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#one direction smut
strawnarrries · 6 months
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We Fight, We Make Up
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Summary: Harry gets turned on when you yell at him.
Requested: Nope
POV: 2nd
Word count: 3.4k
Warning(s): Unprotected sex, slight degradation, slight spanking
The argument happened before the night even started. You didn't even wanna go. You wanted to stay in the hotel with your husband. Alone. Without having to share him with anyone else. Recently, you have been missing him. Yes, you see him every day and fall asleep with him every night; but you felt like you had to share him with the entire world. When he wasn't on stage in front of his thousands of fans, he was either at the gym or working with his team, writing new songs, and talking about new plans.
Tonight was one of his rare nights off and of course, he and his team wanted to go out. He wanted you to go with him and you did, but you were grumpy from the moment he brought it up to the moment you're at with him now.
You were arguing while you got ready. Harry didn't understand where you were coming from. You were on tour with him. You were with him every day, went everywhere that he went, and got to sleep next to him every night. He thought you were being a bit needy and selfish. He didn't say that to you of course, but he definitely voiced that he thought you were being irrational.
Once you had met everyone in the hotel lobby, you both put on your brave faces, not wanting to draw any attention to your problems. You tried to forget about your current struggles and have fun while you could. Neither of you drank that much. You just were not in the mood and Harry had a show the next day. It was only occasional that he would drink while on tour, but never when he had a show the next day.
Once the night was over, the argument continued.
"Y/N, baby, I dunno what you want me to do. We're on tour, this is my work. I can't spend every second with you."
"Oh my god, Harry. You know I'm not asking you to spend every second with me. I just want some alone time with you. I told you I feel like I have to share you with everyone and never get any time just you and me."
"But we do get alone time. We got a whole room to ourselves. I give you a cuddle while we fall asleep every night. Why is that not enough?"
"It's not about being enough. It's about me feeling like you're not prioritizing me or wanting to spend any time with me."
"This is the first tour that you've been able to come with me for every show. This is what it's like. I don't get alone time. This is my job. I can't just drop it all to spend time with you."
You were starting to get angry, "You don't work every hour of the day! Tonight - I told you beforehand that I didn't wanna go and I wanted to stay here with you but you wanted to go out instead."
"Well, yeah because I've got a night off and wanted to have fun with everyone."
"Exactly! Everyone. You didn't wanna spend time with me. You spend time with them every fucking day and the one day you have off you choose to be with them."
"Y/N, you-" he started before you cut him off, your voice raising in frustration, "Harry, you're my fucking husband! I shouldn't have to beg you to spend time with just me!"
All of a sudden, a cheeky, slightly evil smirk arose on his lips and his eyes scanned your body up and down. It was very rare that you got angry when you argue with him, you usually just get really sad. Your disagreements are usually quiet and filled with tears. It was your least favorite thing to do. You hated having serious conversations with Harry and couldn't help but cry when they happened. Harry was a sympathetic cryer so when you cried, he cried. In the 10 years that you and Harry have been together, you only yelled at him in an argument probably 4 times. So, he found this moment quite amusing.
"Why the fuck are you laughing?"
"I'm not," he chuckled looking up at your angry eyes.
He kept that smirk on his lips as he stared at you deeply, your blood beginning to boil as a breathy giggle left his lips.
"Oh my god, I'm so sick of this," you snapped, turning around and getting ready to storm into the bathroom.
"Y/N, stop."
He was quick to grab your arm, pulling him into you and wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you from running from him. Placing both hands on his hips, you glared up at him, "What?"
He didn't reply, his eyes bore into yours while he was pushing your hips against his, jutting his out to show you exactly what he was feeling. You could feel his tight bulge straining in his slacks against your pelvis and you could not believe what was happening.
"You're hard?" you replied as your lips mindlessly curved up in amusement, "Why?"
"Dunno, you rarely yell at me when we argue. It's kinda sexy," he replied, his voice slow and deep.
"What?" You were the one laughing now, "You're not supposed to get turned on. You're supposed to get pissed at me."
"I am pissed at you. But you're fuckin' cute when you get angry." He looked you up and down once more before adding, "Might be this outfit too."
"Oh my gosh, I wanna be mad at you so bad because of this but I'm really amused."
"Are we about to have angry sex?"
You didn't even answer him. You immediately pulled him down by the back of his neck and attacked his lips with yours. He kissed you back, moving in sync with you. His tongue caressed your lips, tasting you as you backed him up against the edge of the bed. The backs of his knees hit the mattress and he immediately sat down, pulling you with him. Pulling your dress up past your hips so you could spread your legs, you straddled his lap. His hands immediately went to your ass, cupping and squeezing it.
You continued to kiss him, making out like you were teenagers. Your kisses were fast and sloppy, your panties dampening as you ground your hips against his center. You ran your fingers through his dark hair, tugging at the soft strands gently. You felt your clit throbbing in anticipation and you knew you couldn't wait too long before he filled you up.
Your hands frantically slid down his body, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. You had been so upset with him, you had overlooked how good he looked tonight. He wore a white button-up, only having the bottom two buttons tied together to show off his tanned, tattooed chest. He paired it with a pair of black slack pants and white loafers that he had slipped off the moment you got back to your room. He had his famous cross and phallic banana necklaces on and had rings lined on almost every one of his fingers.
You slid his top off of his shoulders and tossed it carelessly onto the floor. His glistening skin and dark tattoos were now on full display for you. You ran your fingernails across his body, feeling every inch of his torso that you could reach. You continued to grind your center against his, circling your hips so his bulge rubbed perfectly against your clothed clit.
"I want you so bad," he breathed out and you hummed against his lips in agreement.
His fingertips grabbed onto the hem of your silky dress and pulled it up over your head, tossing it with his shirt. Your lips only parted to pull the dress off, immediately attaching again once you were exposed to him. His hands reached behind your back and unclasped your strapless bra with ease, letting it fall onto your lap. After grabbing it and tossing it, his hands cupped both breasts and kneaded them harshly.
His kisses trailed down your jaw to your neck, kissing, nipping, and sucking at all your sweet spots. You let your head fall to the side to give him more access and hummed in satisfaction. His lips trailed even further down until they latched onto your right breast. He sucked at your nipple, hand still kneading your left one. Flicking his tongue back and forth against your bud, your back arched into him. Nibbling on it, you whimpered and he pulled away, giving your other breast the same amount of attention.
Returning back to your lips, he tugged on the band of your panties, acknowledging that he wanted them off. You stood up in between his legs and pulled your panties down your legs, letting them pool at your feet. While you did that, he unbuttoned the button on his pants, lifted his hips, pushed them down his thighs, and pulled them off his legs.
Both of you were now completely naked and exposed to each other. You straddled his lap again and he reached down between your bodies, sliding his fingers between your folds to feel your wetness. He groaned softly as his middle finger and ring finger slipped past your opening with ease. You mimicked his moan when his fingers began to move in and out of you, the coldness of his peace ring and his pearl ring sending chills up your spine.
"Jesus, Y/N, I'm so fuckin' horny right now," he groaned desperately.
"I need you inside me," you whimpered into his ear, equally as desperate, "right now, Harry, please."
"C'mere," he hummed.
Pulling his fingers out of you, he wrapped his arms around you and stood up. Turning around, he laid you down on the sheets with your hips at the edge of the bed while standing in between your spread legs. He grasped onto both of your ankles and hooked them around his shoulders. Wrapping his right palm around his member, he wasted no time and immediately positioned his swollen tip at your entrance, sliding in while he hovered over you. You both let out moans at the euphoric feeling of him filling you up. He stilled inside of you, allowing you a minute to adjust to his size. His forehead rested against yours and he grunted softly when he felt you clench around him.
Leaning back up, he grabbed onto each of your thighs to ground you. Not holding anything back, he began thrusting in and out of you at a fast pace. He knew your body like the back of his hand. Knew every single one of your sweet spots and every single movement that made you putty in his hands.
His thighs slapped against yours and your breasts bobbed with each hard thrust of his hips. Your orgasm was quickly starting to grow closer and you found yourself clenching around him each time his tip brushed up against your good spot. Your face contorted with pleasure and you tightly gripped the sheets below you.
"Oh fuck," you whimpered softly, "Harry, yes!"
"Is this what you wanted?" he grunted in between stagged breaths, "Just wanted me to fuck you like this?"
His fingertips dug into the skin of your thighs, most likely leaving marks for you to complain about the next morning. The bed squeaked under you and you knew the backs of your thighs were quickly turning bright red with the repetitive slapping. It was purely a pornographic scene and you were in complete and utter bliss.
"Answer me."
"Yes, yes," you chanted, "I needed this so bad. Needed you, Harry."
Lifting your head slightly, you looked down and watched as he disappeared in and out of you. He was slick with you, sparkling against the light in the room. You could physically hear how wet you are for him. His movements intensify that sound with each thrust. You let your head fall back down to the bed and look up at him. He's looking down between your bodies, watching what you were just watching. His eyebrows were furrowed together and his jaw hung slack as he breathed irregularly.
You watched as his muscles clenched with each thrust, a sheen layer of sweat beginning to form on his skin, glittering his tattoos. You let your eyes squeeze shut as the pleasure grew. You felt his left hand leave your thigh and immediately grasp onto your breast, squeezing it and allowing his thumb and pointer finger to pinch at your nipples.
Without warning, he wrapped his hands around your sides and flipped you over so you were on your belly. He tapped your hip gently, acknowledging you to sit up. Resting your elbows on the sheets to support your body, you stuck your ass up in the air for him, leaning back and pressing into him. He positioned at your entrance again and started back up where he had left off.
The sound of his skin slapping and your wetness continued to echo loudly throughout the room and if he wasn't making you feel so damn good right now, you would be worried about people outside the room hearing.
"Talk to me. This is exactly what you fuckin' wanted so tell me how good I'm making you feel."
"No," you whimpered, trying to get a rise out of him, "you don't love me anymore."
"Say that one more time and I'll spank you 'till you cry," he grunted.
You grinned at his words. You knew he wouldn't actually spank you until you cried, but you wanted to challenge him, "I'm not wrong."
His hand swatted at the fullest part of your ass and you squealed at the slight sting, his rings he never took off intensifying that sting. He never spanked you super hard, just enough to get you to straighten up when you were being sassy with him.
"Wanna try me again?"
"You never give me attention anymore."
Another spank landed across your ass and you moaned, his hand massaging the area to soothe the sting, "You're such a brat. You're asking for it now, aren't you?"
After one more smack against your skin, he grunted and his thrusts came to an abrupt stop. You were about to protest but then felt his big hands collecting your hair. He switched all of it to one hand, holding it up into a ponytail. He tugged on it, pulling your head back so that he could easily lean down to nip at your ear lobe and you couldn't help the moan that left your lips. Using his free hand, he grabbed onto your hip again and began thrusting.
"Want me all to yourself all the fuckin' time, huh?" he growled into your ear, sending shivers up your spine.
"You're mine," you moaned, "Don't like sharing you."
"Fuckin' selfish is what you are," he grunted in your ear, "Can't get enough of me, huh?"
You moaned in response, breath hitching in your throat before he continued, "Got people wanting my attention left and right and you only want me for yourself. I can see why though, with how good I make you feel. Not once have I ever failed to have you fuckin' trembling under me, babe."
"You're such a fucking narcissist," you grunted, words coming out strangled.
He chuckled deeply, biting on the shell of your ear, "It's the sole reason why you married me, innit? 'cause of how easy I can get you to scream my name?"
"Fuck off," you groaned and he chuckled again, loving how he got to you.
"Got the sexiest girl in the world to be my wife. How can I not be narcissistic?"
"Mmm," you whimpered, ignoring him, "Want more."
"More? Am I not giving you enough right now?"
"No, gimme more."
"Greedy, greedy girl. You're my greedy girl though, that right?"
You hummed in agreement as he let go of your hair, your head immediately hanging low. With both hands now on your hips, fingertips gripping your skin tightly, he changed his rhythm. Fast and hard. Exactly what you wanted right now.
"I'll give you whatever you want. Got me wrapped around your little finger."
"Obviously not, or else we wouldn't be in this situation right now," you grunted in sync with the smack of his hips against yours.
"Still mad at me, huh?"
"Just shut up and make me cum," you groaned.
You heard him chuckle behind you as he kept his rhythm, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm by the second. His thighs smacked against yours and the sound echoed throughout your hotel room. Your breath was hitched in your throat, your face contorted with pleasure and your jaw slack as moans occasionally escaped when your hitched breath allowed.
He got so deep inside you, hitting your special spot just underneath where your clit was located with each thrust of his powerful hips. His fingers were gripping your hips tightly, nails carving crescent moon shapes within your skin. Your clenched around him and you could feel every inch of him moving against your walls.
"Oh, Harry," you whimpered into the sheets and Harry's heart swelled as he noticed how much you needed this. How much you needed him.
With the length of his thrusts shortening and pace only slowing down slightly, he leaned down and pressed his back against yours, cupping your waist to pull him into you.
"Haven't been giving you the attention you deserve, have I, baby?" he grunted into your ear, words in sync with his thrusts.
"Mm mm," you whimpered, his lips against the shell of your ear making you shiver.
"Been neglecting my favorite person in the world. My beautiful wife, fuck, I love you so much."
You couldn't even reply. Your voice wouldn't let you, the only thing you could get out was moans of pure pleasure by not only him inside of you, but also him finally giving you exactly what he wanted. His hands slid up your torso and gripped your breasts, squeezing them as his thumbs flicked over your nipples. You could tell he was close by the way his member twitched inside of you, his strangled moans, and the feeling of his face contorting against your back.
"Need you to cum, baby." he breathed out, "I can't cum if you don't cum first."
"I need-" you began and it was like he read your mind, fingers heading straight for your throbbing clit and rubbing it side to side vigorously, causing you to breathe out, "Yeah."
It didn't take much longer before your body became numb with pleasure. You were trembling, screaming into the sheets beneath you, knuckles turning white with how hard you were gripping the covers. Harry continued his movements to carry you through your orgasm, causing it to pulse through you in waves, euphoria completely clouding your mind.
You came down from your high with heavy breaths, the continued stimulation from his thrusts sending a new wave of pleasure over you. When it became too much, you whimpered and he pulled out, groaning painfully, "Where do you want me?"
"My back," you breathed out.
You laid down on your stomach and moved all your hair to your front, while he continued to pump himself to keep his orgasm from falling. Once you were in position, he pressed one knee to the bed to angle himself above you. It was only seconds before you felt the warm feeling of him painting your back with his creamy release, your jaw falling slack. Moans of pleasure fell from his lips as he worked himself through his orgasm, pleasure consuming his body just as it did you only seconds earlier.
Once he had milked the last of his orgasm, he immediately got up to grab a few tissues to clean you off.
"You okay, babe?" he asked while wiping the tissue across your skin.
"Mhm," you hummed in response, ready to just fall asleep in his arms.
Throwing away the soiled tissue, he stated, "All done."
You turned over onto your side and he laid down next to you, pulling you into him, breathing out, "Didn't lie when I said I always get you trembling under me, huh?"
You rolled your eyes teasingly at him, "You're so annoying."
"I love you. You know that, right?"
"I know. We still need to talk though. The problem didn't just go away 'cause you're good in bed."
He chuckled deeply, "Can we talk tomorrow? Just wanna hold you right now."
"Yeah, lemme go to the bathroom then we can go to bed," you replied as you got out of bed and made your way to the bathroom.
"Love you, sexy," he teased, landing a soft smack across the curve of your ass as you got up.
You giggled, "I love you too."
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skullsuited · 9 months
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primal.
an lhh!era smut blurb featuring a breeding kink, hair pulling, mentions of a sex toy (pussy plug) and insinuation of a creampie.
Harry’s propped himself up on his forearms, strands of his hair are sticking to his forehead and neck because he and his girl have been going at it hard.
The only real noise coming from their bedroom is the way the bed is creaking underneath the weight of Harry’s pointed, timed thrusts, skin occasionally slapping against each other, his heavy breathing and soft grunts leaving his kiss swollen, shiny raspberry lips and she’s whining, back arched slightly, moaning his name like some sort of holy prayer.
Harry licks his lips, then pauses his thrusts for a moment, settling most of his weight on top of his lover as he guides his right arm away from the side of her head, coating two of his fingers with his saliva and slowly inching his hand down in between their bodies, the pads of them rubbing gently over her sensitive pink pearl. She gasps, hands tangling in his hair and pulling, making him growl — Harry adores having his hair pulled. “Yeh want to cum f’ me, baby?” He asks her, nose nudging against her own, lips parted and ghosting over hers. Harry has continued his thrusts now; languid, but rough. He’s really taking the words ‘fucking someone into the mattress’ to a whole new level.
The woman, this divine little creature underneath him can’t even speak, a bubble caught in her throat as he fucks her. “Words, angel. Need t’ hear you, yeah?” He hums, fingers continuing to work on her clit in pressured, slow little circles. “Oh, please, Harry,” She finally manages, swallowing thickly. “Please make me cum.” She begs him quietly and this surge of pride, of satisfaction washes over him. Harry craves her release; knows he needs it in order to feel like he’s done a good job in bed. “Yeah, pet. I’ll make yeh cum. Fuck, m’ goin’ to make you cum so hard, I promise you.” He swears, practically vows to her and all she can do is nod, “Put a baby in me.”
That stirs something up in him, awakens this primal urge to fill her up the only physical way he can. A wrecked noise leaves his throat, jaw slack, lips brushing over hers and catching against her teeth. “Goin’ to put a baby in yeh. Goin’ to.. hell, goin’ to plug your cunt an’ make sure it sticks.” He growls, teeth clashing against hers in this heated, sloppy kiss and he thinks their souls are bound in this very moment, that his seed is the source of this woman’s happiness. The two fingers he’s got on her clit are rubbing a bit faster now, he’s barely lifting his hips to really thrust, only grinding against her to edge his cock further into her cunt.
She whines against his lips, panting as her impending orgasm draws closer, the pressure in between her legs growing heavier. "Fuck, Har-Harry.." The sweet, unholy angel gasps between bated breaths, manicured claws scratching at Harry's scalp. "I'm going- I'm going to cum."
He growls, a low thrumming in the back of his throat. Emerald eyes are dilated, onyx pupils creating a black hole of lust and affection for the beauty taking his cock beneath him. "Cum f' me, baby. Cum all over my cock." Harry urges her, his two fingers on her bundle of nerves flickering and playing as she gasps sharply, features twisting up in pleasure as her orgasm washes over her body, flooding her system. Her nails claw at his head, the pinpricks of pain sending a shiver down his spine and before he can realize, his own release crashes over him like a wave, drowning, lapping over him as though he was stuck in the ocean during a storm.
"Fuck!" He swears, hips stuttering against her own. Harry's hands slide up his lover's body, grasping at her hips and the sheets around her. His head tilts back, eyebrows furrowed, and eyes screwed shut as he empties himself inside of her, groaning. His body is still, sweaty, flush against his darling's as they come down from their highs as two panting messes.
"You," She begins, swallowing and catching her breath, "You should grab that plug you were talking about..."
Harry chuckles breathlessly, nodding, "Yeah. I will, jus- just let me stay here for a moment."
Wordlessly, they lay together. Unmoving, intertwined together in intimacy and adoration, minds shifting past the primal urges felt only moments before and settling into a state of bliss.
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justlemmeadoreyou · 4 months
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Temporary Fix*
In which you meet a stranger at a bar, and he becomes your good night
Word Count: 3.3k of pure filth
Warnings: Smut, 18+ content, cursing, spanking, hair pulling, p in v sex(use of protection), aftercare
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There he is again.
The devilishly handsome stranger, sitting at the bar two stools away from where you are seated.
He had been here every night you had been, and always looked at you from across the room, or gripped your waist on the dance floor when you were really drunk. But whenever you thought he would make a move, he disappeared.
Maybe tonight was the same too.
So, you decide to ignore him this time. You turned towards the dance floor, holding a classic gin martini in your hands, and stared at the sweaty bodies , moving rhythmically to the pulsating beat. The smooth notes of the gin martini matched the electrifying atmosphere.
Taking a few more sips, you got down and walked to the dance floor, and just then, an upbeat song started to play.
You saw one of your girlfriends there, and she pulled you with her to dance.
You had no idea how to dance. You did when you were drunk, somehow, but right now, the alcohol hadn’t kicked in.
Yet.
As you began to move, swirl your waist, awkward moves ensued, but hey, at least the enthusiasm was there.
A few moments later, you felt the oh-so-familiar hand gripping your waist, and before you could blink, the man had pulled you into him.
Your body collided with his, his grip on your waist tightening. Your mouth dropped open, eyes droopy as you looked up into his hazy emerald eyes.
They were dark, pupils blown out in lust.
Maybe today was the day.
You sneaked your arms from beside your body, and gripped his arms. His muscular biceps that looked so hot, and you immediately imagined him on top of you, his biceps bulging as he fucked you into oblivion.
You blinked your eyes rapidly to remove that image from your mind, and focused on his face.
You both stared into each other’s eyes as you moved to the beat. A few moments later, he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “Y'look really hot tonight”
You smirk, before replying, “Thought you wouldn't notice.”
“Can I buy you a drink?” he offers, sliding his hands downwards towards your hips.
“Sure” you reply.
Soon enough, he’s leading you towards the bar. His hand on your waist, pulling you closer with each step.
You both reach the bar , the dim lights casting a warm glow on the polished counter. The faint hum of conversation and clinking glasses fills the air as you take a seat on the cushioned stools.
The bartender, approaches. "What can I get you two?" he asks with a knowing smile.
He turns to you, his eyes meeting yours. "What would you like?" he inquires, a subtle yet inviting grin playing on his lips.
As you ponder the menu, the atmosphere around you seems to buzz with anticipation
“A rum, neat”
“Same for me”
“Sure”
The bartender turns around, and begins to prepare the drink for you both.
“I’m Harry, by the way”
You smile, his name, laced with an accent, falling beautifully from his perfectly pink lips.
“I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you, Harry”
“Y/n. That’s a beautiful name. So, you from around here?”
“Nope, moved from California, about 6 months ago. Completed my degree, and then landed a job. How about you?”
“Oh, California? Wow, I guess you left the sun for... well, this place. Brave move! And a job? That's like, responsible and stuff. I'm just a regular dude, you know, not as fancy as someone who completed a whole degree. I’m a musician. Came from England.”
“England, huh? That's, um, across the ocean, right? So, like, you're pretty far from home. And a musician, you say? That's cool. I mean, I played the kazoo once in elementary school, does that count?”
He chuckled, making you blush. His dimples were on show, and he looked so pretty.
“Yeah, that’s actually a really uncommon instrument. It’s cool you learned it, though.”
“Yeah, I don’t really remember anything about that now. How about you? What do you play?”
“The big ol’ guitar. And a bit of a piano, that I learned recently.”
The bartender slides the drink on to you, and you both grab it, before continuing the conversation.
“That’s really impressive. So, where do you live?”
“I own my own Residence. A bungalow, if you will. I’ll be glad to show it to you sometime.”
You like where this is headed.
You take a sip of your drink, and it’s really good. Something strong. Exactly what you needed at a Friday night out.
He brings his glass up to his mouth, and that’s when you see his tattoo-a cross on the back of his hand, near the thumb.
“You-you have tattoos?”
“Mhm, many. Would you like to see them?”
You’re surprisingly intrigued. You stare down to his chest, and you could see he had two tats near his collarbones, both sides. Another one was on the middle of his chest, which was only partially visible due to his unbuttoned shirt.
You gulp down hard. Damn, was he hot.
“yeah…”
Your voice trails off, and you hear him keep the empty glass on the table. You look up at him, as he is sliding off his bar stool.
“So, where shall we go?”
“Oh…how about your place? You wanted to show me, right?”
He smirks, “Great idea. Can we get our check here, please?”
He pays for your drinks, before offering you his hand. You gladly hold it, and he leads you out of the bar, to find a taxi.
“Is it too far? I forgot my jacket!” you say, feeling the coldness of the night once you reached out. You rub your palms on your arms, hoping to get some warmth.
“No, just about a 15-minute ride. You cold?”
You stare up at him, and he starts taking off his jacket.
“Right. Here” he wraps it around you, and it instantly makes you feel at ease.
“Thanks, Harry”
“No problem, love”
As the taxi arrives, you both get in, and he gives the directions. The driver starts to drive, and you can't help but notice the subtle, intoxicating aroma that fills up the car. It's Harry's cologne and it smells so fucking amazing.
You gulp down, and turn towards him. Holding on to the backrest for stability, you grab the hem of his shirt, pulling him in for a kiss.
It is unexpected, but he likes it. He immediately gives in, kissing you back with the same frevor.
Your lips are cold, but the kiss is hot.
You try to shift on the seat, and get on top of him. But, he pulls back and holds you back down.
“Hey, slow down, bunny. We’ll reach home and then I’m all yours”
He pulls your face back, uttering those words in your ear. You feel a bit embarrassed, but a kiss was definitely better than awkward silence during the whole drive.
“I know…it’s just, you’re so hot, Harry” you control yourself from releasing a moan at the end of your sentence, knowing that the driver was probably hearing everythong.
“I know, baby” he smirks, and pushes you back down on the seat, turning your face up front. You are about to frown and pout at that, but suddenly you feel his cold hands between your legs, pushing them apart.
You quickly turn your face, looking into his eyes with urgency. He stares back into yours, and gives you a questioning look. You realize he’s asking for permission, and you silently nod.
His hand spreads your thighs wider, the dress riding up. You pull out is jacket from your back, where it had fallen messily when you had jumped him. You put it over your thighs to cover yourself.
He reaches your panties, and gently pulls the crotch aside. You spread them wider, giving him more access, you are so desperate. His cold hand touches your clit, and you almost moan in pleasure.
“Shh” he whispers near your ear, before continuing the task in his hands.
His fingers find your clit, and he lightly grazes them on it. You swallow down a whimper, and pull your lower lip between your teeth.
His fingers travel downward, finding your labia and pussy lips. Without warning, he spreads them apart, and starts to rub your arousal throughout your folds. You close your thighs around his hand, and look up at him again. He gives you a look of warning, and you spread them open again.
His finger pushes in, feeling intrusion. He retracts it, and slowly starts to rub circles at your clit again. It makes you wetter, and makes it so much more hard to be completely quiet. He gradually increases his pace, feeling more arousal seeping through your folds. Spreading it all around, making a complete mess of your dress and thighs.
You throw your head back, and he pushes one finger in. It goes in with ease, and he starts to finger-fuck you.
You look down at his hands, his sleeves rolled up and prominent veins protruiding up. The said cross earlier is between your thighs, drenched in your wetness, making it more sinful.
You are getting close, the alcohol making your high approach faster. His long fnger hitting your g-spot, making your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your stomach starts to ache, the rush of the approaching orgasm coming faster and faster. You just need a bit more, a little push, just a little bit more and…
“We’re here”
He immediately retracts his hand, and you blink open your eyes, mouth falling open. You take a few moments to realize that you’re in the back of a taxi, and you need to get out soon.
The car comes to a halt, and you pull your dress back down. Pushing your legs closed together, your wet, drenched panties get rolled up messily, making it more uncomfortable.
With Harry’s jacket in your hands, you try to pull yourself out gracefully, but your legs are wobbly, and your cheeks are flushed red.
You look so fucked out.
You stand by the car as Harry pays him, and he leaves.
As soon as he leaves, he puts his left hand into his mouth, licking off the remnants of your arousal.
That bastard.
You hurry behind him, as he walks across the road and opens the gate. He unlocks it, and then another one. Almost 2 minutes, and you’re finally in.
