls himself up from on top of you but not before planting a kiss to your cheek.
"It was fun while it lasted." You say, getting up from the bed and walking over to the wardrobe to wrap your robe around your naked body.
"I've never been so hard in my life. Babe, sorry to ask you but do you mind getting him whilst I take care of this?" Harry asks, standing at the ensuite entry, naked, with a raging hard on that you must admit looks painful.
His face looks like he's in agony as he breathes heavily and his cheeks are flushed.
"You go babe, I've got him. It seriously looks like your dicks about to explode." You reply humorously which causes Harry to chuckle slightly.
"Thank you, I'll be thinking of you." Harry says with a wink before disappearing into the shower.
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In which y/n tends to make a lot of spontaneous decisions when she’s drunk, and Harry’s a tattoo artist.
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On any average work day, Harry sees a lot of people come through his tattoo shop.
The majority of them are people who’ve gotten tattoos before – usually big burly men who come in to add a new tat to their sleeve, or teenage girls getting a secret butterfly on their side boob. There are the artsy people who come in for some detailed line work, and there are the silly drunk people who get a smiley face tattooed on their ass. Sometimes he’ll have someone come in for their first tattoo ever, shaking in their seat and tearing up before the tattoo gun even touches their skin.
Very rarely does he have someone come in for a piercing. But when they do, they’re usually older girls coming in for a helix or a belly button piercing.
Not five year old girls, wearing sparkly pink shoes and a sunflower printed dress.
“Hi!” Harry’s eyes flicker up to the lady standing behind the little kid. “Do you guys pierce ears here?”
“Erm… for her?” Harry says skeptically, pointing at the little girl. She can’t be older than five years old, standing with her thumb in her mouth and hiding behind the legs of the lady she’d come inside with. The lady seems young, probably the same age as him or a bit younger. He assumes the little girl must be her daughter.
“Yup!” the mom exclaims (or maybe a nanny, or aunt… Harry doesn’t really know. Or care.) “We wanna get her ears pierced for her birthday!” She looks down at the little girl with a glimmer in her eyes.
Harry contemplates saying no, he really does. He doesn’t like having kids in his shop— or anywhere near him if we’re being honest. They have snotty noses and sticky fingers and cry way too loud for him to be able to tolerate them. But this little girl seems relatively nice… she’s been quiet so far, and her nose is clean. Plus, the shop’s not busy today. Even if she did start crying, she wouldn’t scare any customers away. So he decides to be nice – just this one time.
“Sure,” he sighs. “I can do her.” He decides to do it himself instead of assigning the job to one of his employees. He’s been here the longest and has the steadiest hands, so he can get this over with the quickest.
He has the woman (y/n, he learns from the paperwork) sign a couple of papers, then has the two of them pick through the earring options that they have on display.
“Which one do you like the best, Lola?” Harry overhears her asking the little girl. Or– Lola, as he’s overheard.
Lola, still sucking her thumb, points to a pair of heart-shaped pink studs. “Tha’ one,” she says through her stuffed mouth.
“Oh, the hearts are so pretty!” y/n says giddily. “Good choice sweetheart.” She looks up at Harry. “Could we get those ones, please?”
He nods, and makes note of it in their paperwork.
“Follow me,” he says, leading them into the back room where he usually does the piercings. He motions towards a black, leather table that his clients usually sit or lay down on when getting their piercings done. The table is too tall for little Lola to climb onto all by herself, so y/n picks her up and plops her down on the seat. Her little sparkly shoes dangle from the edge, hanging two feet above the floor.
Harry washes his hands and takes out his sterilized materials from the cabinet in the room, as well as the pair of pink earrings that Lola has requested. A pair of black gloves fit onto his hands tightly. He then sits on a little rolly stool and rolls over to where she’s sitting on the bench.
“M’gonna disinfect your ears now,” he says to the little girl, tearing open a package of alcohol swabs. She just nods quietly, thumb in mouth. He can tell that Lola is nervous, her eyes wide and scared with her legs swinging nervously. She keeps looking over at y/n, who’s sitting on a chair right next to the table.
“Are you excited Lola?” she asks enthusiastically, trying to hype the little girl up.
It doesn’t work. Lola’s little eyes start to grow watery, her chin wobbling as she shakes her head no. “M’scared,” she whines, a frown taking over her face.
Harry rolls away as soon as he sees the tears. Maybe this was a bad idea.
“Oh no, Lola!” she exclaims, squatting in the spot Harry had just been. She grabs Lola’s hands in hers and looks into the little girl’s tearful eyes. “Don’t be scared! We don’t have to pierce your ears if you don’t wanna baby.”
“But I do!” Lola whimpers.
“Well then what’s the problem bubs?” she asks soothingly.
Lola looks at Harry, then leans over to (not so successfully) whisper in y/n’s ear. “He’s scary,” she says, the pout on her face only deepening. Y/n looks over at Harry helplessly.
Ah, yes. He supposes his all black clothes, tattooed arms, and black painted nails weren’t doing much to comfort the little girl… maybe he is a little scary.
“Hey,” he says rolling back to the table, his voice somewhat softer than the deep, grumpy rumble it had been before. He’s gonna have to really up the niceness if he wants to get through the session smoothly. “Nothing to be scared of, little lady. It’ll just take a second and s’not even gonna hurt.” He gives a tight smile, the best he can muster up despite his apprehensiveness about talking to a kid on the verge of tears.
“Y’hear that, bubs?” she reassures the little girl with a big smile on her face. She plays with Lola’s hands encouragingly. “Come one, you’re a big girl. You can do it!”
Lola sniffles deeply and wipes her eyes with her tiny fists. “M’a big girl,” she affirms with a confident nod.
“Good girl!” y/n says, giving Lola a stellar high five. She gets up from where she’d been squatting and goes back to her seat, letting Harry roll back to where he’d previously been.
“I’m going to wipe your ears again, okay? We’ve gotta make sure they’re nice and clean.” Harry explains. He’s added a bit of an enthusiastic kick to his voice, really selling the “I’m not a big meanie!” vibe to Lola. She nods, a few leftover tears hanging onto her long eyelashes.
She winces when the cold wipe touches her earlobe, and Harry fears for his life. Was every little thing going to make this little girl cry? He decides to distract her. “How old are you, Lola?” He asks the first question that comes to mind.
She holds up five fingers. “Wow! Five years old!” he bursts. “You’re a big girl!”
That makes her smile and nod happily. Harry internally lets out a sigh of relief. He got a smile out of her, who would’ve thought!
He takes a sterile pen and marks two dots on Lola’s earlobe for where the piercing would go. “What do you think?” he says, turning to y/n. She nods and holds up an excited thumbs up.
“Okay, Lola,” Harry says nervously, pulling out the needle he’d be using to pierce her ear. He cleans it below the table so that the little girl doesn’t see it and start crying. “M’gonna need you to stay very still for this next part. Okay, sweetheart?” Lola agrees, but her composure falters when he brings the needle into view. “I know it’s a little scary, but I need you to be brave. Can you do that for me? Be a brave girl for me?”
She nods her head. “Brave,” she mumbles to herself. “Brave girl.”
He realizes that the clamps that he usually uses for piercing ears is too big for Lola’s small earlobes – but it’s okay. He’s done so many impromptu piercings that he has a shit ton of experience not using the proper equipment. Instead, he just holds the skin of her earlobe tightly and stretches it taut so that the needle would go in smoothly.
“Okay Lola, take a deep breath in,” he instructs gently, piercing the needle through her skin in one smooth motion, “...and out.” He quickly follows through with the heart shaped studs and secures it with the backing. “You did it! One ear done!”
She looks up at him confused. “That was it?” she asks, reaching her hand up to feel if the earring is actually there.
Harry catches her little hand and brings it down to her lap before it makes contact with her piercing. “Ah, ah-” he tuts, “we can’t touch it okay? You gotta let it heal or else it’ll start to hurt.” He notices the way her little fingers wrap around his hand as he holds them still in her lap. “Are you ready to do the other ear?” he asks patiently.
She nods a bit more enthusiastically this time, no longer scared.
“Atta girl!” he exclaims, piercing the other ear in the same manner. He sanitizes her ears one last time and makes sure that everything is secure before holding up a mirror for the little girl to see her reflection in. “What do you think?”
Lola’s eyes go round, glimmering happily. “Pretty,” she says, looking at y/n for confirmation.
“So pretty, Lola!” she exclaims, standing up and pinching the little girl’s cheek. “M’so proud of you, you’re such a big girl! Thank you…” she looks at Harry, trailing off at the fact that she doesn’t know his name.
“Harry,” he fills in for her. He rolls away from Lola and throws away the trash.
She smiles softly. “Thank you, Harry.”
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It’s a quiet night at the tattoo shop, which Harry is thankful for.
There’d been a few appointments earlier in the day, larger pieces that people had scheduled months in advance because they took a lot of consultations and took long chunks of time to tattoo – but there had barely been any walk-ins. It’s a Thursday night, so of course his business isn’t bustling the way it would be on a Saturday.
Harry decides to start cleaning up – if he’s lucky, nobody else would venture in before their closing time and he’d be able to get home a bit early. (His little cat is waiting for him at home!) He wipes down the tattoo chairs and puts away all the needles, sweeps the floors and turns off the lights in the staff room in silence, until suddenly, he hears the bell above the door ring and someone clumsily stumbles in. It’s y/n.
Harry looks at her. She looks at him.
“Hi…?” Harry says, his voice a little doubting, a little bit confused. Why was she back?
She stands in front of him nervously. “Um…” she’d stumbled into the tattoo shop with such confidence, but finds herself suddenly nervous and unable to speak under Harry’s intimidating gaze. “Hi.”
She won’t lie– she’s a little, teensy weensy bit drunk right now. She’d been at the bar across the street with a couple of her girlfriends, just hanging out and having fun, when she spilled to them about the hot tattoo artist who worked at the shop across the street.
She’s had plenty of fleeting crushes in her life, but none have been as quick and captivating as her crush on Harry. With his deep voice, green eyes, and tan skin, he’s cast some sort of spell on her. She’d been in his presence for what… a total of 45 minutes? And yet she can’t get him off her mind!
He was just… really hot! And he had that sexy, mysterious vibe to him…. With all those tattoos and the rings and the black eyeliner… gosh he was straight out of some bad boy romance novel! If it weren’t for the fact that she’d been with her five-year old goddaughter when she met him for the first time, she’s sure she would’ve started acting up. He was just so attractive!
In her tipsy state, with her cheeks warm and a fuzzy feeling in her chest, she couldn’t help but rant to her friends about it. She’d met the hottest guy ever, and she’d never have the chance to see him again! It was tragic!
Well… it doesn’t have to be that way, her friends told her. What was stopping her from heading over to the tattoo shop right now?
No, she thought to herself. Going over to the tattoo shop, drunk, with absolutely nothing to say except Hi, I think you’re hot? She could never do that…
The vodka lemonade in her system said otherwise, though. That, along with all her friends who hyped her, had somehow managed to convince her to venture across the street and visit her dreamy tattoo man!
So now she’s in his tattoo shop, with absolutely no idea of what to say or how to act.
“How can I help you?” he asks after a tense second of silence.
“Um…” she doesn’t really have a game plan, but she decides on the spot, “I want a piercing.”
“A piercing?” he clarifies. She nods. “Okay… where?”
She points to the shell of her ear. “You want a helix piercing?” he asks once more.
“Yeah,” she says confidently, accompanied by an eager nod of her head.
“Okay…” he mulls it over for a second. “Are you… y’know– like, in the right headspace to do this?” Something is telling him that she’s not completely sober, and he doesn’t want to do something that she’d regret.
“Yeah, yeah!” She brushes it off nonchalantly, “I only had like, one drink! And I’ve been meaning to get a piercing, especially after I came in here with Lola.”
The first half of that was a lie– she had like, three drinks. But, it is true that she’d been thinking about getting her helix pierced for a while. She’d always thought they were cool, and had thought to herself that she’d like to get it done. She just never had taken any initiative on that thought… until right now, at least.
“If you say so…” He’s still a bit doubtful, but he supposes his slight suspicion isn’t enough of a reason to refuse service to her.
He brings her the paperwork on a clipboard and gets all his required equipment out as she fills it out. “Which do you want?” he asks her, pointing to the wide variety of helix piercing options displayed.
“Um…what do you recommend?” She’s normally much more prepared and would have done a bunch of research on what kind of jewelry would heal best or what type of metal was safest… but again, this decision was kind of made on a whim.
“I always tell clients to start off with a stud, and then if you want you can switch it out for a hoop once the piercing has healed.”
“Yeah, that sounds good.” A pretty, butterfly shaped stud catches her eye. “Can I do that one, please?”
He nods. Grabbing his equipment, he decides that y/n is gonna be the last customer of the night, so he flips the sign on the front of the door to read closed, and leads her into the backroom, the same room where he’d pierced Lola’s ears.
“Where’s your daughter?” he asks, turning on the lights. Y/n follows behind him, and sits on the bench that he guides her towards.
“Oh, she’s not mine!”
“She’s not?” Harry had assumed that was her daughter with how close they were and how easily y/n comforted the little girl.
“Lola’s my goddaughter!” she bubbles. “She’s at home with her parents right now. I just got to take her out this week for a little pre-birthday surprise.”
