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jarofstyles · 4 months

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prince harry and common girl lover (best friends since childhood) + “we can’t keep hiding like this”

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The wind billowed the edge of the blanket they laid on, hiding underneath the willow tree as the sun got a bit lower in the sky. Being wrapped in Harry's arms was the most safe she ever felt, despite the fact it was the most dangerous place to be. His heart thumped steadily against her cheek, fingers running over the opposite as she felt his eyes burning a hole into her.

"We can't keep hiding like this." His voice rasped, lips turned downward. "I can't handle it anymore, Petal. I've been trying to find ways to be alright with hiding how much of my heart that you own but I keep hitting a wall. I believe it's because something is telling me I shouldn't hide you." He gently ran his knuckle over the bridge of her nose. "I want to tell them. Everyone."

Y/N's eyes burned as she closed them, trying to control the shaky exhale she released. It didn't work. She knew he was an optimist, her beautiful sunshine prince, but he had too much to lose. She couldn't be selfish with him, not when the entire kingdom would rely on him one day. "You know we shouldn't, Harry. You've been promised to someone else since the day you were noticed in your mother's belly." It was hard to control her voice, the weakness of it giving it away to Harry that she was struggling.

Nudging her up, he cupped the side of her face and thumbed over the high round of her cheek. Eyes scanned her face, taking in her slightly wobbly bottom lip and the glaze over her eyes that wrecked him. It shouldn't be this difficult. He shouldn't have to hide the person he loved with his entire being, so much so that she consumed him. He knew his mother would understand, but his father would be resistant. He would tell him that a future king had to make decisions they didn't like, and he would need to abide by the arrangement.

"I want to marry you, Petal." He whispered, connecting their lips at the end of the word. It was a pained kiss, one he was trying to melt into softness. Take away the brittle edges and file them down smoothly, let her feel the way he did. His sweet girl was so afraid, so nervous of what would become of them but Harry couldn't fathom a world without her at his side. "I want you to lay next to me at night, I want your hand in mine, your lips to only ever feel the shape of my own. I crave you every single second you are away from me. Don't you understand? How I yearn for you, I ache. Not just to be inside of you, but to be with you. To listen to your breaths as you sleep, just knowing that you're there." He swallowed thickly, nudging his nose against her own and took another kiss. Harder this time, a harsh breath leaving his nose as he pulled her, moving her dress so she could straddle his lap.

"My love, my sweet, my Petal. Please... allow me to take the risk." He pleaded. "Allow me to tell them of us, let me take the punishments if need be. I will do anything for you." His words were whimpered as he pressed frantic kisses to her lips, her cheeks, her forehead. "I feel like I'm going insane. As the day of the engagement party grows closer, I feel the walls of the castle getting smaller. I feel suffocated. The only time I can breathe is with you." His hands clutched her close, almost as if to prevent her from slipping through his fingers.

"Oh, Harry." She whispered sadly, watching his eyes water. It was unlike him, her sunshine prince. He was so bright, so warm. To see the storm clouds settle over the sun was alarming and she hated the sight. It wasn't right. "Do you think I don't feel the same? That I'm not physically ill at the idea of you bedding someone other than me, even if it is only to provide an heir? Do you think I don't cry in my bed after I leave the sparkling stars and you, wishing I could crawl back to you? But I feel so selfish." She pecked his nose, letting their foreheads rest together. "So, so selfish. What if they strip your title? What if they banish you? What if it's forced regardless and there's a rift between you and your family? I cannot bear the idea of ruining your life. I can't take the sunshine away from you."

The world was quiet. The birds chirped and the branches moved, leaves rustling in the wind, but the only sound they could hear was each others breaths and their own heartbeats in their ears.

"I would let them." He whispered after a moment. "I would let them take it all away from me before I let them take you. I don't think you grasp how much you mean to me. You are my heart." His eyes burned as he looked at her. "I would run with you, I would find us somewhere and build a life with you. Nothing else matters more than you." He sniffled, pressing his lips back against her and laying repetitive kisses to her lips. It was hard to convey just how much he truly loved her. How she had his heart in her hands and his should wrapped around her finger.

"Harry..." She laughed through a tear, looking down at the hand holding her waist tight. "I hope you know I feel the same for you. You're what I need." Her fingers brushed the hair that had fallen into his face, the soft curls unfairly highlighted caramel in the sunlight that bled through the leaves. He was inhumanly handsome. "I'm afraid for you."

"I'm afraid for myself if I don't admit my love for you. I can't be trapped in a loveless marriage when I have a love. The greatest lover there is. I want children with you, I want you by my side. Whether I'm king or not, having you would be my biggest accomplishment." He meant every word. Every beat of his heart belonged to her. "I'm going to tell them. I'm going to make you my wife, regardless of the cost. All I'll ever need is you."

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cinemastyles-backup · 7 months

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Visiting Home

Summary: Y/N goes home with Harry to spend Christmas with his family, tease each other during dinner, and then put the guest room to a very good use.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, sexual innuendos, fingering at the dinner table, oral (f rec), teasing, pregnancy talk, praising, fluffy, dirty filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

PRINCE HARRY

"I hate flying, Harry." I say picking at my fingers, "I always get so nervous." I look around at the busy airport.

"Hey. Hey. Look at me." Harry cups my cheeks with his hands, "Breathe. Take a deep breathe, love. I'll be with you the whole time, okay."

I take a deep breathe and smile at him, "Okay."

He kisses the top of my head and pulls me into him, holding me as we wait in line, "Just breaths, baby. It'll be over before you know it."

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We board the plane and take our seats and Harry immediately takes my hand into his. His thumb strokes the back of my hand as he quickly texts his mom that were on the flight.

He puts his phone back in his pocket and shifts to look at me, "Are you excited to see my mom again?" I nod and smile, "I love your mom." He smiles, "She loves you, so does Gem. They're always asking me about you."

"Really?" I smile, "They're such nice people." I bounce my leg as the plane starts to take off.

"So, I was thinking.." he tucks hair behind my ear and leans in. He motions for me to lean in closer to him, so I do.

"We could have some fun while we're visiting home."

I tilt my head, "Oh yeah, for sure! You know the place best, babe."

He shakes his head and smirks, "No, no baby. Fun."

"Oh." I raise my eyebrows, "Oh!" I bite my lip and smile, "Like what?" He smirks, "Well, I thought that maybe you can wear that cute little dress we got you, to dinner one of the nights."

"Okay?" I question, trying to get him to say what he wants to say.

"And maybe.." he draws lines up and down my arm with his finger, "No panties."

I nod slowly, "I like that idea." He leans in and kisses my cheek, "I have some other ones, but.." he lays his head back, a curl falling down over his forehead, "You'll just have to wait and be surprised."

I shake my head and laugh, playing with his fingers for a little while before I fall asleep on his shoulder.

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"Hey, y/n. Wake up, love." Harry plays with my hair gently, "Baby. We're here."

I slowly blink open my eyes and lift my head from his shoulder, "Did-" I yawn, "Did I sleep the whole time?" I look over at him and he nods, "Yeah."

"Oh Harry, I'm sorry. Why didn't you wake me up?"

He shakes his head, "You weren't stressing out about the plane, plus you just looked so peaceful, I couldn't disturb you." He leans over and puckers his lips. I smile and kiss him, "I'm so excited."

He nods, "Me too. Me too."

We get off the plane and wait for our luggage, "Where is it? I'm starving."

"Mom will have dinner ready by the time we get there. I promise." He pulls me closer and I lean against him, resting my head on his chest. I perk up when I see our bags come around, "There they are."

Harry walks up and grabs the bags for us and we head out to the car.

"Your mom didn't have to get a car for us, we could have.. figured it out." I look over at him and he takes my hand, "It's a very special occasion."

"Oh gosh. Now I'm even more anxious." I bite my lip and he shakes his head, "Don't be. Just relax."

"No, Harry. You have to tell me." I beg.

He sighs and leans over, "I'm going to see how many time I can make you cum at dinner." He whispers lowly and my cheeks go red and I bite my lip, "O-oh."

He pecks my cheek and looks out the window.

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"Ah! There she is!" Anne says running up to me. She wraps her arms around me, "How are you sweetheart?" I smile and lean back, "I'm good. You look great! How are you?"

She smiles, "Better now that I get to see you guys for a few days!"