As soon as the door is locked, you throw away the jacket, and climb up on him again. He catches you, and you wrap your legs around his waist. He pulls your dress back up, grabbing the panties harshly and tearing them apart, and pulling them off from between your legs.
If you were not so desperate to get fucked, you would’ve fought him over them. But right now, you are desperate to get fucked by him.
He walks you to his living room, and to the sofa where he puts your down on the armrest. You both start making out again, tongues sliding messily into each other’s mouths. You can taste the rum in his mouth, and his intoxicating smell makes you whimper into his mouth.
“So desperate…” he remarks, and you grab his hair, getting his mouth back on yours.
A few moments later, you both pull back, desperate for some oxygen. Your hairs are disheveled, lipstick smudged. But to Harry, you look so beautiful.
“Y’gonna let me taste you? Have my tongue between those pretty thighs?”
On another day, you would. Spread open your legs and have him eat you out for hours. But right now, you just want to feel him inide you.
“No, I-I want to feel you, Harry. I wanna feel your cock inside me” you stare into his eyes.
“Fuck, you’re so damn hot. Where do you want to have me? Here? In my bedroom?”
“Here. Please?”
“Yeah? Want me to bend you over this couch and fuck that pretty little pussy of yours?”
“Yes, please?”
You look up at him with doe eyes, and he pulls you back down. Grabbing your waist, he quickly flips you over, and pushes you on the couch, so that you are nicely bent over in front of him. He spreads your legs using his, and your drenched pussy comes into view.
He unbuttons his pants, and quickly pulls them down, along with his boxers. He reaches the pocket for a condom, and tears the foil with his teeth.
Using one hand, he rolls it down on himself, and the other goes back between your thighs.
“Fuck, darling, you’re so wet”
He collects you wetness on his fingers, swiping his fingers between your folds. You push your head into the couch, his fingers diving deeper.
“So, so wet. Bet you drenched the car seat too, didn’t you? Dripping all over it. Bet the driver knew too. Your face was so red, cheeks blushed, lips bitten into your mouth. And your eyes, so full of lust and hunger.”
He pushed two fingers in, and started to finger you, while simultaneously stroking his cock. You moan out into the couch, grabbing into the backrest, anything to pull on. He pushes them to the hilt, and stills his movements, gently twisting them so you would feel his cold rings.
“Fuck. Jesus Chrust”
You whimper and moan, his fingers expertly fucking you back to an orgasm. Your legs clamp close around his hand, and you let out a wild shriek of his name, as you cum hard around his two digits.
“Fuck, fuck me”
Your breathing becomes ragged, and you turn your face, so that your cheek is on the sofa. After a few moments of letting you catch your breath, he speaks up.
“You okay, love?”
“Yeah, yes, I’m okay”
“Good. Want me to fuck you?”
“Yes. Yes, Harry please?”
He pulls out his fingers, and you whimper again, feeling empty. But that is gone soon, as you feel his cock line up with your swollen folds.
“Ready, love?”
You nod, and he finally pushes in.
You gasp loudly, his tip pushing its way in. His length follows, and you realize that he is a lot bigger than you had expected.
“Fuck, Harry-I-Fuck”
You curse into the couch, and he gently and slowly pushes his way into your tight cunt. You take in deep breaths, as you adjust to his massive girth spreading you open wide.
“Can I continue?” he asks.
“Yea-yes”
He pulls back, before gently pusing back in, till he is fully in. He repeats the same motion a few times, till you’re fully adjusted to his size.
Your mouth falls open, warm and heavy breaths passing through your mouth. He is going really slow, and it’s for your own good. But, you want it faster.
Harder.
“Harder, Harry-I-I want it harder”
He groans, before pushing back in, but with more fervor. A broken moan falls past your lips, and you gulp down, your mouth going dry.
“Is that good? Or you want it harder?”
“Harder”
“Oh, baby, you have no idea what you just asked for”
He pushes your legs wide, and grabs your hair, holding them in a makeshift ponytail for leverage to plunge himself inside you. You arch your back, and he pushes back in.
This time, there was nothing slow. He was going hard and fast from the beginning, making your legs shake and your eys to roll into the back of your head. You are impossibly wet, your wetness drenching his cock, making it easier to fuck you.
“Such a tight little pussy, fuck”
He curses, his cock fucking you into oblivion. His thrusts are rough and hard, making your toes curl. You feel his hand rest on your bum, and you want him to spank you.
“Har-Harry- I want you to-I-”
“What, baby? You want me to?”
“I want you to spank me-Harry-”
He quickly lifts his hand off, and strikes you with impact, making you moan filthy, and your pussy to clamp down on his cock.
“You liked that?”
“Mhm, yes, more please”
He spanks you again, and establishes a smooth rhythm of spanking you with each thrust inside your sopping wet cunt.
You feel so fucking good, on the cloud nine of pure pleasure. His cock fucking you so good and deep, one hand pulling your hair while the other spanks your bum red, you feel so fucking good.
“Harry-I'm close-” you mutter out, before falling back limp, your pussy clenching desperately around his length.
“I know. baby. Your pussy's getting tighter with each thrust. You gonna cum for me? Cum around my cock?”
“Yes, please, Har-”
You scream out his name, your eyes falling shut as you feel your orgasm take over. Black and white dots dancing behing your closed eyelids, a beautiful kadeidoscope of pleasure. Your legs begin to shake as his cock fucks you though your euphoric high.
After you're done cumming, he doesn't stop, chasing his own high.
“I'm close too, baby. Gonna cum inside this perfect cunt.”
He grabs your waist harshly thrusts, shallowing and slowing down as his orgasm approaches.
“Fuck, Mhm, Jesus-So fucking good, Christ-”
He rambles as his orgasm takes over, and you feel his warm cum inside your pussy, filling up the condom. Your tight cunt milks him off all he has, and he continues to fuck you till he is completely empty.
He stills inside, his cock throbbing and making you close your legs shut, wanting to keep him inside for longer. He catches his breath, gasping for air as he tries to pull out slowly.
“No, don't- I wanna feel you inside for longer”
You manage to say it in one breath, hoping he won't take you to be desperate and needy, even though it is what you were mere minutes ago.
“As you wish, darling” he stills back, holding you and pulling you back up. You both scoot awkwardly, and fall down on the sofa, you on top of him.
You could feel his chest on your back, rising and felling with each breath. You carefully turn around, keeping your legs on either side of his waist, and you face him.
He looks so beautiful, his post-orgasm face making you feel so warm and giddy. You lean down, and sweetly kiss him on his pink lips.
There’s comfortable silence between you two, the post-orgasmic glow taking over and making you feel so good and droopy.
“That was-really really good. Like, the best I've had in a long time.” you blush while admitting that, and he holds you close, making you feel safe.
“Glad you liked it. It was incredible for me too”
You both smile fondly, feeling so much connected in that moment.
“You okay? Want something to eat? Water?”
“Yeah, but afterwards. Wanna hold you for a while.”
“Sure, baby. You can hold me for as long as you like.” you grip your arms around him tightly, not wanting to let go.
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ggrapeejuicee · 3 months
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Lifeguard!Harry AU
cw: smut, oral (f receiving)
summary: you visit Harry at work and end up in the pool storage room…
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His back was stiff against the uncomfortable white chair as he sat through the fourth hour of his shift. The sun was hot on his face, and the constant sight of children was really beginning to piss him off. He desperately wanted the summer to be over so he could be anywhere else but the side of this busy pool.
Harry’s eyes scanned the crowd, a group of moms on loungers next to the pool, their kids playing with floaties in the water, and when his eyes reached the entrance to check who was entering poolside, his whole body stiffened.
You.
You, in a stupidly revealing white bikini. You, with your annoying friends who hated him. You, with your Ray Bans that he bought you sat upon your head.
He swallowed a lump in his throat, and tried to draw his eyes away from you and towards others in the pool. But his gaze kept going back towards you.
And this time his eyes caught yours, and a smirk was playing on your lips.
Harry scanned your tanned body. The smooth skin he knew so well was on full display for everyone to see, a tiny bikini bra covering your breasts, and barely fucking anything covering your ass. The more he looked at you the more his cock hardened beneath his uniform shorts, a rock hard erection forming in no time. He kept his eyes locked with yours as he adjusted himself in his pants in an attempt to hide it from the rest of the crowd.
A smirk of his own appeared as he watched a faint blush appear on your cheeks.
He drew his eyes away from you, trying his best to do his job. If anyone drowned while he was having a raging hard on he’d never live it down.
But still he felt your eyes on him. Your piercing gaze on his shirtless body.
He desperately needed you, it had been too long.
“Hey, Lou?” Harry called his college who was currently cleaning the poolside, “Mind covering me while I take my break?”
Harry jumped off of the tall white chair and made sure Louis was in his place before he left his position. He caught your eyes again, and made a subtle gesture to the large white pool store house at the back of the poolside area.
Harry made his way to the store house, unlocking the door with his employee set of keys. His dick was throbbing, and if you didn’t appear soon he would go fucking insane.
He paced the small space, his hand running through his slightly damp hair, waiting, praying, that you’d show up.
His head was quick to turn and face the door as soon as he heard the handle twisting.
When you walked in, he found it difficult for his draw not to drop completely to the ground. Your skin was smooth, even in the dim, barely existing lighting it somehow still managed to glow. He wanted to rip that skimpy bikini right off your body so he could see each and every part of it.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, ace?” Harry asked, his voice low.
“Am I bothering you, Styles?”
“You can’t break up with me and then come to my work dressed like that, do you know what you’re doing t’me?”
You grinned. You’d seen exactly what you’d done to him. His little show he put on while sat on the lifeguard chair has proven that.
“Feel what you’ve done to me.” He said, taking a step closer to you, his hand taking hold of your wrist.
His head moved so his lips brushed against your ears.
“Feel how fuckin’ hard you’ve made me princess. Comin’ in here with that slutty bikini on.”
He guided your hand to press against his rock hard erection, quickly gasping in a breath when coming in contact with it.
“Tell me you’ve missed me, ace. I gotta hear you say it.”
“I missed you, Harry.” You said quietly.
He gripped both of your wrists, pushing you against the nearest wall behind you.
“Tell me why you’re here.” He said, raising your hands above your head, pinning both your wrists up there with only one hand.
“Because I missed you.” You repeat.
Harry shook his head, “Real reason.”
His other hand dropped, and he slid it under his shorts and under his boxers, beginning to relieve some of the tension by palming his cock. His eyes rolled back slightly, the grip on your wrists tightening.
“I-”
“I only got 45 minutes on my break ace, if you want me I need to hear you say it so we can speed this up.”
“Fuck, Harry. I wouldn’t have come here if I didn’t want you.”
He looked at you, grinning devilishly. He dropped the grip he had on your wrists.
“Sit down.” He gestured towards a wooden crate sat in the room.
You sat, refusing to break eye contact as he dropped to his knees in front of you.
“‘M gonna take these off.” He said, his fingers hooking underneath the flimsy fabric of the bikini bottoms. “And then you’re gonna spread your legs nice and wide for me.”
You nod, jaw clenching in anticipation.
“Need to taste my princess before I fuck you.”
He slowly slid the fabric down your legs, before pushing your legs apart. And the moan that escaped your lips as soon as he buried his head into you was a noise you didn’t think you were even capable of.
Harry wasn’t prepared either, as soon as his lips tasted your dripping wetness, his moan made your whole pussy vibrate. Your legs shook as his tongue attacked your clit, gripping hold of his hair.
“Fuck, Harry,” You moaned, “Fuck, just like that.”
He looked up at you with a grin playing on his lips, continuing.
“Harry I fucking missed you.” You moaned, “I missed you.”
Harry sped up in desperation, he could tell you were struggling to stay quiet in such a public area. You’d always been a screamer, he liked that about you. But you were both very aware that no one locked the door and anyone could walk in at any moment.
“I’m gonna cum. Harry I’m gonna come.”
Your words made him only go faster, his tongue swirling around your clit like his life depended on it.
You slammed your hand over your mouth to muffle your cry as you came all over his face, a moan coming from Harry as he tried his best to lap it all up. Your taste was addicting to him.
“Fuckin’ hell, that was fast. You really have missed me.”
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Day 20 of Kinktober: Being Mr. Styles’ Favorite Prostitute
pairing: Cowboy!Harry Styles x Prostitute!fem reader
warning: unprotected sex, prostitution, harry giving reader hickeys
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Every woman wanted him, every man wanted to be him, Mr. Styles was the most fucking handsome man in our town. I think he won’t want me, I’m a prostitute, people harass me, doesn’t care about me, and doesn’t even want me to be in any building we have in our town except my house and this saloon that a lot of prostitutes were in.
One night, Mr. Styles came in the saloon and once again, every woman threw themselves at him, but he wasn’t interested at all. But he wanted a girl who was willing for a good night with him. So he walked up to me and asked me for the offer, I said yes. Everyone gave me dirty looks when we went out of the saloon. Why does he want me? We go to a mansion, which looked beautiful in my opinion. We go in and it has gorgeous pieces of furniture and vases.
“You wanna go up in my bedroom honey?” Mr. Styles asks.
“Why? You wanna do bad things to me Mr. Styles?” I ask in a sexual tone.
He walks closer to me and says, “You know it sweetheart, go upstairs and the last door in the hallway is mine.”
I go upstairs and went to the room he told me to go in and again, the room looks gorgeous. I sit on the edge of the bed and tries to look sexy as possible. Mr. Styles comes in, naked with a cowboy hat on. I spread my legs so he can fully see my cunt and I try not to look at his huge cock that looks like it’s ready to squirt out cum inside me.
“I won’t bite.” I said with a grin on my face.
“I hope not, I heard you can be risky.” He says with a smirk on his face.
“I can be Mr. Styles.” I said closing my legs together and I kinda expose my breasts.
“Call me Harry hon.” He walks up to me and makes me spread my legs out again.
“Why do you want me Harry?” I question.
“What do you mean?” He answers.
“Everyone hates me because of me being a prostitute and me being in any building.” I say.
“Not to me, you’re just different from any other prostitute in this town.” He says.
“What type of different?” I said. I put my hands on the bed behind my back.
“Good different.” He says.
“So you actually think I’m attractive?” I ask.
“Yes Y/N.” He says.
“How do you know my name?” I said. I never told him my name.
“I heard the name from a few people and I knew it was you this whole time.” He grins.
I wrap my legs around his waist and he holds me tight to make us go to the end of the bed and lays me down, the pillows are so comfortable than my pillows. I grab his hat to wear it. He starts to fuck me in and out, I moan in pleasure, he goes faster which made me scream.
He gives me love bites on every body part of mine including near my cunt. I never had sex like this ever in my life.
When he was done I start to heavy breathe and I couldn’t move I felt so weak. Harry laid down next to me, I slowly turn my head to face him and look at him.
“How’d you feel Y/N.” Harry looks at me
“The best thing I’ve gotten from anyone from this town.” I smile.
“You’ll always be my favorite prostitute Y/N/N.” Harry winks at me.
“You can have me as long as you want.” I say.
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kilistina · 1 year
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friends, right? pt.2
you didn’t really think i’d leave you hanging like that, did you??
word count: 4.2k-ish
disc. nsfw content ahead. mdni. includes fem!reader n harry styles, daddy kink ig, teasing, praise, oral, sexy time, bold ass language, best friends but not really vibes n other hot shit.
read pt.1 here <3
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You open your eyes with difficulty, finding it hard not to melt away at how good Harry’s thigh is making you feel. If he’s making you feel so good by just sitting there and letting you use him, how good could he make you feel if he actually does something to you himself? God—
“Gonna cum for me, love?” Harry’s voice is in your ear and all you want is to come undone, “Can feel you shaking already.”
“Fuck—” You struggle to keep your eyes open as you moan, “I’m..H—Harry I’m—”
He cuts you off with a kiss, and you moan into his mouth, “I know love, s’okay. Let it happen, let it out. Let me feel it,” He whispers as you pull away, his eyes set on yours as you continue to move your hips along his thigh, “Cum for me, Red.”
Oh. Oh.
Your mouth falls open, your eyes rolling back as your orgasm takes you by surprise, crashing down all at once. Your legs begin to shake and Harry holds you in place, his hands by your waist as he watches you.
“There you go,” He whispers words of praise to you, kissing your neck as you throw your head back lazily, “Theeere you go, love.”
You whimper as he continues to move your hips against him, letting you ride out your high.
“Yeah? I know, poor baby,” He smirks at how fucked out you already are, taunting you, “So good for me, hm?”
You bite down on your lip and nod, and he leans in to bite it himself. You melt against him, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to deepen your kiss.
“Stand up.” He murmurs against your lips, and you oblige.
He grabs a hold of your hand, knowing you’ll need it in a second. You struggle for a moment when you first get up, using Harry as support. It takes you a few seconds but you’re able to stand. 
Harry’s eyes are on you and he’s taking you in, looking at you properly for the first time since you took your clothes off. He was in such a rush before, such a rush to let you use him, such a rush to make you feel good—that he didn’t realise how fucking sexy you look with nothing covering you up.
As he’s looking at you, you notice that the situation isn’t very fair. You haven’t got any clothes on, and Harry’s still got his boxers on. Normally you wouldn't think that that’s a lot of clothing, but compared to what you have on..
Harry seems to read your mind, smirking and reaching for his boxers when you reach forward and stop him.
“Wh—” He furrows his brows at you, confused.
“Let me,” You whisper, reaching for his boxers yourself.
Harry arches his brow at you slightly, clearly not expecting for you to be so direct with him. He’s always seen you as the innocent one out of the two of you. You were never the type to sleep around or have meaningless sex the way a lot of your other friends—including him—would. Harry’s always expected for you to be the shy, innocent fuck and you’ve always been fine with it because what’s wrong with that? And you’ve never felt the need to prove yourself to anyone and he has no idea and oh you’re going to enjoy this.
You give Harry a quick kiss, slipping your tongue into his mouth to make him think that you’re about to kiss him for a lot longer than you actually are. When he leans into your touch and tries to grab a hold of your waist to deepen the kiss, you pull back, breaking away. Harry tenses his jaw. You’re teasing him. It’s working.
“Red..” He murmurs your pet name as if to warn you not to go too far, to warn you not to torture him with your touch.
You look at him and smirk, sinking to your knees. His eyes follow you and his lips part in anticipation as you reach for his boxers again, your eyes still glued to his as you start to palm him through his boxers.
“Fuck,” He breathes out, his eyes widening at the feeling of your hands against him. “Oh, fuck—"
You bite your lip and reach your fingers under the hem of the fabric, slowly pulling it down. You’re agonisingly slow. Seeing Harry’s chest rise and fall at the rate it is, is only making you want to go even slower.
He’s giving you front row tickets to your favourite show.
“P—please, love,” He murmurs, cupping your cheek and running his thumb along it for a moment, “Take ‘em off for me.”
You smile up at him and nod, satisfied with his desperation. When you finally pull them down that little bit more, his cock springs free, slapping up against his stomach. He sucks in a breath as you reach forward, wrapping both of your warm hands around him.
You look up at him, flattening your tongue against his tip and licking him once. Just once.
He tastes so good that you struggle not to taste him some more.
His head tilts back against the wall and his mouth hangs open, slack as a string of dirty words fall from his lips. He’s tense.
“Relax, H,” You whisper, looking up at him innocently as you use his own words against him, “Let it happen,” You place a kiss to his tip, “Let it out,” You lick him, “Let me feel it.” You wrap your mouth around him, bobbing your head until he’s completely lost in you. Harry sucks in a breath, looking down at you with his lips parted.
“Fucking god—fuck—shit—” His eyebrows are knit together, in complete disbelief at how fucking filthy you look for him right now. Here you are, on your knees in front of him with his cock in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat over and over and over and over and over again. Harry’s never felt like this in his life. He’s never gotten head the way you’re giving it to him. He’s never felt so many things at once. He’s never been so taken back by how good someone’s making him feel. He’s never been lightheaded. Never. Not like this.
The best part? You look like there’s no place you’d rather be.
He lets out a moan, beginning to losing his mind as he tightens his grip on your head, tugging your face up so he can get a better look at you, “Fuckin—” He lets out another moan when you smirk at him and exhale, feeling the vibrations on his cock, “Y/N—love—I’m—”
You move your head up for a moment, replacing it with your hands, “I know, H,” You whisper, “It’s okay.”
His eyes screw shut and he throws his head back, groaning and moaning and whimpering all at once, “Aaah fuckin—”
You take him back into your mouth. His fingers grasp at your hair desperately, as if he’s drowning and you’re his life raft, and his hips jerk towards you, faltering as he begins to reach his limit, “Fuck,” He drops his head to look down at you, his lips parted as he pants out your name, “Yeah, fuck—Red,” He reaches down and strokes your face with his thumb, taking in the sight of you as you continue bobbing your head, “Yeah. Fucking yeaaah,” He bites his lip, another string of moans escaping his mouth all at once, “Can’t take it, fuck—”
You bob your head faster. Suck harder. Move your tongue around. Move your hands against his balls. You do everything you can. And Harry loves every second of it.
You don’t stop when you feel your throat filling with his cum, you don’t stop when he falls back against the wall from how hard his orgasm hit, you don’t stop when he tells you how good you are, how well you took him, how badly he wants to fuck you. You don’t stop until he’s cumming down your throat a second time, his legs beginning to shake from the sheer shock of it. His moans are broken, you can’t understand a single thing he’s saying to you but you know he’s saying a lot.
You pull away from him with a pop, pressing a soft kiss to his sensitive tip as he shivers under your touch. You like having the upper hand. Even if it is just for a moment.
“There you go, daddy.” You whisper, standing up and smirking at him as he tries to catch his breath.
“Say that again,” He stares at you with a hunger you’ve never seen before—from anyone—reaching his hand over to grab the back of your neck and pulling you closer to him, “Say it again. Call me that again.”
“Daddy.” You smirk and he moans, pressing his lips to yours.
“Fuck,” He whispers against your lips, holding your face in his hands and pulling you as close as he can have you, “Fuck.”
You giggle against his lips, loving the effect you have on him. It’s nice to see and feel how you make him feel, it’s oddly validating.
“Need to taste you so bad, Red,” He murmurs against your lips, desperation clear in his eyes as he searches yours for an answer, “Can I?”
“Please, yes.” You nod as he pushes you back on the bed, towering over you and reconnecting your lips within a second.
He breathes out, feeling your fingers graze his skin, tracing over the tattoos he has scattered across his arm. Your lips are back on his. He lets you take the lead, leaning into your touch and moaning into your mouth as you continue to trace his heated skin with your fingertips.
He can’t think straight. He can’t form a single, coherent thought because of your hands on his skin. The way you feel, the way you taste, the way you’re touching him.
You can’t think straight, either. It’s almost laughable—how long you’ve both wanted this. How badly you’ve both wanted to invade each other’s personal space like this. Neither of you think you can ever stop.
You grab his hand, guiding it to your chest and letting him feel you. He moans against you and pulls away for a moment to look down at you. His eyebrows are furrowed and his lips are parted as he palms your chest with his hands, quickly moving his mouth to cover yours as you begin to moan.
You feel Harry’s tongue grazing against yours, over and over again, deepening the kiss more and more until you’re practically inhaling each other. When you both finally break away for air, you can’t help but stare down at his body. So perfect. As confident as you are, you still can’t believe that you have someone who looks like Harry so desperate for you. Harry’s wondering how he got so lucky, too. He can’t believe that he’s able to see you in your entirety. What a privilege, he thinks.
His kisses trail down your neck first. He makes sure to suck on your skin just enough to mark it, teeth grazing the sensitive areas as you hum in response. He gets to your chest next, not wasting a second to wrap his lips around your nipple, reaching his hand over to play with your other one. His eyes close in bliss as he darts his tongue out to flick your nipple. You whimper. If this is how good—how quick—he is with his mouth—with his tongue—you can’t imagine how good he’ll feel with his head between your legs. You won’t have to imagine it. You’ll feel it soon enough.
You moan out his name and his eyes open, setting on yours as he moves to give your other nipple the same attention. His cheeks hollow as he sucks, his eyes still set on yours, his hands still all over you, his mouth moaning around your skin. You bite your lip so hard you feel it sting. You’re losing your fucking mind.
He moves his head up, your nipple still caught in his mouth as he continues to suck, letting it go with a pop. You gasp at the feeling, and he does it again. And again. And again.
He does it until you’re whining, until you’re bucking your hips up desperately to get some sort of friction.
“Patience, Red,” He chuckles at your desperation, beginning to kiss down your stomach, “I’ll make it worth the wait. Make you feel so fucking good. Promise.”
Your breath catches in your throat as you stare down at Harry’s face, his head finally where you want it—between your thighs. He looks down at you, admiring how you look all spread out for him. You feel vulnerable but you couldn’t care less. You’re so horny, so worked up, so wet that you need an outlet. You need to feel Harry against you.
“P—please—” You whisper, “Please, H.”
“Please what, Red?”
“Please.”
He smirks up at you, “You want my mouth?”
You can’t speak. You nod.
“Here?” He looks up at you innocently, pressing a kiss to your left thigh. You shake your head.
“How about here?” He kisses your right thigh. You shake your head again, bucking your hips up. He chuckles and holds you down by your waist, keeping his eyes on yours.
“You don’t want it?” He’s taunting you.
You groan, “N—no—fuck—”
“Where do you want me, then?” He arches a brow at you, not giving in easily, “Here?” He looks down at your centre and you nod your head frantically, practically whining for him.
“Ask me nicely.”
“H, please just—”
He cuts you off by pressing a kiss to your clit. Your eyes close. You moan at the feeling of his mouth finally coming into contact with your skin, where you need him the most.
Your eyes close and you arch your back to feel closer to him, feeling him smile against you already. He hooks one of his arms under your thigh, pulling you closer and getting better access to you.
He flattens his tongue against you, licking a stripe up your slit and back down again. He strokes the thigh you have slung over his shoulder with one of his hands, using the other to rub circles on your clit.
“F—fuck—Harry—” Your eyes roll back, “Daddy—"
He moans against you, and your back arches. You let out a high pitched moan, a sound you never thought you could make. You’ve only heard sounds like his in pornos before. You can’t believe what’s happening to you.
“Feel good?” Harry looks up at you, still rubbing circles on your clit and breathing against your skin. You nod.
“Say it,” He pulls away, staring at you, “Tell me how it feels.”
You struggle to move your mouth. Harry smirks.
“S—so—so fucking—mmmm—” Your mouth falls open in a gasp as Harry’s mouth is back on you, lapping at your skin. He slows down every few seconds, somehow knowing exactly how to drive you insane. You reach your hands down and grip onto his hair, tugging it back. He smirks and looks up at you, dipping his tongue inside you.
Your mouth opens and your eyebrows furrow, but no sound leaves you. You’ve never been so..so fucked up that you can’t even make a sound. Whatever Harry’s doing to you, he’s doing it well.
He starts fucking you with his tongue, his thumb still rubbing circles on your clit as you feel your stomach tighten.
“Fuck H, gonna cum—gonna—fuckin—”
“Make a mess of me, Red,” He murmurs against your skin, “Make a mess of my mouth.”
“Yeah?” You pant, propping yourself up on your elbows, “Ask me nicely, daddy.”
Harry’s eyes close momentarily at your words, and suddenly he’s just as insane as you, “God, please. Let me taste more of you. Please—fuck—please.”
That’s all you need. That’s all you fucking need.
You let go of Harry’s hand and reach for the back of his head, pushing his face against you as you come undone. He moans against you and you feel his tongue against every inch of you, taking whatever you’re giving him. He can’t get enough.