“That’s cute,” he hums. With a pair of black gloves on his hands, he rips open the sanitizing pad and stands in front of y/n. The cool alcohol wipe feels refreshing against her ear, a striking contrast to how flushed her face feels.
Harry’s eyes are dark and stern as he focuses on his job. His knuckles nudge her chin, angling her head in a way so he could clean the backs of her ears too. She’s looking up at him with wide eyes, captivated by his every movement. With how close he’s standing to her, she can feel his breaths against her cheek, see the sparks of gold embedded in his green irises. She can’t help herself from staring at his pretty pink lips, how they pout as he marks the spot he wants to pierce.
Now, usually it makes Harry really uncomfortable when people stare at him while he’s doing their tattoo or giving a piercing. He’d rather they just close their eyes, or stare at the staring, anywhere else but at him! But with her… he doesn’t fully mind it. She’s kind of cute, he has to admit.
He holds up a mirror for her. “Look good?”
She nods. She barely looks into the mirror and doesn’t overthink the placement of it at all. Somehow, she trusts Harry wholeheartedly.
He takes the needle out of its sterile packaging, and y/n eyes it nervously. “Do helix piercings… hurt a lot?” she asks with a timid voice. The sight of a needle coming towards her face has sobered her up quite a bit.
“Not necessarily.” He notices her nervous eyes, “They obviously hurt more than a lobe piercing, since it’s cartilage, but s’only like a pinch.”
She still looks frightened. “Can you, um– count?”
His eyes narrow slightly, and she feels like he’s judging her. But he agrees nonetheless. “Sure. Ready?” She nods her head as best as she can with her ear pinched between his fingers. “3…2…1.” She squeezes her eyes shut and takes a sharp breath as the needle pierces through her cartilage.
She exhales with a shaky breath. “Ow,” her eyes open, stinging with tears.
He looks at her with a furrow in his brow. If she knew him better, she’d know that he’s concerned. But since they’re practically strangers, it just looks like he’s annoyed with her. “Did it hurt?” he asks.
“Little bit,” she mumbles. “I think it’s just the thought of a needle that’s making me a wuss. I’m not good with needles.” She sniffles a bit, but her tears aren’t heavy enough to fall from her lashes.
“Well that was the hard part,” he says, somewhat reassuringly. He follows through with the butterfly shaped stud, and secures it in the back.
He holds the mirror up for her once more, and she gazes at her own reflection in awe. “It’s so pretty,” she whispers. The butterfly glimmers prettily on her ear, the jewels that make up the wings shining under the white lighting. He sanitizes the piercing once more, then takes a step back.
“Make sure you avoid touching the piercing, ‘cos that’ll irritate it and also potentially infect it. Little bit of swelling and redness is fine for the first few days, but if it persists or gets infected then go to the doctors.” He takes his gloves off and throws his trash into the bin, then grabs a bottle of an aftercare solution, “Y’have to wash it 2-3 times a day for the next 3 weeks, then once a day after that. Don’t go swimming or submerge it under water, don’t pick at it or play with the piercing, avoid sleeping on it. And if you think anything is wrong then feel free to come back and we’ll check it out for you, yeah?”
She nods her head diligently. “How long does it take to fully heal?”
“Helix piercings take anywhere from six months to two years to fully heal. The better you take care of it, the better it’ll heal.”
Her eyes widen, “I didn’t know piercings took so much work.”
He eyes her curiously. “What made you decide to get pierced today if you didn’t know anything about it?”
“Oh, I was just… like in a fun mood,” she explains, avoiding the fact that the only reason she’d come in here was because she wanted to see him, the hot tattoo artist she’d been fantasizing about for the past week. “Me and my friends perform at the bar across the street every Thursday night, and we got some drinks afterwards and I just… decided to do it.” She smiles nervously.
“You perform?” he asks.
“Oh, yeah!” she bubbles excitedly. “I mean, I just play the keys, but my friend is a really good singer and it’s a lot of fun. S’right across the street, you should check it out one day!”
He hums. “Maybe one day.”
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Y/n didn’t really think much of it when she told Harry to come check out one of their performances. It just kind of… slipped out.
She didn’t think he’d actually show up! In fact, she thought she’d totally fumbled with him! She just got a piercing from him, and that’s it. No phone numbers, no flirting, nothing.
But here he is, sitting at a bar waiting for her as she walks off stage.
“Ruby,” she whispers to the lead singer of their band. “He’s here.”
“Who?” Ruby whispers back, looking around inconspicuously.
“The tattoo artist,” y/n says nervously.
Ruby’s eyes widen. “Where?!” she gasps excitedly.
“Long hair, sitting by the bar with a drink.”
Ruby finds him easily, “Girl… he’s hot.”
Y/n nods. “What do I do?”
“Go talk to him, duh!” Ruby spares another glance towards Harry. “He’s looking at you. Go over there right now, or I’ll do it for you.”
Y/n’s palms sweat and she looks at Ruby helplessly. She’s nervous! But Ruby just raises her eyebrow and gives her a look, one that tells her to suck it up and go flirt with her dream man.
With a deep breath, she walks to the bar, eyes glued to the floor and desperately avoiding Harry’s eyes until she’s right in front of him. “Hi,” she says.
He takes a sip of his drink, some type of golden whiskey sitting in a crystal glass. His eyes glimmer with familiarity. “Hi.”
“You came,” she says, fingers twisting behind her back.
“I did.” He flags the bartender down. “Are you drinking anything?”
“Oh, um… just a strawberry marg.” She smiles to herself– he’s buying her a drink! That must mean something, right? “How much of the show did you see?”
“Just the end. Had to close up shop and all before I came.”
She nods understandingly. “How, um… What did you think?” Her drink arrives and she takes a long, nervous sip.
“It was good. You were great up there.”
Her cheeks grow warm and she hopes Harry can’t tell how happy that small comment made her. “Thanks,” she says with a soft smile.
He takes another sip of his drink, and says nothing more. He’s got an intimidating demeanor, one that makes y/n shrink into herself, and yet she doesn’t want to leave his side. She’s attracted to him, obviously, but also intrigued. His mysterious ways have captured her attention, his quiet personality something y/n wants to unravel.
She coughs dryly, even though her throat doesn’t itch or anything, and awkwardly takes a sip of her drink. She wishes she had something to say to Harry, and wonders if she should just walk away to save herself from this painful silence.
“Y/n!” One of her bandmates, Benji, somehow hears her prayers and wraps his arms around her shoulder. “Killed it on the keys tonight! So groovy babe, you’re amazing.”
“Thanks Benji,” she mumbles, her face heating at the extravagant attention he’s drawn to them. Harry observes her quietly, not even acknowledging Benji’s presence – just watching her. He takes another long, quiet sip of his drink.
“This a friend of yours?” Benji asks, nodding towards Harry. His arms are still wrapped around her shoulders, his hands rubbing up and down her arm warmly. She can feel Harry eyeing the contact.
She clears her throat. “Yeah, this is Harry. He tattoos at the shop across the street.”
“Oh, sick! Nice to meet you man.”
Harry tips his drink in acknowledgement, but still says nothing.
“Listen– me, Ruby, and Char are heading to Nora’s apartment in like, thirty minutes. You wanna come with? You can ride with me.”
Y/n glances at Harry, but he’s looking down at his drink, swirling it softly. The ice clinks in his glass softly, somehow standing out to y/n’s ear despite how loud the bar is. “Um, I’ll let you know, okay? I’ll text.” Benji pats her arm with an affirming nod, and heads back to his table where the rest of their friends are sitting.
“S’that your boyfriend?” Harry says, finally looking up. His brows are furrowed, as usual, and his green eyes stare at her intensely.
“Oh, Benji?” she laughs. “No way. He’s dating Nora.”
He hums. “No boyfriend at all, then?”
She shakes her head softly, “No boyfriend.”
“Good,” he says, setting his glass down. “Would suck if I was trying to hook up with a girl who’s taken.”
Pause.
“You– what?” Her heart stutters in her chest, and she forgets how to breathe. “You want… with me?”
He sets the drink down and stands from his stool, towering over her. Looking at her with those intense, green eyes, he unabashedly glances down at her lips. “What are you doing after this?”
“Um.” Benji’s invitation flashes through the forefront of her mind. Her eyes flicker between his nervously, looking for any signs that he might be messing with her. He’s dead serious. “Nothing.”
“I live just a little bit away. Do you want to come to mine?”
“To yours? To um– like, you know…” her brain is going haywire and she can’t get a proper sentence out. “Like to… hook up?”
He nods, eyes hard but honest. “Would you want that?”
“Yeah!” She realizes how eager she sounds, and tones it down. “I mean, yes. I’d want that. I would want to go to yours and would like to, um… you know. I would wanna…” She stumbles over her words, struggling to formulate her thoughts into coherent words. She shakes her head and looks at the ground shyly, embarrassed that she can’t get it out.
Harry steps forward, lifts her chin, and gives her a kiss – mostly to shut her up, but also to test the waters, see if the chemistry is there. Her eyes flutter shut, her hands lifting softly with the intention of grabbing onto his arms, but too shy to actually touch him, so they just hang in the air between them. Harry, on the other hand, cups her jaw with the hand that he’d use to tilt her chin upwards, while the other hand rests on her hip. He puckers his lips softly against hers, sucking her bottom lip gently.
His grip on her hip tightens as they kiss, and she relaxes into his touch. The whirlwind of thoughts disappears in the kiss, the anxiety of trying to speak with him and knowing how and where to touch him vanishes in seconds. Her hands finally feel comfortable enough to touch him, resting gently on his chest, fingers grabbing onto his shirt unconsciously. He pulls away with a soft click. When her eyes gently flutter open, glazed over with puppy-like eagerness, he confirms to himself that the chemistry is definitely there.
“Ready to go, then?”
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Harry’s apartment is oddly nothing like y/n expected.
From his rugged exterior, you’d think his home would be dark and grungy, like himself. But he lives in a cute apartment, quaint and cozy. The building is in a nice area, with an apparently new lock and intercom system that y/n envies (getting into her building is a hassle – her key always gets stuck and she’s always getting calls from people who want the person in room 316. She lives in 318!). He keys them in with a small fob attached to a key chain, and she follows him through the lobby, up the elevator, down the hallway, and into his apartment.
A sweet little white cat with pretty blue eyes sits in front of the door as they walk in. She meows up at Harry, and tangles herself between his legs, her fluffy tail twirling behind her softly. “You don’t mind cats or anything, do you?” Harry asks.
“No, not at all!”
“This is Dandie,” he murmurs. Harry picks the cat up into his arms, his tattooed arms striking against her delicate white fur. “It’s short for dandelion.”
“How sweet,” y/n coos, stepping forward. She tries to give Dandie a scratch on the head, but the cat flinches her head away, meowing grumpily. Y/n pouts.
“Takes a while for her to warm up to people,” Harry explains. “Don’t take it personally.”
He sets Dandie down, letting her prance away as she pleases while he leads y/n further into his apartment. It’s homey and comfortable, clearly lived in. Harry has dark, espresso colored shelves lined with books and little trinkets, souvenirs and little decorations that you’d find in antique shops. A sage green couch with a chunky knit white blanket draped on top sits in the center of his living room, matching the fluffy white rug that lays under his coffee table. A half full mug of tea sits on a coaster on top of the glass table. It faces the wall with a large television attached to it.
Underneath the television is a short stand that has a record player sitting on top of it– a fancy one, she might add – with built-in shelves that store all of his records. She wanders towards them, straying away from Harry, who’s gone to the kitchen to set out some food for Dandie. There must be a hundred of them, she thinks to herself, most of them old artists that she’s never heard of.
He startles her when he walks back into the room, snapping her out of her curious exploration of his home. “Put some food out so Dandie won’t bother us,” he says. Y/n nods, looking at Harry shyly. She’s not very well-versed in this whole… one night stand stuff, and doesn’t really know what to do, so she stands there nervously as he comes closer. She knows that the whole reason she’s here is to hook up with Harry, but she has no idea how to initiate it. She’s not some sexy vixen who knows how to seduce a man – she’s a nervous and clumsy girl who doesn’t know where to put her hands when she kisses someone!
It’s a miracle that she’s managed to somehow capture Harry’s attention, despite the fact that she constantly stumbles over her words and barely knows how to act around him. He’s just like… scarily intimidating!
Lucky for her, he takes the lead and initiates the contact so that y/n can stop wracking her head over how to relieve the tension between them. He stands in front of her and cups a hand under her jaw, his fingers sliding into her hair. Although his brows are still furrowed, his eyes are somewhat softer as he looks down at her, flickering between her eyes, then down to her lips.
Did you want to put a record on?” He asks, eyes still fixated on her lips.
Her breath hitches in her throat, and her tongue darts out to lick her dry lips. “Can I?” she responds gently.
He gives an affirming hum, his dark eyes darting back up to hers, searching them intently. His pupils have dilated, his bright green irises now a deeper, forest green. “Anything in particular you wanna listen to?”
“Um…” she pulls away from and bends down to the height of the shelf to look at his selection. She sees Billy Joel, The White Stripes, The Cranberries… all music that she never really listens to. Oldies aren’t necessarily her taste, she’s more of a Taylor Swift gal. The only artist she recognizes is Fleetwood Mac, which he has a whole selection of. She plays it safe and goes with a vinyl of their “Top Hits,” delicately removing the record from the shelf and standing up with it.