"Hello to you too mom" Harry says walking over and setting the bags down. He hugs her and she laughs, "Oh you know I'm just as excited to see my baby boy."

She looks at me and shakes her head slightly with a laugh.

"You already replaced me as the favorite." Harry smiles as he shakes his head.

I smile and Anne walks me inside with her arm around me, "So. How was the flight?" I shrug, "I slept for most of it. I was nervous so I wasn't bothered by it."

"And how is this one treating you?" She nods at Harry with a smile, "Well, I hope"

"Don't worry, mom. I'm taking very good care of her." smirks and winks at me. I raise my eyebrows and tilt my head slightly.

"That's great to hear. Every time I talk to Harry it's always about how much he loves you." Anne smiles and shakes her head, "Hoping one day I can call you my official daughter in law."

I smile and look over at Harry, "I'd be honored to have you as my mother in law, Anne."

She smiles and looks around, "I'm going to go find Gem. She's excited you were coming." She walks away and I walk over to Harry, playfully hitting his arm, "Please don't embarrass me in front of your mother, Harry."

He laughs and plays dumb, "I don't know what you're talking about. I was just telling her that I take care of you.." he smirks, "Which I do."

I roll my eyes and look up at him, "You're lucky I love you."

"Yeah, yeah." He kisses my head, "I love you. This week will be fun, okay?"

"Family festivities fun or Harry fun?"

He shrugs and smiles as he looks up, "What's up, Gem?"

She walks over and hugs Harry, "Hey." She turns to me, "I'm glad you made it here safe. Hey, y/n." She hugs me and steps back, "He's treating you good, right? If not I'll have to kick his-"

"No worries, no worries. She's well taken care of." Harry smiles and slips a hand into my back pocket, giving my ass a little squeeze.

"Why don't you guys go up and get settled, dinner will be ready soon." Anne yells from the kitchen.

"Okay mom." Harry yells back, "Come on." He grabs my hand and pulls me with him.

He leads me up to the steps to the room we stayed in multiple times before.

"Should I wear the dress or cas-"

Harry spins me around and presses his lips to mine. His hand pushes the door shut and he wraps his arms around me.

"Harry." I whisper, but it doesn't get his attention, "Harry." I try to push him away but he slips a hand in my pants and starts to rub my clit, "Oh fu-"

He covers my mouth with his hand, "You have to be very, very quiet, baby."

I nod and close my eyes as his fingers work in small circles. My moans are muffled by his hand and I dig my fingers into his arm.

"I want to feel you around my cock so bad." He nips my ear and i whimper, "But that'll have to wait for now."

He pulls his hand out of my jeans and unbuttons them, "But I will have a quick little taste if that's alright with you."

I nod and step out of my jeans. He walks me backwards to the bed, his arm around my waist as he sets me down, "Stay quiet."

He dips his head between my legs and my hands slaps against my mouth. I arch my back off the bed as his tongue works between my folds.

I moan and press my hands harder against my mouth.

He grips my hips and pins them down, moaning lowly against me. I drop a hand down to the bed and grip at the blanket.

I bite my lip and my eyes roll back as I fight off moaning. I squeeze my thighs together and grip his hair, "Mm." I bring a hand up to cover my mouth again as my orgasm takes over.

My legs fall limp to the sides as Harry leans back. He pushes his hair back and smirks at me. I shake my head and smile.

He pulls me up and kisses me, my taste still on his lips, "Good girl." He whispers, "Let's see how you do during dinner."

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I ended up wearing the dress.

The dress with no panties under it.

I'm three glasses of wine deep and working on a fourth.

"Y/N sweetie, how's your mom doing?" Anne asks setting her glass down. I nod and smile, "She's good. Her business is starting to take off. She's getting more clients everyday she's open."

"She does beautiful work, I was looking at her page, she deserves it. She's an amazing artist." Gemma says sipping her drink.

I smile and Harry slips a hand under dress and rests it on my thigh, "Um, yeah. She definitely dedicates a lot of time to it."

"She's very deserving of it, then." Gemma smiles, "I'm going to clear these plates and then we can talk more." She gets up and grabs a few dishes.

"Oh here let me-" I go to stand up but Anne waves me to sit back down, "No, no. You're a guest, please. Sit back down."

I nod and look over at Harry who has a smirk plastered on his face, "Hi."

I bite my lip and shake my head.

He leans in, "You know you want it." He moves closer to me and his hand slides further up. I grip the table and spread my legs slightly.

"That's my girl." He whispers as his fingers slide up and down my slit. I close my eyes and keep my lip between my teeth.

He works his fingers in and out slowly.

I can feel him watching me, getting a rise out of doing this.

"Harry, sweetie." Anne says causing me to jump, "Can you come get this dish off the top shelf for me?"

Harry nods and pulls his hand out, "Of course." I hear Anne walk away and Harry fingers his fingers to his mouth, wrapping his lips around them.

I watch as he slowly pulls them out and smirks, "We're not done."

He gets up and walks into the kitchen and I sit there trying to collect myself.

"So." Gemma says walking in and sitting across from me, "Anything new with you?" I shake my head, "Still hate flying, but we're here."

She laughs, "I get that. Once you do it so many times it just becomes.. a normal thing? I don't know. It definitely gets easier."

"Okay. Dessert!" Anne says walking in. She sets cake down on the table and Harry sets the plates down. "Oh my, that looks so good." I lean forward and set my glass down.

"It does. Doesn't it." Harry looks at me and gives me a wink. I smile slightly and shake my head.

He walks back over and sits down next to me, close like before. His hand goes back to my thigh and his thumb gently brushes against my skin.

Anne hands out the plates of cake, "Thank you." I say, picking up my fork. Anne walks over to give Gemma one and sits down.

Harry slips his hand higher up and I spread my legs again, "So, mom." Harry says, "What are you plans for this week?"

"We'll, I'm definitely taking y/n shopping. I need some time with her. I've missed her dearly." Anne smiles at me.

I smile back and try to keep my composure as Harry circles my clit with his finger, "Sounds.. fun. Im always down for shopping."

"Yeah, it's ridiculous sometimes." He says shaking his head.

"Oh you only say that because you're a man." Gemma teases, "If you were a woman, you know very well you'd be in the shops looking around too."

Harry shrugs and laughs, "Probably." He works his finger back into me and I rest my thumb on my mouth.

"There's no rush to get up in the morning either, whenever everyone gets up is when we'll start the gift giving. I know how it is flying from all the way over there to here." Anne says, "You guys need your rest."

"Yeah, I'll probably turn in early." Harry works another finger in.

"I don't know." I say fighting a smirk, "I feel pretty alright right now. I mean I'm sure it'll hit me later on, though."

"Oh it most definitely will." Gemma says, "That jet lag is a killer."

Harry nods, "Yeah, it's a very rough time." His glances over at me and pulls his hand out.

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Harry checks his phone and lets out a, very fake, yawn, "I'm going to head up to bed." He kisses my cheek and takes his arm from around my shoulder, "Come up whenever."

He gives his mom a kiss on the cheek and walks towards the steps. I look over my shoulder at him and he gives me a wink.

I smile and look back at Anne, "We're so happy to have you here, y/n."

"I'm happy to be here, Anne." I look at the fire place and finish my wine, "I appreciate that you enjoy me being around."

"Of course, sweetie. Now why don't you get up to bed. We have a big day tomorrow!" She reaches over and pats my shoulder, "You'll always be welcome here. You're the best thing to happen to Harry and I appreciate you loving him the way you do."

"He's the best thing that's happened to me. I really do love him." I smile and stand up. I grab my wine glass and take it out to the kitchen before I head upstairs.

I slowly open the door and step in. The room is dark, but some candles that are lit, "Harry?" I question as I shut the door.

He steps out from what I'm guessing is the bathroom and walk over to me, "About time you came up."

"Yeah, me and your mom were.." he leans down and kisses my neck, "Talking." I breathe out.

"I want you so bad." He mumbles against my neck, "Thinking of how wet you are.." he kisses up my neck and grabs my ass to pull me closer, "I need to feel you."

I wrap my arms around his neck as he lifts me up and walks over to the bed, "Quiet, baby." He whispers as he kisses down my neck.

He takes the towel off his waist and pushes my dress up, "Fuck." He groans as he pumps his cock a few times. I spread my legs and he positions himself between my knees.

He looks down at me as he slides in, "Harry." I breathe out, "Fuck."