A string of curse words leave your lips, along with whimpers and moans and more of those high pitched sounds you’ve only heard in pornos. You collapse against the mattress and Harry continues slowly licking you as you lazily ride your high out on his face.
“That—” Your voice comes out strained, “T—thank you, H.”
He places a kiss to your clit and chuckles, towering over you kissing you. You taste yourself on his tongue and moan, reaching around his neck and pulling him closer. He holds one of his hands next to your head to hold himself up, cupping your cheek with the other as you both deepen the kiss.
“Did so good for me, baby,” He whispers against your lips, looking in your eyes, “So fucking good for me.”
He can’t wait another second, he’s too eager to taste more of you. He leans forward in an attempt to reconnect your lips, but you stop him by placing a finger to his mouth. His eyebrows furrow and he searches your eyes for some sort of indication that you want him to stop.
You never want to stop.
You lean your head forward, your finger still against his lips as you whisper.
“Fuck me, daddy,” You take your hand away, keeping your eyes locked on his, “Want you to fill me up.”
Harry falters for a moment, his eyes widening as he processes the words that just came out of your mouth. You said all the words that he never expected you to say, all at once. Only an hour ago, you were both smoking a joint and speaking about how much things have changed between you. How strange that made you both feel. And now? Now you’re..well.
Feeling a lot better.
“Yeah?” Harry swallows, trying to contain himself somehow even though he knows there’s no use, “Gonna let me stretch you out?”
You moan and arch your back, nodding.
“Words.” Harry’s voice is stern and you just want to ruin him. The way you’ve both been switching all night, the way you’ve been driving each other insane. He was made for you.
“Use me, H,” You whisper, your voice desperate and strained, “Stretch me out.”
And he does. He slowly dips his cock in, starting with the tip to let you adjust. You both screw your eyes shut and gasp at the feeling, moaning as he begins to move inside you.
“Fuck,” He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, feeling you wrap around him, “So fucking wet.”
You whimper, moving your hands down to his back and clawing at the skin, “Just for you, daddy.”
“Yeah? Just for me?” Harry groans at the feeling of your nails across his back, “Mine, yeah?”
He knows what you’re doing. You’re trying to what, claim him? He doesn’t know what’s going through your head, but he knows that you want to mark him up. You want to mark him up well. Well enough that it’d be impossible for him to forget how good you’re making him feel. How nobody could ever compare. Yeah, you’re claiming him.
“Yours.” You breathe out as he begins to move in and out of you.
“Say it again, Red.” His voice is desperate, like he needs you to repeat yourself more than anything. He starts to speed up his movements, eager to feel as much of you as possible. You feel him hit your most sensitive spot.
“Fuck—”
“Say you’re mine,” He won’t stop asking until you give him what he wants, “Go on, say it.”
“I’m—fuck—I’m yours, H.” You gasp as he grabs a hold of one of your legs, throwing it over his shoulder to fuck into you deeper. He’s being relentless. He’s ruining you.
You want him to ruin you more.
He’s sticking two of his fingers down your throat, watching you as you suck and moan around them, “Again.” He takes his fingers out from your mouth, moving them down to rub your clit.
“I’m yours,” You let out a strained moan, your mouth falling open, “Are you mine?”
Harry’s movements are even faster now. You’re impressed. So fucking impressed at how he’s carrying himself. He’s picked up the pace, he’s circling your clit, he’s holding one of your legs above his shoulder and he’s driving you fucking crazy.
He lets your leg back down, spreading your thighs apart as he slightly changes position. He’s still on top of you but at a different angle. He towers over you, not slowing down—he wouldn’t dream of it—and moving his lips to your ear.
“Been yours for months,” He murmurs against your skin, making your eyes close, “Was just—” He grunts, “—was just waiting for you to notice.”
You can’t speak. You can’t form a single word. Your fingers grip his sides, your nails digging deeper into his skin until he bleeds.
“Shit,” He buries his head into the crook of your neck, teeth grazing your skin, “Oh fucking yeah.” Every sound that leaves his mouth is better than the last. You hear every moan, every gasp, every whimper leaving his lips.
He slows down his thrusts, making them harder and rougher and deeper. Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel him repeatedly hitting the best part of you.
“Right there—fuck—right there—!” Your voice suddenly raises and you’re practically screaming at Harry as he continues to fuck into you, his hand still circling your clit. You let out a string of moans as he moves his hand up from your cunt to your stomach, pushing down. Your eyes close at the feeling..until it stops.
You feel a hand come into contact with your jaw, grabbing it roughly and making your eyes open. You look up to see Harry staring down at you with his jaw tensed. He’s still inside you but he isn’t moving. You want him to move.
“Open,” Harry’s voice is stern as he lightly taps the side of your face, “I’m not going to tell you again.”
You nod and bite down on your lip, enjoying this side of him more than you could’ve ever imagined. He can be so caring, so good, and so fucking condescending.
You love it all. You want it all. You need it all.
He begins to move again, his own eyes closing for a split second before he catches himself and sets them back on yours. You furrow your brows, trying to control the moans leaving your lips as his thrusts grow faster and harder again. His hand drops from your face back down to your stomach, where it was before.
“See that, baby?” He applies pressure to your lower stomach, where you look to see the outline of where he’s penetrating you, “So deep.”
You whimper and you can feel tears pricking in your eyes from how fucking euphoric you feel. You never thought it was possible to feel so much at once.
Your back arches as his hips meet yours, slamming into you. Harry drops his head to your shoulder, letting himself feel everything he’s ever wanted to feel.
“Cum with me, Red. Cum all over my cock,” He groans, his lips brushing against your skin, “I belong to you.”
You smile, digging your nails deeper into his back, “You belong to me.”
Harry’s voice is something between a mumble and a moan at this point, an endless stream of curse words falling from his lips as he feels you clenching around him.
You both cum at the same time, moaning so loudly that neither of you would be surprised if you woke up without voices tomorrow morning or with a noise complaint from your neighbours. Or both.
He practically collapses on top of you, shifting to the side and falling on his back. You both pant, trying to catch your breath as you stare up at the plain beige ceiling above your heads.
“That was..” You trail off, struggling to find words as your chest heaves.
“Yeah.” Harry’s in the same boat, knowing exactly what you mean.
“Friends do that?”
Harry laughs. He really laughs. Like he hasn’t laughed in years. Claps his hands together, covers his mouth even though there’s no use. You laugh with him.
After a few minutes, Harry moves to stand up from the bed. You smile at yourself when you notice that he’s walking over to your side of the bed. The view isn’t bad either.
He holds his hand out to you and you grab it, standing up with his help. You both smile at each other and share a quick, soft kiss before making your way to the bathroom. Harry gets the shower ready and you both step under the water, closing your eyes and holding each other close for a few moments.
“I belong to you.” Harry murmurs against your hair, pressing a kiss to your head. You pull away just enough to look at him.
“I belong to you, too.” You smile. He smiles back, widely.
“We’ll see where this goes?” He asks, his dimples still on display from how wide he’s grinning. You lean forward and try to kiss him, feeling each other’s teeth from how hard you’re both smiling.
You giggle against his lips, looking up at him with adoration, “We’ll see where this goes, H.”
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aaand there we have it whores. i LOVED writing this one, it’s probably the most in-your-face smut i’ve written to date. hope it was worth the wait <3
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jarofstyles · 1 year
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“I want to give you a hickey, so everyone can see how I feel about you.” The words fell from his mouth without his permission, but he didn’t stop. Lips kissing down the slope of her neck, pinning her against the wall as her leg curled around his waist as he pumped himself inside of her, making her gasp each time he filled her up all the way.
Their secret fling wasn’t really a secret per say- it was more like a friends with benefits and people weren’t privy to it considering they both tried their best to act natural- but it wasn’t what they wanted to broadcast. At least, it had started that way. They both agreed they were attracted to one another, they had explosive, delicious sex, but they weren’t in the market of a serious relationship. Their friend group was big and they’d seen how relationships had ruined some of it sometimes and didn’t want to contribute, so they kept it casual- until it wasn’t.
“W-what?” Her fingers curled into his shoulders, panting as she took every thrust. He was deep inside of her, a rushed pull into the nearest room at the party and a locked door making use of it. It was abrupt and unplanned but sex with Harry wasn’t something she would turn away, so she went with it. The bubbly heat of her tummy made her shakily exhale, holding on to him as he nipped down on her neck.
“Can’t Fuckin’ stand those assholes flirting with you. Wanting t’make you drinks. You’re my fucking girl. That’s my job.” This was the first she had heard of it, but the man was serious. It was evident in the sex. The way he grabbed her and lifted her up, both legs having to grip him as he fucked into her hard and making her eyes roll back into her head. The words should have terrified her but instead, fed a darker part of her that made her even more wet. Soaking him, making the slide easier as he fucked into her cunt like his life depended on it.
“Yeah? That’s your job?” She gasped, feeling his teeth bite down a bit harder and an equally as firm suck making her legs shake slightly around him. A self proclaimed pain slut, she loved the sting it brought. “Fuck- fuck, Harry. Please…” she trembled. It was embarrassing to be this close to cumming from words like that- especially if he didn’t mean them after they finished- but she couldn’t stop it. The harder her sucked on her neck, the pads of his fingers digging into her ass, she was a goner.
Cumming around his cock was the goal, but Harry felt the satisfaction as he pulled away from the mark, sure it would form. The sloppy sounds of their sex, skin hitting skin and the sticky, slick arousal coating his dick from the orgasm fueled him. “It is. My job to make you drinks and to make that cunt cum around me. they can’t do that.” He snarled, moving at the same pace as she clung to him. Sensitive still from her orgasm, he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. “My fucking girl, my fucking cunt.”
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hugsandharrystyles · 7 months
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Are you wet right now? Pt. 2
Well... Here we are again.
Warnings: This is just really filthy and kinky, and a bit vulgar, so if you're not into like really dirty stuff, I suggest not reading. (I try not to give away the plot with the warnings, so this is my warning.)
Word Count: 6,000+
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Tension. Burning tension.
It's been two whole days since you and Harry confronted each other's feelings, and the heat between you two is enough to kill. Your parents have left you both alone to do whatever you want while they do whatever they want, so you've been stuck with Harry glued to your hip for the last forty-eight hours.
He likes to think he's sly about it too.
The way he doesn't even bother 'sneaking' touches but full on putting his hands on you when it's not appropriate. You wish you could complain, but you physically can't.
He guards you like your precious cargo and won't let anyone so much as glimpse at you.
Through all of this, he still hasn't broke into the tension first, and neither have you.
"Where are you going?" You hear Harry's voice from behind you.
"It's an hour before the sunset, so I figured I'd go down to the private beach," You explain, ignoring his burning eyes on your body.
"Um, can I come too?" He asks, just in his swimming trunks. He comes behind you to lightly tread his fingers against the fabric of your bathing suit.
"Not like I have a choice, huh? You'll come anyway," You laugh and bat his hand away.
"Well, I thought it'd be polite to ask," He jokes and grabs your beach bag for you.
"That's a first," You comment and go to take your bag from him, but he moves it out of your reach.
"I got it, babe," He says and presses a wet kiss to your cheek. You sigh, frustrated, as he walks towards the door.
"Wow, there's like no one out here," You say in awe as you and Harry find your spots in the sand. You both smooth it out to lay your big towel down.
"It is a private beach, genius," He remarks, and you glare at him.
"Thanks, dipshit, but it's a private beach for us and other narcissistic people who can't go to the normal beach," You explain and lay down on your stomach on the towel to watch the sunset slowly start to meet the horizon where the ocean lays. You feel Harry lay his head in the middle of your back. "Hey! Get your big head off of me," You complain and roll over on your back. Harry now rests his chin on your stomach, right where your bikini bottoms start. His hands rub all over your thighs.
"I can show you real big head," He says, a mischievous grin on his face as he bites the fabric of your bikini. Heat is spread between your thighs, and you pray that he doesn't feel it.
"That has to be the worst thing you've ever said," You laugh and shove at his head, making the bikini bottoms snap against your skin as they're released from his mouth.
You moan.
God, you moan.
You can feel your face heat, and Harry's staring at you with wide eyes.
"Did you just-"
"Shut up," You cut him off.
"But-"
"Let's just watch the sunset," You plead, and he nods his head, suddenly quiet. You both move around, so you're sitting up with your arms propped behind you to watch the waves.
After a minute of silence, you look over at Harry who has his eyes closed. His cheeks are pink from sunburn and what looks like bashful blush. His abs are shining with light sweat, and you want nothing more than to lick him clean.
That's when, when you look a little further down, you see what he's concentrating so hard on in his mind- why his eyes are shut so tight.
He's hard.
He's large and plump in his trunks, and you can tell. You almost want to say something, but you don't want to embarrass him. You both feel the tension, the wanting.
To hell with it.
His legs are spread enough for you to quietly get between them, so you do. Your hands come in contact with thighs first, and his eyes are bulging out of his head. You're slipping your hands under the fabric to feel at his soft thighs.
"Oh, God. What are you-" He's breathless and out of words. It's easy to see what you do to him.
"I'm done with the games, Harry. I might've given in first, but I'm winning, so I'm going to do whatever I want to you right here on this beach, m'kay?" You ask, though you don't really care for a response. You're already leaning you're body weight on him to press him down onto the towel, so you can start your descent at his pretty face. His eyes are wide and begging.
"Yes- yeah- do what you want," He pleads, his hands fidgeting in the air.
"I will, sweet boy." You straddle him and take his hands in yours, playing with his much larger ones. You clasp your hands together and smile. "You'll be good for me, won't you? Let me hear all your pretty sounds. Know you're loud because you never stop whining, huh?" You ask, leaning down over him to talk against his lips, pinning his hands lightly above his head with your hands still together.
"I'll give you everything," He promises and puckers his lips to quickly press a kiss against your lips. You lean away before he could do it again, causing him to pout. You release his hands and run yours all over him. You press and feel against his abs before running your fingers up his warm body and tangling your fingers in his hair.
"Beautiful, beautiful," You whisper and kiss all over his face. He sighs before letting out a small, angelic laugh. You lightly flick your tongue over his lips, almost as if caressing him. His head is thrown back, and he seems to be succumbed to a state of euphoria.
"Kiss me," He whispers, opening his mouth to flick your tongue with his. For once, you listen to him and press your mouth onto his. It's wet and messy, but neither of you would have it any other way. His hands caress the soft skin of your body and find your hips to press you into his crotch. He bites down on your bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth. You can already feel how sore your lips are becoming, and it excites you. You pull him away from you by his hair, and he huffs in desperation. You start to kiss down his neck, finding his pulse point and sucking a harsh hickey into the skin there. His moans only spur you on. As your mouth is preoccupied with his neck, your hands slide down to his pecks, and you tweak his nipples in between your fingers. "Oh, fuck. No one's ever done that," He laughs but is broken by a moan.
"Want me to stop?" You mumble against his neck.
"No, please no," He whimpers. You smirk and kiss down towards his chest, now flicking your tongue against his nipple and biting down gently on it. His hips involuntarily buck into yours as he tries to find some relief for his groin.
"Impatient?" You giggle and press kisses down his abs, letting your tongue lick up the light layer of sweat that's secreted against his abs.
"Baby- fuck, you're dirty," He breathes. "Best I've ever had."
"You haven't even had me yet," You laugh and sit up to stare at him. Your hands press and skim all over his tummy.
"Already know. You do what you want instead of the same ol' boring shit. And, it's you, so," He blushes.
'Those girls not treating you right, hon?" You ask, faking sympathy and sinking your fingers into his love handles, something you've always wanted to do.
"They're so fuckin' vanilla. They rush into it and just want me to fuck em'," He pouts.
"Oh, you poor baby," You laugh.
"I'm serious! I'm not even hard when they want me to stick it in. What does a guy have to do to get some foreplay around here?"
"Okay, I'm leaving," You joke, but he plants his hands on your hips and squeezes.
"Let's get back to it, yeah?" He changes the subject. You nod your head with a grin and sneak your hand into his shorts. "Oh!" He gasps in shock when you wrap your hand around him and take him out of his shorts to where you can just see his length.
"Oh, you're a big boy," You say, already feeling yourself start to drool. Of course his cock is huge, and of course it's beautiful. "So pretty, wow," You sigh and weigh it in your hand, loving the heaviness.
"Stop it," He says, flustered. "Y/N, we shouldn't do this here," He whimpers, even though his body betrays him and bucks into your hand.
"No? Who's going to stop me? I don't see anyone, baby," You egg him on. "You keep lookout, okay?" You say and immediately bend down to take him into your mouth.
"Oh, fuck," Harry moans. He had totally forgot about the possibility of people seeing the two of you, but he couldn't find a bone in his body that cared enough with the way you were sucking on him. His hands found your hair and guided you down on him gently. He tried his hardest to keep his noises at bay, but he's already noisy in bed, and it's you that sucking his dick, so he's hopeless. His moans are loud and hot- needy and whiny.
"You gotta keep that pretty voice of yours down unless you want everyone to know what we're doing over here," You say, jerking him off as you catch your breath. His dick twitches in your hand. "Oh, you would like that, huh? Let everyone know who Harry Styles really belongs to," You say slyly and press a kiss to his tip.
"You have to stop talking," He whines, hips stuttering as he tries to make your hand go faster.
"No, I think you do," You correct him and with your free hand, shove two fingers into his mouth. He gags for a moment before moaning around your fingers, sucking on them like a good boy. "There you go, sweet boy," You encourage him and flex your fingers against his tongue. You jerk him off quicker and move your fingers from his mouth, instead letting your hand rest lightly around his neck as you put your mouth back on him.
"Baby," He whines, almost sounding like a cry. Your hand caresses the side of his neck lovingly, working him through the pleasure. "Fuck- suck on my balls, please," He cries. Never has he asked for that during sex, but he has a feeling you're super into the naughty side of things. You immediately obey his command, despite you being the one in charge. You suck one of his heavy balls into your mouth and fondle the other one, using your free hand to jerk him off rapidly. "Y/N- I'm gonna fucking cum," He cries, his hips stuttering. "I want to cum on your t-tits," He begs.
"Yeah?" You ask, your voice raspy. He nods his head quickly. You quickly sit up and undo your bathing suit top without hesitation. You throw it to the side before leaning down and holding his big dick between your boobs. "Fuck my titties, baby," You encourage him, and he moans before sitting up and fucking his hips up. You help him by squeezing your breasts around him and moving up and down quickly. You stick your tongue out to lick his tip whenever you can catch it.
"I'm cumming," He groans loudly and starts shaking. He's stopped moving but you're still moving your boobs up and down over him. His cum is painting your breasts, and it's safe to say you've never seen anything so hot. Harry is utterly beautiful when he cums- unlike anything you've ever seen before.
"Fuck, look at you," You giggle as he starts to come back down to Earth. His dick is still twitching, and you remove your boobs from him before leaning down and kitten-licking at his dick to clean him up. He's whimpering in overstimulation as you, as gently as you can, tuck him back into his swim trunks. You're on the verge of saying something until you're suddenly being pulled up to sit on his lap, and there's a warm tongue lapping at your breasts and chest where his cum is. "Oh, good boy. Cleaning up your mess," You praise and run your fingers through his hair as he licks you up, clearly drunk on you with his eyes closed and lazy mouth.
"Fuck, thank you, baby," He whispers before kissing the skin between your breasts. He reaches to the side to retrieve your bikini top, and he helps you put it back on. "Let me eat your pussy," He begs, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes.
You laugh before answering him. "Not here, baby. It's getting dark," You answer while leaning your head in the crook of his neck. He rubs your back soothingly and nods his head against your own.
"Are you wet right now?"
"Of course I am, but think of how much better this would be in a bed," You offer.
"You sure? Positive you're soaking your bikini bottoms right now," He says and gives your butt a light tap. You blush and shake your head, beginning to stand up.
"Let's get back to the hotel, and we can do whatever. Does that sound good?" You ask, and he nods his head quickly.
"I swear, the walk back up from the beach is always the worst," Harry complains as you walk through the hotel doors.
"It also probably doesn't help that I just sucked your cock until your legs started shaking too," You say bluntly, and Harry chokes on his own spit.
"You-"
"Y/N! Harry!" Harry's cut off by his own mother's voice. Yours and Harry's eyes are wide as you come face to face with Anne and your mom.
"We've been looking all over for the two of you!" Your mother exclaims.
"Eh, sorry, mom. We just went down to the beach to watch the sunset," You explain, leaving out the details.
"Well, I just overheard from a few tipsy teenagers that there's a party up on the roof lounge, where the pool is. Doesn't that sound fun?" Your mom asks, and you internally smash your face into a wall. Your wetness is starting to collect in your bottoms, and it's getting uncomfortable.
"Harry?" You say, not even look at him. You shove his shoulder when he doesn't say anything.
"What- Oh! Yes, yes. That sounds great," Harry smiles, and now you internally smash his face into a wall.
"What?" You ask and finally meet his eyes.
"I-"
"Great! It will be good for you two to talk to people your ages. Also, Anne and I will be using your room for girl's night until you get back, so don't come back!"
"Wait-"
"Bye!" Your mom and Anne yell in unison and head up to presumably, your room. Your glare is set on Harry.
"I'm going to kill you."
"I didn't even process what she said until after I had spoke! Sorry if I'm a little distracted!" He pouts sassily.
"You promised you'd help me, and now we have to go to a stupid pool party with stupid people and pretend to have a stupid good time!" You complain and stomp away from him, towards the elevator.
"I'm sorry!" He apologizes and grips your wrist.
"I'm horny!" You whine back, getting a disgusted look by an elderly couple who descend from the elevator. You and Harry walk in, tapping on the roof button.
The doors are barely closed when, suddenly, Harry full-on drops to his knees, pulls your bikini bottoms to the side, spreads your legs, and presses his face into your crotch.
"Oh my God!" You exclaim and try to gain your balance. His face is properly shoved into your pussy, and he's moaning as if you're the best thing he's ever tasted. His head shakes back and forth, and he shoves his tongue into your sopping hole. You watch nervously as the elevator floors continue to rise until it's finally coming to a stop. The ding sounds and Harry quickly gets up, wiping his face, and steps out of the elevator. Your mouth is ajar, and your legs are slightly shaking. He doesn't even look back, just holds his hand out to you. You shyly take his in yours, and he walks the two of you out onto the roof.
You're quite spaced out from his scene, and it makes it hard for you to comprehend anything happening around you. You're snapped out of it when Harry presses a kiss to your temple, making you blush harshly.
"Sorry," You mumble with an embarrassed laugh.
"I'm about to drop to my fucking knees and eat your sweet pussy right here in front of all these people," He whispers into your ear. You mask your gasp with a cough.
"Shut the fuck up," You whisper back.
"Harry?" You hear an annoying voice call from behind you. You and Harry both turn around to find the girl who Harry had taken to your room with looking between the two of you with a glare.
"Oh, uh- hey..." Harry says quietly. You roll your eyes and start to walk away, but you feel Harry's arm wrap around your stomach. His large hand splays against your stomach and holds you to him.
"It's Sydney," The girl says blankly, clearly annoyed. "I thought you two weren't dating."
"We aren't," You clarify because Harry hadn't made it official yet by asking the big question.
"No?" Harry asks, pulling you tighter against him. "I just shoved my face in your pussy, and we're not dating?" He whispers in your ear, and you elbow his ribcage. "Not yet, then," Harry finally answers the gawking girl.
"Well, just so you know, he called me some other girl's name while we were together. You're not as special as you think," The girl, who's name you've already forgotten, bites.
"Yeah? Who'd he say?" You ask, pushing your ass roughly against Harry's crotch.
"I don't know. Y/N or something like that," She says, harboring significant sass.
You laugh. You bust out laughing in the girl's face, and it takes Harry basically dragging you away to settle down.
"Funny is it?" He asks, irritation clear in his voice.
"Oh, it's hilarious! Poor baby was dreaming of me," You fake pout at him and pet his head.
"Let's get in the pool," He quickly changes the subject. Harry pulls you to the pool, never letting his hands leave your body. You both step into the expansive pool and are delighted by the water's temperature. "Over here," Harry tells you, and you both swim to the pool's waterfall. There's a couple people in the pool, but nothing like how crowded you thought it was going to be.
"Harry, I can't touch over here," You complain. He looks at you for a moment before reaching down and circling his hands around your thighs to lift you around his waist. You circle your legs around him and run your fingers in his hair. He presses a chaste kiss to your jaw. "You know, you still haven't asked me."
"Asked you what, baby?" He asks.
"To be yours," You clarify.
"You know your mine just as much as you know I'm yours," He expresses and goes to kiss you, but you dodge him. He grunts in response.
"I know, but I want you to ask," You laugh.
"Yeah? You want me to ask you to be mine forever? To be my girlfriend?" He asks, kissing your throat.
"Yes," You breathe shallowly.
(I recommend turning on "I want you" by The Beatles at this point)
"Please, baby. Will you be my girlfriend?" He practically begs. You nod your head, giving him your best doe eyes.
"You my boyfriend now?" You basically purr, lightly ghosting your lips over his cheek.
"Yes, yes," He whimpers. He suddenly twirls you around so your back is pressed against his front. "Hold you breath," He says in your ear, and before you could question him, you're suddenly under water, and Harry is taking you through the waterfall to the hidden side. You can't even get a word out or wipe your eyes of water before you feel fingers slipping into your bikini bottoms and pressing against your clit.
"Harry!" You whisper-yell. He doesn't say anything in return, just slides two of his fingers into you without warning. You quickly wipe your eyes and hold onto him by the back of his neck. "Harry, people are on the other side of the waterfall. A-Anyone could swim back here and s-see," You pussy clenches at the thought, and you're barely able to form a coherent sentence as his fingers pound into you.
"Didn't care about that at the beach," He bites back, suddenly kissing you roughly.
"There weren't-" Kiss. "People-" Kiss. "At the-" Kiss. "Beach," You finally get out while his lips are still nailing yours. He bites your bottom lip, and you whine.
"Turn around," He says quickly, and you do. His fingers sadly leave you, and you turn in his hold, rubbing your crotch against his. You feel movement behind you, and you're about to question him, but you're suddenly halted when you feel the thick tip of his dick push past your entrance.
"Oh!" You moan, and Harry quickly cups his hand around your mouth. His cock is so big and fat that it's taking everything in you to not scream. He's pushing in slowly to make you feel all of him. Your hand reaches back to push at his hip, but he just groans in your ear. Once it's finally all the way in, and his pelvis is pressed against your ass, he unclasps his hand from your mouth. "What are you doing?!" Is the first thing you say, though you grind your hips back against him.
"M' sorry," He whines and bites down on your shoulder. "I'm gonna cum- Oh, God," He whimpers.
"You better fucking hold it," You bite, and you feel his arms encircle around your stomach and squeeze you tight to him.
"It's s-so tight and warm. Y/N- fuck," He cries.
"Hold it," You demand and squeeze his hip. "You're the one that stuck it in," You say.
"Couldn't wait. M' sorry."
"Just fuck me, yeah? I want my boyfriend to fuck me in a pool filled with people," You beg, and he nods into your shoulder. He pulls out almost to the tip before, as harshly as he can with the water in the way, snaps his hips into you.
As he starts to consistently thrust, one of his hands reaches down and rubs your clit to give you more pleasure.
"I'm not going to last long, baby," He whines.
"Me neither, it's okay," You reassure him and twist your neck back to kiss him. He moans, and his hips continue to thrust into you. "Stretching me out so good- fuck," You cry against his lips.
"Best pussy I've ever had- Oh, God," He groans. "I need you to cum for me," He begs.
"It's okay, baby- just cum," You assure him.