She’s nervous about setting the record up (it seems like Harry’s a big record guy and she doesn’t want to scratch the vinyl or break the spinner or anything like that), so she gives the record to Harry, who stands closely behind her. With his chest pressed to her back, he wraps his arms around her and takes the vinyl out of her hands, easily taking it out of its case and placing it on the spinner. His soft, warm breaths tickle the back of her neck, and she wonders if she imagined the feeling of his lips skimming her shoulder.
Delicately, he places the needle on the record and it starts spinning, a warm static noise playing before it fades into the strong piano of the first song. His hands now rest on her hips, large and warm and gentle, and this time she knows that she’s not imagining him pressing kisses along her shoulder, and up to her neck. Goosebumps trail down her spine, and she closes her eyes, subtly tilting her head to the side to give him more access. When his kisses reach the base of her neck, he sucks lightly – not enough to leave a permanent mark, but just enough to make her core pulse and the skin there throb.
His hands trail up her sides, twisting her around slowly so that she’s facing him again. She follows him easily, moony eyes staring up at him in anticipation of his next move.
He finally leans in for a kiss. Y/n reciprocates eagerly, leaning up to kiss him back. Her eyes shut delicately, ready to fully relax into the kiss – but he pulls away before she has the chance to fully appreciate the way his lips feel against her.
Her eyes open and she looks up at him with a pout, concerned and a bit scared about why he might’ve pulled away so soon. He grabs her hands, which had been awkwardly hanging by her sides, and wraps them around his shoulders.
She feels much more comfortable this way, relieved that Harry has taken the burden of figuring out what to do with her hands away from her. Then he leans down to kiss her again, and she lets him take control.
His blunt, black painted fingernails scratch softly against her scalp as his fingers curl in her hair, holding her steady so that he can kiss her as he pleases. His other hand holds onto her waist, palm resting over her clothes while his thumb sneaks under her shirt to tenderly tease her warm skin. Her stomach jolts at his light touch. Their lips fold over each other perfectly, linking and unlinking in a slow, sultry, continuous kiss. She doesn’t realize that she’s craning her neck upwards trying to get closer and closer to him as they kiss, or that her fingers are unconsciously gripping onto the back of his shirt.
Harry takes a step forward, never breaking their kiss, inching y/n backwards until she’s pressed against the wall. The hand that had been cradling her jaw slides down her neck, then over her shoulder, then presses against the wall to support his weight as he leans over her. His neck bends downwards to reach y/n’s lips so that she doesn’t have to keep getting up on her tippy toes. With a hand on her lower back, he presses her against him, her back arching so that her stomach is pressed against his firm abdomen.
Although the sexual tension between Harry and y/n had been there since the moment they kissed in the bar, it had been a bit muted. Her anxiety over not embarrassing herself and figuring out how to initiate anything with him had muffled any of her desires, and distracted her from noticing the way Harry was eyeing her hungrily. Now that they’re kissing though, with their bodies pressed together and their hands roaming over each other, the tension is bursting. Y/n feels the heat in her core spreading all over her body, a desperate whimper growing in her chest and spilling out into Harry’s mouth.
Here she was, kissing the hot tattoo artist that she’d been dreaming about all week, with his firm chest pressed against hers, his thick fingers tangled in her hair, and his pretty pink lips on her mouth. It made her head spin with excitement. She’s no longer embarrassed in communicating her eagerness, whimpering and pressing herself into him even more.
Harry untangles his lips from hers and buries his face into her neck, kissing her there. She arches her head backwards, letting it knock against the wall to bare the skin of her throat to him. Her fingers untangle from the back of his shirt, only to tangle into his hair, long curly tendrils that she softly grasps as he kisses and sucks at the thin skin of her throat. Harry’s lips are soft and skilled, suckling gently at her most tender spots and breathing warm air over them to make her shiver. She moans softly, and not so subtly presses her hips into his center.
His hands roam her body, going from holding onto her hips, to grazing her ribs, then back down to skim over her ass. His palms feel warm, burning her skin through her clothes as he grips her thighs and lifts her into the air. With his hand under her thighs, her legs wrapped around his waist, and his hips pressing her into the wall, he somehow effortlessly picked her up.
The firm bulge confined in his black jeans presses deliciously against her soft heat, and she rolls her hips forward. With her fingers tangled in his roots, she guides his face back to hers so that she can start kissing him once more, feel his soft lips slick against hers and his warm breath against her face.
In a spur of the moment decision, Harry tightens his grip on her thighs and pulls her off the wall, carrying her over to the green couch in the center of the room. Laying her down gently, he breaks their kiss to kneel down on the floor next to her. She props herself up on her elbows and stares down at him with lust-blown eyes and swollen lips, breathing heavily as he teases the button of her denim jeans.
“Off?” he asks, and she nods eagerly, letting him unbutton, unzip, and undress her without hesitation. She’s left in her plain underwear, which he also peels off, leaving him face to face with her soft folds. His hands find her knees, and she watches him spread her legs open, her pretty pussy blooming like a spring flower.
Harry bites his lip, eyes unblinking and fixated on her center as he inches closer and closer. When she feels his warm breath against her center, she shudders, a warm rush spreading from her core, all the way up her spine. Her breathing visibility quickens, chest rising and falling noticeably enough for Harry to finally look away from her pussy and flicker his eyes up to her.
“Alright?” he murmurs, warm hands resting soothingly on her thighs. He’s a man of few words, yet he still manages to check in with her.
“Yeah,” she breathes shakily.
Without saying anything else, he leans in and licks a bold stripe up her center. His tongue dips between her folds, spit mixing with the slick that had gathered there since he first kissed her at the bar. She whines and bucks her hips upwards as soon as he makes contact with her, shutting her eyes when he starts to swirl his tongue round her clit. He makes no noise, face stoic save for the furrow in his brow showing his sheer concentration.
Pink lips wrap around her clit, sucking lightly and sending a shock throughout her entire body. When she wriggles around, he holds her hips still, his thick fingers pressing firmly into her plushy skin. Her hand shoots down to grip at the edge of his couch, holding herself steady as quiet whimpers escape her throat. She doesn’t want to embarrass herself by moaning obnoxiously, biting her lips to keep her noises in, but Harry’s making it really hard for her with the way he’s sucking her clit.
When he slides a finger into her pussy, any shame or embarrassment flies out the window. A loud cry escapes her, and she feels herself practically sucking his finger in, eager to finally have something penetrating her. Harry pulls off her clit with a pop and watches his finger disappear into her heat, biting his lip at how warm and tight she feels. He nearly groans out imagining how amazing she’d feel wrapped around his cock.
Slipping another finger in next to the first, he curls his fingers up and searches for that plushy spot on her front wall. Honestly, just having his fingers inside of her is enough to have her squirming, but when he finds her special spot, she feels her fingers go numb and her lip nearly bursts from how hard she bites down on it.
He smiles to himself when she clenches around his fingers, a subtle confirmation that he’d indeed found her g-spot and was rubbing his fingers against it in the right way. And if she’s being honest… that smile alone could’ve made her cum. A self assured, cocky smirk, with a dimple piercing his cheek and a smug glimmer in his eye. It makes her head spin, having someone so attractive sitting between her thighs.
When he leans back down to suck her clit, combined with the feeling of his fingers curling into that plushy spot, a familiar ringing starts in her ears. Before she knows it, she’s cumming around Harry’s fingers, clenching and whining and throwing her head back as pleasure overtakes her body.
It’d been so long since she’d come at the hands of someone other than herself, nevertheless someone as good as Harry. She’d given up on hookup culture and one night stands long ago, opting for her trusty Urban Outfitters vibrator over fake orgasms, and had nearly forgotten how good it felt letting someone else do all the work. How nice it felt to have broad hands skimming over your legs as you cum, or having someone’s lips teasing your skin as you come down from your high.
Her heart beats sporadically as she calms down, regaining her vision and blinking open her eyes to see Harry kissing her inner thighs. His fingers slip out of her pussy gently, slicked in a glossy layer of her cum, which he licks off casually. Y/n nearly cums again just from seeing that.
He pushes himself up from the ground to stand. “Up for more?” he asks, pressing down on the bulge in his jeans. Nodding, she sits up on the couch so that she’s face to face with his cock, and undoes the button of his tight, black jeans. She yanks them down to his knees, revealing a pair of black Calvin Kleins, and a large tiger tattoo on his thigh. Momentarily, she gets distracted, tracing the sharp inked teeth of the tiger, feeling the firm muscle of his thigh. But then he palms himself through his briefs, and she remembers the mission she’s on.
Pulling those down as well, his cock bobs up in front of her face, pink and ruddy tip hypnotizing her as it sways up and down, finally free of its confines. She’s ready to return the favor, licking her lips and eager to get her lips around his cock – not only because she feels obligated to suck him off since he ate her out, but also because his cock is pretty. It’s thick and hard, with veins running up the sides, and he looks clean and well groomed. Her mouth waters, and she wants him in her mouth. But, before she can even lick the tip, he wraps his own fist around it, tilting it away from her mouth.
Her eyes flicker up from his cock to his face, an upset furrow in her brow, but Harry disregards it. “How do you want it?” he asks instead, too impatient to get sucked off. He’s been dreaming of her warm cunt ever since she came around his fingers.
She says nothing, instead grabbing his hips and pulling him down to sit next to her on the couch. His cock bobs heavily between the two of them as she straddles him, her knees encasing his thick, muscled thighs. “Um… do you– condom?” she asks breathlessly. He wriggles a hand into the back pocket of his pants, which hang around his knees carelessly, and pops a trojan out.
Ripping the foil with his teeth, he sheaths it onto his cock in less than a minute. Y/n lifts herself up on her knees, lines him up with her pussy, and sinks down gently. With her on top, she sets a slow, easy pace for herself, taking her time as she presses down. He fills her up, inch by inch, stretching her to the brim, and she loves it.
Harry spreads his arms on the back of the couch, casually watching as she lowers himself on his cock. She’s warm and wet and so fucking tight… he throws his head back in ecstacy, relieved to finally have his cock snugly inside of her. Her hands reach backwards to hold onto his knees, lifting herself up and down, angling in a way so that his cockhead rubs against her g-spot everytime she grinds down.
With his lip between his teeth, his bright green eyes stare as she starts bouncing faster. He reaches a hand out to hold onto her hip, his palm smoothing over her soft skin and guiding her as she lifts herself on his cock. He makes no noises, but he breathes deeply through his nose and watches her with lust-blown pupils, eyelids heavy as if he were drunk.
Y/n on the other hand, whimpers with every swivel of her hips, cheeks flushed and chest bursting. She’s doing her damn best but being on top is hard! The burning in her thighs is lowkey making her regret climbing onto his lap instead of letting him have his way with her, but just as she’s about to start cramping up, Harry’s other hand leaves the couch to grip her hip. With both hands burning on her hipbones, he helps her bounce up and down on his cock.
She relaxes now, his strong hands helping her immensely and letting her start focusing on the burning orgasm bubbling in the pit of her stomach. She falls forward, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pressing her chest against his, whining into his ear when his cockhead kisses her g-spot each time he pulls her down. He grunts quietly when her fingernails dig into the muscles of his shoulders, and whispers a quiet praise in her ear.
“Yeah, that’s good,” he murmurs with a low voice – that sends her over the edge. She clenches around his thick length, squeezing her thighs tightly around his hips as she lets out a choked moan, a quiet ohmygod escaping her through her orgasm.
She flutters around his cock the same way she’d done around his fingers and his vision goes white, throwing his head back on the couch and letting his eyes blink shut in bliss. A lazy smile overtakes his face as her pussy milks his cock, and he releases in long warm spurts into the condom.
She breathes heavily in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck and holding on for dear life, while Harry sits there casually, blissed out and fully content. His hands rub over the skin of her bare thighs gently, thumbs tracing soft circles as her shaky breaths start to even out. She pulls her face out of his neck, and looks down at him with blown out eyes and hot cheeks.
“Good?” he asks with a cocky smirk, the cutest dimple in his cheek.
She nods breathlessly, fluttering her eyes unbelievingly. “Wow,” is all she can say. Harry chuckles cutely.
He’s still fitted snugly inside of her, so she lifts herself off his cock, hissing at the feeling of being empty after he filled her up so well. Harry takes the sloppy condom off of his prick and ties it off, standing up when y/n shuffles off of his lap to throw it out in the kitchen.
When he walks back in, cock bare and swinging about, y/n is getting herself dressed and ready to go. If there’s anything she hates more than the awkwardness that comes before hooking up with someone for the first time, it’s the awkwardness that comes after you actually have sex. She always felt insecure, extra vulnerable, and a little bit nervous… and she never knew what to do with herself. So even though she could really go for a cuddle or something right now, she gets herself dressed and ready to head home. That’s what you do after a one night stand, right?
Harry seems a lot more… relaxed than she’d expected, though. She was worried he’d be rushing her out of his house, ordering her a taxi and getting dressed as soon as they were done. But no, he casually slides his black Calvin Kleins up his legs, kicking his black jeans onto the floor with no second thought. He sits himself on the couch, and opens up a water bottle.
“Brought you some water,” he says casually, nodding towards the bottle he’d brought from the kitchen after he’d thrown the condom out.