"Shh." He groans leaning down to kiss me. I moan into his mouth and he brings his hand up and lays his palm to my lips.

He starts to thrust faster, biting his lip and tilting his head back. He reaches his other hand up and grips the headboard, "fuck." He curses quietly.

His hair hangs down over his face and his lips part. I lay a hand over his mouth and close my eyes as I can feel myself getting closer to cuming.

I wrap my legs around his waist and arch my back off the bed, moaning into his hand and grabbing the sheets with the other one.

He leans up and grips my hips, "You're so beautiful." He bites his lip and continues thrusting. I smile as I watch him, biting my lip to contain the moans I want to scream out.

He leans down, "I love you."

"I love you." I kiss him and run a hand through his hair, "I love you so much." I whimper and clench around him as he makes me cum a second time, "Fuck."

He kisses down my neck and groans, "Y/N.. fuck.." he pulls out and whimpers into my neck which is so fucking hot.

He leans up after keeping his head on my shoulder for a few minutes, "Hold on." He grabs his towel and gently wipes off my body.

He lays down next to me and pulls the cover over us, "I want to start a family with you."

I turn my head slightly, "Really?"

"Why do you sound so surprised?" He asked with a chuckle.

"I'm not, I want to, too. I just- with the band and everything I wasn't sure if now would be a good time, you know?" I roll over to face him, "You really want to?"

He nods and kisses my nose, "I do."

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green-typewriterz · 6 months

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Lilacs and Forget me nots

Part two

Harry Styles x princess!reader

Summary: Crown Prince Harry Styles is quiet, secluded and most of all, an asshole. No one would ever want to marry him. Unfortunately for you, you don’t get a choice

ASK: Could you write a prince Harry Styles/ princess reader. It can be an idea of your choosing but ideas are 1. they get engaged without their knowledge (something basic) I‘m really not that good at improvising so I‘ll let you decide on what to write and I‘m sure I‘ll love it! Thank you!!!

Warnings: none???

word count: 1645

“Engaged?” You practically screamed at your father, your face red from anger. He sat in his favourite armchair in his room, the work in front of him now discarded. You could barely believe the words that had just left his mouth - this definitely wasn’t something you were ready for.

He eventually looked up at you, his kind eyes tired. “I’m sorry Y/N, this is our only option. We need allies, Queen Anne’s kingdom can provide that.” He looked back down again, picking up a large weathered paper and beginning to read it.

You thought for a moment, realising who exactly he meant. Queen Anne had two kids and one of them was unavailable, leaving Harry. You sat down on the end of your father’s bed, tugging on your hair as you tried to wrap your head around it. “Harry? Is the allieship really worth me marrying an ass?” Your father tried not to laugh, trying to keep the situation serious.

“You will meet with him this evening, you will get along and unfortunately for you… you will marry him.” He replied, there was no room for argument and you knew that this was the end of the conversation. You left the room soon after, going to get prepared for the guests.

Harry sat beside his mother, idly fiddling with his shoulder length hair as the rest of his family spoke with the King and Queen. He did not want to be here and he could not be bothered to hide that. The girl he was supposed to marry hadn’t even bothered to show up yet and he felt as though he had wasted his best suit on this meeting.

After a while, the group sitting in the dining hall heard gentle laughter echo through the large corridor beside it and your mother smiled as she saw you enter the room, making small talk with one of the cooks. Harry turned to look at you, studying your face. Your E/C eyes were bright and, when they weren’t attentively watching the person talking, they were creased in a smile, your H/C hair was elegantly styled and your simple dress was shining in the candlelight.

He was ready to admit to himself that you were beautiful, but it didn’t change his mind. He did not want to marry. You sat in the seat beside him (one that you could tell was specifically placed for you and said your thanks to Poppy, the young cook you were good friends with before turning toward the conversation in front of you.

“Queen Anne, I’m sorry for my lateness, I simply lost track of time.” You spoke calmly, bowing your head. Harry scoffed and you turned to look at him, for a moment, not saying a word. Harry leaned back in his chair and began speaking with Gemma, who was on the other side of him.

You were ready to admit to yourself that he was handsome, but a handsome bastard is still a bastard - no matter how dazzling their emerald eyes were. You listened politely to conversation, nodding every now and then to assure them you were listening but in reality you couldn’t concentrate. You could feel Harry’s stare on you and it was obvious that he wasn’t even attempting to join in on this conversation. He was judging, cold and you couldn’t bear to be near him.

The meal ended after what was four arduous hours and you excused yourself from the table, heading back to your room. It only took a moment for Harry to follow after, stopping you in the middle of the hallway by grabbing your wrist. “Y/N.” You turned to look at him, taking him in fully for the first time. His ringed hand was still gripping your wrist, his body moving closer to yours to speak more quietly. “It’s clear that neither of us want to marry the other.” You sigh in relief as he spoke again, “So, we have the ceremony and we don’t talk again.”

You shook your head, moving closer to him to argue back. “I want to marry for love. If I wed some bastard that wouldn’t care if I died, I'd never be able to marry a person who I truly want to spend my life with.” You pulled your wrist from his grasp, frustration circling like a cloud in your mind. “I refuse to marry you, even for the sake of an allyship.”

He scoffed, “If we are speaking our minds then let me make it plain. I don’t wish to wed you either, the difference between us here is that I’m not a childish girl.”

“Aren’t you?” Harry never moved from his spot and, though you wanted to, you found yourself unable to move anyway. You could feel his breath, sharp against your cheek and his hands, that were mere inches away from yours, repeatedly clenched, his fingers brushing against yours every few moments.

There was a tension. It settled in the hallway like the remnants of an echo. Harry’s eyes lost their fury, softening under your gaze. You stood your ground, not understanding how to feel as your lips parted to sigh gently. You could feel yourself inch closer. He did the same. It was only when his eyes closed that you pulled away. Not uttering another word to the prince.

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Harry’s family had had residence in your palace grounds for the past few weeks - the guest chambers available to them until the wedding. Everybody in the palace was busy, decorations were being placed and final adjustments to be made. It was in your Kingdom’s best interest that as many royals attend as possible, the allyship between you and Harry creating many opportunities for many people. You sat in the middle of your room, wearing nothing but your white boned corset and a long, sheer underskirt.

“I just find it unfair that I have to wear this torture and he gets to wear nothing but a suit.” You refused to even say his name and hadn’t done so since that evening. Your maid, Tilly, laughed gently, muttering to herself about your repetitive complaints. You huffed as she stood you back up and continued to tighten your corset as there was a knock at the door.

Neither of you had a chance to answer as it swung open, revealing Harry stood there in his suit. You quickly attempted to cover yourself with your hands as he walked in, speaking furiously. “Please tell me it was not you that invited that Duke.” The look on his face told you who was talking about, “I feel as though the both of us are already uncomfortable enough with this wedding and having him in attendance won’t make the situation any less easy.”

“That’s not the only reason she may be uncomfortable, m’lord.” Tilly spoke quickly, a sharp, motherly tone in her voice. He turned to look at the two of you, eyes widening as he realised the situation. Harry swiftly spun around, turning to face the door. His cheeks flushed red.

He pulled at his hair, fiddling with one of the plaits that had been braided into it. “I was just wondering if I had the permission to politely escort him from the grounds.”

You shook your head, arms still covering your body. “I don’t think that wise, Harry,” Then you smiled to yourself, tilting your head down so he wouldn’t see you laugh, “It’s also not wise to pretend you’re not looking at me while intensely watching me through the mirror as you have been doing since you turned away.”

You could see the blush on his face through the mirror and attempted to stifle a laugh as he coughed awkwardly, leaving the room once more without a goodbye. Tilly scoffed and began to get to work again, listing endless complaints about the boy who had just intruded. Your mind was clouded, you didn’t know what to think anymore.

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Harry stood nervously at the altar, these last few weeks having given him time to think. His hair had been fixed for the fifth time now as his shaking hands kept stressfully removing the braids (much to the hairstylists chagrin). Y/N was meant to arrive any moment now and, as he stood in the wood, looking at all of the lights that the designers had hidden in the trees and waited, palms oddly sweaty.