"No," He whines, but you can tell he's close. His hips suddenly stop, and his hand is roughly rubbing at your pussy. The pain mixed with pleasure drags you so much closer to your own orgasm, and you can't help but squirm in his hold. Once he feels as though you're close enough, his hips start again, though his hand never stops. "Cum, sweetheart. I'm gonna cum," He whimpers. You nod your head and smash your lips against his so neither of you make a sound.
The orgasm that hits you seems to never stop, and the same for Harry. His hips are stuttering against yours, and you have to drag his fingers away from your clit to get some relief.
"Baby, breathe," You whisper in his ear, and you feel his breathing start to calm back down.
"Oh my God," He laughs.
"Harry?" You ask.
"Yeah?" He replies.
"How do we get out of here?"
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Uma quente reconciliação | Harry Styles
AVISOS: +18, conteúdo adulto, brigas, possível linguagem agressiva. Harry não é famoso nesta narrativa.
N/A: Olá, queridas. Atualizando o blog com esse imagine fresquinho que escrevi há pouco tempo. já faz um tempo que busco escrever algo assim, mas estava passando por um bloqueio terrível, mas agora tudo parece ter voltado ao normal. me desculpem a demora, e espero que vcs gostem disso aqui. me perdoem qualquer erro. curtam, comentem, rebloguem para me ajudar e se quiserem, podem mandar asks falando sobre, ou até mesmo sugestões que eu vou estar respondendo assim que possível. gratidão a todas que estão relendo os imagines postados e até as poucas que estão comentando. vocês são incríveis! Gratidão pelo apoio de sempre. 💗
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No início de nosso relacionamento, Harry já era um homem muito ocupado com seus negócios. Ele sempre fora do tipo "viciado" em trabalho, já se esforçava muito para tornar a sua empresa reconhecida como é hoje. Então, meio que eu já me envolvi com ele sabendo que não seria fácil.
Não vou negar que tivemos algumas discussões por ele não ter tempo para mim no namoro. Mas eu não podia lhe cobrar muito, já que não éramos casados. E para ser sincera, eu não achei que fôssemos durar. Eu sempre gostei muito do Harry, me apaixonei de verdade principalmente depois de nosso convivência e ter lhe conhecido como o homem que ele foi (e é até hoje para mim). Era diferente estar num relacionamento com ele... Quando tinha tempo, ele se mostrava ser completamente diferente do que aparentava quando não éramos nada mais, nada menos que completos desconhecidos.
Por isso mesmo que quando veio o pedido de casamento, eu fiquei abismada. Harry pediu para casar comigo e aquela foi a notícia mais chocante que recebi na época. Eu imaginava que não duraríamos, porque, convenhamos, eu sou uma mulher extremamente carente. Tenho as minhas necessidades. E como Harry quase não tinha tempo nem para respirar, eu imaginei que ele terminaria uma hora ou outra, depois de entender que eu não era o tipo de mulher que ele precisava e estava procurando.
Eu aceitei me casar com ele. De coração aberto. Mesmo sabendo que ele sempre priorizou o trabalho. Mas, de alguma forma, eu comecei a acreditar que ele mudaria, que uma hora ou outra iria perceber que aquela rotina não faria bem para o nosso relacionamento.
Entretanto, não foi exatamente isso o que aconteceu.
E essa foi a razão que, há uma semana atrás, nos levou a uma discussão severa. Não somente por ele ser um viciado em trabalho, mas porque de uns tempos para cá, depois de um colega de seu trabalho ter tido seu primeiro filho, Harry vem falando muito nisso. Ele fantasia vários cenários com um bebê em seus braços, até me disse que eu ficaria linda grávida, carregando um filho dele em meu ventre.
O que não é completamente diferente dos meus pensamentos, até porque eu também quero ser mãe. Sempre quis. Mas não nessas circunstâncias... Poxa, Harry não tem tempo nem para mim, imagina para uma criança! O problema não é ele querer ter um filho, e sim o tempo que ele não me dá. Harry não me prioriza no nosso relacionamento (essa conclusão me dói muito a ser feita, mas é a mais pura verdade. Não adianta mentir para mim mesma), e ainda pensa em ser pai? Pelo amor de Deus.
Eu fiquei muito brava e me descontrolei.
Surtei horrores e disse a ele coisas que não vou me arrepender, pois não são mentiras. São verdades. Ele também ficou muito bravo e revidou, o que resultou na nossa briga e no fato de não estarmos nos falando há dias. Óbvio que eu estou com vontade de voltar a falar com ele, mas confesso que meu orgulho não me permite fazer tal coisa. Me dói muito ver o meu marido transitando pela casa e não me dando a mínima atenção, e uma maneira de me distrair dessa realidade é trabalhando também, mas a diferença entre nós dois é que eu trabalho de casa e dou a ele o meu tempo.
Achei que nos falaríamos antes da festa que ocorrerá na sede da empresa dele. Eu já tinha confirmado a minha presença, uma vez que é super importante aparecer ao lado dele lá. Há dois ou três dias estou em dúvida se realmente compareço à essa festa, mas até mesmo o Harry não comentou nada sobre, o que me deixa muito, mas muito triste.
Talvez eu esteja esperando que ele seja o primeiro a falar comigo, mas ao que parece, ele é tão orgulhoso quanto eu sou. O que, caso persista, pode acabar com o nosso relacionamento.
Harry continuou sem falar comigo. Passaram-se uma, duas, três horas antes da festa e quando chegou em certo momento, ele simplesmente saiu sem dizer uma palavra sobre.
Fiquei muito revoltada. E ao receber a visita de Katherine, uma velha amiga, ouvi-a comentar que se eu quisesse meu casamento de pé, deveria engolir o meu orgulho e dar o primeiro passo para a nossa reconciliação. Até porque eu fui grossa com Harry; entendo que ele é um babaca viciado em trabalho, mas talvez eu pudesse ter sido mais gentil nas minhas palavras, sem desvalorizar os sonhos do meu marido.
As palavras dela ecoaram na minha mente por bastante tempo, até que eu não consegui conter a mim mesma e simplesmente tomei a decisão de ir ao encontro do Harry. A minha presença seria muito importante, eu precisava estar ao lado do meu marido numa festividade como esta.
Escolhi um vestido na cor vermelha que, por sinal, é uma das cores preferidas do Harry. Ele nunca me disse isso, mas percebo pela forma como me olha quando eu uso essa cor, em qualquer momento. A peça uma fenda na coxa, o que deixa em evidência a torneamento da mesma; ao mesmo tempo, algumas tiras nas costas que são um charme.
Tomei um bom banho, fiz uma maquiagem que evidenciasse os meus olhos e coloquei o vestido. Como penteado, fiz cachos na ponta e lhe dei um pouco mais de volume. Ao terminar, me olhei no espelho e muito me agradou a imagem refletida nele; mas meu coração não abandona a triste sensação de estar sem falar com o Harry.
Odeio quando estamos assim. Mesmo que ele tenha agido por onde estivéssemos dessa forma, eu odeio ficar longe dele. Confesso que senti muito a falta dos seus braços me aquecendo à noite, porque eu mesma optei por dormir no quarto de hóspedes para não ter que dividir a cama com ele. Essa decisão, obviamente, eu tomei quando ainda estava muito, mas muito brava mas não me orgulho nada do que fiz.
Ambos erramos, mas hoje eu estou disposta a consertar as coisas.
Ao sair de casa, o motorista do meu marido já estava por ali e aceitou me levar até a empresa dele. Meu coração palpitava cada vez mais rápido, a medida que eu percebia que já estava chegando; minhas mãos suavam de uma maneira irritante, mas tentei manter a calma.
── Quer que eu te acompanhe até lá dentro, sra. Styles?
Tom indagou, muito educado. Eu olhei para a porta e vi os seguranças fazendo o seu trabalho, além do fluxo de convidados que estavam entrando e saindo dali. Eu queria ter coragem o suficiente para entrar sozinha, mas aceitei de bom grado a ajuda do motorista.
Ele estendeu seu braço para que eu me apoiasse e assim o fiz. Juntos, passamos pelas grandes portas. Cumprimentei os seguranças e eles até acenaram, surpresos por me verem ali.
Não pude deixar de perceber também a maneira como Diego, um deles, me encarou. Seus olhos me analisaram de cima a baixo e um meio sorriso pintou os seus lábios. Isso me deixou muito nervosa e sem graça, por esta razão tentei fingir que não notei que o descarado estava me secando cinicamente.
── Tudo bem, senhora? ── perguntou Tom, uma vez que estávamos dentro.
Olhei em volta e senti o peso de muitos olhares sobre mim. Minhas bochechas começaram a pegar fogo, e eu abaixei a cabeça, respirando fundo para tentar relaxar. ── Sim, Tom. Muito obrigada por vir até aqui. ── eu sorri minimamente para o rapaz que só assentiu, se retirando.
Nunca gostei de chamar a atenção, mas o destino cruzou o meu caminho ao de um homem que mesmo que queira, não consegue não chamar atenção de ninguém. Seja por sua beleza, ou postura. Irônico, não?
Caminhei alguns poucos metros em direção ao bar para tomar alguma coisa que me deixasse mais à vontade. Meu marido ainda não tinha aparecido no meu campo de visão, mas eu sei muito bem que será só uma questão de tempo até ele descobrir que estou aqui. As pessoas comentam muito.
Peguei uma taça de champanhe e tomei um longo gole, pegando uma outra logo em seguida. Estou muito inquieta, por isso meus olhos não param de voar por entre todos os corpos aqui presentes; porque quem eu espero ver é o meu marido, e não consigo. Onde será que ele está?
── Sra. Styles! Que prazer tê-la aqui! ── ouvi a voz do Sr. Hoffmann, um grande aliado do pai de Harry, mas não dele em si. O homem é muito bonito e desperta os ciúmes de meu marido.
Ele nunca falou nada sobre Apolo para mim, mas eu sei que não se sente confortável quando está perto de mim. Talvez já tenha notado os flertes nada discretos que este cínico lança a mim.
Mas o que me chamou a atenção foi ele ter me chamado de “Sra. Styles”. Ele nunca fez isso! Talvez esteja, de alguma forma, debochando da situação. ── Olá, Apolo. Te digo o mesmo! ── menti, obviamente. Mas não tirei o sorriso do meu rosto. ── Já faz um tempo que não te vejo. Estava fora da Inglaterra? ── indaguei não por interesse, mas para puxar assunto e não ficar somente aqui parada feito um poste enquanto meu marido está sei lá aonde.
Apolo abriu um sorriso e passou os olhos pela minha boca antes de responder: ── Por que o interesse repentino? Estava com saudades, querida? ── ele deu um passo a mais na minha direção e eu arregalei os olhos, completamente assustada porque por um momento, eu juro que achei que ele me beijaria.
── Não, eu só estava curiosa. Porque você ainda trabalha nesta empresa, Sr. Hoffmann. ── tentei me corrigir, porque não quero que ele pense errado sobre mim.
── Ah, não precisa fingir. Vi nos seus olhos que, de fato, estava com saudades. Por que só não admite? ── ele agarrou o meu pulso e fez menção de me puxar para mais perto, mas eu continuava me afastando.
── Apolo, eu-
── Acho melhor você tirar as mãos da minha mulher. Isso se não quiser ficar sem elas, Hoffmann. ── a voz do Harry irradiou o nosso "diálogo", o que fez com que ambos olhássemos na sua direção.
Confesso que meu coração quase parou de bater. Harry está vestindo um terno completamente preto e seus cabelos estão incrivelmente bem arrumados. Além do cheiro do perfume dele que eu poderia sentir há quilômetros de distância.
Apolo deu uma gargalhada e, antes de largar a minha mão, beijou a costa dela, mandando uma piscadela para mim. ── Ora, Harry. Não seja tão ciumento... Eu só estava cumprimentando a sua esposa, ela está maravilhosamente bela esta noite. Você tem que admitir.
── Se afaste dela, caralho. Eu estou ordenando! ── Harry murmurou de maneira rígida, se aproximando de mim rapidamente e me afastando do homem à nossa frente. Ele me pôs atrás de seu corpo e agarrou a minha mão, apertando-a sutilmente. ── Nunca mais se aproxime dela de novo. Se você fizer isso, garanto que o meu respeito e consideração pelo meu pai não me impedirão de te jogar no olho da rua. ── ameaçou-o, que ergueu o queixo e se aproximou dele, meio que o desafiando.
── Você não seria capaz. Trabalho nesta empresa há anos!
Em resposta, meu marido riu.
── Você acha mesmo? Pois então me desafie! Chegue perto da S/N mais uma vez e eu te chuto do último andar deste prédio, só pra me certificar que você não estará vivo ao alcançar o chão.
Ditas essas palavras, ele me afastou de Apolo e eu não me atrevi a dizer uma palavra, até porque estava processando tudo o que ele disse. Nunca vi o Harry dessa maneira, nunca o ouvi dizendo palavras tão duras.
Pelo menos ele nunca agiu assim comigo.
Caminhamos juntos até o elevador e eu notei quando meu marido pressionou o botão que nos levaria ao último andar, onde fica o seu escritório. Engoli a seco. ── O que está fazendo, Harry? ── eu perguntei, sem entender o que está acontecendo.
── Precisamos conversar.
Ao entrarmos na sala dele, eu fiquei muito mais tensa. ── Olha, Harry... Eu não vim aqui para brigar com você. Eu só queria-
── Eu não quero brigar com você, S/N. ── ele me interrompeu, justificando-se.
── Ah, não? ── fiquei até surpresa depois de ouvir tais palavras.
── Não. Eu só quero me desculpar com você, porque... Porque eu sei que errei. Não deveria ter te negligenciado. Eu sei que estou sendo um péssimo marido ultimamente e acredite, não me orgulho disso. Mas você sabe muito bem que eu tenho estado aflito com todos os problemas que estão me cercando nesta empresa nos últimos meses. A demissão em massa que sofremos me angustia até hoje porque ainda não conseguimos repor os funcionários que foram demitidos, está tudo uma correria. ── ele explicou tudo de maneira rápida e objetiva, me olhando nos olhos. ── Me perdoa, S/N. Eu sei que tenho sido injusto com você, e fui um grande idiota depois de propor a você filhos, mesmo sabendo que não tenho tempo para você.
── Harry....
── Não estou bem em ficar sem falar com você, mas porra, eu estava muito envergonhado. Com medo de que você possa encontrar alguém melhor, alguém como o Apolo por exemplo. Eu sei que aquele babaca é obcecado por você desde que pôs os olhos em ti, mas-
Quando o ouvi falar isso, eu neguei com a cabeça e me aproximei dele, com bastante cuidado. Harry está encostado na borda de sua mesa, e quando cheguei bem perto, coloquei as mãos no rosto dele e sorri minimamente. Sentir o calor do seu corpo no meu fez eu me sentir a droga de uma adolescente. Só então eu percebi o quanto senti falta deste homem. ── Não diga besteiras, Harry. Não fale uma bobagem dessas porque eu não quero o Apolo, não quero ninguém! Eu quero você, meu amor. ── disse baixo, sem desviar nossos olhares. ── Eu não quero estar com ninguém que não seja você. Foda-se esta droga de homem e a obsessão dele, aquele cretino não é e nunca será você.
Seus olhos brilharam ao me ouvir falar. Meu sorriso aumentou muito mais, e eu coloquei as minhas mãos em seu cabelo, o acariciando. ── Eu amo você, Harry. E quero passar o resto da minha vida do seu lado. Quando aceitei me casar com você, eu sabia que não seria fácil. Mas eu estou disposta a-
Não consegui ao menos terminar de falar, porque ele grudou nossos lábios num beijo completamente inesperado. Sua mão imediatamente foi de encontro a minha bunda e apertou com muita força, o que me fez arfar. ── Eu prometo que vou ser melhor daqui pra frente, amor. Prometo. Mesmo que esta droga de empresa esteja caindo aos pedaços, eu não vou mais te deixar de lado. Nunca!
Essa frase soou mais como uma promessa, uma promessa que me fez bambeou as minhas pernas.
Não consegui não ouvir aquilo e não o beijar mais uma vez. Enrosquei meus dedos em seus cabelos e os puxei com um pouco de força, ouvindo um gemido baixo vindo dos lábios do meu marido. Ele explorava o meu corpo sem qualquer pudor, suas mãos viajavam pelos vários extremos de mim, até que chegaram às tiras do vestido; ele as puxou, o que fez com que se desatassem e o vestido afrouxasse ao meu redor. ── Harry... O que você... ── tentei fazer alguma pergunta coerente, mas minha respiração desregulada só me fez parecer desesperada por ele.
E eu confesso... Talvez eu de fato esteja.
── O quê? ── perguntou ele, passando seus beijos para meu pescoço, deixando mordidas e selinhos por toda a extensão de minha pele. Essa atitude arrepiou o meu corpo inteiro, eu cheguei a tremer nos braços dele.
── Nós não podemos fazer isso aqui, eu-
Meu lado racional estava dando as caras, porque eu sabia que sentiriam a nossa falta, até porque o meu marido é o centro de tudo o que está acontecendo hoje. Mas Harry não se importa nem um pouco. Ele só sorriu e mordeu suavemente o meu lábio inferior..── Foda-se. Eu sou o dono dessa porra, faço o que quiser aqui. E se eu quero comer a minha linda esposa no meu escritório de novo, farei isso!
Quando ele falou isso, não restaram mais dúvidas: vamos foder aqui mesmo. E se ele não se importa, tampouco eu me importarei.
Estava ansiosa para tê-lo dentro de mim, mas queria brincar um pouco. Até porque faz tempo que não nos tocamos desse jeito, eu queria aproveitar. Abri o zíper da sua calça e puxei o botão, a empurrando para baixo junto com sua boxer; dessa forma, Harry ficou nú diante dos meus olhos. E eu não deixaria de encarar a sua deliciosa ereção, senti muita água na boca e quando pensei que poderia me ajoelhar e fazer o que sei de melhor, ele inverteu as nossas posições e me colocou sentada na sua mesa, que estava limpa, não havia nada a ser jogado no chão.
── Quero tanto sentir você na minha cara. Não sabe o quanto isso me fez falta, meu amor!
Ele meio que me jogou sobre a mesa e arrancou o vestido do meu corpo, jogando-o num canto qualquer. Meus olhos triplicaram de tamanho quando ele abriu as minhas pernas e deu início a uma série de carícias em meu clitóris, o que enviou choques elétricos por toda a minha corrente sanguínea. Gemi baixo em resposta, me contorcendo de tanto desejo. ── Porra, amor... Não me provoca, 'tô com tanto tesão, eu-
Sentia algum ponto em meu corpo doer tamanha a vontade que eu estava sentindo. Mas tudo o que Harry fez foi sorrir e me beijar a parte interna de minhas coxas, distribuindo algumas carícias naquela região; só acariciava suavemente o verdadeiro ponto onde deveria dar atenção. Ele queria me provocar o máximo que pudesse, mas eu não aguentaria. ── Harry, por favor! ── novamente me vi implorando, tentando me mover o máximo que podia para tentar induzí-lo a me tocar, mas tudo o que o bastardinho fez foi me imobilizar, me mantendo imóvel.
── Seja mais discreta, querida. Não vai querer que ouçam a gente aqui, hm?
O tom dessa pergunta foi totalmente debochado. Ele estava claramente se divertindo com a situação. De tanto eu implorar, ele levou seus lábios ao meu desejo e então, quase me fez gritar quando começou a me chupar de maneira ímpar, o que me fez delirar. Eu agarrei os cabelos dele e abri mais as minhas pernas, sentindo meu corpo inteiro pegar fogo, quando somada à sua língua que já trabalha a divinamente para me dar prazer, seus dedos foram introduzidos em mim e escorregaram com muita facilidade.
Harry não parou. Ele continuou e aumentou cada vez mais as suas investidas, sua língua deslizava por toda a extensão da minha vulva, seus dedos faziam mágica dentro de mim. A junção dessas ações me levariam à loucura, me perguntei diversas vezes como fiquei tanto tempo sem aquilo, como pude não sentir tanta falta disso. ── Harry! ── eu clamei por ele, e mesmo que tentasse ser discreta, era quase impossível.
Jogava meu quadril por diversas vezes em seu rosto, mas ele não me parou. Estava me sentindo tão bem que sequer parecia real, e cada vez que eu implorava por ele, gritava o seu nome, sentia como se fosse explodir. ── Porra, amor! Não para, por favor, por favor.... ── eu pedi no meio do meu desespero, empurrando cada vez mais a sua cabeça para o meio de minhas pernas. A sensação de êxtase só aumentava cada vez mais, eu sentia que estava chegando muito perto de um orgasmo.
Mas o maldito foi diminuindo a intensidade do que fazia, até que parou completamente e quando voltou a se erguer, olhei para o rosto dele e quase gozei mediante a magnitude da sua beleza. Seus lábios estavam vermelhos, assim como suas bochechas (estas estavam meio rosadas, somente). Ele abriu um lindo sorriso cínico, que é quase como se me dissesse — silenciosamente: "Vou te quebrar inteira agora".
E, porra, se esse canalha não me fizesse perder a força das pernas por pelo menos alguns segundos antes de sairmos daqui, eu com certeza permaneço sem falar com ele por um tempo. ── Por que você parou? ── eu perguntei, baixo e sem estruturas, porque sei exatamente o que vem agora.
── Eu quero foder você. Agora. ── me respondeu simplesmente, e grudou os nossos corpos, depois de me puxar pelas mãos para que eu voltasse a ficar sentada. Meus seios estavam descobertos e eu o vi encará-los como se fosse um animal faminto e dessa mesma forma, ele os abocanhou; enquanto chupava um, acariciava o outro e eu só conseguia sentir a minha buceta pingando cada vez mais, pulsando dolorosamente, o que me fazia choramingar e implorar para que ele me foda de uma vez. Sinto que se não fizer isso, eu vou morrer.
Me estiquei para tocar seu pau, sentindo-o rígido sob meus dedos. Comecei então a massageá-lo, esfregando meus dedos na sua ponta, intercalando entre movimentos que já sei que o excitam muito. E a sua resposta foi sugar com um pouco mais de força o meu peito; isso me fez gemer um "ah" meio doloroso, mas não me atrevi a pedir para ele parar porque estava muito gostoso. ── Amor... ── eu gemi baixinho, grudando ainda mais os nossos corpos, o trazendo para mais perto com as minhas pernas.
Inesperadamente, Harry me agarrou e me levou até a parede mais próxima, me jogando contra ela e dando uma sugada muito forte no meu pescoço, o que fez com que a pele ardesse. Eu gritei, mas não de dor; sabia que podiam ouvir a gente aqui, mas não conseguia pensar em mais nada que não fosse o pau dele entrando dentro de mim.
Harry aproximou seus lábios do meu ouvido, e, depois de lamber copiosamente a cartilagem desta última (me levando ainda mais à loucura). ── Coloca dentro. ── ele ordenou, e logo após isso se afastou para olhar em meus olhos. Ele sabia que aquelas palavras teriam um grande impacto dentro de mim.
Eu não ousei contestá-lo. Até porque o tesão que eu senti em ouvir ele me fazendo aquele pedido, seria capaz de me fazer desmaiar. Harry nunca falou aquilo, mas eu gostei; por isso mesmo o peguei e alinhei onde deveria estar, e não demorou para que ele empurrasse para dentro, arrancando suspiros roucos de nós dois. ── Caralho. ── eu resmunguei, tomada pelo prazer que essa ação me trouxe.
── Porra, eu... S/N. ── não demorou três segundos para que ele começasse a me foder, exatamente do jeitinho que sempre fez. Gemidos escapavam de meus lábios sem que eu os pudesse controlar; ao menos conseguia manter meus olhos abertos. Mas Harry odeia isso, ele sempre gosta de manter o contato visual em nossas fodas e dessa vez não seria diferente. ── Eu quero que você olhe pra mim, caralho!
Ele rosnou próximo do meu rosto e rapidamente eu abri os olhos, olhando diretamente para o seu par de esmeraldas, geralmente tão brilhantes mas não dessa vez. Seus olhos estavam escuros, e eu não prestei atenção somente nesses detalhes. Também vi que sua mandíbula estava travada e o suor já se fazia presente em algumas áreas de seu pescoço.
Eu fiquei ainda mais louca por ele. Se é que isso é possível.
── Harry, meu amor... Eu não- ── tentei avisar a ele que não conseguiria manter meus olhos abertos, mas não consegui falar nada. Ao contrário disso, olhei na direção do quadril dele, e a visão de vê-lo batendo contra o meu, a visão dos seus pêlos que ainda estão bem curtos (crescendo); gemi mais alto, agarrando-o pelos ombros e mantendo-nos dessa forma.
Estávamos tão unidos que eu sentia seu coração batendo, e estava tão, mas tão rápido. ── Não vou aguentar por muito tempo, Hazz. ── me justifiquei, até porque já estava deveras sensível pelo oral divino que ele me fez.
Bem como eu imaginava, ele não se importou. Muito pelo contrário, aumentou ainda mais as suas investidas e ainda gemia baixo no meu ouvido, ao mesmo tempo arfando. Ele grunhia de forma discreta, ao contrário de mim; somente eu devo escutá-lo dessa maneira. E isso é tão excitante quanto nosso sexo em si. ── Eu sei que você aguenta, amor. Você aguenta sim! ── rebateu, e novamente mudamos de lugar. Harry me levou para o sofá no canto da sala e me jogou ali, assumindo a sua posição acima do meu corpo.
O barulho dos nossos corpos se fundindo podia ser ouvido em alto e bom som. Eu me preocuparia de ser ouvida quando acabássemos, não naquele momento. Harry estava me fodendo tão deliciosamente, e foi aumentando mais ainda a intensidade. Sabia que ele estava chegando no seu limite, assim como eu.
Queria gozar junto a ele, por isso mesmo levei minha mão ao meu clitóris, o estimulando de uma maneira não tão precisa, até porque meus dedos estão trêmulos. Mas Harry adorou a visão, percebi pela forma como ele sorriu ao me ver fazendo aquilo. ── Caralho, amor. Eu esqueci a porra da camisinha! ── ele murmurou desesperado, mas não conseguia parar. Era sempre assim quando fazíamos sexo sem a droga do preservativo.
Por que é sempre mais gostoso?
Mas dessa vez vai ser diferente. Assim como ele, eu sequer pensei nas consequências. ── Foda-se. Goza dentro de mim, amor! Por favor! ── falando isso, eu de fato implorei. Meus olhos até chegaram a lacrimejar, se Harry ousasse sair de dentro de mim eu com certeza o mataria.
Ele sabia que não seria a melhor coisa a se fazer, mas não ousou parar até que ambos chegássemos ao nosso limite. Assim que aconteceu, ele repousou seu corpo sobre o meu e suspirou, me agarrando com muita força. ── Amor, eu te amo tanto. Talvez não seja uma má ideia colocar um bebê dentro de você. ── ele disse baixo, com a voz sonolenta.
Revirei os olhos. Não ousei falar nada sobre isso, até porque agora a minha ficha estava caindo, estávamos uma tremenda bagunça, como voltaríamos sem notarem que estávamos transando?
Mesmo que sejamos casados há muito tempo, eu ainda sou muito tímida quanto à minha vida intima com meu marido.
Comentei brevemente sobre o assunto com Harry, mas ao contrário de mim, ele não se importou. Muito pelo contrário. Agarrar um dos meus peitos e massageá-lo entre os dedos estava o distraindo completamente, de modo que só me mandou um: ── Ah, foda-se. Quem não transa hoje em dia? Se não gostarem, não posso fazer nada! ── como resposta.
Ok. Talvez isso tenha sido bastante reconfortante para mim.