“...thanks,” she says, picking up the water and cautiously sitting back down next to him. She cracks the seal open and takes a small sip. Harry chugs half the bottle down, then throws it onto the coffee table.
“Whereabouts do you live?” he then asks, throwing an arm on the back of the couch.
“Um… about 10 minutes from the tattoo shop. East side of town, in the apartment complex near the port.”
“Oh so you’re not too far,” he murmurs thoughtfully, and she shakes her head in confirmation. “That’s perfect.” He searches around himself for a minute before he finds his phone, face down on the side table, and passes it to y/n. “Why don’t you put your number in then, and we can do this again?”
She grabs his phone a bit dazed, “you wanna hook up again?”
“Err, yeah?” he says dumbly. “Only if you want to, though.”
Her heart flutters giddily – so this wasn’t goodbye! She’s really winning the jackpot, and she wonders what she’s done to get this much good karma. First she got to hook up with the hot tattoo artist, and now he wants to turn it into a fling? “Yeah… yeah sounds good.”
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THE REST OF TATTOORRY IS PATREON EXCLUSIVE!!! PART TWO IS ALREADY OUT ON PATREON!!!!! THANK U FOR READING!!!
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Hysteria
Read my harry styles fanfic on Wattpad.
Harry Styles lives immersed in the mafia world, he's ruthless and shows absolutely no remorse for his deeds of cruelty and destruction. Isolation has always been his preference, however, when he sees himself stuck with a woman as twisted as him, he quickly realises that she might be the catalyst for his own demise. Follow Harry as he navigates through his own cruel mind, unlocking the truth about his past and overcoming his desire for pain as he comes with terms with his disease.
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"Our First Time," Bruno Mars * (~7.8k words)
just a random little thing, enjoy xx (also haven't proofread so apologies for any errors)
WARNINGS: smut, I think that's it
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“Thank you–oh, it’s a little cold.” She relaxes back on her heels and begins to rub her hands together.
“It’s okay.” Harry giggles. “You don’t have to do that. I’ll get used to it.”
“Are you sure? Just give me a second.”
Harry’s stomach flutters for the umpteenth time tonight at her sweet gesture. His face heats and the warmth travels down his chest and to his groin.
He’s a little overwhelmed with how much he’s…feeling right now. He likes her so much, and he cares about her so much, but he also doesn’t love her just yet. He thinks he could get there, but he also kind of thinks he’s already there, because he’s never felt this way towards anyone before. It has to be love–what he’s feeling–right? What else could it be?
But is it too soon to love her? Harry has no clue; he’s never done any of this before. So, how can he trust his own emotions, when he’s never experienced anything even close to love before?
But watching her sit between his legs, rubbing her palms together to warm the lube for him, just so he isn’t uncomfortable–he can’t imagine anyone else being so accommodating, so thoughtful. It reignites the…the care he has for her, the fondness and adoration.
A small gasp escapes his lips, and he can’t it when his hips buck up into nothing. A pearl of precum dribbles from his slit as he continues to watch her hands.
“Okay,” she says with a sigh of finality. “It’s warmer.” Then, her eyes flit up to sheepishly look into his. “Sorry.” She laughs a little. “Maybe I should’ve listened to you.”
Harry has to swallow a lump in his throat–really? He’s crying before she even gets her hand around his cock?–and he shakes his head, coughing roughy before speaking. “No, it’s–It’s okay.” He offers a tender smile, and hopes that his eyes aren’t shining too brightly underneath the soft yellow hue of the lamp. “I appreciate it. Are you ready?”
She nods, shuffling closer to him on her knees. She swallows thickly when she dips her head and peers down at his hard length. Her eyes are wide and full of apprehension. Harry just hopes it’s because of nerves, because he’s nervous too. He’s really fucking nervous.
“I’m nervous,” she says with a sheepish laugh, as if she had been reading his thoughts, as if their minds are aligned. “I’ve never…I’ve never done anything like this before. Well–“ she rolls her eyes and waves a hand "–obviously, but.” She avoids his eyes, fixating on his chest with tight features and a rigid posture.
She must look so stupid, she thinks. It’s a handjob, not rocket science. It’s probably really easy, and she’s just overthinking it and making a big deal out of nothing.
It’s just–she’s nervous. She’s never held a penis in her hands, or her mouth, or–she’s never even seen one in real life. She’s never wanted to, is the thing. But, tonight, as she was sitting in Harry’s lap and feeling him harden beneath her, she found herself wanting him to take his pants off. She wanted to see his stiff cock, wanted to feel it in her hand. Would his skin feel smooth? Would it feel hot? She doesn’t know.
She doesn’t know the first thing about pleasuring someone else, and she really wants Harry to feel good. She wants to make him feel good, she just doesn’t know how, and that makes her nervous.
What if he doesn’t like it? What if he fakes his moans and lies to her? Penises are hard when people are aroused, and soft when they’re not, right? What if he goes soft in her hand right in the middle of her handjob? That would be just about the most humiliating thing to ever happen to her. She would never be able to look Harry in the eye ever again.
And that would be really sad, because she likes Harry. She really likes Harry, more than she’s ever liked anyone else before–and that kind of scares her. Her emotions, and the strength and intensity of them are scaring her.
She thought she was defective, when her friends would talk about the hottest people in her classes, or how much they wanted to fuck the sexy barista at the coffee shop, and she wouldn’t feel the same. How is someone sexy? How can you look at someone and know you want to have sex with them? She had no clue, she couldn’t relate, until she met Harry.
But not even when she met Harry did she immediately feel this…desire to have sex with him. Sure, he’s attractive: she can appreciate an attractive face. But she didn’t understand her friends’ desperate urges to fuck him.
But now, as she sits between his legs, she wants to fuck him. After months of hanging out and getting food and watching movies and studying together, she suddenly feels this intense desire that her friends are always talking about. It came with absolutely no warning, which stunned her. Had she always wanted to fuck him, and has only just now identified the feeling?
But, then again, the more she thinks about it, the more she doesn’t think it just sprung up on her. It started with her simply looking at his hands, studying the veins underneath his skin and just how big his palms and fingers were. She imagined those hands holding her own, resting on her waist and hips. She imagined his fingers gently brushing her hair away from his face, a tender look in his eyes as they gazed into her own.
Then, since it’s so fucking warm out, Harry’s been wearing these shorts that she’s never seen another man look so fucking good in. They’re thin and lightweight and they melt around his thick thighs. And he accidentally–somehow–shrunk an entire load of his laundry, so his shirts he’d been wearing recently were small and tight around his chest and biceps.
She can pinpoint the exact moment he got her all hot and bothered. She’d never been so flustered before, but at the pool party, watching him prance around in those little yellow shorts…She was hot, and she was really fucking bothered. And ever since then, whenever he would be talking to her, she suddenly realized what her friends were talking about with his ‘intense’ look.
The way he’d just stare into her eyes, and she would notice that every once in a while they’d flicker down to her lips. It never got her so flustered before, but she found herself blushing and stuttering underneath his gaze.
Right now, his stare is still intense, but there’s an underlying tenderness and nervousness to them. He may never have realized the effect he has on others, but his own apprehension is softening his ‘intense’ look.
“You sure you want to do this?”
“Oh, yeah.” She nods determinedly, looking down at his length with growing confidence. “I want to, I really want to. Just–guide me through it.”
Harry nods with her, shuffling in his spot. He bends his legs, then stretches them out on either side of her. Then he bends them again, just not as much as before. He plants his palms on the mattress, pushing himself into a more upright position, then he decides to slouch back down.
His fidgeting is halted abruptly by a gentle tone, “Hey,” and an even gentler hand wrapping around his aching cock.
He sucks in a harsh breath, freezing in his spot. She watches his reaction with wide, amused eyes. She laughs, then asks, “What do you want me to do next?”
“Just–“ he gasps for breath, his hands frantically scrambling up and down the comforter. “Go up and down. And don’t squeeze too tight,” he says in a tight voice. “But not too loose either, you know?” A loose whimper leaves his lips when she experimentally strokes him once.
“Just like this?” she asks softly, repeating her careful motions. She gages his reaction, and she feels her underwear pool when his head falls back, revealing his long, tanned neck. A long moan rises from his throat, and his hips buck up to meet her hand.
“Just like that,” he replies just as softly. “Fuck. But could you just–speed up a little bit?”
She nods her head, biting into the inside of her bottom lip in concentration as she mechanically increases her speed. The lube aids her hand in gliding up and down his cock, and she never knew the wet clicking noises would turn her on so much.
She never knew moans could turn her on so much either, but Harry’s mewls and groans are spurring her on in ways she never thought were possible.
She finds his skin is smooth underneath her fingers, and his cock is hot and it’s throbbing. It’s throbbing and his moans are growing louder. His fidgeting is increasing, and he can’t seem to stop bending and extending his legs and dragging his hands up and down the duvet, fisting and stretching his hands against the sheets.
She asks curiously, “Are you gonna come?”
Harry scrunches his face up, his blushing chest heaving as he shyly nods. A broken hum of confirmation assures her that she’s done just enough to make Harry feel good. Her chest expands with pride, and her hand moves more confidently along his cock.
Despite the promiscuous question, her tone is genuinely curious, highlighting her innocence. “Does this feel good?” She circles her thumb around the head of his length, watching his reaction carefully.
“Oh, my God,” Harry cries out, rolling his hips into her hand. His head frantically twists from side to side. “Fuck, keep doing that, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come.”
The sob that leaves him scares her a bit, and for a moment she wonders if he’s actually crying. She sees a trail of tears down his temples and his face is crumbled in a way she only recognizes as sadness.
But then Harry’s cock twitches in his hand, and she gasps quietly and looks down in time to see streaks of cum bubble from his tip. It dribbles down his cock, seeping between her fingers as she continues to stroke him through his orgasm. Her movements, despite having grown more confident and fluid, move up and down robotically until Harry’s trembling hands pry hers off.
“Sorry.” She laughs a bit, resting her slick hands on her thighs as she watches Harry catch his breath. Then, just to be a pest, she asks cheekily, “Did you enjoy that?”
Harry lets out a choked laugh, and he shakes his head, his exhaustion clear in his languid movements. “Mhm. That was…fuck.” He wipes at his eye with a single finger. “Thank you, I, uh…” Then he blushes. Who the fuck says thank you after a handjob? “Your turn?”
She smiles widely at him and, despite his obvious embarrassment shown through his rosy cheeks and sheepish eyes, he keeps their gazes locked. She nods. “Yeah. My turn.”
They switch positions, with Harry kneeling between her legs as she lays back on the mattress. When he has his fingers tucked under the waistband of her underwear and is about to start tugging them down her legs, she speaks up. She doesn’t necessarily sound embarrassed or insecure, but if she’s bringing it up to warn Harry, then he concludes it’s probably weighing on her mind. “I–uh. I don’t really…shave, just to warn you.” She lets out a little laugh to cover the fact that she is a little apprehensive about his reaction to her hair.
But his smile is easygoing and reassuring. “Okay. Are you ready?”
She nods, lying back and staring up at the ceiling as Harry slowly pulls her panties down her legs. Then, she thinks she should watch him, right? It’d be boring to just stare at the blank ceiling the entire time. So, she lifts her head–and only her head–and her neck cramps at the odd angle. She goes to sit up all the way, right as Harry begins to press kisses to her stomach, right below her belly button.
“Hey, you okay?” He looks up at her, his lips inches from her stomach. His heavy breaths caress her skin, and she can feel wisps of it brushing over her pussy.
“Uh, yeah, yeah, I’m okay. I’m just–I don’t really know what to do with myself.”
“Do you want to see a little bit?” Harry sits back up, reaching around her to grab the pillows. “Here, let me get these situated and…”
All she can do is look at him with, what she thinks is, a loving gaze. Except, it can’t be love, because…it just can’t be. She’s never been in love. So, how would she know what is and isn’t love?
It just seems crazy that she would love Harry after a few short months of knowing each other. But, then again, despite the short amount of time they’ve known each other, they’ve also been seeing each other nearly every day. They’ve grown incredibly close, but she doesn’t think it’s love. It just can’t be.
But watching him arrange the pillows in a way so that she isn’t comfortable–she can’t imagine anyone else being so accommodating, so thoughtful. It reignites the…the fire she feels between her legs.
When Harry finishes the final touches to her makeshift pillow lift, he brings his face right in front of hers. The air shifts between them to something more intense. Sure, they’ve already done something, but what they’re about to do–Harry eating her out–just feels more…intimate than a handjob.
He whispers, “Better?”
She nods. “Can you kiss me?”
Harry answers by pressing his lips to hers, opening his mouth and inviting her tongue inside. He moans as she licks into his mouth, then he pushes her down onto the pillows, kissing her one last time before crawling down her body.
“You’re gonna have to tell me what to do,” he says with a laugh before he kisses her pelvis region. “I’ve no clue what I’m doing.”
“M-kay.” She giggles. “Well, first of all, get down there.” She pushes his head, and they’re both giggling until Harry comes face to face with her glistening cunt, and she can feel his stuttering breaths against herself. Once again, the mood shifts from goofy to intense, and their giggles diminish as Harry patiently waits for her instructions.
“And, uh…” She gasps for breath. Part of her just wants to tell him to have at it, and do what feels right. But Harry literally has no clue what is right and what is wrong. “Uh, here.” She drags her hands down her body and pulls apart her lips to reveal even more of herself to Harry.