Then, as if you had read his mind, you stood at the end of the aisle. Your dress was impossibly beautiful. The corset section was almost similar to armour, with lilac flowers embroidered onto the bone, the flower of his kingdom. The gentle lace at the top of the corset was a light purple, and the silk, off-the-shoulder sleeves seemed perfectly placed. The skirt was clean and white, the length of it trailing behind you. The bottom of the dress slowly became tulle (almost like a fabric gradient) and eventually made it look as though a trial of lilacs was following behind you. Harry’s white suit perfectly matched yours, though the embroidery on his was that of forget-me-nots, the flower that was on the front of your family's crest, chosen by your family to represent devotion, loyalty and true love.

At that moment, it was as though a switch had flipped. Harry’s throat went dry, his eyes taking you in as if he might never see you again. When you reached his side, he leant forward, whispering into your ear, “Any cruel word ever uttered from my lips toward you hurts me to remember. I regret every cold moment that could’ve been spent relishing in your elegance. I am truly sorry if I have harmed you.” He leaned away again, a genuine smile on his face.

You met his eyes and raised your hands to take his. “All is forgiven, my prince.”

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maevesheart · 11 months

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♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪ masochistic desires

♪ summary: prince harry, known for his extensive drug use and lewd band, openly rebels against his birth into the most famous english family in the world. his norm of getting everything he wants is challenged when you, the know-it-all, smug american, rejects his advances. but the prince is never one to turn down a challenge.

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

♪ pairing: prince!dark!harry styles x fem!reader

♪ wordcount: tbd

♪ status: ongoing

♪ warnings: dark!harry, drug & alcohol use, domestic violence, mentions of self harm

♪ note: just recently re-read the selection… will never get over those books so i had to feed my royalty / celebrity prince obsession somehow. also wanted to do something involving grunge (if you can call it that lol) and like rock so here we are. super excited to write this and for u guys to read this :))))!!!!

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last updated: jun 22, 2023

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enchantedlandcoffee · 1 year

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Harry as a Disney prince

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cinemastyles-blog · 1 year

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Summary: Anon request - “Hey, can you please write something like yn X Harry are smoking weed together and then they are starting have fun with each other 😁🫠”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, use of weed, praising, oral (m), fingering, biting, hair pulling, unprotected sex, filth

Master

∘₊✧── 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 ──✧₊∘

You giggle as you pass the blunt back to Harry, “This is so fun. Why don’t I do this more often?”

He plucks it from your fingers and chuckles, “Because you don’t know what fun is.” He glance over at you and smirks.

You roll your eyes, but you’re too high to even pretend to be mad at him, “I’ll be mad at you later.”

You hear him laugh so you look back over at him. You study the way he’s sitting there with his head tilted back as the smoke leaves his lips. His leg propped up on his knee with his hand bringing the blunt to and from his lips.

He’s fucking hot.

“You know-“

His voice causes you to jump, “Fuck, harry. You scared me.” He laughs and looks at you, “How did I scare you?”

“I was staring at you.”

“We’re you now? Hmm.”

You stare at him blankly, no response coming to you, “I guess?” You laugh and reach out for the blunt, “Please.”

He tsks his tongue, “Do you deserve it?”

You pout, “Yes.”

He sighs with a smirk, “Alright.”

He moves the blunt towards you, you go to grab it but he moves his hand back quickly, “Mm, I wanna do it.”

You nod, allowing him to hold the blunt to your lips. You make eye contact with him as you wrap your lips around the end of it. They close as you inhale the smoke, leaning back slowly as you exhale, “Fuck.”

Harry chuckles, “You’re adorable when you’re high.”

You smile and tilt your head to look at him, “You’re adorable even when you’re not high.”

“Shit, you’re really honest when you’re high, aren’t you?”

You smirk, “You know how people say drunk words speak sober thoughts or whatever?”

He nods.

“I guess it’s the same way with this.”

He puts the blunt to his lips, watching you as he takes a drag, “Oh yeah?” He asks holding in the smoke before blowing it out, “What are your sober thoughts that you’d like to speak while high?”

You bite your lip and heave yourself forward, standing up and walking over to him. You straddle him and look down at him, “Does it have to be words?”

He shakes his head and smirks, “Not at all, love.”

You lean down and press your lips to his, his free hand lays flat against the small of your back.

You lean back, pulling his hand with the blunt to your lips and taking a drag. You hold it, leaning down to press your lips to his as you blow the smoke into his mouth.

He inhales and leans forward, putting it out in the ashtray while holding you to him. He leans back and blows, “You’re fucking wild.”

“You have no idea.”

You crash your lips into his, holding onto his neck as you quickly move into a make out session. He groans against your lips as your grind down onto his quickly growing bulge.

“Want to move this party inside?” He mumbles as he pushes his hips up. You nod, “Please.”

You quickly get off of him and pull him into the house with you, giggling as you leave a trail of clothing behind the two of you.

You make it to the bedroom and Harry pins you against the wall, “You’re such a tease, y’know that?” He presses his lips to your neck, biting and sucking a mark into your skin.

You let a moan slide out as you run your hand though his hair, tugging slightly, “You like it, don’t you?”

He kisses yo to your ear and nips it, “Not when my cock gets hard around all our friends.”

You can’t help but giggle and slip out from under him, “I’ll make it up to ya.” You motion with your finger for him to come to the bed and he does. You push him down and straddle him again.

You kiss down his chest, torso, and each hip before you kiss his hard cock through his tight boxers. You slip your fingers into the band and pull them down.

You look up at him as his cock springs free and his lips are parted, waiting for your lips to be around him.

You wrap a hand around his cock, licking from your fingers up, “Mm.” You smirk and bite your lip.

He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, watching your every move.

You wrap your lips around the tip of it, swirling your tongue. His breathe hitches in his throat and he tilts his head back, “Fuck.”

You slowly work your way down, swirling your tongue, hollowing your cheeks out as you bob your head, giving him the full work up. His hips thrust up and his moans are low and raspy, “S-shit, y/n.”

You push your head down as far as it will go, gagging around him. You pull your head up, wiping the spit off your chin with your wrist.

“You’re good at that.” He smirks as his breathing slows down, “Fuck.” He leans down, pulling you up onto him, “You’re fucking beautiful.”

He presses his lips in between your boobs and licks upward, “So fucking sexy.”

You close your eyes, enjoying every praise and compliment he gives you.

He dips his head down, taking your nipple into his mouth as he kneads the other one with his hand. You moan and tangle your fingers in his hair, “H-harry.”

You tilt your head back, letting out a loud moan as he sucks on your boobs, marking the skin all around.

“Even your moans are pretty.” He smirks and lightly drags a finger down your torso, sliding it into the hand of your panties before snapping the elastic, “I bet these are soaked, aren’t they?”

You bite your lip, “Find out for yourself.”

“Ahh. I will.”

He slides his hand down, cupping your clothed pussy. He presses his palm to it and raises his eyebrows, “What’s got you so turned on, babe?”

“You.” You breathe out, “Always you.”

You kiss him, your lips finding that rhythm that is perfect with his.

You moan into his mouth as he pushes the fabric aside and drags his fingers up and down between your soaked folds. His fingers tease your clit, causing you to gasp, “Fuck.”

He smirks, “You like that?”

You nod, “I’d like it better if your cock was in me.”

“Patience, love. It will be soon. I want to take time and feel you.”

And with that, Harry plunges two of his fingers inside of you, stroking your walls slowly, “You’re so wet, fuck.”

You moan and grip his shoulders, grinding your hips down onto his hand, “Fuck, fuck that feels so good.”

“Use my fingers, babe. Fuck yourself on them.”

You start to rise and fall onto his fingers, grinding your hips down onto them as Harry holds his hand perfectly still.

His thumb flicks against your click, adding the perfect sensation, “s-shit.” You clench around his fingers, already ready to cum.

Harry leans in, kissing all the skin he can reach with his lips, “so hot, the way you’re fucking your self with my fingers, you’re such a dirty little slut when you’re high.”

He moans against your skin, “I love it.”

You bite your lip, whimpering as you feel yourself growing closer, “H-Harry.”

“Go on, love.”

You ride his fingers, clenching around them as he continues whispering little phrases against your heated skin.

“Fuck.” You let out a loud moan as you cum, digging your nails into his shoulders as your thighs squeeze his hand.

He strokes your hair, sliding his hand down your back you open your thighs, breathing heavy as he pulls his hand out, “Good girl.” He brings his hand up and moans as his fingers lay on his tongue, “Mm.”

You watch in awe as he sucks you off of his own fingers. You bite your lip, grabbing his hand and pulling it from his mouth and pulling them into hours.