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Dirty Book
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Summary: Your husband catches you reading another dirty book and doesn't enjoy you getting turned on without him, so he takes matters into his own hands and makes you forget all about your book.
Requested: Nope but my box is always open!
POV: 2nd
Word Count: 4.4k
Warning(s): M/F receiving oral, unprotected sex
The sound of the water pellets hitting the shower floor echoed throughout the bathroom and floated into your bedroom, a perfect background noise for your reading session. It was around 9:30pm (21:30) and you were currently laying in bed, snuggled up under your cozy, white comforter, reading a romance thriller- a book your best friend had insisted you read. This book was all over tiktok recently so you were excited to see what the hype was all about. Plus, you loved a good spicy book.
After dinner, you had taken an everything shower. You washed your hair, and your body, exfoliated, and shaved everything, as well as doing a face mask and your skincare routine. You lit one of your favorite candles to make the room smell sweet before snuggling under the covers to read. You loved the vibe that you were living right now- freshly clean, soft skin against your silky sheets, nose filled with the perfect mix of scents from your candle - raspberry nectar, iris petals, and airy vanilla - while you were snuggled under your soft covers, reading your favorite genre of book.
Your husband, Niall, had walked into the room not even 5 minutes ago, but you were so engrossed in your book, you didn't even acknowledge him. He head straight for the bathroom and turned on the shower. He came out only a few minutes later and you couldn't help but let your eyes snap up to watch him once you noticed he was completely naked.
You would be lying if you said the words you were reading hadn't made your thighs squeeze shut and your heart rate increase as you pictured you and Niall instead of the two main characters. He walked towards the dresser that sat right in front of your bed, ruffling through one of the drawers for something. You were so distracted by him that you hadn't even cared to notice what he was doing. The way his back muscles flexed with every movement he made, the countless number of freckles against his skin that you loved to kiss, and his perky bum cheeks that you never resisted grabbing whenever the occasion arrived. The back of him was so pretty and you wished you had admired it more over the years.
He lifted his head and your eyes flicked up to his in the faint reflection of the large, black tv hanging above the dresser. You made eye contact with those pretty eyes and couldn't help the blush that arose on the apples of your cheeks. His head flicked around to check if you were actually looking at him and his lips turned into a smirk when he noticed he wasn't just seeing things.
"Quit droolin'," he teased.
You rolled your eyes with a soft grin on your lips before finding the place where you left off in your book, getting lost in the pages once again. He walked back into the bathroom, closing the door behind him and you soon heard the glass door to the shower open and close, signaling that he had hopped in.
You weren't sure how long he was in there, but soon enough you heard the shower turn off and the only noise filling your ears was the words you read on the page. Niall had quickly dried off and done his basic skin care routine before walking back into your bedroom, not even bothering to put on any clothes. You hadn't acknowledged him, too engrossed in this spicy scene to want to look away even for a second.
He walked towards the end of the bed and climbed in between your legs, "'s dat one of yer dirty books?"
"Maybe," you grinned, peeking your eyes just over the brim of the pages to look at him.
He was fresh out of the shower, his hair still wet and his skin glowing from his skincare regimen. He didn't reply, he just pushed your shirt up to reveal your belly and rested his cheek against it, his damp hair cold against your warm skin. You continued to read your book and you felt his fingers play with the strings on your pajama pants.
"Don't like dat," he mumbled suddenly.
"Don't like what?"
"Don't like the fact dat yer gettin' turned on without me."
"'m not gettin' turned on," you replied, letting your book rest on your upper lip while peeking over it once again to look at him as he lifted his head to look at you.
"Oh really?"
"Mm mm," you shook your head.
"So if I took a quick peek, ya wouldn't be wet at all?"
"Nope," you hummed, popping the 'p' confidently.
He sat up and slipped his fingers past the band of both your pajama pants and your panties, tugging them down your legs. You obliged and lifted your hips to help him. Once he pulled them off each leg, he threw them carelessly onto the floor. You immediately closed your thighs, hiding your secret. He placed both palms on either one of your knees and urged you to open them for him, "Lemme see."
You didn't fight it, starting to feel more desperate for him to touch you by the second. You let your legs fall open, your stringy arousal now in full view for him. You watched his face transform as he admired you, a smug smirk curved onto his lips and his eyes slowly darkened with lust. His fingers immediately slipped through your folds, feeling and spreading your wetness.
"You fuckin' liar," he teased.
You hummed softly at his touch, your hips instinctively bucking up. He laid down on his belly and wrapped his right arm around your hips, now face to face with your throbbing center. You crossed your ankles around his shoulders, butterflies erupting in your stomach from excitement for what's to come. Using his left hand, he placed his callous fingers on your swollen clit, rubbing it back it forth.
You whimpered out his name softly, eyes fluttering shut. Your hips bucked up and he let his fingers move south, easily slipping a finger past your dripping entrance. He felt all around you, curling his finger up and finding that special spot just under where your clit was located. Focusing on that spot, he moved his finger in and out of you, hitting the spot with each thrust. You felt your orgasm slowly rising and the book getting looser in your hands, threatening to fall closed on the sheets beneath you.
Using his free hand, he spread you open for him before leaning down and wrapping his pink lips around your throbbing clit. You let out a pornographic moan, dropping the book onto the bed next to you, not even bothering to mark your page. Your hands immediately threaded through his dark, damp locks. He suckled on your bud, fingers moving in and out of you, hitting your spot with each thrust. You knew it wouldn't be long until you were arching your back and screaming his name.
No words were spoken between you two. He was desperate to get you off and you were desperate to get off. The only noises filling the room was your moans and the wet sounds of him working you towards your orgasm. He quickly slipped his fingers out of you, wrapping both hands around your hips and pulling you closer to him. His mouth watered at the sight of you soaking and swollen for him. He licked up your entire center before dipping the tip of his tongue into your entrance. He felt around your walls and your grip on his hair tightened.
Your arousal coated his tongue and he hummed against you, vibrations from his voice sending waves of pleasure up your spine. He pulled his tongue out of you and flicked the tip back and forth against your clit, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. With his free hand, he reached up under your shirt and grabbed onto your right breast, squeezing and kneading it. You quickly grabbed onto the hem of your top and pulled it up over your head, throwing it across the room and exposing yourself to him.
Keeping yourself sat up slightly, you rested your elbows on the sheets under you, supporting your body up so you could watch him. He glanced up at you and you made eye contact with those pretty blue eyes, an open-mouthed grin quickly growing on his lips. His hair was sticking up in every direction from your previous tugging and the scruff that perfectly lined his jaw tickled your skin. His calloused fingers were tweaking your nipple and your thighs were loosely wrapped around his head as he lapped at your clit, sliding the tip of his tongue all around it as he felt it throb against him. It was a scene you never wanted to forget. Just the sight of him could send you into a frenzy.
"Ya like dat?"
"Niall, oh my god," you whimpered, letting your head fall back onto your shoulders.
He chuckled against you, his breath warm against your burning skin. Grabbing onto your hips with both hands to keep you in place, he wrapped his lips around your clit once more and began to suck with the perfect pressure he's learned you love. You bucked your hips up into him, lifting your head to watch him again. This time, all you could see was a mess of brown hair between your thighs, causing your abdomen to clench.
Your moans got more frequent the closer you got to your orgasm and you both knew it would only be a few short seconds before you are thrown off the edge. You let your body relax on the bed again, your fingers immediately tangling through his locks and pushing him impossibly closer to you.
"Gonna cum?" he mumbled against you.
"Mhm," you whined, your face contorted with pleasure as you focused on your orgasm quickly approaching.
He used his left hand and stuck his middle finger and his ring finger past your opening, thrusting it back and forth, doing everything in his power to unravel that knot in the pit of your stomach. With his fingers hitting all your sweet spots and his mouth suckling your clit, your orgasm took over your entire body.
Pleasure filled every one of your senses, pulling you out of reality and putting you into your own universe. You never wanted this feeling to stop. Your back was arching off the bed, your toes were curling against his shoulders, your thighs were trembling against his head, your grip on his hair was tightening, and moans were continually spilling from your lips. He felt your warmth coat his digits and he slowed down his thrusts to milk out your orgasm. Soon enough your body relaxed into the soft sheets beneath you, your moans being taken over by heavy pants.
He licked you clean before slipping his fingers out and climbing up the bed to hover over you. He hovered his fingers in front of your lips and you opened your mouth, taking them in and tasting your release. You let your tongue slide in between his two fingers and bobbed your head once, twice, to give him a preview of what was to come. His eyes were locked on your plump lips wrapped around him, jaw opened as a groan escaped his throat.
"God, you're so hot," he hummed.
You giggled and he slipped his fingers out of your mouth, pressing both hands on the bed next to either side of your head to support his weight. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. They moved in sync, his tongue slipping out and asserting his dominance. You love that tongue, obviously, but especially when he kissed you. He did it so well and so gracefully, it was so sexy.
"I love you," you whispered against his lips
"I love ya too," he hummed back.
After catching your breath from your release, you finally gained back the energy to return the favor. You pushed him onto his back on his side of the bed next to you, getting ready to straddle him before hearing him grunt, "Ow."
He reached under his back and pulled your book out from underneath him, handing it to you with a facial expression to show you he wasn't impressed.
"Don't crush it!" you exclaimed, grabbing it from him and making sure the pages weren't bent before placing it on your bedside table.
He rolled his eyes teasingly and you straddled his lap, sitting perfectly so his hard member was in between your folds. He wrapped his hands on either side of your hips and you pressed your hands against his toned chest. You began to grind your hips back and forth on him, soaking him with your growing wetness.
Your hands slid up to cup his jaw as you leaned down and pressed your lips to his, kissing him passionately. Your hips were still mindlessly moving against him, the friction between you two sending light waves of pleasure across you.
"I wanna taste you," you hummed against his lips.
"Go for it, baby. Ya know I won't stop ya," he chuckled.
You grinned at him and pressed a few more kisses to his sweet lips before they trailed down to his jaw, his neck, his chest, and down down down until you were sat on your knees between his legs. You wrapped your hand around his already hard length and began to pump him in preparation. His swollen, red tip peaked out underneath his foreskin with each down stroke, precum oozing from his slit.
You pressed a sweet kiss to his tip before wrapping your lips around him, suckling gently. He lifted his head up to watch you as you came off of him with a soft pop and leaned down to the base of his shaft. You licked up the underside of him like a melting popsicle before taking him into your mouth, palm wrapped around what you could not fit in. Reaching down, he entangled his fingers through your long, brunette locks, pulling your hair into a ponytail and holding it out of your face. You began to bop your head up and down and you heard a groan leave his lips and his head falling back against the pillow underneath him.
He smelled and tasted so good. Being fresh out of the shower, the manly scent of his body wash filled your nose and the salty taste of his precum mixed with your previous arousal swarmed your taste buds. You hummed against him, acknowledging that he wasn't the only one enjoying this. You loved making him feel good. Being able to watch his stomach clench and his face twist with pleasure lit a fire in your abdomen. You were the one making him feel so good and you were the only one making him feel that good.
Flattening your tongue, you began to lick up the underside of him again. Your mouth watered for him, you were practically drooling over him; he was soaked, drenched in your saliva, but that's exactly how he liked it.
Paying attention to his tip, you began to swirl your tongue on the underside of him, your palm quickly pumping his shaft. He lifted his head up to watch you again, the sight of you on your knees for him being one of his favorite things to watch. Feeling his stare, you flicked your eyes up to his and came in contact with his usual blue ones darkened by lust. His jaw was lax and formed in an 'o' shape, his eyebrows were furrowed together, his stomach clenched each time your tongue drew a full circle around him, and a thin layer of sweat glistening his skin. You couldn't help the smile that erupted on your lips at the euphoric look of him, your tongue never stopping its movements around his tip.
Breaking eye contact, you wrapped your lips around him again and took him in. You moved your head up and down at a quick pace, feeling his grip on your hair tightening. You placed both hands on either one of his thighs and gripped him for stability as you relaxed your throat and took him deeper. The course patch of curls lining his pelvis tickled the tip of your nose each time you took him in and the moans that left his lips were like music to your ears.
"Fuck, Y/N, yer so fuckin' good at dis," he moaned and his words went straight to your center, your wetness growing.
After feeling your jaw begin to get sore, you wrap your lips around his tip, suckling it while your dominant hand pumped him at the pace you knew he loved. Your other hand went to cup his balls, massaging them ever so gently. You were doing everything in your power to get him to his orgasm. By the twitch of him in your mouth and the growing sounds of his moans, you knew it would only be seconds until he was pushing you away. And you weren't wrong.
"Mm, fuck, okay, okay, okay," he whimpered painfully since he wanted to cum, but he knew if he did, he wouldn't get hard again quick enough to be inside of you, "Wanna be in ya."
You licked your lips as you straddled his waist again, cupping his face and leaning down to kiss him. Your kisses were sloppy and desperate, moving in sync with each other. You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, biting it gently and pulling it back before letting it snap back into place. You sat back up and were about to reach down to position him at your entrance before he stopped you.
"Hang on," he breathed out, "'m gonna cum immediately if 'm in ya right now."
"You're too easy," you grinned at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing kisses on each freckle that lined his skin.
As you gave him a few minutes to cool down, you moved your lips back up to his. They moved leisurely against each other, your tongues entangling and causing the taste of each other to overwhelm your senses. Your painted fingernails ran through his damp hair while his bitten ones ran up and down your back slowly; a much slower and sweeter moment than earlier when everything was sexier and faster-paced. It wasn't long before he deepened your kisses once more, picking up from where you had left off.
"You ready?" you asked excitedly.
"Mhm," he nodded.
You sat up on your knees and positioned him at your entrance. You wasted no time before you slid down on him, taking all of him in until you were sat on his lap again. After watching him disappear inside of you, you looked up at him, both of your jaws slack. Giving yourself a few seconds to adjust to him, you purposefully squeezed your walls around him and watched as a groan left his lips and face contorted with pleasure.
You began grinding against him, the curls lining his pelvis stimulating your clit with each thrust. Hovering over him, you let both of your elbows rest on either side of his head. He placed his hands on your hips and helped you rock back and forth as you watched each other react to the euphoria that came with your bodies connecting. You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled down at him.
"You feel so good," you whispered, lips slightly brushing up against his with each thrust.
"Ya do too, baby. Don't t'ink I'll last long with ya lookin' like dis on top of me," he replied, one hand sliding up your body and cupping your breast.
You chuckled breathlessly and pressed your lips against his. Your lips moved in sync with his, tongues slipping out and caressing each other. You gently nibbled on his bottom lip, sucking it into your mouth before sitting back up. Placing both hands on his chest again, you began to move your hips faster against his, slightly bouncing on him.
The knot in the pit of your stomach began tightening as the feeling of his girth filled you completely and sent pleasure throughout your body. You could feel every vein, every ridge, every inch of him against your slick walls. His tip brushed up against your special spot with each thrust and you couldn't stop your teeth from sinking into your bottom lip.
You looked down between your connecting bodies and watched as his member disappeared and appeared. He was completely coated, glittering with your arousal. His fingernails were carving crescent-shaped moons into the skin of your thighs, sure to be deep enough for you to find tomorrow morning. Your breasts bounced with each thrust of your hips and Niall was in complete awe as he watched you above him. His gorgeous wife, completely naked above him, moving back and forth against his throbbing member, soft whimpers occasionally leaving her pretty lips, it was something he never ever wanted to forget.
Your thrusts began to get sloppy as you felt your thighs begin to burn in overuse. Soon enough the burn overpowered the pleasure. You stopped your thrusts and sat completely on him in a huff, "Can you spoon me?"
"Yeah, c'mere," he answered.
You climbed off of him, feeling unsatisfyingly empty as he slipped out of you. You lay on your side next to him while he lay on his. His back was pressed to yours and you lifted your left leg over his leg to give him easy access. He immediately grabbed onto his throbbing member and slipped it inside of you. Wasting no time at all, his pace was fast and hard. His arms were wrapped around you tightly as your body moved with each slap of his hips against yours.
His right arm was laying straight, his bicep acting as a pillow for your head. Using your right arm, you reached out and grabbed onto his hand, intertwining your fingers and squeezing him tightly as you moaned out his name, "Oh, Niall."
"Ya feel me deep, baby?" he asked, using his right hand to press on your lower stomach, feeling the repetitive movements of him sliding in and out of you.
Unable to form coherent words at this point, you moaned in response, your toes curling against his ankle. The pressure from his hand against your abdomen intensified your pleasure. Your orgasm was quickly rising again, your stomach clenching each time he thrust against your sweet spots.
Using the hand placed on your stomach, he wrapped his palm around your neck, sliding it up to cup your jaw and moving it towards him. You moaned as his lips connected with yours, opened-mouthed kisses shared between you two. He swallowed your moans, the vibrations sending goosebumps to arise on his skin. Your kisses were sloppy and desperate as you both chased your orgasms, straining for a release.
"I love ya," he grunted against your lips.
You replied in a delighted, breathy hum, "I love you too."
Sliding his hand down from your jaw, he cupped your left breast in his palm, kneading it as his thrusts sped up. He pinched your nipple between his index finger and thumb, twisting it, causing a whimper to leave your lips. Your walls mindlessly began squeezing around him, silently signaling him that you were close. You were so close.
"Gonna cum? Need ya t' finish first," he grunted in your ear.
"Mhm, touch me," you whimpered, grabbing onto the hand that was kneading your left breast and moving it to your throbbing center.
His calloused fingers quickly moved back and forth across your throbbing clit. The pleasure only heightened and you were bucking your hips into his hand, breath hitched in your throat. Your moans grew as your orgasm grew closer and you knew it would only be seconds before you were releasing on him.
"C'mon," he encouraged, "Know yer close. Lemme hear ya."
And just like that, the tight knot in your stomach unraveled and pleasure numbed your entire body from the tip of your toes to the top of your head. You didn't hold back your moans, you relaxed your throat and let him know just how good he made you feel. Your back was arched and your toes curled. His pace never slowed down as he carried you through your orgasm, your face scrunched up in pleasure. The feeling of your warmth engulfing him had him instantly releasing inside of you, coating your walls with his love for you. He buried his face into the back of your neck, your hair muffling his groans and the feeling of his warm breath fanned the back of your neck.
His thrusts slowed down as he milked out the last bits of your orgasms and soon, your moans were taken over by heavy breaths as you both came down from your highs. He gave you a sweet kiss on your cheek before getting up to retrieve a clean washcloth for you, a routine you both fell into once you got an IUD and stopped using condoms. You lay there with your eyes closed, feeling your heartbeat slow and your breath calm. You heard him turn the sink on and running water echoed throughout your bathroom. He soon turned it off and you heard his footsteps get closer to you.
Climbing on the bed again, he rolled you on your back and gently opened your legs. Still recovering from your powerful orgasm, you kept your eyes closed and he grinned at you, "Ya still wit' me, baby?"
"Mhm," you hummed delightfully, opening your eyes and looking at the beautiful man above you.
He wiped you clean with the damp washcloth, the lukewarm temperature of it against your burning skin giving you chills. After double checking you were all cleaned up and making sure none had dripped onto the bed, he walked back into the bathroom. He set the dirtied towel on the counter, planning to deal with it later before walking back into the room and falling onto the bed with a big grunt.
"Jesus," he breathed out in a chuckle, "I feel like I need t' take another shower after dat."
"Wanna take a bath?" you asked, looking over at him through your eyelashes.
"Sure," he replied quickly.
"Really?" you asked excitedly. Niall never wanted to take baths with you!
"Yeah, but only if ya add bubbles."
"I'll add as many bubbles as you want."
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Summary: You and Harry go on a vacation, the number of rooms gets mixed up and you end up in a honeymoon suite, even if you are not a couple, you will certainly use the bathtub in the middle of the bedroom.
WORD COUNT: 6,3K
Warnings: bad smut(my first time writing it so be gentle pls,),
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Harry had been working extremely hard lately. You haven’t seen your best friend in many days and had enough. One day, you came over to his studio and scolded him for always working so much. You knew how big of a toll took constant working and overworking on him, and you had enough.
You proposed a little getaway, and he agreed, under one condition. He would pay.
And that’s how you found yourself leaving on a two-week vacation to Italy.
The London airport was full of people. You and Harry were both extremely surprised, considering it was the middle of the week. You waited at the check-in for a few minutes, put your bags down, and immediately went through the security to get to the gate.
You sat down on the uncomfortable plastic chairs in front of it and looked at the clock. You had about 30 minutes before it would open.
“I’m going to get some water, do you want something?” Harry asked.
“Buy me something sweet,” you smiled up at him, and he nodded.
He walked off, and you tapped the screen of your phone, waking it up. You scrolled through your phone for a few minutes, before Harry came back, holding a bag of some candy you’d never seen before.
“Let’s try this one, I’ve never seen it before,” Harry called out, referring to the brand of the candy.
He sat down beside you, carefully opened the package, and offered you the bag, wanting you to go first. You plopped one into your mouth and smiled, to show that you were satisfied with the taste.
“Thank you,” you mumbled out through the food in your mouth.
“F’course flower, anything for you,” he kissed the side of your head, before he picked one of the candies, and plopped it into his mouth, as you continued to wait for your flight.
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About two and a half hours later, you successfully landed in Italy. The airplane ride was okay, you watched a movie on your phone, and were a makeshift pillow for Harry. You didn’t fly with him often, but when you did, you always ended up being a pillow for him.
You always teased him whenever he returned from an airport, asking how long he slept on the plane, knowing full well he couldn’t keep his eyes open even on the first hour of the flight.
As soon as the plane was high enough to open your seatbelts, Harry planted his head on your shoulder, mumbling something about his favorite pillow. You only chuckled, shaking your head. You continued watching the movie, knowing Harry was looking as well. You tilted your head and rested the side of it against the top of his head, nestled into the soft mop of hair.
In just a few minutes, you could feel his whole body rise and fall with the rhythm of his soft breathing, already sleeping. You gently took the blanket on his lap and tucked it around him, in an effort to keep him warm, in case he woke up cold.
You rested your head against his again, settling into his side, watching the rest of the movie.
.........
“Oh lord, it’s too hot here,” you flapped your hands around your face, as you got out of the plane, already feeling the hot weather get to you, even if it was only around lunchtime. You quickly took your baggage, and immediately left the airport in the back of a taxi.
The hotel you were staying at wasn’t very far from the airport, only about a 15-minute ride. The hotel was beautiful. It was built on a little cliff, overlooking the blue sea, with a large fence around it, to grant its guests the highest privacy possible.
The hotel, Marina, was mostly visited by famous rich people, who craved vacation, but also some privacy, and this hotel was something that offered it all.
The taxi drove you through the gate, all the way to the front entrance, where Harry’s friend, Milo, who owned the hotel, would be waiting for you, to check you in, and catch up with Harry.
The driver stopped and said something in Italian, which you couldn’t really understand. Harry tried to teach you some Italian, but you didn’t get far.
“Grazie Signore, ” Harry thanked him and opened the door, got out, and helped you out.
“What a gentleman,” you teased, and he grinned widely.
“You know it,”
He quickly opened the trunk, pulled out your luggage, and closed it again.
“Come on, I want to introduce you to Milo,” he ushered you into the hotel reception, mainly because he was extremely hot.
He wheeled your suitcases into the reception and greeted Milo by pulling him into a big hug. He said something, before he motioned towards you, ushering you to come closer.
“Miss Iris, such a pleasure to meet you, I’ve heard quite a lot about you,” he wiggled his eyebrows teasingly, and Harry slapped his shoulder gently.
“Come here, let me check you in, and get your things up,” he moved behind the reception desk, clicking away on the computer.
After a few moments, his eyebrows furrowed, as he typed more harshly.
“Aww man, I’m sorry, but something got messed up, I specifically said for them to reserve two rooms, but they booked the couple house for you,” He said apologetically.
“It’s okay Milo, really,” Harry waved his head, and you nodded, confirming that you were okay with that arrangement.
Even though you and Harry were close, you didn’t sleep in one bed very often. It wasn’t that any of you were uncomfortable with that, you just never really talked about sleeping arrangements.
Whenever you came over, Harry already had a bedroom ready for you, and you didn’t want to seem pushy and ask if you could sleep in one bed together.
Of course, on some occasions, you did sleep in one bed, for example, when Harry got so drunk he couldn’t stand on his feet properly. You were barely able to get him into bed, and into some pajamas.
When you went to leave to the guest room you claimed as your own, he pulled you back, making you sit beside him. He took your palm, and put it in his hair with the order ‘scratch my scalp’. No please no nothing, he just closed his eyes awaiting his scratches.
You did scratch his scalp, but when he finally drifted off, you were so tired, you hopped under his covers, and fell asleep immediately.
“I can see what we can do, but I’m pretty sure we are fully booked,” Milo looked on the screen.
“Hey man, it’s okay, it’s not like we are strangers, or we hate each other,” Harry laughed out, calming down Milo just a little bit.
“Okay, let me give you your keys, and help you up,” he handed you the two key cards, leading you outside of the hotel.
You walked through the very impressive garden before you got to a secluded part with one beach house-looking building.
“One of our most recent additions, you are the third ones using this baby,” Milo smiled proudly, clearly happy about the beautiful house.
“It has everything, a sauna, its own private pool, hot tub, and also, its own private beach.” He clapped his hands. Your mouth hung open. A private beach? How is this possible? This was too good to be true.
“When I bought the plot to build the hotel, it also came with a little beach which was secluded from everything, we used it for private events, but when I had the idea for the couples house, it was very natural to connect the private beach with it as well,” he explained, as he led you down a little concrete path under palms, and trees towards the beach.
It was very close to the house, only a 3-minute walk. When you got there you realized Milo was right, it really was a private beach, surrounded by rocks, which granted you nearly an infinite amount of privacy.
“The tides don’t get big here, so it’s always safe to swim, just don’t go too close to the rocks, just in case,”
You immediately took your shoes off and went to dip your feet in the water. It was very warm, just the right temperature, not too hot, but cold enough to bring down your body temperature.
You slashed your feet in the water, getting lost in the beautiful sound of small waves hitting the shore when you felt a hand wrap around your shoulders.
“What do you say?” Harry asked.
“I’m amazed, I just wonder how you got us into a place like this on such short notice,” you wrapped your arm around his waist and leaned against him.
“Let’s see the house,” Harry pulled you back into the shadow of the trees in the garden and led you back towards the house. You walked beside each other quietly, breathing in the air filled with the smell of the beach and sea.
Harry pulled out his keycard and swiped it against the reader beside the door when you arrived back at the house. The reader beeped, and the door opened up.
The cool air of the small hut, caressed your face as soon as you walked into the hallway, and you sighed in pleasure. As much as you loved summer, the heat got pretty annoying very quickly.
You looked around the room you found yourself in. The soft green color on the walls looked calming and complimented the furniture and accessories of the room.
There was a little closet for suitcases, and shoes beside the door, as well as a little wooden bench, to sit on beside the closet. On the opposite wall, there was a circular mirror, and a few framed pictures of the Italian countryside, beaches, and the coast.
From the hallway, you walked through an archway into the kitchen, connected to a living room.
The kitchen wasn’t very big, considering you aren’t supposed to cook there. The living room, on the other hand, was bigger. There was a large tv on the wall, right in between huge floor-to-ceiling windows, looking into the garden. The cloud couch in front of the tv was a light brown color, with light green pillows, and a few blankets, for the occasional colder nights.
“What d’you say, do you like it?” Harry asked from behind you, as he brought in your suitcases.
“It’s so beautiful, I love it,” you gushed, as you glided your fingertips over the smooth wood of the dining room table in the kitchen.