She wonders if he felt this exposed when she was stroking him. She wonders if he feels as vulnerable as she does right now. Not even she has been so close to her own vagina as Harry is at this very moment. He’s seeing things she’s never seen before, and for a split second, she prays that everything looks in tip-top shape.
“This is the clit,” she says slowly. She stares straight up at the ceiling, too embarrassed to see Harry’s face or meet his eyes. “It’s…it’s where you should focus most on…because it’s the only part of the human body that is strictly for sexual pleasure. It doesn’t have any other purpose.”
Harry hums to entertain her. He knows what the fuck a clit is; he paid attention in sex education. Still, he thinks it’s nice to have a refresher, because it’s better than him going in too cocky and fucking it all up.
“But, of course, you can…just…” Her finger gestures to her entire cunt. “Go all over, too. Just make sure to focus on my clit.”
“M-kay.” Harry drags his hands up her thighs slowly, feeling her hot skin beneath his palms. He pushes her legs apart even more, reveling in her sharp intake of breath above him.
“Uh…If I, like,” she forces out a laugh, “smell bad or taste bad, you don’t have to do it.”
“Okay,” he breathes out, his mouth watering the longer he stares at her puffy lips, her glistening hole, and her swollen clit. “Are you ready?”
She nods. “Mmhm.”
Harry wraps his arms around the thick of her thighs, and he goes to dive in, but then he pauses. “What should I do first?”
“Um.” She breathes in shakily, and her hips involuntarily roll up to his mouth. His breath is right on her, and it feels like his mouth is right there. She can feel her arousal dripping out of her hole, and she shoves down the whine threatening to crawl up her throat. “Just give me a lick, from–like, from the bottom, to the top. Flatten your tongue and–yeah.”
When Harry does as instructed, licking a flat stripe from her dribbling hole to her swollen clit, a broken, gasped moan escapes from her lips. She arches her back, rolling her hips up to his mouth. Harry does it again, pushing his tongue deeper into her cunt. When he reaches her clit, he wraps his lips around it and gives it a little suck before pulling away.
“Yes, yes!” she cries out. Her hands grab onto his hair, and Harry groans when she gives it a good tug. His cock twitches against the mattress. “That was good, do that again.” Her voice grows more frantic as Harry continues to eat her pussy. He sucks on her clit a little harder, and his eyes roll into the back of his head when she tugs especially hard on his locks.
“Sorry! Sorry.” She loosens her hold and pets his head, making him laugh against her core.
“It’s alright, baby,” he murmurs, his lips grazing her own. “I liked it. You can do it some more…Don’t be scared to pull too hard.” He wonders if she’ll think he’s weird for wanting her to pull hard. Will she judge him for liking the pain?
She cautiously threads her fingers into his hair again, and she experimentally tugs. Harry lets out the smallest noise against her. Then, to be a cheeky pest, she pulls really hard.
“Ow!”
“What, too hard?” She grins down at him.
Harry returns a half-lidded, unimpressed stare. Then he wraps his lips around her clit and sucks hard.
She throws her head back, a noise Harry’s never heard before leaving her mouth. Then, to be a cheeky pest, he doesn’t let up.
“Harry!” Her hands leave his hair and she pushes his face away from her. Harry fights back, giggling as he desperately sticks his tongue out to catch any part of her with the tip of his tongue.
She gasps for breath, her chest heaving. “Fuck you.”
Harry belts out a loud laugh at that.
She grabs the hair at the top of his head. “Shut up and lick.” She doesn’t realize how rude it is to shove his face into her cunt without asking until she’s already done it. Panic floods her body before its quickly replaced by pleasure when he immediately resumes licking into her, completely unbothered by her aggressive actions. In fact, she thinks he liked it, because he eagerly eats her out. She whimpers and ruts against his mouth, watching with a crumbled expression as he sucks on her clit. “L–Lick it, please, Harry. Put your tongue on it.”
“On your clit?” He lays his tongue flat over the swollen bud.
“Y–Yeah, but–I want–a little firmer, and more frequent. Like, point your tongue a little bit and–” A breathy moan leaves her when Harry laps at her clit with a firmer stroke. Then he puckers his lips around it and sucks before resuming his licking. His tongue paired with his lips sends her into a dizzying haze of pleasure. “Oh, my God, Harry,” she whispers, her face crumbling as her fingers tangle in his hair, locking his head between her legs.
“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come.” A muffled whine escapes from her, and she arches her back and pulls Harry’s face deeper between her thighs. Her lips part to exhale short, choppy breaths. The pleasure is intensifying slowly in a way that leaves her quivering for the finale. It feels so much different than when she pleasures herself.
She remembers that belly breathing helped intensify an orgasm–something she’d learned from Tik Tok. For someone who wasn’t very interested in having sex with anyone, she sure did stumble onto sextok quite a bit. She’s learned many helpful tips that she was sure she would never use in her life.
So, she evens out her breaths, her stomach rising and falling dramatically. It helps though, because the sparks of pleasure intensify. “Fuck, Harry.” Her mouth falls open and she lets out a loud screech as she orgasms.
Harry panics for a moment, because that noise she made obviously meant she climaxed, right? Plus, she gushed a bit into his mouth and on his chin. But she’s still holding him to her, so does he still need to lick her? When she was stroking him after he came, it kind of hurt, so he had to pull her hands off. Is it hurting her?
He decides to continue licking her and sucking on her clit until she finally pushes him away.
They both lie on the bed, breathing heavily. Slick sweat covers their body, shining underneath the soft glow of the lamp.
“That was–” She closes her eyes and inhaled deeply. Her body is still trembling, and she’s a bit embarrassed by it. Harry wasn’t nearly as flustered as she is after his orgasm. “That was really good, Harry.”
“Really?”
She nods. “Mm-hmm. I don’t–” Can she take another orgasm like that? She’s not sure. It was really intense. Maybe one is enough. They could still have sex; she just wouldn’t need to come.
Harry notices her…exhaustion. “We can stop right here, if you want. We don’t have to go all the way tonight.” The corners of his lips lift up into a smug smirk. “You seem a little…tired already.“
Her face relaxes into a deadpanned look. “No, I still want to have sex,” she decides. Fuck Harry and his newfound cockiness. He doesn’t deserve to feel this smug after his first time. Who knows if he’s even good? She might just have low expectations because she’s never been eaten out before.
Harry presses his lips together to hide his smile, but it still shines through. He crawls over her body until his head is aligned with hers. He leans down and sweetly pecks her nose. Her stomach flutters at the gentle gesture, and her suffocating pride washes away.
She smiles up at him, and he softy beams down at her.
They don’t say anything for a while. She just looks at him, taking in his flushed cheeks and wide eyes and swollen lips and–the bottom of his face is all wet. Warmth floods her cheeks with the realization that it’s from her. She opens her mouth, no noises coming out.
Hastily, she reaches up and wipes his face with her hand because it must be uncomfortable for him, right? He might think it’s weird and gross and–
And Harry gently holds her wrist before she can pull her hand away, and his eyes stare intently into hers before they focus on her hand. He doesn’t hesitate to lean in and stick his tongue out. The firm muscle strokes her fingers, and her breath hitches at the obscene sight.
She then thinks he could suck on her fingers because he’s going to have to stretch her out before putting his cock inside her. The erotic thought is so arousing that she almost voices it, until she realizes that it needs to be her that’s sucking on his fingers because he’s going to be the one stretching her out.
Right, she needs to calm down a bit. She’s obviously not thinking straight.
But maybe he doesn’t want to stick his fingers up her. She doesn’t know why, because he just had his mouth on her, so why would he be hesitant about his fingers? But, she should ask first, just to be sure.
“I–uh.” Harry then blushes, hard. “I…like the way you taste.”
She feels hot all over. “Really?”
He nods shyly. “I, um. I really enjoyed that.”
She laughs a bit. “Yeah, me too.”
Then his features shift back to that smug little smirk. “Yeah? So I did good?”
She rolls her eyes. “I guess. Anyways, um, I’m gonna have to get stretched out before…”
He nods. “Okay, do I just…?” Then she feels the tips of his fingers on her cunt, moving around a bit to find her hole.
She sucks in a harsh gasp and squirms when he moves a little too far down. “Right here, right here,” she says quickly, grabbing his hand and positioning his fingers over the right hole.
Harry nods obediently, the tips pushing in just slightly before he hesitates. “You good? You still want to do this?”
She nods, sneaking her hands under his arms and laying her palms flat on his shoulders. She takes a deep breath and braces herself. “I’m sure.”
She arches her back a bit when Harry pushes his fingers in. They slide in smoothly, thanks to her orgasm. She wonders if she’ll feel anything from them, because she doesn’t when she fingers herself.
When Harry experimentally thrusts his fingers into her until it’s smooth and wet, she speaks up. “If you curl your fingers up, you’ll hit the g-spot. Though I’m pretty sure it’s just a myth and it’s actually just–” She’s cut off by her own gasp when Harry curls his fingers just right and she feels something. “Oh, my God.” She gasps again, and her back arches in pleasure rather than discomfort.
She lets out a deep moan, rolling her hips to meet his fingers. “Fuck, Harry.” She wraps her arms around his neck and tucks her head underneath his jaw. “That feels really good.”
“Does it?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Do I just keep curling and uncurling my fingers?”
“You can try thrusting them again, and maybe curl at the end?”
Harry does as instructed, even though she sounds just as clueless as he feels.
She hugs him closer and twists her neck, her lips grazing his jaw as she quietly asks, “Can you, can you speed up a little bit?”
Harry hums, quickening his thrusts. She lets out a long, quiet moan right into his ear. “Scissor them,” she whispers. “Gotta stretch me out for another finger.”
“How many are we gonna go up to?”
She hums thoughtfully. “Three?”
Harry nods, determined. Honestly, this is taking a lot longer than he thought it would. Not that he’s complaining, because he’s really enjoying every second of it–it’s just not what he expected, is all.
It’s when he fits three fingers into her that she shifts uncomfortably. “Um, do we have that lube? It’s getting a little dry.”
“Yeah! Yeah, I’ll get it.” She yelps a bit when he yanks his fingers out in his haste to get her comfortable again. “Sorry! Sorry.” He pets her cunt, and it makes her laugh.
They’re both giggling as Harry rummages through the plastic bag on the ground. He grabs a couple condoms and the lube bottle before he sits back up on the bed.
“Okay,” he says as he squirts some lube–maybe too much–onto the palm of his hand, “do you want me to warm it up a bit?”
“No,” she shakes her head, “it’s okay. But, uh, it’s supposed to go on your fingers, not your palm.”
His mouth opens. “Right.” He wipes his hands on the towel underneath her body.
“You don’t need a lot of lube either.”
“Okay.” He squirts a tiny bit onto his three fingers. “This good?”
“Mm, a little bit more.”
“Good?”
She nods, flashing him a smile. She giggles a little bit. “Yes, that’s good.”
Harry grins back at her, hovering over her body and finding her hole again a little easier. The initial thrust is smooth thanks to the extra lubrication. She sighs with relief at the cold wetness.
“Could you rub my clit a little bit?”
Harry hums, sitting back on his heels and looking down at his hands. His other hand gingerly hovers over her core, his fingers delicately touching her clit. He rubs in slow circles.
“Remember to keep thrusting.”
“Oh, right.” The fingers on her clit slow down a bit as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. Then he quickens his circles on her clit. “I’m not very good at multitasking.”
She barks out a laugh. “You’ll get better at it.”
The discomfort from the stretch of his fingers turned her off a bit, so she wanted to get her body ready again for his cock. But now, as he works both her clit and her supposed g-spot, she can feel another orgasm quickly approaching.
She pushes herself up by her elbows, her hips rolling over and under his hands. “Wait, Harry–” A small gasp escapes her, and she hangs her head back, her hips moving even more.
She lets out a whine when Harry stops. “What?”
“Nevermind, keep going, keep going!” She feels too good to make him stop. Tears brim her eyes, her face scrunching up with pleasure as he quickly resumes his hands. Her mouth falls open, moaning loudly as her second organs quickly washes over her, taking them both by surprise.
Harry’s tone holds surprise, along with a bit of curiosity. “Wow, you’re–you’re clenching around my fingers.”
“Oh, God.” She falls back onto the bed, meaning quietly as Harry continues his movements. She rides out the rest of her orgasm, then she pushes his hands away when it starts to hurt.
Harry watches her as she calms down. This orgasm seemed more intense than the last despite happening much quicker than he anticipated. She looks even more spent. “Are you sure you still want to continue?”
She nods weakly as she heaves for breaths. “Just…give me a minute.”
Harry cheekily grins down at her, crawling over her and hovering over her body. “I’ll give you a couple minutes.”
She’s too tired to even respond. Harry rests some of his weight on her, leaning down and peppering kisses anywhere his lips can reach.
“Okay, I’m ready.” She nods with determination a few minutes later. She tries to ignore the ball of anxiety growing in her stomach.
She hopes it doesn’t hurt too much. And, she doesn’t think she’ll ever be as vulnerable as she is right now, as Harry attempts to get the condom on by himself.
She swallows thickly as she stares at his cock, his clumsy fingers fumbling with the condom. She would offer her help, but she knows it wouldn’t be very useful. Plus, she’s only growing more and more nervous the closer they get to actually having sex.