He groans at the sight, shaking his head with a smirk, “Such a dirty fucking slut.” He leans in as he pulls his hand away, swiping his tongue against your bottom lip before kissing you.

He wraps an arm around your waist and places a hand on the side of your neck, pulling you closer to him as he groans into your mouth, “I need to feel that pussy around my cock.”

He flips you both over so your back is on the bed. He kisses down your neck as he reaches down, gripping his cock and sliding it against your folds before thrusting in.

You let out a whine that’s instantly followed by a loud moan. Your back arches off the bed and you wrap your legs around his waist, “Fuck, you feel so fucking good, baby.”

His thrusts are slow and deep at first, feeling every inch of you that’s caressing his cock, “Fuck, the most perfect pussy.”

You moan and brush hair out of his face, “It’s yours.”

He bites his lip and nods, “Damn right it is.”

His thrusts grow into a quick punishing pace, he reaches up with one hand and grips the headboard while the other slide around your neck, “Say it again.”

You smile slightly as he starts to choke you, “It’s your pussy, baby.”

He groans and closes his eyes, feeling every bit of pleasure that you’re giving him, “Sure fucking is.”

His hand stays on your neck, releasing a bit of pleasure, “my dirty slut, so beautiful when you’re taking my cock like this.”

“Feels s-so good.” You gasp and tighten your legs around him, “G-gonna cum. Don’t stop.”

You drag your nails down his back, earning a groan from him, “Fuck.”

He brushes hair from your face and kisses you. You push yourself against him, clinging to him as you cum again, “Fuckfuckfuck.”

“Fuck.” He moans, “I don’t want to pull out.”

“Don’t.”

He doesn’t think twice before his cock is twitching inside of you, moaning loudly as he pushes his cum deep into your pussy with a few more thrusts.

He slips his cock out and lays beside you, “Fuck.”

“Fuck.” You copy him with a laugh.

He looks over at you, “You alright?”

“I’m better than alright, Harry.”

He chuckles, “Good, good.”

You both lay there breathing heavy for a few moments before he gets up, “Be right back.”

You throw the blanket over your body and lean back against the headboard.

Harry comes back in a few moments later with the week, ice cream and two spoons.

“Figured we can just chill out in here.” He laughs and gets comfortable next to you in bed before turning the tv on, “Comedy?”

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This probably is my new favorite one shot that I have ever written. Thank you so much for this request!

If you have any others you can send them my way!

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overallrry · 2 years

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Prince Harry is set to take the throne of Eroda in just one short month. There's a lot to do and handle before he becomes king and he plans to focus fully on his royal duties upon returning to his home. However he didn't plan to meet a young maid who is never afraid to stand her ground and even talk back to him with no care about his title or class. And most importantly, he didn't plan to fall for said maid, especially after the circumstances of their first meeting.

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hazzashouse · 10 months

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I need a fanfic about prince Harry Styles so badly

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llh-bbg-420 · 1 year

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just-let-me-adore-you · 11 months

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"Givaria"

Part 1

Prince Harry Styles Series

Word Count: about 4000

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(pic above is Rosalyn)

July 30th 2014

[Rosalyn's P.O.V.]

The salty air of the ocean blew against my face as I sat on the ship. The sun was hidden behind the dark clouds that cast darkness all around. I rose from the wooden bench and made my way over to the captain.

"Cap, I think we should dock somewhere for the night. It looks like there's a storm rolling in, and-"

"Rosa, 's fine. Theres no storm, believe me I would know. Just go sit back down or scrub the deck below." He spoke keeping his eyes trained on the sea ahead of him. I fought off the urge to argue with him knowing if I did it'd be no use.

I bit the side of my cheek in frustration as I walked back to the bench. I missed my home very much, it wasn't much but it was the place I was born and raised. The place where I would wander about at odd hours of the night and stand on the shore line as the gentle waves rolled over my feet. I missed that, but I knew I'd also miss sailing across the oceans and seeing different people.

I was tore away and brought back to the present by a sudden jerk of the ship. The mist of the choppy waves hitting the side of the ship hit my back. I shivered from the coldness of it.

"Hey, Rosa!" Hansen called from the other end of the boat. He waved his hands in the air frantically. I quickly rode to my feet and made my way over to him.

"What's goin' on?" I ask.

"Does the captain know that there's a storm?" I felt my gut twist in a knot at his words.

"Yes, I told him but he just brushed it off and denied it." Hansen rolled his eyes and jogged off towards the captain. Just then I felt a rain drop hit my shoulder, then another one and then another. I cursed under my breath knowing there was only two outcomes of this. One, we all survived and docked the boat for the night. Or two, the ship gets taken beneath the waves and we all drown.

It was like a domino effect one person began freaking out which triggered another. I rushed over towards Hansen and the Captain.

"Um, there's a storm that's rolling in right now, Captain." He turned his head and stared at me.

"I can see that, tell everyone we need all hands on deck in case of an emergency." He ordered I nodded my head and quickly climbed the stairs that led to the bell. I grabbed the rope and moved it causing the bell to chime loudly. The rest of the crew emerged from below deck and stood with life vests in hand.

Suddenly I fell to the floor as the ship was hit by a nasty wave. The sound of wooden crates sliding on the floor just told me how bad this storm was going to be. I rose to my feet and went down the stairs and grabbed a vest for myself. Out of nowhere rain came pouring down like buckets, the wind picked up significantly making the ship pick up speed. I watched as the captain struggled to get the ship under control. Just then another wave hit the ship this time it was worse. Crates fell off the side of the ship, I felt my heart begin to race.

"All hands on deck! All hands on deck!" Captain screamed, I stood at a stand still as everyone else readied themselves by the lifeboats. By now I was soaked and freezing. I could only hope that the storm would pass by fast and we'd be safe. But that hope was soon gone.

I watched in horror as a few crew members fell overboard from the rocking of the ship. I gripped onto the nearest thing I could. I don't think anyone had anytime to register what was happening until we were submerged under water.

I swam upwards and gasped for air once my head was resurfaced. I looked around trying to find something to keep me afloat other than an old life vest that didn't really work. I began paddling towards the lifeboat that I could only vaguely see through the fog. The burn in my legs had intensified as I began swimming faster and faster. I wasn't fast enough to catch up to the lifeboat though.

"WA-" My scream was cut off by a wave going over my head. I fought with my entire being to keep my head above water. With no one or anything in sight besides the ship sinking below the dark waters I couldn't help but want to give up. I just knew I couldn't, not this easily.

I began swimming towards the shoreline, alone, scared, and terribly cold. The shoreline was a long distance away but I could still see it. With every kick of my legs and every stroke of my arms I was closer to the shore. I ignored the blazing burn in my entire body knowing if I let it consume me I wouldn't make it to land.

"HEY! OVER HERE!" I heard a man scream, I stopped swimming and looked around. That's when I saw someone waving their arms around as they stood in a boat. "HERE GRAB ONTO THIS!" He screamed throwing out a buoy, I paddled towards it and grabbed onto it and was pulled toward the boat. "Here love, give me your hand." I didn't waste a singke second before giving my hand to the man. He pulled me up into the boat. The cold air hitting my soaked clothing making me uncontrollably shiver. "Here cover up with this." He spoke giving me his black jacket. I smiled as a way of thanking him. "Are there any others?"

"N-N-No not that I'm aware of." I replied, pulling the jacket tighter around my body.

"You poor thing, are you okay?" He sympathized, I shook my head yes. He started the boat motor before he began driving back to the shore line.

He put the anchor down into the water before glancing back at me. I broke the gaze and looked past the shore line to see a giant stone castle sitting atop a hill.

"Alright, I'm taking you there. They'll help you out, I promise." I nodded my head before I rose to my feet shakily, I took a step and fell down on the boat.

"Bloody hell, here let me help you." He spoke, helping me up to my feet. We made it out of the boat and onto the sandy beach. He looped his arm under mine as we walked towards the castle. The closer we got the bigger it looked.

"Who-who lives here?"

"The Styles' royal family live here. It's called Gavaria Castle."

"Oh." I'd never heard of them or this castle my entire life. "Who are you?"

"Oh, I'm just a stable hand." He spoke, I nodded my head. I was flabbergasted at the sight of two giant doors that stood before me. They were opened by two guards covered in metal armor.

Two women came running over to us, "Oh, goodness gracious you poor thing." One of them said looking me up and down.