“Let’s check out the bedroom,” Harry wiggled his eyebrows and walked towards the only double door in the room.
He opened it up dramatically and gasped in amazement.
“Hope you can keep your eyes closed when I shower because the only place where I can do that is in the middle of the bathroom,” he called, and you rushed into the bedroom.
The sight in front of you shocked you. The bedroom was very spacious, with skylight windows above a little reading corner, tucked away in a private corner of the room.
The bed was massive, with bedposts, and canopies in the color of sage falling from the tops of them.
“God, the bed looks so comfortable,” you groaned out, and fell on top of it, bouncing a bit at the impact.
You looked up to see Harry checking out the bathtub in the middle of the room, surrounded by a soft fluffy white carpet.
“That’s a bit weird, isn’t it,” you asked.
“Well, not for couples, I feel like if you went on a honeymoon here, you would actually appreciate it. There is also a shower in the bathroom, but it’s open, so you won’t have much privacy,” Harry pointed towards the opened doorway to the bathroom.
“At least the toilet is closed off,” you mumbled to yourself.
“We can figure out some regime, it won’t be a problem,” Harry smiled, and you nodded at him. You stood up from the bed and walked towards your suitcase.
“Do you want me to unpack your stuff too?” You asked sweetly, as Harry unpacked his laptop, and plugged in the charger.
“Please, that would be so nice, I need to answer some emails before I can get fully into the vacation mode,”
“Okay, which half of the closet do you want?” You asked.
“Whichever you give me Flower,” he mumbled, already typing away on his computer.
The unpacking didn’t take longer than 20 minutes. You unpacked your clothes first, hung your dresses on the hangers, put your shoes into the closet in the hallway, and put your hygiene stuff into the bathroom.
Whichever space was left, was filled up with Harry’s clothes. You stuffed your empty bags and suitcases into the hallway closet and put both of your pajamas under the fluffy pillows.
As you placed the pillow on Harry’s pile, Harry snapped his computer shut, and cracked his back.
“Done?” you asked surprised, initially thinking it would take him longer.
“Yes, I’m all yours now flower,” He smiled.
“What should we do? Do you want to go to the beach, or go explore the gardens for a bit?” Harry questioned. You thought about it for a bit.
“We should go to the gardens, and go swimming at the sunset, would be romantic, don’t ya think?”
“Let’s go then lovie, I want to see the new volleyball court Milo told me about,” Harry took your hand in his, and led you outside of the hose through the patio.
You walked through the gardens hand in hand, looking at the pretty plants, green grass, and watching the birds in the trees.
“I’m so glad we are here,” you confessed, as you walked around the large pool with many colorful waterslides coming into it.
“Me too, we both need this,” Harry smiled.
After many weeks, this was the first time you two were alone, without distractions or work getting between the two of you.
“I missed you, you know?” You grabbed his upper arm and continued walking even closer to him.
“That’s why we’re here my flower,” He smirked, making your heart beat a tiny bit faster.
“I wanted to check out the pool, there should also be some new water slides they got in just a few months ago,” Harry explains excitedly, as he pulls you towards the main pool of the hotel.
It was enormous, with a deep part for people who want to swim, a shallow part for kids, and people who just want to lounge around. On the furthest end, there were about 5 pairs of the most colorful waterslides. Some were smaller, only for kids, but some were very steep and scared even you.
“You will go with me, right? At least one ride,” Harry did his puppy eyes, and you couldn’t resist.
“Fine, but don’t try to get me up there more than once,” you rolled your eyes.
He fist-bumped the air, and grabbed your hand again, pulling you towards the poolside buffet, to see what they have to offer.
You weren’t hungry, but Harry was. He ordered some grilled meat, and vegetables, and you sat on the patio, overlooking the large pool.
“This place is gorgeous, I don’t think any other vacation will top this,” You sighed, as you looked around.
The sun was shining, and it would’ve been too hot if you haven’t changed into more airy clothes.
“Well, I certainly hope so,” Harry smirked, as he plopped a piece of grilled cukkini into his mouth.
He finished eating, and you walked around the gardens for some time. As the sun started to set below the horizon, you decided to watch the sunset on your little private beach.
You got there just a few minutes before it completely disappeared below the sea. You took off your shoes and placed them on the sand. You walked into the water until it was at the edges of your dress, which ended above your knees.
You opened up your camera on your phone and snapped a picture of the sun setting, the place where you stood making it look like it set right between two tall rocks. Even after the sunset, the sun rays still lit up the beach you were standing on.
You were calmly listening to the waves crashing against the sand on the land, and the cicadas starting to make their night music. You closed your eyes and took all of that in.
You didn’t even see that Harry took his phone out, and snapped a few pictures of you, a big smile playing on his lips.
You came out of the water after a few minutes, sitting on the sand beside Harry. You laid your head on his shoulder and sighed out happily.
“This vacation is going to be so awesome,”
“I know my Flower, gonna make it the best I can for you,” Harry whispered out, and kissed the side of your head.
You stayed like that for a few more moments, basking in each other's presence, and catching the last few minutes of heat, before the colder weather would come and the pesky mosquitoes would start buzzing around.
Harry went to say something when he heard a quiet snore come from your mouth. He moved his shoulder a tiny bit, just to see if you were still conscious, you weren’t. He gently took a hold of your head and stood up.
Breathing out a harsh breath, he picked you up and started to walk in the direction of your little vacation home.
He walked through the little path, careful not to stumble, and wake you up by accident. Carefully maneuvering through the large leaves overgrowing the borders of the path, he walked closer, and closer, your shoes dangling from three fingers of his left hand.
You shivered in his arms, cold from the sudden temperature drop.
“It’s okay Flower, nearly there,” he mumbled, as he tried to walk a bit faster. You snuggled your face into the crock of his neck and sighed heavily. You threw your hand over his other shoulder, and tangled your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck.
“M’cold,” you mumbled out against his neck. The action sent shivers down Harry’s spine.
“Sorry Flower should’ve wrapped a jacket around you,” he whispered, and squeezed you closer to his body, trying to warm you up.
“You are so good to me, do you know that?” You smiled and scratched the nail of your index finger down the side of his neck. Harry let out a soft gasp, and you giggled sleepily at his reaction.
“Y-Yeah?” He asked visibly flustered.
“Yeah, always take such a good care of me, always so, so nice,” you yawned and rubbed your eyes with your left hand.
“Close your eyes for me Flower, rest for a bit,” he mumbled into your hair and kissed your forehead. You nodded sleepily and closed your eyes. In just a few seconds, you were asleep again, and Harry had time to calm down his beating heart. You made his heart do flips whenever you complimented him. It happened quite often, but this kind of closeness was very new for the both of you.
Harry opened the patio door with his foot, and walked in, careful not to bang your head against anything. He carried you into the bedroom and plopped you on the huge bed so you were laying with your head on the left side of the bed and legs on the right side.
You flinched in your sleep, before you scratched the tip of your nose, and turned to your left side, facing the headboard. Harry gently picked up the pajamas from under your pillow and placed them into a pile right beside you.
“Come on petal, wake up, you need to get your dress off,” he nudged your shoulder, and you raised your head to look at him, with a deep frown on your lips.
“Why did you wake me up?” You whined sleepily, immediately taking off your dress, and flinging it in his direction.
You took off your bra, and dropped it to the floor, before quickly putting your pajamas on, and slipping under the covers.
Harry stood just a few meters away from you, mouth wide open from what he just saw. He knew you had a nice body, but he never thought he would get to see you bare, not in a situation like that at least.
Your happy sigh brought his mind out of the gutter and took his pajamas from his pillow as well. He quickly changed into them, back turned towards you, trying to hide the tent in his boxers.
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You woke up to the doors of the bedroom closing. You patted the spot beside, just to make sure Harry was gone. He went on his usual morning run, and you couldn’t believe he wanted to go on a run in hot weather, on the first day of your vacation.
You stretched your arms above you and your back cracked pleasantly. Your eyes traveled around the large room before they landed at the bathtub in the middle of the room. You smirked to yourself, and scrambled out of the bed, to find some bubbles, and make yourself a nice bubble bath.
You knew what your yesterday’s change into pajamas did to Harry. Even though you were pretty sleepy, you weren’t blind. You saw the large tent in his pajama pants and later heard him let out the quietest whimper when he laid on his stomach right beside you. You also heard him stand up, and go to the toilet, most likely to get off. It would be weird if he was doing something other than getting off when you heard the quiet pants of your name.
Even though you didn’t have much experience in the relationship department, you were also not dense. You stayed up, long after Harry comfortably fell asleep, going over your interactions together. You realized that he might have some kind of feelings for you too.
You stripped down from your pajamas, and sat in the mountains of bubbles, purposely forgetting to bring spare clothes, a towel, or a robe closer to the bathtub.
You looked at the time on your phone before you placed it on the little table beside the tub. You had about 20 minutes. Harry’s morning runs were always shorter, but more challenging, considering he usually woke up just 10 minutes before he went out.
You splashed around in the bubbles, scooping them up, and rubbing the foam on your arms, acting like you were in a luxurious spa, being pampered.
Around 23 minutes later, Harry came back from his run. He walked into the bedroom, and nearly choked on the air in his lungs when he saw you in the bathtub surrounded by the bubbles.
“Hey Haz,” you smiled up at him and waved your hand, a bit messy from the bubbles.
“Hello my Flower, what are you doing, I thought you were still sleeping,” he said meekly. You sat up a bit, your nipples almost coming up to the surface of the water.
“I was kind of sweaty, I decided to take a bath, I hope you won’t mind,” you blinked up at him innocently.
“Well, how does it feel?” Harry raised his eyebrows and strode closer towards you. He crouched down right beside you and dipped his hand into the water.
You were sure he was close to your naked skin, just a few more centimeters, and he would touch the smooth skin of your thigh, making you hold your breath.
He took the hand out of the water and wiped it against his running shorts.
“Pretty nice actually,” you breathed out, coming back to reality.
“You okay? You seem a bit out of breath Flower,” Harry teased, and you nodded with wide eyes.
“Do your thing then, I’ll go to shower,” Harry stood up and left into the bathroom.
As the shower turned on, you let out a large breath of relief. You didn’t think you could handle the burning sensation between your legs, caused by Harry’s close proximity.
You washed off the large number of bubbles, before you got you, and wrapped yourself in a towel. You sat down on the bed, leaving a trail of occasional drops on the floor. You sat down on the sheets and picked out moisturizer from your bedside table.
You started with your hands, massaging the cream into your flesh, all over your hands. Your neck and chest were next, as you carefully put the cream on, careful not to dirty the towel.
As you were lathering up your legs you heard a loud sharp breath intake, coming from the other side of the room. You looked up, eyes meeting Harry’s green ones. He looked all over your body before he stalked towards you.
“I thought you were going to be there for a bit longer,” he said with a shaky voice.
“It got cold,” you shrugged, as you continued to put the cream on your knee.
“Do you need help with the back?” Harry blurted out, cheeks red and eyes wide.
“Yes, that would be great,” you smiled as you turned your back towards him.
Harry got into the bed and sat down behind you. You could feel his breath on the back of your ear, which made you squeeze your thighs together.
Before he could say anything, you dropped your towel from your upper half and it pooled around your middle.
“O-okay, give me the bottle please,” A very flustered Harry ordered, and you obeyed, handing him the bottle.
You could hear him open the bottle, squirt some moisturizer on his palm, and close it once again. He rubbed the lotion between his palms, just to warm it up a little before he lathered it onto the skin of your back. He massaged it into your skin, palms sliding all over your back, making your breath quicken with his every single movement.
Harry continued spreading the lotion all over your back, occasionally brushing the side of your breasts with light teasing touches.
“The lotion smells nice, is it the one I brought you from Japan?” Harry asked, trying to break the tension clouding the space around the two of you.
“Yeah, it does wonders to my skin, you have to bring back some more when you go back,” you mumbled out, mind clouded with bliss and lust from Harry’s light touches.
“Maybe we can go together the next time,”
“Maybe,” you sighed.
He continued to rub your back for a few more moments before he leaned back.
“Wait noo, rub my back some more please, it felt so good,” you mumbled, not wanting the touches to end.
Harry shook his head and placed his hands back on your back. He continued to massage your back, fingers gently dancing over the skin.
You could hear Harry’s breath quicken and feel his hands get more adventurous and sneak more and more to the front of your body.
As his pointer finger brushed the underside of your breast you purposely let out a breathy whimper and Harry’s movements completely stopped.
“Feels so good Haz, please, more,” you whispered out as you leaned back against his chest. You could feel his body shiver and tense and you smiled to yourself.
“I think this is where we should stop,” He whispered out and moved his hands away from you. You grabbed his wrists as they moved away from you and gently placed his palms on your breasts.
“Why stop Haz, don’t you want this?” You breathed out, fully knowing this was exactly what he wanted.
“God, Flower, you can’t do this to me, of course, I want this,” He breathed out against the side of your head as he kissed your cheek gently.
“Then take it, I need it so bad love, so, so bad,” you whined out against his neck and that broke him.
He squeezed your breasts in his hands and you moaned out his name, back arching upwards from the pain. You tilted your head away from him, leaning it against his shoulder, and showing him the full skin of your neck. He bent down to your neck and placed a kiss on the skin before he sucked on the skin roughly.
“Waited so long for this my love, so fucking long,” Harry groaned into your neck before he continued to place kisses and love bites all over it.
He filled all of you, every one of your senses could feel him. His skin underneath your fingertips, his groans in your ears, the smell of his freshly washed curls filled your nose and the vision of his concentrated face made the pleasure feel a thousand times better.
Harry gently rolled your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger, which made you arch your back more than before, the pain of the action feeling pleasant.
“That good baby, doesn’t hurt too much?” Harry mumbled against your face and you nodded as a whimper escaped your lips.
Harry stood up, on his knees, the towel which hung from his hips barely holding on, and laying you down on your back. You could feel the soft sheets underneath your back, caressing the skin of your back.
“Lay down for me, let me take care of you,” he mumbled and bent down to your chest. He took your right nipple into his mouth and gently sucked on it. You threw your head back in pleasure, trying to hold back a loud moan that almost escaped your mouth.
You felt his featherlight touches trail from your stomach to the edge of your towel, still clinging to your hips. He hooked his fingers around the towel and gently pulled it away from your body.
“Is this okay? Tell me if you want to stop love,” Harry stopped pulling and looked into your eyes. You moved your hands to hook behind his neck and pulled his face towards yours. You smashed your lips against his, gently kissing him.
“Don’t want to stop, want this more than anything,” you whispered against his lips when you slowly separated. Harry nodded, gently smiling, and returned back to pulling the towel away from your hips.
The slightly cold air of the room made you shiver as Harry dropped the towel to the floor. Harry pulled back a bit, letting his eyes wander all over your naked body.
Feeling shy all of a sudden, you covered your face with your hands as you looked away from the beautiful man in front of you. He grabbed your wrists and pulled your hands away from your face.
“Don’t hide your pretty face, you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life, please don’t hide from me,” He whispered and placed a kiss against your lips again.
You kissed for a while, gently touching and rubbing each other’s skin. You could feel Harry’s hand slowly moving downwards, in between your legs.
All air left your body as you felt Harry spread your lips and gently run his nail over your clit. You shuddered out a breath, your body shaking at the foreign feeling.
“Let me taste you, love, will you let me?” Harry whispered into your ear as he kissed right below it. You nodded with eyes blown wide open, anticipating what was coming next.
You could feel Harry’s soft lips leaving a trail of kisses on your skin as he moved down your body. He kissed around your lower stomach, biting at the flesh and painting it dark before he moved even lower. He spread your thighs a bit and laid comfortably between them.
You let out a breathy laugh as you felt Harry kiss and suck around your inner thighs. You looked up to the ceiling, breathing out and trying to get rid of the nerves you were suddenly feeling. You were so in your head that you didn’t even realize Harry stopped to look at you.
“Ow,” you jumped a bit as Harry nipped at the sensitive skin of your thigh.
“Is everything alright love?” Harry asked worriedly.
“Yeah, just a bit nervous, no one has ever done ... that, to me” you trailed off, cheeks heating up.
“Nothing to be embarrassed about, everyone has to start somewhere,” he kissed your thighs and rubbed your sides gently as he soothed your worries.
You opened your legs a bit wider, settling back into the comfortable mattress beneath you.
“Tell me to stop and I will yeah? One word is enough,” He said, getting the signal that you want to continue.
Your whole body shivered pleasantly when you felt Harry’s hot breath on your clit. He ran his pointer finger between your folds, testing out how sensitive you were. He licked your clit slowly, making you shudder.
“Already so wet for me,” he whispered against you, as he spread your wetness from your sex to your clit. Harry lapped at your clit, gently scraping his teeth against the sensitive skin, not enough to hurt, but enough to shoot sparks of pleasure through your body.
You let out a loud moan, not being able to hold it in anymore. Your hand flew to your mouth, trying to muffle the sweet sounds escaping you. Harry grabbed your elbows, pulling your hands down, towards him. He took your hands and put them on top of his head, tangling your fingers through his curls. He smiled against you, pleased with the new position of your hands.
Now that he was pleased, Harry slowed down his pace, taking his time to properly lick into you. If you weren’t paralyzed with the pleasure you felt, you would laugh at him.
You were pretty sure that he actually enjoyed it more than you. With his eyes closed, he slurped and licked as if you were his last meal as if he was a starving man.
He groaned from time to time when you tugged on his curls harshly when the movement of his tongue felt exceptionally good.
“God, you taste heavenly, can’t get enough of you,” he spoke against you, the vibrations making you gasp out and tug on his hair again.
Harry trailed his fingers from your thigh towards your lower belly and pushed down. The pace of his tongue quickened as he sucked and licked over your clit.
The pleasure was starting to become too much, your senses slowly ceasing to work. All sound in the room became a buzz in both of your ears, your vision blurring and soon going black.
You’ve never felt something like that before. It was like an out-of-body experience and you were sure your soul left your body for a few seconds at some point.
Pure pleasure filled your body as you reached your climax, your mouth opening up in a silent scream and your thighs closing around Harry’s head. Harry said something, but you were too deep in the pleasure, the ringing in your ears not allowing you to hear what he was saying.
You were sure you passed out before you felt soft fingertips rubbing your thighs, trying to stop your body from shaking.
As you came down from your high, your vision sharpened and you could suddenly make out the patterns in the wooden planks on the ceiling. The buzzing in your ear stopped, instead, being replaced by the sound of Harry’s soothing voice, trying to bring you back down to earth.
“Did so good for me, Flower, you were so good,” He stroked your cheek with one hand. You looked up at him with an exhausted expression, smiling sleepily.
“That was like the best orgasm of my life, how d’you do that?” You asked and Harry chuckled.
“The magician never reveals his tricks, sorry love, you have to see the performance again if you want to know,” he teased and you hit his naked chest jokingly.
“Stay here, let me take care of you,” He kissed your forehead and scrambled off the bed, and rushed towards the bathroom. He came back a few moments later with a wet towel and a fresh pair of boxers on him.
“Open your legs up for me flower, need to clean you up,” he gently ordered and you complied, opening up your legs.
You hissed as the warm towel brushed against your sensitive clit and jerked away from the rough texture.
“Shh, I’m sorry but this has to be done, don’t want you to get sick,” Harry cooed as he squeezed your hand which laid beside you.
He brushed the towel between your legs a few more times before he helped you to sit up and drink some water from the minifridge at the other of the room.
“That’s it, we are almost done, need you to go to the toilet love, we can get some rest after that yeah?” Harry spoke gently as you tried to focus. He picked you up gently and moved towards the bathroom.
“I’m gonna put you down love, and let you do your business when you are done you can call for me if you want, I’ll change the sheet in the meantime, you made a mess,” he smiled, and gently placed you to the ground. He waited, with his arms still around you, to see if your legs worked properly again before he left to quickly change the wet sheet.
“Haz,” you called out a couple of minutes later. He came crashing into the room just a few seconds later.
“You okay love, do you need anything?” He asked with wide eyes and you giggled at his reaction.
“Yeah, just want you to carry me back, I don’t think I can walk back,” you chuckled. Harry skillfully scooped you up and carried you into the bed bridal style.
He dropped you on the bed, the fresh sheets inviting you in. You snuggled into the pillow underneath you and you closed your tired eyes.
“Come here my pretty flower, let me put a shirt on you, so you won’t be cold,” Harry walked closer to the bed with one of his big shirts in his hand. You sat up against the headboard and he helped you to get the shirt on by putting it over your head. You stuck your hands through the sleeves and slipped underneath the covers.
Harry walked around to get to his side and hopped under the covers as well, shuffling closer to you so he could wrap his arms around your body from behind.
“What time even is it?” You asked, yawning.
“Only about 8, we woke up quite early. We can nap and wake up for the lunch,” Harry said and peppered sweet kisses into your hair.
“What should we do for the rest of the vacation if we jumped on each other on the first day?” You asked, rubbing Harry’s knuckles.
“Well, there are many more things I could think about,” Harry whispered as he ground his hips into your ass jokingly.
“Stop that, I want to sleep,” you slapped his shoulder jokingly, and snuggled deeper into the pillow below you.
“Sleep, we have enough time, we’ll talk when you wake up,” he kissed the back of your neck and snuggled into your back, falling asleep as well, exhausted from your morning activities.
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THUNDERSTORMS
for everyone's notice, this is my first time writing smut, soo please bear with me and tell me how I can improve.
warning:- kinky shit, smut, a whole lot of filthy hot smut.
pairing:- Y/N and Louis Tomlinson
inspired by his outfit at his documentary premiere. also don't mind me I'm horny as fuck atm and DO NOT JUDGE ME FFS.
summary:- y/n has a fear of thunderstorms. they're in the car and things get a little too steamy.
I slightly woke up because of thirst and irritating clothes when I heard our driver converse with sun. 
"Sir it's raining heavily and the car is stuck in the puddle, extremely sorry sir I'll just go and try to fetch a car for you and ma'am." the driver opened and shut the door. I whimpered as I heard another thundering voice. I slightly opened my eyes to see sun on his phone but then closed it back because of my sleepy mind. I was in that phase where you could listen to everything going on in your surroundings but even lifting a finger was too much of a work. The door opened again.
"Sir I found a car but it's only available for one person and it's going back to the city." He explained. There was a bit of silence until sun spoke up.
"Ok no problem, you might be having kids and wife waiting for you at home and worried, take the ride and head back." As sun completed the sentence, the driver gasped. I don't what made his gasp, probably him getting to go back to his family.
"Thank you so much sir, thank you so much, when I reach there I'll send another car for you." The driver exclaimed.
"Oh no need, we have already covered 3/4 of the ride home, I'll just a call an uber." sun explained.
"Are you sure sir?"
"Very sure, now go before your ride takes off." Sun chuckled, with one last thank you and a smash of the door, driver was on his way to his home.
"Shit! there's no network, looks like we'll have to stay here for the night." sun cursed under his breath. I whimpered again as I heard that, staying here was no problem, but staying in here with these heck of a clothes and with me being thirsty was a problem to me and not to mention thunderstorm. Sun picked me up and cradled me in his lap, brushing my hair out of the way to get a better look at my face but instead I snuggled my face into his neck.
"What's the matter darling?" He asked but I had no power to vocalize my issues, so instead I let him continue on what he was doing, that is asking questions.
"Is it because we're spending the night here?" He asked but got no reply
"Cold weather?" He asked again only to be met with silence and I shifted again in his lap trying to adjust my collar of the shirt.
"are you thirsty? are the clothes irritating you?" He questioned once again but this time I meekly nodded in his neck. He bent forward with me in his lap and put a water bottle in between my lips.
"Come on darling sip it." as he said, I started sipping it, soon enough quenching my thirst. He pulled away the sipper from my lips and bent again. What is wrong with this shirt aah! I tried shift again only to be stopped this time with sun's hands firm grip on my waist.
"Oh it's ok babygirl let daddy change you into his tshirt." He rasped and I was shocked by the change of his mood. While I was on his lap he shuffled below me for a while, only to make me feel his skin, meaning he probably removed his tshirt. With somehow collecting some power left in me I tried to unbotton my shirt.
"No babygirl, daddy will do it, just go back to sleep." He stopped my hands movement and set it in my lap, slowly himself working on my shirt. He was painfully slow while unbottoning my shirt but thankfully he shrugged it off me. I was ready for him to put his shirt on me but instead I felt his one hand on my waist and the other hand on my face as he kissed me. I returned the kiss and he moved his lips down to my jaw, the spot below my ear to finally the sweet spot on my neck making me arch my back and moan out his name.
"Sunn." I breathlessly moaned, he squeezed my waist harshly and marked my neck. He moved down to my cleavage and roughly marked me there too.
"It's daddy to you, you like it don't you when daddy plays with you, do you want me to play with you babygirl?" He rasped and went to unclasp my bra but I stopped him. 
"Yes daddy I want you to play with me but I'm very sleepy." I moved his hands to my waist and shifted closer to him.
"Babygirl I'm not asking you to stay awake, you can sleep and let daddy play with you for a little while." 
"No daddy I want to sleep, I want to sleep with you, you can play tomorrow." I spoke as I started feeling hazy in my mind.
"Princess I'll sleep with you, just let me play for a little while, and you don't want to make daddy angry do you?" He slipped his hands in my skirt and underwear and squeezed my bum, kneading it.
"No daddy I want to sleep, you're being an arse." My eyes shot open as I finished my sentence. One thing that daddy made crystal clear was, I was never supposed to curse or else he'll punish me.
"Okay enough, up and strip." He growled removing his hands from my skirt. "Now" he slapped the skin on my back when I didn't try to move even a little bit. I shifted from his lap and quickly removed the pieces of clothing which were left on me while he was watching me like a hawk watching his prey.
"On my shoulder." He roared making me whimper. Usually he would bend me over his knees if I was being bratty but when he meant over his shoulder it meant I was in serious trouble.
"I'm sorry daddy, I promise I'll never say a bad word again and you can play with me as you like." 
"Did I ask you about your opinion my little slut?" he asked making me shake my head but all he did was raise his eyebrow at me.
"No d-daddy." I stuttered. I better use my words if I don't want to get in anymore trouble.
 "Good now on my shoulder."
"Yes Daddy." I nodded and stood on the seat with my knees on the either side of his legs as he slid down a little to come face to face with my boobs. He further pushed his head in my chest and started licking in between both my breasts as he spanked my backside making me moan and clutch his shoulders for leverage.
"You like it don't you, you little whore. How I wish I could see your face while I punished you, I wish we were in our room." he mumbled, suddenly moving away from me and started fumbling with his mobile. In our room all you'll find is couple of mirrors, so he can see me no matter what he's doing. He set his phone somewhere in the car giving me my phone where I can see myself but the volume was on mute, he facetimed himself?!
"Daddy has two punishments for you, you'll count till 10 as daddy spanks you ok?" He demanded making me nod. "I can't hear you?" 
"Yes daddy, are you recording me?" I whispered, I was never actually comfortable with the idea of him recording me.
"That was the second punishment for you but you have option, daddy won't record you, if you don't feel comfortable babygurl." He sucked on my nipples making my head fall backwards and my eyes roll in pleasure, digging my nails into his shoulder.
"Are you upset with me daddy?" I asked with a very low voice.
"Yes baby girl, very." He bit on my nipple making them hard as ever and me whine for mercy.
"Then you can record daddy."
"Are you sure princess?" He asked.
"Yes daddy." I confirmed. He quickly took my phone from my hand and handed me in a minute or two, and I noticed the screen recording was on. he bent forward taking his phone to do the same thing and set back in it's place within seconds. Once again I was visible on my screen and he spanked me harshly catching me off guard.