He has the condom on (after throwing away the first and rolling open a second one). He applies some lube over it, stroking his cock a few times. He lets out a whimper at his own touch, his hips rolling up to meet his hand.
Her eyes widen at that. That’s what he’s going to be doing to her in literally a couple minutes. His strong thighs flex as he lifts his hips. His thick cock disappears under his fingers, and the head peeks out every so often as he bucks into his hand.
His cock just seems…so large. And she’s not sure whether it’s because she’s a virgin and has never seen one before in real life, or if he’s actually just big.
She wasn’t worried about it when she was stroking his length, because she wasn’t thinking about it actually going inside of her.
But Harry’s stretched her out enough, right? He used three fingers, but maybe four wouldn’t hurt?
Panic fills her gut and she quickly reaches down and shoves three fingers into her. Oh, God, she’s already tightening up again. Is she wet enough? She can’t get too wet or else she won’t be able to feel anything, or at least that’s what she’s learning from Tik Tok–
“Hey.” A gentle tone interrupts her racing thoughts, and a gentle–albeit wet–hand lays over her thigh. Harry’s thumb rubs against her skin in a way he hopes is comforting.
She looks up to meet Harry’s soft gaze.
“Are you okay?”
“Just nervous.” She lets out a small laugh, and then shocks herself when tears spring to her eyes. “Sorry–”
“Hey, don’t be sorry.” He leans over her and makes sure to wipe his hand on the towel beneath her before he cups her cheek. His thumb repeats the comforting motions. “You can back out literally mid-thrust, I don’t care.”
She lets out a more genuine laugh, and he giggles quietly with her.
“Do you want to back out now?”
She looks deep into his eyes and shakes her head. “Just–can you make sure I’m stretched out enough? I feel like I’m tight again.”
“Of course, baby.”
When he inserts his fingers back into her, she realizes she’s overreacting, because it feels the exact same.
“You’re just as loose as before. I think if you get nervous, you’re gonna tighten up. And you’re still plenty wet, unless you want me to add more lube?”
She shakes her head again. “No, I’m good. Just…Are you ready?”
He nods, then he situates himself on top of her, his elbows laying on either side of her head to hold himself up. “Uh, spread your legs for me?”
She does so, and then she completely panics when Harry rests more of his weight on her, and she can feel his length pressed up against her core.
“Hey, hey, hey. You all right?”
Her voice is high-pitched, her tone careful. “Uh huh.”
“Seriously, if you want to stop–”
“I don’t, I don’t. Please.” She grasp his shoulders. “I’m gonna be nervous. Let’s just–” Well, let’s not just get this over with. That’s not very nice to say. And it’s not at all how she feels.
Harry carefully watches her, then he dips down and kisses her deeply. As she gets lost in their kiss, he rolls his hips forward, his cock pushing between her lips.
She gasps, pulling away and squirming underneath him. Panic is clear in her voice. “What–What are you doing?!”
Harry kisses her. “Just gonna…grind against you a bit. I’m not going inside yet.”
She unintentionally lets out a sigh of relief. “Okay, okay.” That sounds nice, actually.
And it feels really nice. The head of his cock nudges her clit with every gentle grind of his hips. She moans against his mouth, bending her knees and dragging her foot up his calf. “Fuck, Harry.”
“Does that feel good?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Harry grinds harder against her, and she lets out an even louder moan. All thoughts of panic or terror are completely wiped from her mind. Pleasure consumes her, and the fire in her belly reignites.
His cock feels so good against her. She wonders if it’ll feel just as good–if not better–inside of her. She really wants to find out.
“Harry,” she whimpers against his lips. “I’m ready, please.” She opens her mouth and kisses him deeply, pushing her tongue past his lips.
Harry hums into the kiss, stroking her tongue with his. “Do you feel better? You’re not as nervous?”
She shakes her head. “No, I’m not nervous anymore.” Then it hits her.
They’ve been doing this for nearly an hour already. And in that time, Harry’s come once while she’s gotten off twice. Even then, he came right at the beginning, so the rest of the time has been spent taking care of her.
His cock grew hard relatively quickly after he came, and he’s been hard ever since. That has to be painful, but she never thought about it because Harry never once complained.
He’s been quiet about his discomfort because he doesn’t want to pressure her into moving too quickly. He wants to go at her pace, despite his cock begging for the opposite.
It’s getting increasingly hard for him to muffle his sounds though as he rubs his cock through her folds. He whimpers and whines into her mouth and she’s been swallowing his pretty noises up without even thinking about what they mean.
He’s hurting, and he pushing it aside for her comfort. He’s delaying his relief for as long as it takes to get her to calm down again (and it took quite a while).
God, he really cares about her. And she really cares about him. She loves that he’s so thoughtful, that he’s been so especially thoughtful tonight. It’s one of the things she likes most about him.
His warm hands on her waist help anchor her back to the moment. His fingers softly grasp her skin, his fingers dancing along and leaving goosebumps in their paths. Every single one of his touches has felt so good tonight.
“Sorry,” she laughs. “It’s just–You’re being so sweet, and I can’t imagine this going better with anyone else.”
When Harry grins at her, the skin around his eyes crinkle, and she finds that his eyes are glassy as well, reflecting all of her comfort and gratitude back at her. “Me neither. This is–I’m just really glad it’s you.”
She nods. “Me, too.” Then she leans up and kisses him hot and hard, moaning into his mouth. “C’mon, let’s do it.”
He giggles against her lips. “‘Kay.” Carefully, he reaches down and grasps his length. “This is the right hole, right?“
She laughs out loud, throwing her head back and wrapping her arms around his neck. “Yes, it is.”
Harry lets out a sheepish laugh. “Sorry if I bust before you even cum.”
“It’s okay.” A gentle smile stretches her lips. “You can just eat me out again. You were pretty good at that.”
Harry opens his mouth to respond, but he finds no words to say. His face flushes, hard, and a strangled squawk leaves his lips. He dips his head sheepishly into her neck, whining against her skin when she snickers then threads her fingers through his hair at the back of his head. He’s suddenly a little nervous as he starts to push his hips forward.
They both gasp as the tip of his cock dips inside her.
“You okay?”
She nods. “You okay?”
Harry nods. Then he pushes in even more. Her tight walls squeeze around him, pulling a rough moan from his throat.
“Is it–“ His voice is strained as he tries to contain himself. He feels an immense desire to ram his hips forward, to sink into her all the way. “Is it wet enough?”
She nods, her eyes squeezed shut. “Honestly, just do it it all. Like a bandaid.” She hopes he gets the message; her brain is a little foggy at the moment.
“Are–Are you sure?” Once again, he’s reminded of how similarly they think, how their minds almost seem to be aligned. He really swears she can read his mind.
“Yes, please, do it.”
Harry takes one deep breath, then in one smooth motion, he completely slides into her.
They both let out a shout of a moan. And…holy shit.
“Holy shit,” she breathes out, resting her forehead on Harry’s shoulder.
“Holy shit,” Harry gasps. A wrinkle of pleasure crawls up his spine, and he moans loudly into her neck when he presses his hips against hers as closely as possible.
And…fuck, sex feels really good.
She doesn’t feel any pain. Sure, there’s some discomfort from the stretch of his girth, but…underneath that, there’s a thick layer of pleasure that’s currently coursing through her veins.
Despite the main event of the night happening between her legs, she feels that spark of ecstasy in her breasts, tingling her nipples. She feels it on the sides of her neck, just underneath her ears. A dizzying wave of heat envelopes her, and she can barely register her mouth moving. “Go, please.”
“Fuck.” Harry reels his hips back and experimentally thrusts forward. “Oh, my God.” He doesn’t know why all his friends complain about using condoms, that they don’t feel a thing. Harry feels everything. Her walls are so snug around him, and when he pulls out, he can feel his cock literally being sucked right back in.
“Harry, go, please,” she begs. “It doesn’t hurt.”
Every snap of his hips brings a new sensation of pleasure neither her nor Harry have ever experienced before. Their skin, glistening with sweat, slaps against each other, and the sound shouldn’t be so hot, but it is, and it’s making her even more wet and it’s spurring Harry on to drive into her even harder.
He groans when her fingers lock onto his hair and pull. She tugs even harder, signaling she wants to look at him. When he brings his head back, she slams her lips onto his, mewling and whining into his mouth. The kiss distracts Harry a bit, her tongue caressing the inside of his mouth draws his attention more to her mouth than his hips.
She giggles into the kiss. “You’re right. You suck at multitasking.”
He giggles with her, then whines, tucking his head back into her neck. “Stop,” he whines, dragging the word out. “M’sorry, you just feel–oh–so fucking good.”
“So do you,” she whispers. She cradles the back of his head, her eyes fluttering shut with pleasure. “You feel so good, Harry.”
The clear bliss in her honest tone makes Harry slow down. She sounds like she’s in another world, somewhere far away. And he wants to go there with her. He wants to feel the rapture that’s consuming her. He wants his toes curling and his body trembling.
So, he slows down, and tries not to get too lost in the pleasure. He wants to stay in the moment, reveling in every single second he’s inside her. He never wants to forget this feeling of euphoria.
For just a moment, he forgets about her. He realizes then how men can be so selfish during sex. When it feels this amazing, it can be easy to forget that you’re literally partaking in this act with another person. A drop of guilt dampens his pleasure. He can’t forget about her, not when she’s the reason he’s feeling this good. Not when she’s the only reason he wants to do this.
“Baby…” He lifts his head and smushes his face against her cheek, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her skin over and over again. His brain is so hazy that he finds himself struggling to think of much else besides the pleasure coursing through his cock. He moves down to her neck, and really begins to suck her skin into his mouth. He nibbles on a particular spot, then lays his tongue over it in hopes of soothing the pain.
“Oh, my god, Harry.” She arches her back into him and sucks in a sharp breath. “Fuck…” Then she grabs his hand, and guides it to her breast. “Please.” Her fingers squeeze around his, making him pinch her nipple. Harry quickly catches on, and he twists and pulls on her hardened bud before deeply massaging her breast.
His lips travel to the center of her neck, his tongue licks up her chin, and his mouth meets hers in a steamy kiss. His other hand slides under her neck, then moves to the back of her head where he fists her hair and turns her head. She whines at the slight pull on her hair, realizing how good it felt. She wants him to pull harder.
He was guiding her face away from him to kiss on her other cheek, so when she tries to reconnect their lips, he tightens his grip on her hair and pulls harder, forcing her to peer over his shoulder as his lips travel across her cheek.
She cries out, “Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes!” She gasps for breath as she lifts her hips up to meet his thrusts. Her hands smooth up and down his back, and when he thrusts into her again, it feels different, and it feels really fucking good. She grabs at him, trying to anchor herself as he continues to deliver her all the pleasure. Her nails dig into his skin, but neither of them notice.
Harry suddenly announces, “Oh, my God, I’m gonna come!”
“Please, Harry–I need–My clit–”
Harry’s hand fumbles between their bodies as it travels down to her pussy. His fingers messily rub against her, and she doesn’t really think he’s too concerned with finding the exact location of her clit, because the four fingers he’s using aren’t necessarily focusing right on the bud, more so just the area he thinks it’s at. But, he is hitting the right spot, and her clit is so swollen and stimulated that it doesn’t take much to send mind-boggling sparks of pleasure up her spine.
Harry orgasms first, and the moans he’s letting out directly into her ear is what finally sends her over the edge.
He collapses on top of her, and she welcomes the weight with open arms, even if they’re both sticky with sweat and cum. Her ears are ringing a bit, and she thinks if she were to stand up right now, she’d see stars and pass out. Is that when you know you’ve had good sex?
Her muscles tremble, and she can feel Harry’s own body quivering above her. Yeah, that was great sex.
Her tone is slightly incredulous and very blunt. “Oh, my fucking God.”
Harry wheezes out a laugh into her neck. “Jesus Christ.”
“I kinda feel like crying.”
Harry pulls away from her neck, his own eyes glistening and a sappy smile on his face. “Me, too!”
They both giggle, then Harry moves to pull out. Then they both groan.
“I’m just gonna–“ he dives right back into her, laying on her and kissing her neck sweetly “–lay here for a bit more. I know I’m supposed to get the towel and clean you up and whatnot, but I can’t feel my legs right now.”
She giggles, running her fingers through his hair and gently combing through the tangles. He purrs into her skin. “And whatnot? What, you finally fuck me and you suddenly drop the romance?”
“Never,” he mumbles into her jaw, kissing her skin over and over. “Never, never, never, I–“ I like you too much. “…I like you too much.” They’ve literally just had sex with each other for the first time ever; Harry doesn’t think she’s going to get scared away by him expressing his likeness for her.
A giddy smile stretches her lips. She turns her head and kisses him over and over. “I like you, too. A lot.” Like, a lot a lot. “Like, a lot a lot.”There’s no point in holding back now; they just gave themselves to each other in one of the most intimate and vulnerable ways she can think of.
“I can’t wait to do that again.”
She barks out a laugh. “You’re literally still shaking!”
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Downhill (Harry AU Fanfiction) - Chapter Four: Breakout (on Wattpad) *Ellie's POV*
We pulled up to the curb in front of the police station.