"Get her somewhere warm and settled, she was part of the shipwreck." The stable hand spoke, his arm was unlocked from under mine. I stumbled backwards into a pile of straw. The women that stood before me gave me worried glances.

"Can you walk, darling?" One of them spoke offering me a hand. I took it and pulled myself up.

"Uh, yes just right now I think I'm just in shock."

"Oh, I'm sure you are. Here let's get you a change of clothes and cleaned up, hm?" She spoke, her voice was full of warmth and kindness. I smiled thankfully.

***

After being escorted up a few flights of stairs I'd made it to a room. I stood mind blown at how beautiful it looked.

"Here's a change of clothes, the shower is right over there." The woman informed me pointing to a door. I smiled and grabbed the neatly folded dress from her hands and carefully made my way into the bathroom. I'd never seen such a pretty dress before. I've worn dresses, but not one like this one. It was a beautiful scarlet red color.

***

I stepped out of the shower and my attention was brought back by a soft knock on the door. I quickly wrapped my self in the robe I'd found neatly folded on a stool.

"Come in!." I called, the door was opened and I saw the same woman who'd given me the dress.

"I forgot that you'll need a corset, love." I fought off the urge to twist my face up in horror at the thought of something cinching my waist.

"Okay, how do I put it on?" I asked, I felt stupid for asking but I didn't want to wear it the wrong way and look stupid. She gave me a small smile.

"I have to tie the laces anyways, so just put this on and then come out and I'll tighten it, okay?"

I grabbed the corset from her hand and nodded my head. She closed the door and I slipped it on, struggling to get it over my hips at first. I was always told I had my mother's hips, wide and full. I opened the door and walked out into the bedroom.

She walked up behind me and began pulling the strings, I bit my lip as I felt the pressure on my ribs. It ended quickly though, "Alright, now go put on the dress, hun." I struggled to breath as I made my way over to the bathroom. Once inside I carefully slipped the dress on. I took a look at myself in the mirror, I thought I looked nice.

I stepped out and was met with a wide eyed glance, "Oh, you look beautiful!" She exclaimed I fought back a laugh.

"Thank you, um what's your name?"

"Beatrice, yours?"

"Rosalyn."

"What a pretty name," she spoke her eyes traveled down to my barren feet. "Oh, how could I have forgotten shoes?" She spoke, my eyes followed her as she walked over to the walk in closet to pull out a pair of matching red heels. I hated heels with a passion, let's just say the last time I wore heels was probably about ten years ago...and well I ended up taking them off after about ten minutes. She handed me the heels and I slipped them on. There was a knock on the door and another woman walked in, she greeted me with a smile. I smiled back.

"So, your the lady that everyone has been gossiping about?" I shruggedy shoulders in response.

"I guess?" I say.

"Okay, well regardless you look wonderful. I'm sure the prince would take a certain liking to you."

"Wait, the prince?" I blurted.

She fought back a laugh, "Yes, he's supposed to get married to Princess Fia in a week and its obvious that he doesn't want to marry her."

"Well, that sounds like it'd suck." I say, tilting my head to side slightly.

"Speaking of the king to be we should probably inform him that there's a guest." She spoke looking at Beatrice when she said it. They both grinned, Beatrice was quick to exit the room.

"So, I take it this isn't why your used to?"

I shook my head no, "What's your name?"

"Grace, yours?"

"Rosa-" I was cut off by the sound of doors opening, I looked over to them and saw a man dressed in a black suit with shoulder length curls framing his chiseled face. I felt like I would fly away from the mass amount of butterflies in my stomach as he walked over to me. I immediately curtseyed before him.

"Whas' your name?" He spoke, I felt my knees grow weak as my eyes locked with his green ones.

"Rosalyn Don." I spoke quietly, he gave me a small smile.

"Beautiful name, I'm Harry. Well, technically Prince Harry. Do you have any family?" It hit me like a freight train, I didn't have family left my family was on the ship. And if I did I had no idea where they were.

I shrugged my shoulders, "Well, you're welcome here for as long as you need."

"Thank you." I say smiling.

I watched as he backed away his eyes glistened in the light that peaked through the satin window drapes. I watched him walk out of the room and was left in a daze.

"Rosalyn, um dinner will be served shortly so for right now we'll get you settled in, mm-kay?" Grace spoke bringing me back to reality.

"Oh, yeah sure sounds good." I quickly spoke.

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A few hours had passed and I'd sat mindlessly on the window seat still left in a daze. I'd honestly never felt such a pull to anyone before. I torey gaze from the scenery outside to the door at the sound of a knock. The door opened and revealed Grace.

"Dinner is getting ready to be served, Rosalyn."

I swung my legs off of the seat and walked towards her and put into the hall. I followed behind her, taking long strides down the hallway that was lit by candles. Our footsteps echoed with each step. I was wonderstruck at the sight of the luxurious long dinner table that was perfectly centered in the dining room. The plates and silverware were laid out neatly, the food was placed on white sparkling dishes.

"Woah." I blurted making Grace laugh. "Do I just sit anywhere or?"

"You have to wait until the king and queen sit then everyone else will sit down. You'll probably sit next to me or the prince." I felt my heart increase at the word 'prince'. "Are you okay?" She asked.

"Oh, yeah I'm okay." She gave me a knowing look. I waited patiently as the king and queen both filed into the room. The queen had long grey wavy hair like mind only mine was a honey brown. Her crown sparkled as the sun hit it. They both took a seat, I felt a tug on my hand from Grace.

"C'mon, let's go sit." She spoke, I followed behind her and felt a wave of nervousness wash over me from the feeling of a piercing gaze on me. I looked over at the king and queen they both greeted me with smiles. I smiled back, but the gaze still lingered.

I tried to shrug it off but it didn't work, I looked behind me and saw Prince Harry standing in the hallway his gaze locked with mine. I forced myself to look away.

"Ah my wonderful son! Come and sit!" The king exclaimed, motioning to the spot next to me. I gulped nervously and hoped no one noticed. I looked up at the ceiling and saw the most breathtaking chandelier. The screeching of the chair against the floor made me cringe. I hated that sound.

"Where's Princess Fia?" The queen asked Harry. He cleared his throat before replying.

"She says she's not feeling well, so I told her she should just rest." He spoke sounding careless. His mother smiled sweetly at him.

"Ah, I'm so glad you found the right lady for you Harry I really am." She spoke, I watched as he forced a smile.

'Wow, Grace really was right that he didn't want to get married to Fia.'

"So, who's this beautiful lady?" The king questioned gesturing towards me. I felt a heat rise in my cheeks as everyone's eyes were now upon me.

"Um, I'm Rosalyn Don from the shipwreck that happened today." His lips twisted into a smile.

"Ah, I'm very sorry for what happened. I'm sure you've already met my son, hm?" I nodded my head yes. I felt a soft nudge in my side from Harry's elbow. I looked at him and he mouthed, 'speak'.

"Yes, we've met, he seems very kind. I'd also like to say thank you for your kindness, and for letting me stay here. It means a lot." He nodded his head slowly.

"It's the least we can do," he spoke looking over at the queen, "Okay, now we shall eat." He added.

***

I'd been escorted back to my room after dinner. The food was definitely not what I expected it to be but it wasn't bad. I sat in the window seat, I think it was my favorite spot within my room.

As I pondered out of the window I saw the setting sun on the horizon across the sea. I watched as the waves washed up onto the sand. I don't know what overtook me but I raced out of my room and down the hallways. I was immediately stopped when I bumped into someone.

"Hey, we careful-wait why are you out here?" I recognized the beholder of the voice to be Harry. I immediately became flustered.

"Erm, I was going to go down to the shore." I spoke quietly, a grin took form on his lips.

"Well, you'd have to go that way." He spoke pointing behind me. I turned around and became confused when he started walking in front of me. "C'mon, I'll take you down there." He offered I couldn't find the words to say so instead I nodded my head. He waited for me to catch up to him.

Within minutes we were on the beach, I ran straight towards the shoreline and took off my heels so I could stand barefoot in the water. I closed my eyes and let the salty air drift me away into a calm tranquility.

"I take it you like the water?" He chuckled, I opened my eyes and saw he was standing knee deep in the ocean in front of me. I smiled and closed my eyes, "Ignoring me won't make me go away." I opened my eyes once more and smirked.

"Then what will?" I spoke quietly.