"One." I whimpered, I could already feel myself getting wet and dripping down the thighs. I was ready for another hit but it never came instead he trailed his finger along my slit, making me lose my mind and arch my back only burying his face more into my breasts, that made him groan. I expected him to slip his finger in my entrance but he spanked me hard once again.
"Two." I moaned and he continued his torture on me by sucking on my breasts and spanking both my ass cheeks one after the other giving me no time to breathe.
"Three four." I gasped for air, he removed my right breast from his mouth, not before taking my left breast in his mouth and biting it harshly. 
"doing so good for daddy, my little whore, I'll think I'll move it to twenty for you since you're enjoying it." He moaned in my breasts.
"No daddy I'm so sorry." I whimpered but only to be met by another sharp slap of his on my backside. "Five" I counted. Soon enough 20, moved to 30 which further moved to 50. I had tears running down my face as I couldn't control anymore of his teasing, I just wanted his fingers and him inside me.
"Please daddy please." I requested as he pinched my bud roughly. 
"aww just look at your red little glistening pussy, so red , please what baby?" He slapped my breasts, squeezing it harshly and kneading it.
"your fingers, I want your fingers inside me daddy, I want you inside me daddy." I moaned breathlessly, not being able to contain the euphoric feeling as he started running circles on my core in an extremely fast pace.
"You like it don't you, getting punished, getting spanked, so wet from all this, such a filthy little slut, like this baby?" He cockily asked as he pushed two fingers in me and started pumping in and out. Unconciously I tried to close my legs and I guess he noticed it because he further spread his knees which in turn spreaded mine and made me squirm while he continued pumping his fingers in me.
"Don't squirm, once again try to close your legs and I will stop" He roared as he started scissoring inside me with his fingers, not helping with the squirming at all, only getting me to squirm more and trying to close my legs. 
"I said don't squirm you whore and what is that? you tried to close your legs." He growled taking out his fingers and spreading his legs to spread my legs even wider and a burning sensation erupted in my core from being streched out too much making me whimper.
"Please daddy I'm sorry, please I want your fingers inside me, please I promise I won't try to close my legs but it's really difficult to keep it open." I begged him to just put his fingers inside me and fuck me. 
"You've really turned bratty you know, sorry babygurl but you'll be punished really hard this time. Not listening to daddy at all." He threatened. spreading his legs even more resulting me to cry his name out loud. He picked his coat and started rummaging through it, finally taking out his tie. Why does he even have a tie if he was wearing tshirt and a coat. He took the tie and tied it around my eyes like a blindfold making me arch my back repeatedly as he took my breast in his mouth. since my eyesight was closed off my ears perked up and I heard him shuffle around, he took phone from my hand and held both my hands behind my back tying it with a soft material, which now I guess was my underwear. He sat me down on the seat sideways, my back against his side and he pulled my knees to my chest. I was wondering what he was going to do when I heard the window descending and me getting wet from rain which was very harsh on my core, with every ounce of patience I tried not to squirm. Thankfully soon enough the window ascended up.
"Now listen to me babygirl, I'm gonna eat you out but before you're going to cum, you have to ask me okay?" He whispered in my ear, I nodded earning another slap on my core.
"Yes daddy." I moaned as he started rubbing circles on my clit once again. He shifted me away from him, lying me down on the seat to open my legs wide for himself.
"Oh so wet from me doll, I'm gonna eat you out so nicely." I could hear his smirk. He pinched my nipple with his thumb and forefinger and bit on my bud harshly, he entered in me with his tongue, lapping again and again in my walls, I locked my ankles behind his neck pushing him deep in me. I never knew how long somebody's finger could be until he entered his fingers in me straightaway hitting my g-spot making me a moaning mess below him. His tongue and fingers working ruthlessly in me until I felt a pressure in my lower abdomen making me pant.
"Daddy!" my eyes rolled back, not knowing anything while he curled his fingers in me removing his mouth from my core to attack my breasts, just increasing the pressure a lot more.
"Oh how daddy loves your breasts darling, so soft, wish I could have them in my mouth all day, you know how hard it is to resist myself when I see you like this under my control, all tied up, just waiting for daddy to pound into his little whore pussy." he kneaded one of my breasts as he sucked on the other one all while fingering me, sending my mind into a frenzy state.
"You feel the pressure in your stomach baby? that means you're going to cum" His voice dangerously calm but I knew he was onto something devilish. 
"Yes daddy I feel it, I'm going to cum daddy." I moaned, the pressure growing even more when he scissored again inside me but suddenly everything stopped, his hands, his mouth, everything, leaving me frustrated and whining.
"Oh babygurl didn't think I'll let you cum this easily did you?" He laughed, holding my thighs apart to constraint me from creating any friction between them. Few minutes after the pressure in my stomach subsided and I was left horny, juices dripping to my thigh, he turned me around, my ass in the air, face squished into the leather seat and started eating me out, his hands never leaving my breasts. After a few more minutes of torturing I could feel a little pressure again in my stomach. He removed his tongue from me and pulled my ass cheeks apart, licking between them as I shoved my ass into his face for anything more he could do, which resulted in him licking my hole recklessly. He once again removed his face and pulled me towards him by squeezing my neck and jaw from the front.
"How are you doing babygurl, any pressure down here?" He asked, removing his hand from my neck and moving it further south to my core and inserting three fingers in me harshly, pumping at a very high pace while marking my neck.
"Yes daddy yes, I'm going to come daddy." I whined, pushing myself further more into his chest. He removed all three fingers from inside me only to push them in me again. I was gasping for air, as his pace increased even more than before. How is that even possible?
"daddy I'm going to cum, can I cum please?" I pleaded. My breasts bouncing with the movement in between my legs.
"hold on doll, I'm still not done with my pussy, and if you dare cum, things will only worsen." he curled his fingers in me, hitting my g-spot again and again, pressure building in my stomach reaching it's peak as I cum moaning daddy's name, my thighs trembling and my head fell backwards on daddy's shoulder. I knew he purposely did this because he wanted me to cum to increase my punishment. 
"You didn't listen to daddy, daddy's going to pound in his hole and make you cum again and again until he's not done with you, ought to teach you some manners." he growled. He set me against the seat and I heard his belt clunk and his zipper moving meaning now he was going to fuck me senseless until I see stars. He undid his tie and my panties from around my eyes and hands. When I turned to him, he only smirked. I was beyond scared and excited for what coming next. 
"Out!" He demanded and I sat their confused. "out of the car my cute little whore" He opened the door ushering me out. It was still raining heavily making me shiver. I stood there getting wet before his further instructions. 
"On the car's hood baby." He got out after 10 mins or so with his belt and tie in hands. I quickly shuffled infront of the car to see him already on the boot, giving himself a few pumps. "Come on move your ass quickly." He demanded. I climbed onto the car and sat beside him.
"On my dick baby." He held his dick and aligned himself with me. "Sit down baby." He cooed but I knew very well the devil was soon going to unleash. I sit down on him and tried to keep my legs in between so he couldn't spread it but unluckily he caught on and set my knees on the either side of his knees spreading wide open until I cried out loud and held onto him once again.
"Oh baby I know, it's ok." He hushed and picked his belt and tie and tied my ankles with his legs only spreading them further, making me shout in pain. 
"Ride me baby, I wanna feel your bouncing tits on my face." He kept a hand on my waist stimulating me to ride him. He started agonizingly slow, grinding me on him every now and then, making me go mad and loose my common sense.
"Faster daddy, faster." I moaned making him groan, he spread his legs further, taking mine with his too. "aahh daddy no." I whined and he held my waist and started making me ride him faster. He spanked me, only increasing the pressure while my breast in his mouth.
"daddy I'm gonna cum." I started nearing my third orgasm of the day, afraid to be denied.
"Cum baby cum, you're not gonna stop cumming until I'm gonna cum, oh god how I wished I could record you." he groaned. I felt my walls squeezing him, making him throw his head back, his nails digging into my waist, my legs started trembling and I released. Just as I released he picked up his pace and streched his legs, it felt like I could rip apart anytime from being this wide open. I felt the pressure build again it was not minutes before I released again. He quickly untied both our legs and rolled us over. He pounded in me remorselessly with rain having no mercy either. I needed something to hold on, so I held onto his back, surely leaving scratches there. Only thing that could be heard in the moment was us moaning, skin slapping against each other and rain, as I came down from another high. God! sometimes how much I hate his self control, he could last for hours and he did. I released about countless times but he was still nowhere near.
"Please daddy I'm so sorry, please cum daddy." I whined and he pounded into my overly sensitive clit. Once again I released, shrieking, but this time I was not the only one, daddy released too. He filled me with his cum as he rested his head on my shoulder while I pushed out his wet hair from his eyes. He pulled out of me and rested on his side pulling me close to his chest. after a few more minutes of resting on the hood of the car, he got down, and picked me up bridal style and headed inside the car. I winced as he set me down, laying me on the seat and quickly got in. 
"You did so good princess, so good for daddy." He kissed me on the lips and picked up my shirt. He started cleaning me, he cleaned my face, jaw, neck moving to my breasts doing nothing sensual but cleaning me and then moving to lower part. He cleaned between my legs as I could feel his breath on my core, he left a quick kiss there and moved down further cleaning my legs. He again held me up as he dressed me into his tshirt and underwear when I winced.
"What is it babygirl?" He asked taking his hands in mine.
"It's paining down there." I muttered looking down.
"So sorry princess must be really sensitive." He laid me down, removed my panties and blew some air on my pussy making me shudder and close my legs.
"It's ok baby I'm just gonna blow some air so it feels good." He opened my legs and blew on my pussy for a couple of minutes before closing my legs and letting me rest.
He quickly dried himself up, wore his boxers and laid himself on me, only to flip us, so now I was on top with my face in the crook of his neck as he held me closer to him with his hand rubbing my back. 
"I'm sorry if I was too hard on you baby." daddy whispered from below me.
"It's fine daddy." I replied and kissed him on his neck because it was closest to me.
"Couldn't help it darling, all night you were looking so pretty, all I wanted to do was show you how pretty you were." He mumbled against my lips, making me turn beet red and burst out giggling. "My cute little babygirl." He kissed me on the lips and then my forehead. Feeling content in each others arms we fell asleep.
I told you I wasn't lying when I said it was kinky shit.
Requests are open if you want anything specific, I write oned smut so yeah.
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around1302 · 1 year
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XVII. YOU HAVE ME
SPARE PARTS: a series (17/20)
BOLOGNE, ITALY
(W) strong language, family restraints, alcohol use, fingering
good lord this has taken me some time to finish. i’m so sorry, life just got in the way. hopefully 4.3k of a smidge of angst and a fuck-ton of fluff makes up for it!
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HARRY’S POV
“What’s the move for tonight?”
“You can do what you want, I’m taking Charlie out.”
Niall’s usual grin twists into a smirk, his eyes glinting. I resist the urge to roll my own.
I am taking Charlie out. Not that she necessarily knows that yet.
I don’t mean to sound like a desperate man, but I need Charlie and I to move on like I need air. I can feel her warming to the idea of me, but at the end of the day she still just sees me as her annoying bandmate who’s up to giving her an orgasm or two. 
I need to be more than that to her. I can’t be either nothing or just her temporary fix.
And if there’s one thing that’s apparent about Charlie, it’s that she’s a hopeless romantic. She doesn’t crave sneaking around and fleeting glances and meaningless moments. I’ve seen her face light up more from seeing a couple holding hands in public than when I’ve been literally going down on the girl.
In fact, in the time I’ve known her, she’s only ever dated one person – Zayn, which is also why this could get messy.
(But fuck him. I was there first).
“I’d love to say I’m surprised about this whole thing, but I’m really not.” Niall snorts.
I narrow my eyes, but before I can ask anymore questions, the guys barge into Niall’s suite.
“Fuckin’ Hell, Horan. You have it fancy in here.” Louis gawks far too loudly for the fancy establishment we’re in, but I have to say, I share the sentiment. We all have nice rooms (it’s the most expensive hotel in Bologne, for God’s sake) but Niall managed to bag da Vinci’s fucking shrine. 
Niall shrugs, sitting up with that mischievous flicker in his eyes.
“Lia still out?”
“Yeah,” Liam explains, “she’s dragging Charlie and Zayn round the shops. Tried to rope us in but we managed to escape.”
My chest tightens. I force it to relax.
Liam throws his legs up on the Ottoman, stretching out. After the show last night, we’re all exhausted. After nearly four months of touring, non stop performing and the consequential non stop partying, we’re all wiped the fuck out. It’s why Niall and I said no to their little day trip around Italy. To put it frankly: I can’t be arsed with the tourism shit when there’s a mini bar five feet away from me up here.
“Good,” Niall reaches behind him, pulling a small velvet box from his pocket.
“What the fuck is that?” I spit.
“This, my friend,” Niall flicks the box open. My suspicions are confirmed, “is about to get me the best head I’ve ever had.”
“Holy shit.” Louis grabs the diamond, making Niall fly up and snatch it back. 
“For real?” Liam stands too, while I’m still sat in shock.
“Why I got this fancy suite,” Niall’s as giddy as a kid on Christmas, “want to do it tonight. Italy’s always been her favourite place and I figure–”
“You’re twenty-one.” “Twenty-two this year.”
I scowl. Niall’s cheeky grin droops.
“Oh come on, man. Who cares how old we are? I know I’m gonna be with this girl till I’m all old and gross and grey, why not seal the deal now?”
“Because it’s insane!” I splutter. I’m not angry. Am I? Why am I angry?
“Hardly,” Louis sharply laughs, “they’ve been basically married since they met.”
“Okay, but being basically married and being actually married are two very different things.”
“Dude, don’t you think I know that? I have thought about this, you know.”
My jaw tightens.
My best friend is about to propose to his girlfriend, and I can’t say I’ve ever even had one. The girl I’ve been in lo– whatever. It doesn’t matter. The point is, I can narrow my anger down to one, ugly thing: bitter fucking jealousy. 
So, I do the mature thing; I storm out.
Luckily for me, the second I step out into the hallway – all heaving chest and unnecessary frustration – Charlie, Amelia and Zayn bump into me. They’re all laughing about something, a million shopping bags between them.
“Oh, hey man–” Zayn starts, but I cut him off by grabbing Charlie’s waist and pushing her in the direction of my room. The sliver of skin given to me below her crop top sends a spike through my spine. 
I don’t care that Zayn is probably about to start quizzing Amelia to no end, all I care about is the universe quite literally handing me the only person I want to talk to right now.
“Yo, what the fuck?” She twists, staring at me with what I assume is a mixture of vexation and confusion, but I’m too busy staring ahead to notice. Charlie doesn’t make a move to escape my grip (something I know she’s more than capable of doing), so I keep walking us to my room. 
I messily scan my keycard and grab her shopping, setting it down as carefully as I can in my haste before closing the door with her body. 
There’s something else I want to do before talk.
But, I hesitate for a moment, brushing my lips against hers. I silently ask for permission, pulling her toward me so her lower back lifts from the door and our torsos press together. She hesitates, too. Brushing her nose against mine before kissing me with as much urgency as I got her into the room with. 
I sigh into her mouth, completely wrapping my arms around her back to hold her flush against me. “Missed you,” I mumble against her lips, trailing my hand up to hold the back of her head. I rake my fingers through her hair, loosening her ponytail. 
“Missed you too.” She gasps, looping her fingers through my belt hooks.
I nearly let myself smile, but then she palms me over my jeans.
Quickly, I hold her wrist, preventing me from dragging her to bed and insisting we don’t leave my hotel room all night. “Go out with me.” I let the words tumble like a subconscious spill, letting my chest do all the work so my brain doesn’t have to. 
Frowning, she pulls back. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I want to rewind and let her do whatever she wants with me. Why the Hell did I–
“Go out with you?” She’s smiling. She’s smiling.
“Yeah,” I feel my cheeks heating. I’m getting shy, for fuck’s sake. I don’t do shy. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve said those four words over the years, and I’ve lost count of how many people I’ve said it to. I don’t recall nerves ever being a factor in that habit.
“You realise I’m a sure thing, right?” She cocks her head, and I want to kiss the faint dimple that pops beside her lips. I settle for her bottom lip.
“I want to take you out.” I pull her lip between my teeth, bathing in the way she sighs. “Properly.”
“You’re having me on.”
“Nope,” I pop. I need to banish this shy thing. Fuck the shy thing. I realise our proximity might have something to do with that, so I step away, flicking the light on so I can see her properly. 
Her cheeks are rosy and her eyes are dark and her hair is mussed and– and shit. I’m so gone on this girl. She folds her arms across her shirt, and that’s when I notice the shirt. It’s my shirt – the one I gave her weeks ago, the band she claims to hate, the shirt I’ve dreamt about fucking her in ever since. 
The shirt which now rests just below her bra. 
“Oh,” she clocks my thought process – probably because I’m staring at her chest – and fumbles with the messy hem. “Shit, sorry. I never even asked if you wanted it back–”
“Never.” I murmur.
A pause. “What?”
I blink back to reality, back to her eyes. “I never wanted it back,” I clear my throat, try and regain some conviction, “the band sucks anyway.” I wink, she chuckles.
God, maybe we should just stay here. We could order room service and continue our theme of fucking in hotel showers and spend all night getting sweatier and sweatier in between the sheets and–
No! No. I need to take her out. 
“Be ready by seven.” 
I bend to pick up her shopping, handing it back. Charlie takes the bags slowly, looking at me like I just told her my name’s actually Bill.
Then, softly, nearly meekly, she whispers, “I thought we had rules?”
My lungs stop working. “We did. We do.”
Right – I’m not even considering her right now. I know what I want, and I know I want it badly. I need to learn I can’t just demand this. Sure, I’ve waited six years, but she sure as shit doesn’t know that.
Patience is a bitch.
She looks at me, scrutinising, studying. I want to read her mind, it seems to all work so complicated up there. A million bolts and cogs working tirelessly; I’d give it all up for just a peek. 
“I suppose I’d be pretty stupid to deny we’re at least friends at this point, right?”
I can breathe again. “Right.” I rush to say.
“So… dinner as friends. Yeah?”
“Absolutely.” No, fuck no. “Bonding time.”
She purses her lips, seemingly amused. Nodding, she swivels from the door, palm wrapped around the handle and about to let me stand in my room and punch the air but…
“You sure you don’t want me to help you out first?”
Her eyes flicker accusingly at my crotch. Specifcally, my hard on, from just kissing the girl.
It’s like I’m fucking fifteen again.
I snort, pushing my tongue against my cheek to stop the habitual impulse to say something inappropriate. I want to scream yes, God, yes but I can’t. Charlie’s like some kind of kryptonite – one handjob will turn into one blowjob will turn into round after round after round.
“I’m good, love.”
Charlie scowls. “You’re really just going to try every nickname in the book, aren’t you?”
“That’s the plan, sweet pea.”
“You’re ridiculous,” she swings the door open, so before it slams behind her I shout a reminding,
“Seven!”
And then I stand in my room, and punch the air. 
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“Jesus, Styles, this place is fancy.”
I smirk. “Only the best for a princess.”
“Hey–”
“I’m kidding! Here,” I let go of the small of Charlie’s back to pull her chair out for her, “sit, before you hit me.”
“I can still reach you from over here.”
I playfully roll my eyes as I take my seat. She definitely can. I made sure to get us a table hidden away, close enough for our legs to accidentally tangle and far enough away from anyone else Charlie doesn’t need to worry about people.
She’s always panicked about mobs. The first one was pretty traumatic I guess, and ever since she’s been the overly cautious one in public. Never seen without heavy glasses and an even heavier hoodie, so I made sure she wouldn’t be spending our first date (that is what I’m declaring that is, friends or not) in fear.
It’s not conceited if saying your name for a last minute res at one of the most established restaurants in Bolonge works. Fame has it’s perks, I’m allowed to admit that.
… I think.
Within a few seconds, a waiter comes over with a bottle of red I preorded on the phone. Charlie leans back, looking at me quizzitivley as he pours us both a glass and leaves the rest between us. We thank the waiter, and I gauge her reaction.
A pause. My heart awaiting a beat.
“I’m impressed.” She raises her brows, a glimmer of a smile on her rouge lips.
“Good,” I lift my glass, clinking it against hers before we both take a sip.
I let my eyes properly roll over her for the first time since I met her outside the hotel. It was too dark and too much of a rush to the car for me to drink her in, and God. She looks fucking edible. She’s wearing a strapless dress that lets my wind wander to every inch of skin I can kiss with her still in the thing – but, Jesus, stop. 
Tonight isn’t about that.
Quiet falls on us, because, well. What do we talk about if not for the security of sex or argument, if not for the safety net of anyone else around us? Here, we’re uninterrupted. In fact, no. We’re not anything.
We’re two people on a first date. We’re fresh.
“You know,” Charlie chuckles to herself, setting her glass down and leaning on her palms, “I love trying to figure out the other people at restaurants like this. Like, okay, that couple,” she nods behind me, so I try and turn as discreetly as I can. She hits my leg. “Don’t be so obvious!” She hisses behind a smile.
I’ve just gone and made things worst myself by taking Charlie out, haven't I?
“That couple is on their first date, and he’s trying to figure out how to leave.”
“And how do you know that, Sherlock?”
Charlie shrugs and leans back to take another sip.
“I know people. He’s fidgeting like crazy, looked at the bathroom like five times in the past thirty seconds. For sure planning his escape.”
“Or he just really needs a shit.”
Charlie snorts into her glass, spraying wine onto her cheeks. I guffaw, and both of us fall into laughter too loud for an establishment like this. “Fuck, my makeup.” Charlie taps at her cherry stains aimlessly, so I lean across with my napkin.
“Here, hold still,” I chuckle, pinching her chin between my fingers and trying to get as much grapejuice from her face. In the midst of the scene, our waiter returns.
“Are you… oh.” He clears his throat, and we pause to look up.
“We might need a few more minutes.” I mumble. Charlie grins sheepishly.
Yeah, okay, maybe it is conceited – but thank God we do what we do, because judging by the compressed scowl on the guy’s face as he leaves us, we were one 0 in our bank accounts away from being kicked out.
As I’m wiping at her face, our eyes lock, and the words tumble out before I can think about what I’m saying.
“Niall’s proposing to Amelia.”
She gasps. I sit back.
Silence holds us, until a slowly whispered, “shit,” punctures it.
“Yeah.”
I see her reach for her wine. Then she downs it.
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“So I told my mum Gemma was a drug dealer. Of course my mum was like, Harry, she’s nine. But it was the worst thing I could come up with at six years old.”
Charlie throws her head back at the story of myself and my sister, one of my favourite memories to relay. I stab my fork in my pasta and try and muffle my grin as Charlie giggles away.
“I never thought you’d be the type to take WWF wrestling so personally.” 
I shrug. “I was a dedicated fan. I still refuse to believe it’s staged.”
Her laughter dies, and she gets this sort of gone off look in her eyes. Like she’s thinking about something, someone, and then it hits me – I’ve been sat here reeling off stories about my sister without any regard for the fact she no longer has hers. 
“You know,” she shifts, eyes dropped to her plate. She pushes a piece of broccoli around with her silverware, chewing on her lip. Then, her voice gets quiet, small, when she admits, “I don’t think my parents have called me one time this whole tour.”
She chuckles to herself, but it’s void of any humour.
“They did their usual prayer for my safety before I left, and rang to see if I had changed my mind, but…”
I dip my head to meet her eye. She looks up at me, meekly. Like tears are threatening to spill but she’s using every muscle to hold them back. I’m so terrible in situations like this, I never say the right thing because, truthfully, people don’t often open up to me.
(Not like this, at least.)
So, I go with my gut, and pray it doesn’t betray me.
“Pretend I’m your parents.”
Charlie piques. “What?”
Confidence begins to slip from me, evident in the way I mess with my hair and twist my rings beneath the table. “Pretend I’m your parents,” I repeat – despite the out she just gave me.
“This apart of that daddy kink you were talking about?” She smiles smally. 
“No,” I lilt. “Tell me about tour. Look,” I sit up straight, bringing my hair forward and cracking my neck. Getting into character. I lift my hand to my ear, pretending to be on the phone. “Hi sweetie, how’s tour going?”
Charlie snorts. “That supposed to be my mum?”
“I’ve never met the woman, go with it.”
She rolls her eyes, but she sits up and lifts her hand, too.
“Hi mum. It’s fine.”
“Fine? Come on, you’ve been away for months.”
She sighs, giving me that look through those lashes. I lift my brows.
“It’s been amazing, actually.”
I smile. We’re getting somewhere.
“Everyone really likes our album,” she continues, “and I started banging the one with long hair you always tell me I need to stay away from.”
“Heey,” I drop the ‘phone’. She looks pointedly at my hand. I raise it again.
She heaves a breath, her expression stone again.
“I wish you’d try and understand my job a little more. I think you’d see what I’m doing is actually really cool if you took the time.”
My chest aches. I knew Charlie had a strained relationship with her parents, I just never knew why. They’d never come to shows, she would never mention them. I don’t even remember them sitting with her at Poppy’s funeral.
Maybe when Charlie blamed herself for her sister’s death, her parents did too.
“You were wrong, by the way.”
I got so lost in my own anger I forgot we were doing this.
“Wrong?” I ask. 
“About the dude with long hair. He’s actually alright.”
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I couldn’t let this night end.
We practically got kicked out of the restaurant when we wound up being the last two in there, and then we stumbled our way to my hotel room and have been laid on the bed giggling over nothing for the last hour.
Red wine is strong shit.
So far, I’ve learnt Charlie hates the colour purple, secretly loves 90s horror and sometimes worries she made a mistake by going to that audition six years ago.
“I just want a dog, y’know?”
“You can have a dog.” I laugh.
“No, no,” she flips, her hair messily cascading her shoulders as she hovers above me. I let the wine guide my hand, tucking a strand or two behind her ear. She leans into my palm. “I want a dog, and a spouse, and a kid.”
I caress her cheek, and then she lays her face completely on my chest. I freeze, watching in awe as she shifts so her legs hang off the bed and her head is on the spaces were my shirt gives way to my skin. Charlie tilts her head, closing her eyes when my fingers find home on her scalp.
I just want this, I want to scream.
“What?”
Fuck. Wait. Did I not think that?
The domestic bliss lasts all of ten seconds before she’s sitting up again.
I’m at a loss for words. I’m sure she’s going to leave, that I just fucked up this whole night, but then she’s climbing a top of me. My hands instinctively fly to her thighs, holding her close through the silk while she assesses me from above, her hair a curtain.
“You want friends with benefits forever? That’s your end goal?” She sounds amused, so I can’t tell if she’s being serious or not. I want to shout, is that all I am? Even after today, after everything?
I’m better at holding in my thoughts this time, though.
“You really think we can ever be friends?”
Then, she sighs and straightens. Her hair no longer tickling my neck.
“Jesus, you’re confusing. I thought that was why you took me out in the first place!”
This girl will be the death of me.
“Okay, Charlie,” I sit up, gripping her waist to pull her against me. I feel her chest huff out against mine in three quick, fluttering motions. “Let me be crystal clear,” I cradle her face, now, just brushing her bottom lip. She leans into my touch again, and I feel every ounce of self-doubt fade away with the sigh she lets out. I knock my nose against hers.
“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”
Charlie rushes to say, “You have me,” whilst fisting at my shirt.
As much as I want that to be true, I know she doesn’t believe those words in the same way I want to believe them. So, I stifle a breathy chuckle, shaking my head.
“I don’t think I do.” My throat stutters at the word baby. I haven’t tried that one out yet.
“What do you mean? I’m right here.”