"I'll call you when I need a lift back to the flat," I said, getting out of the car."Just go," Jason said. He's so moody."Bye!" I say singsongingly as I shut my door and jogged toward the entrance.
I heard the sound of burning rubber behind me, show off.
I flung open the front door and saw an officer sitting at the front desk. "Hi, is there a man by the name of Harry here?""Yeah... Just got here 'bout 30 minutes ago. Are you a sibling or what?" What was I exactly?
"A close friend." I lied. This wasn't the first time I'd fibbed to a police officer, and it wouldn't be the last.
"Come with me." He led me down a hallway to a room with a sign above the door that read, "Holding Cell." That sounds pleasant.
He unlocked the door, and I scanned the room for Harry. Ugh. It smells so gross in here, like a mixture of rotten milk and BO.
I spotted him curled up on a bench towards the corner of the room. His beauty shone like a lighthouse across this disgusting shithole of a room.
I glanced down at his giant hands. All I could do was think about the feeling of his hands on my body and how I wanted them to touch me again.
The officer opened the door and told me I had five minutes, so I quickly scurried across the room, being careful not to touch anything... or anyone for that matter.
I sat next to him on the bench and stared at him for a couple of seconds. He was so ruggedly handsome and so so so tall.
I wanted to climb his chiseled body like a wild monkey climbing a tree in the Amazon rainforest.
I tapped his shoulder, "Harry..." He didn't move. My stomach flipped at the thought of him being dead. I shook him, "Harrrryyyy. Come on now."His eyes blinked open, and he jumped backward, almost falling off the bench. "What the- wait, why are you here? You shouldn't have followed me here."
"Harry... listen. I need to fess up for stealing that dress... I can't keep letting you take the blame."He looked at me coldly, "I don't even know what your name is or your story or anything." He was clearly flustered and still had that deep, groggy morning voice.
God, he was attractive.
"I'm Ellie, and that's all you need to know. Now, c'mon, let's get you out of here." He took my hand, which kinda surprised me.
"Well, Ellie. I think you might be a little bit of an idiot because getting caught stealing a dress is a crime, and somebody's gotta do the time."
"I woulda bloody gotten away with it if you didn't start chasing after me!" I shouted with fury.
This apparently stirred up some commotion because all the prisoners looked over at us."All this is over some stupid dress; you should really learn some manners, young lady," he said as I gave him the stink eye.
I wanted to be mad at him but every time he looks at me with those eyes I get butterflies, and I have the sudden urge to smile.
"Ohh, right, because you are just Mr. Perfect... it's not like you have a squeaky clean track record either."
He looked up at me with guilty eyes, "What the hell are you talking about? You don't even know me."
I heard the door creak open, and the guard stepped in. "Ok, you two. Your five minutes is up."I started to stand up and walk to the door, but then Harry grabbed my wrist.
"Wait, don't leave me. Not yet."
AN: Do you like Ellie as a person? How about Harry? More to come soon, so be sure and follow me for more updates.
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Groupie Love - Chapter 1
Warnings- none as of this chapter
description- reader and harry meet at his concert and things get interesting.
A/N- i know ‘shes a good girl’ isnt in kiwi
I love music. It's always my escape and I feel as if music has real emotions, and should be appreciated. Though the artist should be appreciated much,much more.
Harry styles. A rockstar, a heartthrob, a legend. He's one of my favorites and his music is amazing and it doesn't help that I have a massive crush on this man. But like everyone else that loves this man, I know it'll never happen.
I was minding my business sitting in the small flat me and my bestfriend Nico share, listening to music. She came rushing in screaming about how she's the bestest best friend ever as i sat there confused. She comes up to me and whispers ‘i got you harry tickets’ and then squeals while i'm still in shock with my pupils blown. It wasn't until she said ‘AREN'T YOU GONNA SAY SOMETHING’ that i realized i haven't even moved. I hug her and give her many thanks and then i look at the tickets and realize the show is in a week.
Time skip a week -
Today was the day, i'm gonna see harry fucking styles in concert. In the flesh. I got ready and I wanted to make a good impression even though he'd never notice me considering there are a billion people there. We drive to the city while listening to the amazing voice of Harry to get pumped. We saw a big cluster of people and the shoulder of a man in a light pink sheer top and I knew it was Harry and I squealed. We parked and got in line, as we walked in I was shaking already since i'm in the same building as him. I had realized that i don't even know what row we’re in when i then saw nico .. walking to the very front of the stage only a couple feet away where he'd be standing. I was shaking and terrified but in the best way possible. 10 minutes later the lights dim and that's when all the screaming starts . moments later i see him walk out and im in complete shock. He was so much more gorgeous in real life. I felt the biggest butterflies in my stomach when we made eye contact for a split second. He introduced himself occasionally looking down at me and I thought I was gonna pass out.
He started playing 'meet me in the hallway’ and I was so captivated by him and his voice. I felt warm liquid on my cheeks and I realized that I've been crying this whole time. He started to play kiwi and i started dancing with nico while screaming the song at the top of my lungs and i felt like someone was looking at me so i turned and all the girls around me were staring, some mad and some in shock but i couldn't figure out why until i looked up at the man we were all there for and he was staring right at me smiling while singing “she's a good girl.” I thought I was gonna have a heart attack on the spot. He kept strumming while looking at me and I felt my cheeks burn when he whispered hi with a smile.
He continued for a while until he sang his last song and said his goodbyes to the crowd. Nico had met someone from his crewso she went along with them so i just decided to call a taxi. I couldn't find my way out so i went through a smaller dim hallway , i got to the exit doors and i opened them and then i found myself bumping into a really tall guy and dropping all my things. I squatted down to gather my things without looking at who it was. I was met with some dress pnat covered knees squatting down to help. i heard him say “i'm so sorry really, i didn't even bother to see where i was going i'm sorry.’ I sat in shock, afraid to look up. I could recognize that thick accent and raspiness anywhere. I slowly rose up and forced myself to look at him . I felt so light headed and he had looked at me with a big smug smile and said “you're that girl, the one dancing.” i smiled shyly and said yea awkwardly realizing how stupid i probably looked. I couldn't bring myself to keep looking at him until he said “y’know it's rude to not maintain eye contact,am i too intimidating for you” he said with a smug look. “No, I'm just bad at interactions with celebrities while in a creepy hallway.” he laughed. It sounded like a melody. He then took a couple steps forward which made my breath hitch before saying, “where's your friend.” I told him it was one of his guys and we kept conversation about them for a bit before he said “do you need help getting home?” . “yeah i was gonna get a taxi but i don't even know how to get one.” he asked me for my phone and told me he knew a great one. Harry Styles is holding my phone. It was an x and it looked so tiny in his ring clad hand. He gave it back and said “there, i got you one and i also put my number in there in case you ever wanna be intimidated again.” I laughed dryly and my brain was in scrambles. We said our goodbyes and i got in the car, i let out a tense breath that i hadn't even realized i was holding.
I immediately went to text nico and she proceeded to freak out and tell me about her night. I decided to test the waters and text Harry, i decided to go with a casual “hey stranger” . Almost immediately I got a text back from him.
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Harry Styles Roleplay Partner Wanted
ROLEPLAY PARTNER WANTED:
- Willing to play as Harry if you are descriptive and can write extremely detailed replies :) (or if you want to play as Harry, even better!)
- I usually write 3/4 or a full Telegram page!
- Girl x Boy only
- I write in first person and would prefer if you did the same!
- Be okay with smut!
- Looking for someone who is often active. I understand that life gets busy, but if you could reply once or twice a day at least that’d be great!
- If you message me, please don’t have your profile pic as yourself! I just find it to be too personal.
- Must be 18+
I’ve been roleplaying for about six or so years now and quarantine has only amplified this hobby of mine! But it’s hard to find anyone good anymore if you know what I mean :( So hopefully Tumblr can help me out with that!
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Trouble After Paradise (Part 2)
Warnings: slightly sexual content, explicit language, again angst
Summary: if you haven't already, read part 1 here !
A/N: For context, below is the visual image you will need to keep in mind for this part. Trust me. It will help.
This part is also a lot shorter. The good stuff to come is in Part 3. I should have the last part up by Saturday. It’s super hard trying to write and upload during the week because I work 8 hour days!
You had spent the first ten minutes that morning after Harry left for his run, doing some laundry. It helped to keep you occupied instead of going insane as you nervously anticipate his return. You aren't sure exactly how long he's planning on keeping up the silent treatment act for but you honestly don't think you can take it a second longer.
You then made about ten pancakes, shaped in hearts, all dished onto a cute pink heart plate you purchased about a year ago when you and Harry were making purchases for your new house. It was one of those plates that only get used for special occasions and to be honest, you were using whatever you could at this point to say sorry.
You then squeezed some fresh orange juice into a glass jug and set the table for the two of you. Some coffee also prepared to be made for his return. You cut up a few strawberries and threw them into a bowl with blueberries. Making sure the few final bits and pieces were also at arms length, you placed some whipped cream and maple syrup in the centre of the table, between yours and your husbands plates.
Looking at the scene you created, you were chuffed. You don't expect a breakfast made for his return will solve all of your problems, but, perhaps it might encourage him to finally speak to you about it.
After almost an hour, Harry finally returned from his run. You knew this because you could hear the door close as you were finishing up cleaning the kitchen. Your heart sunk to your stomach.
You stand there in the middle of your house, looking awkward and not really knowing what to do with yourself, or where to look as he walks towards the kitchen. He takes off his sun glasses then takes out his AirPods, not paying too much attention to his surroundings at first as he's focusing on steadying his breathing after running for so long.
"I made us breakfast. The same way I did it on Valentines Day, you remember?" You nervously ramble to catch his attention. Pointing over to the small dining table and although Harry is wearing that harsh frown on his face as he looks and listens to you, you notice the way he seems less tense that earlier.
"Is all of that supposed to fix what you did last night?" He bluntly asks, almost straight away.
"Obviously not, Harry." You sigh and you want to roll your eyes at his attitude so badly but you restrain yourself. You walk closer to him and thankfully he doesn't back away. You can see the sweat covering the entirety of his skin. It glistens in every angle of light in your sight. His muscles larger due to excessive use of them recently.
You've barely even realised how much his facial hair has actually grown since you saw him last week. You never cared much for it in the past but this grown out moustache is quite the distracting feature for the current moment.
You're stood in front of him now, only a step away from a hug but you dare not even try to touch him. He's staring you down. You can tell from the look in his eyes that he's genuinely disappointed and it crushes your soul to know you caused that sad look.
"I thought we could talk it through over a nice breakfast." You almost whisper. "Can we sit down, please?" You then add, eyes directed towards the table.
Without verbally replying to you, Harry just walks past you and heads upstairs towards your room.
You've had enough now. You're done waiting and you're done sucking up to him. He won't even listen to you and he's wasting the time you two have by dragging this on.
You wait a few moments, covering up the food so it doesn't get cold because you know it will get eaten at some point today.
"Right! That's it! Harry Styles, I've given you your space and I've let you go mute on me, but I am not tolerating this anymore. I need you to listen to me!" You begin ranting loudly as you storm your way up the stairs.
You enter your room to find Harry still sweaty but undressing himself as he's obviously about to get into the shower. He only managed to get his hat, shoes, and shirt off before you barged in.
He's stood in the ensuite with that angry pout on again, looking as angry as ever with you. He almost opens his mouth to retaliate but you cut him off before you give him the chance.
"No listen, Harry. I fucked up massively! I know that and I have no excuse for being an idiot to forget to pick you up and to forget about our dinner.” At this point Harry is arching a brow in amusement at your boldness. He’s still visibly livid but he’s listening.
“I was so caught up in wanting to spend more time with you this week. The only way I could make that happen was to race through three days worth of work yesterday just so I could have Monday and Tuesday with you because I miss you so fucking much." You say all in one breath. You're too heated to cry at the moment but you know as soon as this explanation is over you will probably tipple over the edge.
"I should've called you and should’ve stayed in touch to keep you in the loop but my mind has been on high-stress over-drive since we got back from our honey-moon. Work has not given me a second to breathe and unfortunately I’ve let it affect us which makes me so angry with myself but you have to know I would never do this on purpose. Please." And that was it, you said all that you needed too. It was a weight lifted and you literally had to gasp for air at one point but you did it.
"I'm so fucking angry with you." Harry deadpans but his actions next completely throw you off. “I’m angry but I can’t stand not being around you anymore. Fuck this.”
He storms toward you and grabs your face between his hands with a mild force as he brings his lips down harshly onto yours in a rushed, salty kiss. It's sloppy and full of anger but you melt into him with a small whine escaping from the back of your throat as your hands snake up his broad, sweaty shoulders and yank him closer in the kiss but tugging your fingers through the ends of his damp hair.
“Will you forgive me though? We only have until Wednesday morning to be together properly and I don’t want us to be like this the whole time. I’m really sorry. Please, Harry, my perfect husband, let me make it up to you?” You coax him and use that flirty tone in your voice that you knows has him in the palm of your hand.
Your soft hands are running up and down his large biceps and shoulders. Your eyes all doe like as you pout at him. He’s finding it so hard to resist. He holds you in his arms, still. He’s thinking of what to do next.
“I know a few ways how you could make it up to me.” He smirks ever so slightly. His eyes darting to your lips as you lick them knowingly.