He pursed his lips in thought, "Hmm, probably not much." A smirk played across his lips, "Here come out here, it's not that cold." I took a step forwards into the water. It was a little chillier than I expected but it was fine. "See it's not that bad."

I took another step when I felt something rough on my foot, "Ow!"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks. I just stepped on something." I kept walking out farther and farther lifting my dress as I did. I stopped once it got to the point I couldn't lift my dress any higher.

I turned my back to him to look back at the shore line when I felt a splash of water hit the exposed skin of my back. My mouth fell open and I turned around to see Harry with a cheeky grin.

"Hahaha." I sarcastically laughed making his grin grow even wider.

"Uh, don't say no just yet but I want to show you some-"

"No!" I interrupted him, "I'm just playing what were you gonna' say?"

He smiled slightly, "There's a place I want to show you, I think you'll like it."

"If it involves snakes or spiders I'm not going."

"There aren't any of those there, trust me I hate snakes too." He chuckled.

"Oh, okay good. Well, where is it?"

***

We arrived at a stone arch that had leafy vines hanging from it, beautiful pink and purple flowers blossomed off of it. I watched as Harry's hand plucked one of them off the vine, he handed it to me and I tucked it behind my ear.

"Suits you." He whispered, I smiled slightly. He moved the vines off to the side working as a doorway. I ducked as I walked through them. I immediately covered my mouth at the sight of the breathtakingly beautiful scenery. There was a cascading waterfall, that made the pink and orange hues of the sunset behind it pop.

"Oh my, it's beautiful."

"Like you." He spoke, I turned around and saw him leaned against the rocks with his arms crossed.

"Are you always this I don't know, dorky?"

"Mm-define dorky."

"Cheeky, just you in general." He smiled, pushing himself off of the rocks.

"Well, we should probably start heading back before I get my head cut off by my father." I felt my eyes grow wide, "I was speaking figuratively not literally." He adds.

"Oh, right." I laugh, feeling stupid for even assuming that.

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We both walked into the castle, I gulped at the sight of a tall, slim, blonde woman whom waltzed her way over to us.

"Eh-em, who's this little peasant? And why was she with you?" She spat glaring at me.

"Uh, this is Rosalyn, she was the only survivor of the shipwreck. And for christ sake I was just showing her around, Fia." Harry rose his voice towards the end. I watched as she whipped out a small hand fan and began fanning her face.

"Ugh, see now I'm all hot because I got mad. See look what you do to me, Harry. I don't even know why I said yes to you when you asked for my hand in marriage! Ugh!"

"Look quit making a scene, we can talk about this later, alright?" She huffed and gave me a snooty look I returned it.

'What a bitch.' I thought.

I followed behind Harry as he led me towards a hallway. "Hey, I apologize about that. We're getting married in a week and I don't even wanna' do it anymore."

"Yeah, I can see why." I tsked, before I knew it I was standing in front of my bedroom.

"Have a good night, Rosalyn. My room is right down the hall if you need anything alright?" He spoke, I smiled.

"Good night, Harry." I spoke, before I opened the door and watched as he walked down the hallway towards his room.

I let out a sigh as I walked over to the bed and flung myself onto it. I hadn't really given myself time to register today's events, I was too busy spending time with Harry to notice it. That's when it hit me, I was more than likely the last person in my family. My entire family was more than likely deceased lying at the bottom of the sea floor. I had nowhere to go, I only had this castle to live in.

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Chapter 16 is up!

Traveling to a neighboring kingdom to marry some prince he’s never met was not on Harry’s list of life goals.

Suffice to say, Harry’s life was a little unorthodox at the moment.

Harry has been betrothed to Louis since birth, but his parents have ulterior motives for the union. All Harry wants to do is make his parents proud, but that proves difficult when feelings get in the way.

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jarofstyles · 11 months

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Stay Right Here Masterlist

Alpha prince Harry was smitten with omega maid Y/N from the first glance. A taste of forbidden love at it’s strongest.

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Warnings: contains ABO elements, alpha Harry, knotting, angst, forbidden love, smut, biting kink, and plenty more.

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Visiting Home Part 2

Summary: Y/N and Harry continue to celebrate Christmas at his family's home and gets the surprise of a life time

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, sexual innuendos, pregnancy talk, fluffy filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

PRINCE HARRY

I can feel Harry's gentle touch on my lower back and I slowly roll over to face him, "Morning." I mumble with a smile, my eyes still closed.

I feel his lips brush mine and his hand slides down my side, his fingers tracing over my hip, "Good morning." He whispers nudging my neck with his nose, "sleep well?"

I nod and slowly open my eyes, "I did."

"Good." His lips plant kisses over my shoulder and his hand slowly slides between my legs, "Good."

I part my thighs and turn to look over at him. He smiles at me as his fingers gentle presses on and rubs tiny circles onto my clit, "I'm glad."

He leans in and whispers, "Are you still okay with what we talked about last night?"

I bite my lip and my eyes flutter shut, "Yes."

He adds more pressure, "I can't stop thinking about it."

I arch my back slightly and reach down to grab his arm, "Please, Harry."

He chuckles softly, "Please what, baby?" He moves his finger lower and slides it between my folds, "This?"

I nod quickly, "Yes. Yes."

He slide his hand over to my hip and rolls me over so I'm on top on him, "You're in control, baby." His hands rests on my hips as I bite my lip and reach down to grab his cock.

His eyes flicker down and he watches me slide down onto him. His lips part and his fingers sink into my skin, "Shit."

"Shh, baby." I whisper as I lean down, "Don't want to wake anyone up just yet."

He nods and bucks his hips, "I need you to move, baby."

I slowly lift my hips up and slide back down, building up to a semi-fast pace. I bury my head into his neck and whimper, "Baby."

"Hmm." He turns his head and kisses my cheek, "That feel good?"

I nod and sink my nails into his shoulder, "Y-Yes." I lean up and tilt my head back as I lay my hands on his chest.

"Such a beautiful view, baby." He moans and bucks his hips again, "Fuck."

He rolls us over and pushes all the way in, "You feel so good." He groans as he thrusts, "So fucking good."

I clench around him and grip the sheets as my body arches off the bed. He wraps an arm under my back and kisses between my boobs.

He grunts and pushes all the way in, "I-I- fuck."

I can feel his cock twitching inside of me, and I moan.

He waits a few minutes, just staring down at me before he pulls out, "I have something for you."

I walk to the bathroom and turn the shower on. I lean against the door frame as I see him open the closet and pull out a neatly wrapped package, "What is that?"

"For you. I had it mailed here and my mom wrapped it." He hands it to me, "I wanted to give it to you last night, but.." he smirks, "Open it!"

He interlocks his hands together and holds them to his chin.

I unwrap the package and my lips part, "Harry. You didn't!" I drop the wrapping paper and hold up the two packs of matching pajamas, "You got some too?"

"I did. One for you, and one for me." He smiles and walks over, "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas." I smile and give him a kiss.

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"Good morning and Merry Christmas!" Anne says walking in with coffee, "Here you go, sweetie." She hands me a mug and I smile, "Thank you!"

She smiles and sits down, "Alright. So who wants to go first?"

"I will!" Gemma says handing us our gifts, "I hope you like them."

I open them up and my mouth drops, "Are these out yet?"

She shakes her head, "Not yet. They're the newest ones we've been working on."

"I love them." I pop the sunglasses on and l look over at Harry, "How do-" I laugh when I see Harry do the same thing.

"They look beautiful on you, thanks Gem." He smiles and puts them back into the case.

Harry gives Gemma and Anne their gift from us and we sit back and wait as they open them.

"Oh I love it it's beautiful!" Anne says holding up the necklace, "Thank you both so much!"

"This is so pretty!" Gemma says looking over the scarf, "Thank you!"

Anne gives us our gifts and I cover my mouth, "Awe. Anne. This is.. this is beautiful." My eye graze over the picture frame with mine and Harry's name on it, and engraved is the date we started dating.

I blink away the tears and show Harry.

He smiles and shakes his head, "That's such an old picture, mom."

Anne smiles and bats the air, "It's my favorite."

"Thank you." I get up and walk over to her and hug her.

"I'm so glad to have you as part of our family." She whispers and kisses my cheek. I smile and walk back over and sit next to Harry.

My eyes keep scanning over the picture and I can't help but not smile.

"Thanks mom." Harry walks over and hugs her. She smiles and pats his back, "You're welcome, darling."