Charlie looks genuinely confused, which I suppose is the problem. The problem I created. I pull back, sinking into her brown eyes till I’m sure I’ve turned to stone. All I’ve wanted for the last six years is to hear Charlie say those words: you have me. Yet, in this moment, I realise I’ve gone about all of this completely wrong.
“I want a redo.” I barely whisper, insecure in my words.
“A redo?”
I quickly lick my lips. “Of everything.” I thumb at her jaw. “I fucked it all up, Charlie.”
“Fucked what up?” She deadpans, clearly tired of my inexplicability.
“You. Me. Us. This.” 
Charlie shorts out a huff, as if she’s finally got it.
“We didn’t know this would end up happening–”
“I knew.”
I let my confession barrel before me. If I scare her off, then fuck it. I scare her off. But she needs to know. She needs to know that,
“I’ve wanted you since we were sixteen and you shouted at me for being late to our first recording. I knew the minute you stood there in your stupid scarf and your even stupider boots that I was going to have it bad for you and I’ve not known what to do with it since.”
Charlie looks startled, but she’s unmoving from my lap, so I take it as a sign to keep going.
“I thought that you’d always hate me,” my throat swells, “so I’ve been a prick to you and I… especially after Zayn, I just didn’t…” I shake my head, looking down, losing myself.
It’s the wine, that’s all that’s fuelling this sudden, dumb confession. The wine and the fact that right now my best friend is probably engaged. But, then...
Charlie lifts my chin.
Charlie hesitates.
Charlie’s eyes flick back and forth between mine.
Charlie kisses me.
I kiss back with force, pouring everything I couldn’t say into her lips. I hold the back of her head, moaning against her tongue as she pushes me back to the pillow and grips my shirt so hard it pulls nearly painfully against my back.
And then she stops.
“Zayn told me after Amsterdam he loves me.”
Just found the quickest way to kill a boner.
“Oh.” Is all I can say, apparently.
“But I don’t…” she trails off, her eyes dropping to my lips. “I don’t love him.”
“Okay.” I whisper. 
My insides are having a fucking party, right now.
“That doesn’t mean I love you.” She rushes to clarify. I smile.
“I know.”
“But you are the first person I think about when I wake up. And when I go to sleep. And while that’s confusing because most of the time you piss me off, you don’t seem to do that anymore.”
I try not to sound so excited as I respond. “At all?”
“I mean, don’t push it.”
I chuckle, brushing her hair from her face. But then a dreadful pit starts to hole its way through my stomach, and I have to ask,
“You’re not just saying this because you want a dog?”
Charlie smiles against my lips. “I want you, Harry.” One sweet, chaste kiss. “I’m not thinking about the dog right now.” 
I lean up to kiss her, flipping her onto her back. My hand slips under her dress, and her breath hitches. “Good,” I breathe against her mouth, rubbing her over her knickers. Her gasp travels to the back of my throat, and I swallow it, keep it, store it, run it over and over in my mind as I push her pants to the side and curl my middle finger in her.
“Stay the night?” I ask, adding my index finger.
“Oh,” Charlie moans, her head tipping back. I kiss her throat, “yes.”
“Yes, you’ll stay the night?” I nip at her neck, losing myself in vanilla and Merlot.
“Yes, Harry,” she pulls my face up, “just assume from now on I will always– fuck, stay the night.”
I grin. Her nails dig into my nape as I pull my fingers out and rub her clit. 
“God, like that,” she breathes as I push my finger down harder, tuning myself to every gasp and moan she gives me. I kiss her through her orgasm, muffling her cries with my mouth despite wanting the entirety of Italy to hear how pretty she sounds when she comes.
“Always so good for me, baby.” I murmur, gripping her thigh as I shift my weight and move her core to my own thigh, still covered by the overpriced trousers I asked Amelia to find for me. She bucks her hips, capturing my bottom lip between her teeth. I whimper.
“Baby,” she breathes questioningly. “I like that one.”
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Day 9 of Kinkmas: Hotel Sex With Harry Styles
Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!reader
Warning: eating out, protected sex, hickeys
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Y/N’s POV
All I see is flashing by cameras, all I hear is screaming by fans, and I feel someone holding my hand and taking me to a hotel. When I got in the hotel doors and try to get my vision back to normal to see Harry still holding my hand. I look back to see the fans screaming their heads off just because of us.
“Are you okay?” He asks.
“Yeah I am, I’ve never seen that amount of flashing before including almost my ear drums getting destroyed because of the screaming.” I say looking at the crowd again.
“I deal with that every day.” He says.
I hug him, I feel so safe around him everywhere we go.
We get to the elevators and get into one and Harry presses our floor number. He holds me close and I wrap my arms around his body. Once again, I feel safe around him.
We get to our hotel room and then we get into the room and we begin to make out. We start to take our clothes off and we try to walk but still kissing each other. When we got to the bed, Harry and I fell on the bed together and Harry starts to kiss my body, I gasp and try to make myself comfortable on the bed, he starts to give me pecks, when he got to my face he licks the valley of my breasts. I fluff his hair until he goes back down to my inner thighs and then begins to eat me out.
After a while, we’re a moaning mess, him kissing my neck, me tugging on his hair, and him touching my waist. He grabs a condom, puts it on his dick and begins to make love to me, I moan in pleasure, I arch my back, I feel Harry’s arms holding me up so he can kiss my upper body while having sex with me.
I feel myself cumming on his dick which made me gasp, I can feel him groaning on my shoulder when he feels himself cumming as well. When we were done we Harry lays on me and I can feel him heavy breathing, I kiss his head and lay my head down on the pillow.
“That felt so nice Harry.” I say softly.
“We haven’t done this in a while Y/N/N.” He says still in his position.
“I know, but this time it was so good.” I said.
Harry looks up at me and says, “I love you Y/N.”
“I love you too H.” I smile.
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hiii just wanted to say i love ur posts so much. ur so good at writing pls never stop😫 i just finished reading punk 57 and the whole “tell me something true” line has me in a CHOKEHOLD. pls pls pls write about assholery being cold and distant with y/n out of nowhere even though they’re friends. can the reader be fem and have bunny as a nickname too? it’s been on my miiind and i just know you’ll write it to perfection <33
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i fucking ADORE this suggestion sm. whoever you are, message me pls bc i wanna rack your brain for more lmao
lmk if you wanna be tagged in part 2 when—if—it comes out <3 i hope y’all enjoy this part though bc it’s truly one of my favourites so far.
i recommend listening to these two songs while reading: wet dream - wetleg, desire - meg myers
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dirty dancing. pt1
word count: 4.4k-ish
disc. nsfw content ahead. mdni. brief coke mention—in passing, includes fem! reader n harry styles, bold ass language, kinda slow burn but not really, some sexy dancing ig n aaaangst. enjoy my whores <3
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Things have been weird with Harry for a while now. You’re not exactly sure how or why the rift even started, but it did. And it’s only been getting worse.
You’ve been friends for what—two years now? Never too close, but close enough to be able to communicate about any issues you’ve had with each other. You and Harry don’t really argue, he’s not the confrontational type. Not with you, anyway. And not when he’s sober.
You aren’t the biggest fan of confrontation either. When things get too heated or overwhelming, you cry. It embarrasses you—being unable to handle your emotions. You know that you’re only human, and you’d never judge someone else for crying in the middle of an argument, but because it’s you, because you know yourself so well, you judge yourself over it. Weird pattern, but hey, it’s real.
Right now, you’re out at a bar with your friends—the same group you’ve been hanging around since high school. Mitch and Sarah have been highschool sweethearts for as long as you can remember, they’re like the parents of the group. The cool parents. The parents everyone secretly wishes they could have. Niall and Lewis are attached at the hip, too—platonically. Been best friends since the day they met.
You’re the closest with Niall since you’ve been living with him through college, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You have other girlfriends but they’re not as close to you as Niall and Sarah are. Sarah’s like a diamond you’ve always loved. They all are. They’ve always been by your side when you needed them—Harry included. You got lucky, sure. Not everybody has the luxury of picking the good ones before college and life gets in the way.
The bar is slowly coming to life. People who came for a meal are leaving, and people in the mood for a night of drinking and dancing are all piling in. You’re excited. It’s been way too long since you’ve let loose. You’ve been too stumped with work and college lately, you’ve barely had any time to breathe without someone breathing right there with you. And of course, you enjoy the company of others. But when you have to be sober for it all? Eh.
Harry’s similar to you in that sense. He loves socialising. Absolutely adores it. He’s an extrovert. But after weeks of constant company, he gets burnt out. The only thing that helps toughen the blow is alcohol. Or coke, but he’s stopped that for a while now.
You prop your elbows up on the edge of the bar and lean against it, looking around for the bartender. He has his back to you, mixing someone else’s drink. You clear your throat and he turns his head to the side, catching sight of you and nodding his head to let you know he’ll be a moment. You nod back and wait, turning to face your friends.
“Anyone wanna shot with me?” You arch a brow at your five friends, and they all smirk and nod their heads. Harry included. “We all good for a vodka?”
Everyone nods a second time in response, and you turn back to face the bartender.
“What can I do for you, gorgeous?” He shoots you a warm smile.
“Five shots of vodka, please.” You smile back at him and he nods.
“Straight?”
“No, gay,” You murmur a witty reply and he laughs, beginning to fill five shot glasses for you. You swear you can hear Harry coughing back a laugh from behind you too, but you don’t pay him any attention.
You double tap your phone’s off switch, activating the apple pay, and you hold it up to pay for your drinks.
“No need, beautiful,” The bartender holds his hand up, “This round’s on me.”
You shrug, exhaling dramatically, “I won’t try and convince you to let me pay.”
“I wouldn’t let you try.” The attractive bartender plays along, smirking at you.
You mouth a quick thank you to him and he gives you one final wink before turning his attention to the small group of girls next to you, catering to them now. You grab the shot glasses off the counter and hand them out to everyone, and you all hold them up and clink them together before downing them in seconds.
“Fuck,” Sarah sticks her tongue out as if that’s going to help the taste in her mouth, “Never gets easier does it?”
“Doesn’t need to,” Niall grins proudly, setting his shot glass down on the counter, “You’re just weak.”
“Yeah we fuckin’ get it, you’re an Irish heavyweight. We should all bow down at your feet, you’re a king and we’re peasants who can’t handle a measly shot.” Lewis rolls his eyes and pretends to worship him.
Niall frowns in confusion, “Who you calling a heavyweight?”
Harry snorts at the two men bickering. They’re like two peas in a pod, and typically, people who are so close tend to argue every now and then.
The group has that dynamic. Sarah and Mitch, Niall and Lewis, you and Harry? You’re not sure if you and Harry count. You’re not as close as the others. You wouldn’t call him a best friend. A friend, yes. A good friend? That’s pushing it, but still, yes. A best friend? No.
It’s not that you wouldn’t like to be closer. You’ve just never really been given the chance. Harry’s always kept a safe distance from you. You’ve hardly ever spent time alone, always speaking and engaging with each other the most when others are around to witness it. Sure, a part of you wishes that Harry would pay you more attention, but the other part of you doesn’t think he deserves it. If he wanted to, he would, right?
“And aren’t you Irish too?” Niall questions Lewis, continuing on with their unserious bickering.
“Yeah like a third,” Lewis shrugs, “From my dad’s side, but you already knew th—stop deflecting. Y/N, tell him to stop deflecting from how much of a cock he is.” He points towards you and tries to get you involved.
You giggle and shrug your shoulders, “You are a bit of a cock sometimes, Ni.”
“Both of you can suck me, honestly. I’m fuckin’ great.” Niall flicks his hair dramatically and you and Lewis snicker.
“I’m with Niall,” Harry lightly nudges Niall’s chest with his elbow, joining in on the joke, “Both of you can suck him.”
“You fucking weirdos,” Mitch shakes his head at the lot of you, not surprised in the slightest by your antics, “Miss Jones and I are gonna go dance, you lot can either keep bickering or come join us. Choice is yours.”
With that, they both head for the dance floor together, holding their hands in the air and laughing.
“I’m joining those twats,” Lewis gestures to them, looking at the rest of you, “You three game?”
Niall nods, “Course. Harry, Y/N?”
“I’ll be there in a bit,” You nod towards the bar, “I feel like some more drinks.”
Everyone’s attention shifts to Harry. He clears his throat as he thinks for a moment, “Yeah, me too. Be there in a bit.”
Lewis and Niall both nod at Harry and beeline for the dance floor, already beginning to bicker again on the way. You giggle at the sight of them and shake your head, turning to face the bar again. Harry joins you, standing by your side. Neither of you look at each other, you keep your eyes in front of you at the neat array of liquor set along the counter.
“Nice night, don’t you think?” You break the awkward silence threatening to form between the two of you.
You catch sight of Harry nodding his head, “Always a nice night with this lot.”
Dry as fuck. You might not be close with Harry, but you aren’t stupid. You know the way he speaks to people, you’ve seen it. Harry could have an hour long conversation with a tree. But with you, it seems like a fucking chore.
You want to scoff. You want to scoff at how fucking childish Harry’s acting with you. Why can’t he look at you or have a normal conversation with you?
You sigh, not wanting to overreact over such a minor reply and ruin the night for yourself. Although Harry seems to be doing a decent job of that himself.
“Can’t argue with that.” You murmur.
“Mhm.” Harry murmurs and you wait a beat for him to say something else, anything else.
He doesn’t.
That’s it.
“I feel like I don’t know you.” Your words spill out before you can stop them.
Harry’s taken by surprise. He turns to face you. Now he’s looking, at least. “Sorry?”
“I feel like I don’t you.” You sigh, repeating yourself.
“What is there to know?” He furrows his eyebrows at you, gesturing to the bartender that he wants a glass of something.
“You tell me, Harry Styles.”
He sighs, running a hand through his curly hair, “Y/N, what are you trying to get at here?”
You shrug, “I dunno, I feel like I click with everyone else. I’ve got a connection with everyone, H. Everyone but you.” Your words come out harsher than you intended. You’d feel a little guilty if they weren’t true. But they are.
“That was unnecessary.” Harry murmurs so quietly that you almost don’t hear him.
“You asked me a question and I answered it.” You stand your ground, sick of Harry’s half-assed efforts to conversing with you. You’re a catch, your friendship is amazing, and you’re great to talk to. What the hell is Harry’s problem?
He laughs, scoffing at you in disbelief, “Fuck, you’re such a bitch sometimes.”
You almost choke on your own saliva, “Excuse me?”
“You fuckin’ heard me, Y/N. I called you a bitch. Because that’s what you are half the time when shit doesn’t go your way.” Harry doesn’t know where this is all coming from, but it’s coming.
He doesn’t mean it, obviously. He’d never mean that. He doesn’t think you’re a bitch. Again, never. But he’s angry. He’s angry and you’re angry and you’re both speaking without thinking it through properly and you’re both making an absolute mess of the situation and each other—
“What the fuck?” You stare at Harry in shock, your eyes wide with disgust.
He’s confused by your offended reaction, “What, are you surprised or something? Come on, Bunny. You know better than that.”
“You don’t have to be such an ass,” You scold him, “We used to get along. We used to be closer. We’ve never been as close as the others but at least we used to speak. At least I was able to walk into a room knowing you were there and look forward to it.”
His face relaxes at your words. He knows you mean well. You’ve both been hotheaded for a moment but now you seem to be calming down. You’re bringing your point across well and he can’t fault you for it.
“But what now? What fuckin’ now, H? You never speak to me when we’re alone, and then when you finally do, it’s this. It’s an attack on my character. Does this shit get you off or something?”
Never mind.
Harry scoffs at your sudden change in tone, feeling agitated again, “Fuck you.”
You slam your hand on the counter, “Fuck you, Harry!”
He glares at you as you continue scolding him, “What the hell are we even doing here? Go spend time with your actual friends.”
“Hey, wait a second. What?” He leans his head to the side in confusion, not knowing what you mean, “We’ve known each other for years, Bunny.”
“I don’t know a single thing about you.” You point out, making him roll his eyes. “Don’t roll your—“
“Where’s my favourite place to eat?” Harry cuts you off with a question. A question that you know the answer to.

“That’s not—”
“Where do I go when I’m upset?” Again, another question you can answer.
“Harry—”
“How did I get the scar on my chin?” That’s a special question. You gave it to him the day you met.
You sigh, knowing where he’s going with this. He’s not understanding what you’re trying to tell him and it infuriates you.
You tap the tips of your fingers on the countertop, feeling anxious, “That’s not what I—”
“You do know me, Y/N. we don’t need to speak every two seconds or braid each other’s hair to know each other well.”
Your eyes begin to prick with tears. That isn’t what you meant and he knows that.
“That’s not what I meant.” You lower your voice as it threatens to crack.
“Then what did you mean, Bunny?” He crosses his arms and stares at you, waiting on an explanation.
You groan, throwing your head in your hands.
The truth is, you can explain. You can explain everything you’re feeling well. But is that going to get you anywhere right now? Maybe. Maybe not. You have a better idea.
“Do you consider me a friend?”
Harry’s face drops. You can tell that he’s upset and borderline offended that you’re even asking that question.
Of course you’re friends. You’ve been friends for years. He adores you. Why can’t you see that he adores you?
“Bunny..” He takes a step towards you, and you take one back.
“Do you?” You insist on getting a solid answer.
“Of course I consider you a fr—”
“Don’t lie.” You cross your arms over your chest.
“I’m not—”
“Tell me something real, Harry. Please. God, please just tell me something that isn’t base level for once,” You beg, “Tell me something true.”
He raises his eyebrows slightly. He’s taken back. He wasn’t expecting that from you at all.
He stays silent.
“You can’t, can you?” You scoff at him, not knowing why you expected anything to come from this conversation. You should’ve known better than to be hopeful about how things were going to go with Harry..because it’s Harry, “I don’t know why I thought you’d—“
“I still smoke cigarettes.” Harry cuts you off, blurting out an admission. He tenses his jaw in realisation—he’s just as shocked as you are.
Oh.
Your eyes widen at his confesion. Harry’s been gloating to everyone about how he so easily quit smoking three months ago. You’re all so proud of him, considering how difficult it is to quit something cold turkey the way he did. The rest of you haven’t been able to shake the bad habit. Apparently, neither has he.
“You do?” You question.
He nods, “Less. But I do.”
“Why?”
He almost smiles at your question, “Why do I smoke?”
“Why did you lie about it?”
He sighs, looking down as he answers you, “Everyone’s got something, right? Sarah and Mitch have their relationship, Niall has his singing, Lewis has his stand-up every Friday, you have your double degree. I just wanted something that everyone could be proud of. Felt like something small like that would’ve been manageable to keep hidden from everyone.”
You frown, “Harry..”
“No,” He shakes his head, refusing to let you feel sorry for him, “No. Seriously, no. We’re not about to do pity. That’s not what we do with each other.”
“Okay,” You clear your throat and agree to let it go, grabbing a now filled shot glass and handing it over to him, “Drink?”
He smirks at you, silently thanking you as he reaches forward and takes the shot glass from you.
“Sorry for calling you a bitch.” He murmurs, offering you a small, sincere smile.
You give him one back, “Sorry for being one.”
His small smile turns into a grin.
“To the truth.” You hold your glass up to cheers his with.
“To the fuckin’ truth.”
You both down your shots and tap them down on the counter to gesture for the bartender to refill them. He complies and neither of you waste a second to down the next ones. Over and over, shot after shot, you continue to drink until you’re buzzed.
You’re both good at handling your liquor, and you know how much you can take. By the time you’re done with your shots, you’re over the moon. Buzzed and aware. Aware of what you feel, aware of where you are, aware of who you’re with. Aware.
Harry leans down, his face dangerously close to yours. He’s never been this close, you don’t think. You’ve never seen his face so clearly, you’ve never seen his chest tattoos so well, his necklace dangling, his—
“Should we go dance with the others now, you think?” He speaks into your ear and you feel your stomach beginning to erupt with nerves.
“Yeah,” You inhale sharply, nodding, “Sure.”
Harry grabs your hand and leads you through the crowd, keeping a hold of you even when you reach where your friends are. The contact is strange but you welcome it, liking the new barrier that’s being broken between the two of you.
Over the years, you’ve noticed how touchy he can get when he’s under the influence, so you have an idea of what you’re getting into. You like being on the receiving end for once. You could get used to this side of Harry. You like being his friend. His real friend.
Once you get to where the others are, you quickly gauge what they’re all doing. Mitch and Sarah are in their own little world as usual, dancing together as if it’s their wedding night. Niall’s dancing with a random girl he’s probably going home with later tonight and Lewis is making a fool of himself in the middle of them. Ah, friendship. You love to see it.
“Nice song, yeah?” Harry leans over to your ear, speaking over the music. The song playing is one of your all time favourites—Wet Dream by WetLeg.
Anyone who knows you, knows the way you feel about this song. It’s become tradition to play it everytime you carpool. A fine tradition, you think.
“Oh, the best.” You start bopping your head to the beat of the song, singing along with the lyrics you know and love.
“I was in your wet dream driving in my caaar, saw you at the side of the road, there’s no one else around you’re touching yourself, touching yourself—“ You start yelling out the words along with everyone else on the dance floor, shaking your head side to side and dramatising every word. Harry watches you and smirks, letting you have your moment.
“You said—“
You’re about to keep singing the next part when he beats you to it, “Baby do you want to come home with me? I got Buffalo ‘66 on dvd!”
You let out a surprised laugh at the fact that Harry even knows the words to the song, loving that you’re seeing this side to him. You’d never expect to have something as simple as loving a song like this in common, but here you are.
Beam me up—beam me up!
Count me in—count me in!
Three, two, one—three, two, one!
Let's begin!
The song continues and you realise that you’ve both been staring at each other for a good ten seconds in silence, just taking in the sight of each other. Harry really is beautiful. The way his hair hangs perfectly below his shoulders. The way his dimples show at the smallest hint of a smile. The way his eyes burn into yours. You never want to see anything else. Just him. Just Harry.
“I was in your wet dream, driving in my caaaar!” Harry’s voice breaks you out of your daydream, and you laugh as he grabs your hands, dancing with you to the beat of the song.
“What makes you think you're good enough to think about me when you're touching yourself?” You continue the song and he pretends to be shocked, acting out the song with you.
“You climb onto the bonnet and you’re licking the windscreen! I’ve never seen anything so obscene!” You both sing the next part together, leaning in close to each other’s faces and practically screaming with the biggest smiles on your faces, “It’s enough! To make a girl blush! It’s enough! It’s enough to make a girl blush!”
The rest of the song plays and you both continue to scream out every word, making the most of the moment you’re having and hoping it never ends. Neither of you are sure what’s going on but neither of you are complaining. You’re both witnessing a new side to each other and you’re enjoying it. Perhaps you were made to be best friends like the others. Maybe it was meant to happen like this.
The song eventually comes to an end and you both let out a deep sigh, catching your breath for a moment as another random song plays.
Harry looks down at you with parted lips, “Nice singing, Bunny.”
“Could say the same to you, H.” You smile and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. The move is natural and you don’t put too much thought into it. Neither does Harry.
His hands find their way to your waist and you both sway in time with the music, singing the lyrics into each other’s faces and having the time of your lives.
“I haven’t had sex in 5 months!” His voice is just loud enough for you to hear over the music.
Your eyebrows furrow, “What?”
He leans closer to your face, “I said—I said I haven’t had—”
“No I—I heard you H,” You chuckle, “I’m just a little—”
“Surprised? Yeah me too.” He grins at you, suddenly seeming to be completely comfortable with you in a way you never expected, “I stole that chocolate bar from you last week by the way, it wasn’t Niall.”
You laugh for a moment at his strange confessions until you process what he just told you, “Wait that was you?”

“Loud ‘n proud, bunny.” He grins proudly.
“You—you fucker!” You gasp, playfully hitting his chest with one of your hands, keeping the other where it was around his neck.

He chuckles, playing along, “Did you forget what I just—”
“Shut up!”
You both laugh, continuing to move your bodies together.
“What about you? Tell me something true.”
You purse your lips together, trying to come up with something to tell Harry. There’s a million things you could tell him, but you want to catch him off guard. You want to see an honest, raw reaction from him.
“I think you’re really pretty.” You finally say, shrugging your shoulders.
Harry raises his eyebrows at you, unsure if you’re being serious. “Pretty?”
You nod.
He tilts his head for a moment, “Weird choice of words.”
“I don’t think so,” You smile at him, “You’re a pretty boy.”
He smiles back, “You’re a pretty bunny.”
“We’re pretty.”
“We are.”
You both smile at each other and share a brief moment. A moment of what—you’re not sure. Two friends being supportive of each other? Two friends suddenly becoming closer and making the most of it? Two friends two friends two friends—
The next song begins playing and your heart begins to pace more. Desire, Meg Myers.
The two of you exchange a look, knowing that you won’t move together to this song the same way you have been for the others.
You know that you won’t be singing along with this one. You’d rather feel it. Feel Harry.
You move your hands away from around Harry’s neck, and he keeps his on your waist, holding you close. You move your hands down and place them over his, feeling electric all of a sudden.
Baby, I wanna fuck you
I wanna feel you in my bones
The song is loud and the coloured lights are flashing red. The atmosphere has changed—not only in the bar and on the dance floor, but between you and Harry. The way he’s looking at you is different. The way you’re looking at him is different. The way he’s touching you is different. The way you’re touching him is different.
I’m gonna tear into your soul
You begin to sway your hips to the beat of the song, holding your eyes over Harry’s. Neither of you dare to look away. You wouldn’t dream of it.
How do you want me?
How do you want me?
You begin to turn your body in time with the music, turning your back to Harry. He leans his head down, resting his head on your shoulder and keeping his hands by your waist as you continue to move against each other. You feel a surge of confidence—you’re not sure if it’s the song, if it’s the alcohol, if it’s Harry’s random confessions, if it’s the feelings you’ve been suppressing from him for years—but it’s here. It’s here and you’re about to make the most of it.
Yeah I gotta hurt you, I gotta hear it from your mouth
Boy, I wanna taste you, I wanna skin you with my tongue
I’m gonna kill you
You lean your ass back, moving it against Harry’s crotch. He sucks in a breath, and the only way you know it is because you feel his teeth graze the skin of your bare shoulder. Your eyes close at the feeling and you grow bolder, moving the same way a second time.
He tightens his grip on your waist. You can feel the bulge of his cock against your ass and you can only imagine how much it’s straining against the band of his jenas. You almost pity him. Almost.
I wanna feel you
I want it all
I wanna feel you
I want it all
You continue moving against Harry, enjoying his little reactions to your touch. To the way you feel. He begins trailing kisses down your neck, applying pressure and sucking on your skin. You still. You can’t focus on anything but the way his lips feel against you.
What’s going on between you both? What the fuck is happening? Why the fuck has it taken so long? Why couldn’t it happen sooner?
So many questions.
“Bunny,” Harry groans against your shoulder, placing one last kiss to your neck before moving his mouth to your ear, “Tell me something true.”
You know exactly what you want to say. Again, there’s so much you want to tell him. You want to tell him how good he feels against you, how much you love the way he moves his body against yours. You want to tell him that you feel the connection now. You want to tell him that you know he can feel it too. There’s so much to say, but you settle for the most simple thing. The most important one.
“I want you.”
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aaahhhh!!! i’m sososo proud of this one. idk why but this shot has a special place in my heart. the smut will be included in the second part. and believe me, it’s gonna be SMUT. i’m such a whore for angst n this friendship trope is just chef’s kiss.
anyway enough chat. i hope y'all enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it <3 if you liked what you read then please reblog n comment. feel free to suggest ideas for new posts too.
have a good day or night wherever you are n stay safe, always <3
- k
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