His eyes darken and the energy has shifted in those few moments. He’s obviously forgiven you but he’ll never say it. Instead he wants to make up the way you both like to best. Sex.
“And what do you have in mind, moustache man?” You tease. Harry raises his brows in surprise before he leans forward and starts leaving small bites into the crook of your neck. You wince at the mixed sensation of pain, pleasure and the tickling from his moustache as he attacks your neck.
“You’re really asking for it, aren’t you?” He retaliates. Yanking you towards him harshly so he can pick you up and you wrap your legs around his waist.
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KARMA masterlist
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KARMA - part 1
In which y/n tends to make a lot of spontaneous decisions when she’s drunk, and Harry’s a tattoo artist who hates kids.
KARMA - part 2
In which y/n and Harry start to see each other a lot more, and he needs to learn how to be nicer to her. ONLY ON PATREON!
KARMA - part 3
In which Harry doesn’t really get why he’s jealous. Also — how do you ask someone to be your girlfriend? ONLY ON PATREON!
karma tag!
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His hands are gripping my inner thighs, opening my core to him and I have never felt more exposed in my life. I can feel my face burning and the sudden need to cover it consumes me.
"I can't believe how perfect you are," He says as he comes to leave soft kisses on my face and a peck on my lips, noticing how shy I had gotten.
"Relax, baby. I'm going to make you feel good. I'm going to make you forget." He says as he brings himself back down to my core, leaving a trail of burning sensation where the pads of his fingers touched my body.
The way he just transformed from a dominant sex god to a comforting, loving persona has me dripping and I don't think I can take any more of not being able to feel him.
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Luz Garcia gathers her things and moves to NYC after High School, running away from death, boy trouble, and the walking reminder of the best and worst night of her life. Convinced nothing could make her leave the big city and go back to the town that only caused her pain and heartbreak, a High School reunion and an old friend reel her in. When the reunion turns bloody, the mystery of the murder becomes the focus of her Journalism work and the perfect excuse to spend her nights wrapped in Harry's arms. Harry's green eyes and mind-jumbling touch almost successful at distracting Lu and her suspicions about Harry and his many secrets. Lu's hunger for truth will push her into a pit she will never be able to escape, not even if she wanted to.
Explicit content warning: sexual, violence, language, and drug issue.
Wattpad link : https://my.w.tt/GymBjZz6b7
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bachelorry (~10.4k words)
This was inspired by finelinevogue’s love island series! Check it out!
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EPISODE 1 featuring introductions, the first rose ceremony, and a cheeky chat (~4.4k words)
EPISODE 2 featuring an overdone group date, a bitchy comment, and a heavy chat (~6k words)
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HARRY WAS ENJOYING THIS WAY TOO MUCH I LOVE HIM
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Downhill (Harry AU Fanfiction) - Chapter Three: Lockup (on Wattpad)
*Harry's POV*
The holding cell they have me locked in is cold as ice, and this scary bloke over in the corner won't stop looking at me. Even though I'm stuck in this awful place, my mind feels excited and new, swirling with the amber-colored thoughts of the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.
She had long, curly brown hair and sparkling dark brown eyes. Her face was round and kind and inviting. Yet, she seemed complex and troubled in a way I don't yet understand.
I want to get lost in her and never be found.
Jail isn't the last place I've ever imagined myself; however, I never thought I'd be here because of someone else's actions. I've gotten myself mixed up in some pretty bad shit.
Mum and Dad were always galavanting off on vacation to the Bahamas or wherever the fuck they ran off to. What was I supposed to do? Sit at home in that big mansion and wank all day?
Not while Jason and Leo were out there making bank on the streets, pushing every drug under the sun to all the burnouts from our secondary school. So, I did what any respectable badass would do; I asked Jason for an in and started working for him full-time.
Going to every club, pub, and festival around recruiting clientele and selling the good stuff. Was I proud of this path I was going down? Not particularly. Did it keep me entertained, pay for my booze, and constantly high?
Yup.
And now I've gone and thrown it all away for some girl. Over a fuckin' dress, as if I even care about shoplifting. Like I'm the voice of morality. I just wanted an excuse to put my hands on her and get close enough to breathe her scent.
Suddenly, the fluorescent lights seemed way too bright, and a splitting headache started pounding at my skull. Shit, my high is definitely wearing off. I wonder if any of these sorry blokes has any coke on them.
"Hey lad, sorry to bother you, but do you happen to have any co-?" the big scary man across the room just turned and stared at me with a blank expression.
"I'll take that as a no." So much for comradery among the inmates... I guess I'll try and sleep it off.
The last thing I remember before drifting into sleep was the annoyed look on that girl's face and how much I wanted her.
I wonder what her name is or if I'll ever see her again. I've really made a mess of things now.
AN: Just a quick little chapter to get an idea of how Harry feels during all of this. Is his personality the way you thought he was going to be? This is the first chapter I've written this year, so my writing style is probably a little different. The next chapter will be back to my revised 2013 writing, so buckle up lmao.
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happy birthday to most beautiful human ever 💜 the person that brings so much light into my life! too 27 years of harry styles 🦋💗
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#LateLateStyles with (Y/N)
Hey, so I made this one shot ages ago because of #LateLateStyles which I published on Wattpad. Decided to post it here as well. xx enjoy (If anyone's reading it nway)
PS: Please bear with me on my grammar bc english isn’t my first language
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You and Harry were known to be great friends when he started his music career and you on acting and there was always a rumor that you and him were dating because you were always seen with him.
Whether its late night in the club, a lunch at the finest dining restaurant or even each others date on a award show or premiere night. But you both don't confirm it and dont talk about it making it a bit awkward for both of you especially when paps straight up ask you about it.
You always had this thing for Harry and you were always inconsistent that he has feelings for you too, since you always see him with some model or rumored to be dating with other girls. (Kendall Jenner was out of the rumors since you knew she was with somebody else and they were just great friends since you and her were also friends)
You were aware that Harry was on the Late Late Night with James Corden all week as he told you when you were talking in the phone. (You didn't have time to catch up personally since he's been having shows for his debut album and you were busy on a new movie) and surprisingly, he and James Corden (Who was also a really good friend of yours back from Harry's hometown, Cheshire) invited you over the show as a guest. As usual, both of you and Harry's fans have been dying to see the premiere of the show since they released the teaser.
And now, you were in the studio. 5 minutes before the show starts and you were with your assistant who has been gushing and teasing you about Harry for almost an hour.
The first segment of the show is you and Harry in the monologue that was usually done with James.
"Okay (Y/N), Get ready for your queue with Harry." The organizer calls out on you and you give him a thumbs up and went behind the curtain where you meet the suit claded man who was already smirking at you.
"You look sexy-- ow!"
"Stop Harold. Be professional for once- but thank you," you stuck your tongue at him after slightly slapping him in the shoulder.
"All the way from Cheshire and Wolverhampton England.. Give it up for your hosts, Harry Styles and (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!" A loud applaud was heard and you put on my greatest smile and I saw him smile, a cheeky one.
The curtain opened and you walked with a little bit of dance with Harry making you giggle with him as he continues to dance.
The music stopped and the audience calmed a bit and Harry started his queue.
"Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen and Welcome to the Late Late Show! We have a good one for you tonight, I'm joined with my good ol' friend, the ever so beautiful, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!" He looked at me with a smile and you poked him in the cheek and laughed a little which made the audience cheered again.
"I know! We look good together but calm down." Harry jokes making the audience laugh a little and calmed a bit after.
"A little more! A little more!" He ushers the audience making you playfully glare at him your hands in your waist.
"What?" He mouths jokingly at me and you shake your head at him, waiting the audience to finish the cheer.
"Calm down people!" You joke and eventually the audience calmed down and you started your queue.
"Today we'll be doing what we usually do, we'll talk about the news!" you air quoted the usually part and laughed a bit.
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The monologue finished afterwards and you, Harry and James were getting ready for the next one, the talk.
The director made the queue pointing out 3 fingers one by one and James spoke afterwards.
"Welcome back to the Late Late Show, we're joined again with Mr. Harry Styles and the iconic Ms. (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!" you smile at the audience and waved a little.
James started to ask questions about Harry which you made a few comments now and then. After a while, it was your part of the questions.
"So (Y/N), I heard you accepted a new project, a movie to be exact." James tells you holding his cards.
"Yeah, It was last week when I heard of the project and the plot is amazing, I know everybody was going to love it. I can't say anything about it yet but yeah, we started shooting a couple days ago at New York." you gleefuly answered, it was nice being back at the big screen again as you can say so yourself
"Well you heard her folks, she's shooting at New York go and barge her there" James jokes making the audience laugh at him, "And I also heard you invited Mr. Styles over here to the set of the movie aswell,"
The screen showed some pics of me and Harry. Me on getting ready to act one of my first scene and him at the back of the set watching me holding my phone.
"And Mr. Styles here also posted on instagram a picture of you goofing around the set.." The screen shows a screenshot of Harry's post in Instagram of me candidly took when you were goofing around the directors camera.
"Hey! I told you to delete that picture" I cringe at him and he just raises his arms in defense laughing afterwards.
"Well as we're on the subject about you and Styles here." James pauses for a minute because the audience cheered especially the fangirls, "After 3 long years, you were always both seen with each other and even I myself is confused of what is your status together--" the audience cheered again
James was about to speak when one of the fangirls screamed "They're my parents, mate!!" Which you guys bursts into laughter.
Your cheeks blushed a little while Harold smirks after answering, "What's our status you say? I guess the whole world just gonna have to find out for themselves" He jokes and winks after.
"Yeah, we're never gonna tell you and you- yes you watching there, I'm not telling you one bit." you point at the camera which made the audience laugh. You and Harry did a high five after.
James changes the topic and goes on to Harry's Album
"So (Y/N), Styles mentioned on a Radio Show that you were one of the first people to hear Harry's Album with her mother Anne, stepfather Robin, and her sister Gemma-- Which one is your favorite?" He asks you teasingly knowing that he knew and obviously the whole world knows that Harry wrote a song about you and it was Only Angel.
"Oh cut the farts--" you start to defend yourself but Harry stiffles a giggle
"Farts? Really (Y/N)?" He teases you which you roll my eyes at him and he pretended to wince holding his heart dramatically.
"Well what's your favorite then?" James asks me again.
"Fine! Only Angel!" you give up and the audience laughed and cheered.
"So since that song is your favorite you say, I have these queue cards that has the lyrics on it-"
"Oh God." you say as you and Harry both blush and face palm.
"Broke a finger knocking on your bedroom door." He reads the lyrics out loud.
"I honestly don't know-" You reasoned but he cuts you off.
"You cant fool me (Y/N)," The audience laughs, "Harry, do the honors"
"Well, I think it's because we shared a house before my music and her acting career."
He nods, "Sure it's not something else?" He adds teasingly.
You just looked at each other and laughed.
"Couldn't take you home to Mother in a skirt that short but I think that's what I like about it." He reads again making you slap Harold in the arm playfully.
"Well.." Harry explains with a little smirk in the end making you glare at him, "I took her to Cheshire one time and it was summer so.. she kept insisting on wearing a skirt because it was summer and all and it was hot and yeah I joked at her that I couldn't take her home to my mum with that skirt because trust me, its really short." He tells and widened his eyes and shooked his head several times. Making James and the audience laugh at his reaction and making you blush slightly.
"I'm never gonna wear a skirt again without thinking of those lyrics" You say with a groan making the audience laugh.
"And lastly.. My favorite lyrics of Only Angel" He laughs after, knowing you and Harry knows whats the next lyrics.
"When it turns out she's a devil in between the sheets" He sings this part making you slap Harry again and again.
He just laughs at you and pleads for you to stop, "Why do you have to put that in your song?" you whine hiding the fact that you're blushing intensively.
"Well-- It is true!" He says which made James burst into laughter and also the audience at the innuendo.
"Explain then Harold" He says to him playfully throwing the cards away.
"Okay okay-- so when me and (Y/N) go to clubs, we were always very drunk to drive and go home so it was a routine that we go to one of the nearest hotels and sleep- WE HAVE DIFFERENT ROOMS EVERYONE-" He cuts himself and tells them that to stop the audience from assuming, which made the people laugh and you nod your head agreeing with a giggle, "And at the time (Y/N) was dating someone" he air quotes someone knowing it was the fling you had with Dave Franco (Yes, a little bit old for me) "And I was sobering myself up before going to sleep when I heard squeals and bangs on the other side of the wall and so I assume-"
"HE THOUGHT WRONG OKAY?" You defend yourself making you sip on some coffee that was on the table.
"Yeah and I made a joke about it the day after." He says making you glare at him.
"WE WERE NOT DOING WHAT YOU GUYS THINK WERE DOING. WE'RE JUST FOOLING AROUND-WE'RE DRUNK!" you say again defensively.
"Don't be defensive (Y/N)- youre making yourself obvious" Harry tells you loudly. But again, you roll your eyes at him.
"And obviously for the title, Only Angel it was quite obvious." James lastly tells both of you.
"(Y/F/N), my only one Victoria's Secret Angel" He blurts out with a cheeky smile. Referencing the time that you joined the Victoria's Secret fashion show last year.
You blush again and laugh trying to hide that red of a face of yours.
"Okay and that was Ms. (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Mr. Styles ladies and gentleman-" James continues on his outro for the episode while you and Harry smile at the audience.
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