Harry walks over to the tree and grabs a box, "Here's your other present." He hands me the box and I take it, "Oh gosh, Harry."

I start to unwrap it, and there's a box. I open it and there's another box.

"No, Harry. You didn't." I pull the box out and hold it up, "Such a nice gift."

They all laugh and I unwrap that one to find another box.

Then another box.

And finally, another box.

"Okay. Okay. That should be the last one." Harry chuckles.

I open it and there's a card, "Look behind the tree." I look at Harry, "Huh?"

"Go look behind the tree." He smirks and I look at Anne who shrugs. I slowly get up and walk over to the tree, leaning around to check it.

"Harry there's no-"

I drop to my knees and start to cry.

"Y/N. Will you please do me the honor and agree to become my wife?" Harry gives me a smile and looks at me, "I love you so, so much. You're the person I want to start a family with."

I nod my head and fall into him, almost knocking both of us over, "Yes. Yes. A hundred times. Yes."

He pulls me in tighter and kisses my cheek over and over again, "I love you."

"I love you."

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"So." Anne says sipping her wine, "How does it feel to be engaged, y/n?"

I look down at the ring and smile, "I love it."

Harry lays a hand on mine, "I love you." He leans in and kisses me on the cheek, but stays to linger to quickly whisper into my ear, "I can't wait to see that hand with the ring wrapped around my cock."

I clench my jaw to keep my composure and I let out a sigh. He smirks as he can tell he has me flustered.

"What we're you thinking? Spring wedding? Summer wedding?" Gemma asks, "I'm so exited."

I shrug, "Oh wow. I Um, I haven't put much thought into it honestly."

"We'll figure it out." Harry moves closer and sets his hand on my thigh, "We have all the time in the world."

He shifts his hand to the inside of my thigh and gives it a little squeeze. I clench my thighs together on his hand and lean forward slightly, spreading them for him.

"Gem, you're definitely the maid of honor, so act surprised when I ask you later on with a cute box of stuff." I laugh and take a sip of my water.

Harry moves his hand up and presses it against my clothed pussy.

Gemma lays a hand on her chest and gasps, "Oh gosh! Thank you!"

Harry gently massages my clit and It feels so good.

I don't even want to talk because I know the next sound out of my mouth will not be words.

"Now I really have to take you to the shops, y/n." Anne says with a smile, "I'm so happy for you both!"

"I'm so happy with her." Harry cuts in, his fingers still pushing circles, "I don't think I can find anyone better to put up with me."

I bite the inside of my lip and slowly push my hips forward. He smirks and pulls his hand away, "Y/N, can I see you for a moment?"

I set my glass down and nod. I look up at Anne and Gemma, "Excuse me." I get up and follow Harry into the hallway.

"What's up?"

He leans in and kisses me, gently pushing my back against the wall, "Do you want to tell them?" He kisses down my neck.

"Tell them what?" I bite my lip as his hands grip my hip.

"That we're trying to start a family?" He whispers kissing back to my lips, "They're already so excited about us getting married, I-"

"Yes."

His eyes light up, "Really?"

I nod and reach up to grab his chin, "There's going to be a lot of dirty sex for you." I whisper and smile up at him. He smirks and shakes his head, "How'd I get so lucky?"

I shrug, "I ask myself that everyday."

He grabs my hands and kisses my knuckles, "So when does the dirty sex start?"

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eveningepiphany · 7 months

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go with it | H.S oneshot

my masterlist!

summary: your ex boyfriend— someone you never want to talk to again— is searching for you at a party. trying to do anything to deter him or get away, you spot harry, and a plan comes to fruition.

warnings: cheating ex, surprise kiss, sexual tension, partial mentions of sexual stuff, love/hate relationship, protective! h, fluff, cuddling and lots of kissing

a/n: I’m sorry but this gif actually has me in a chokehold. his jawline, his chewing, his FROWN. literally melting 🫠

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There was never a day you thought you’d be b-lining to Harry of all people.

Especially not with the intention of once getting there, that you would be slamming your lips against his.

However, you already know you’d rather face a pit of blood-thirsty snakes then be forced into a conversation with your asshole of an ex boyfriend.

Who you know is currently seeking you out, because when you’d caught glimpse of him scouring the groups of people inside the kitchen, after coming back from the bathroom— your stomach dropped, and someone tapped your shoulder.

“He’s your ex, right?” The girl had said this with a light scrunch of her nose as she looked over to him. Her face riddled with a sense of disgust you couldn’t relate to more If you tried.

You had nodded, to which she replied, “Well, he’s asking everyone if you’re here and where you are. Going by his personality I’m assuming you’re gonna want to avoid that.”

You’d never wanted to hug someone more then her in that moment.

At the information she’d so kindly shared with you, your first priority was getting out of the house.

The front door wasn’t an option since he is near the only hallway that leads it it. So out through the back patio, where a smaller group of people were mingling by the fire, was easily your best option.

You knew this was where he’d be likely looking next, so you ran out the door. Unsure if you are about to just find a way to jump the fence and make your escape or…

Either way, you knew if he managed to talk to you, you’d be getting an unwanted earful of advances.

He’d beg with his nasally voice for you to give him a chance, and then go on about the same bitter ending you’d both faced. To his own fault, of course.

He was talking to multiple other girls over the damn state while you were together. And once you found out, it confirmed your outlook on his person.

He of course was charming and nice at first. But it was almost in a sleazy way when you think back to it. He’d yelled at you when you bought up his adulterous habits, and you never looked back after that.

Once you were outside, you were considering your options, but you spotted a person on the other side of the decking.

The second your eyes locked on Harry, it was a done deal.

If you were to seem like you were in another relationship, he would be much more likely to back off. Much more likely to never contact or try to find you again.

He was petrified of other men. Always felt so inferior around them. So this would be perfect, if you could just make it work.

All your past with him fell from the forefront of your mind as you practically ran in his direction. Maybe you had argued countless times over college projects and he could be a bit of an ass, but you still knew you could trust him.

He was leaned against the wooden beam of the patio, skin casted with a warm glow from the fire a few feet away, down on the grass.

He had a signature frown. One that creased between his brows and pouted his pink lips. Creating his almost intimidating persona. Protective in a perfect way.

“Harry.” You state frantically, moving at a pace you’re not used to, shoes hitting the wooden decking hastily.

His scowl deepened as he heard his name, being pulled from his intense train of thought.

“What—” He looks honestly pissed off, but when his gaze snaps to you, it softens a tiny bit. Still annoyed, but just a sliver less.

Also confused at your frantic and rapidly approaching frame, which is now suddenly breaching the usual metre-wide distance you both would maintain on any other day.

“Y/N? What are you—“

You plant your hands on the side of his face, and the look of surprise in his eyes is evident.

His cheeks are warm and smooth under your palms, “I need you to just go with this okay? Can you do that for me?”

He is struggling to make sense of the situation, let alone get a sentence out without being interrupted.

“What do you—“

“I— I’ll explain later just—“ you take a final glance over your shoulder, and see your ex inside still, but seemingly headed for the sliding door to come outside.

This drives the final surge of adrenaline you need to tug his face to yours, melding your lips together. His are puckered in tense shock, and a noise of surprise sounds from the back of his throat.

His hands jump to your hips, gripping them like he’s not sure whether to pull you closer, or push you away.

Your mouth moves against his, and he reciprocates with a sense of hesitation.

His own brain is in absolute overdrive. The interaction far to short to go from being people who merely tolerate one another to people who are currently kissing.

And somewhere inside of him he acknowledges the feeling of how warm your lips are pressed to his.

He senses your urgency now though, hands tensing around his jaw at the sound of the access door getting slid open.

Parting his lips, he impulsively drags his tongue over your bottom lip. You sigh a sound of almost gratefulness at his action.

Harry turns his body swiftly, pressing your back into the railing, his lips moving harder against yours.

“Y/N! Are you bloody out here?” A grating voice sounds, and he quickly picks up the pieces of the story he was missing.

The voice also pulls him out of the half trance he’d gotten himself in. Your mouth so warm, he genuinely forgot his own name for a second.

One of your hands slide down to the neck of his black shirt, securing it in an anxious grip.

The pace quickly picks up, him plastering himself to you as close as physically possible. Clashing mouths as he shadows your body with his.

“Oi, mate!” He ignores the yell, and is met with the footsteps of this guy coming closer.

“Have you seen—“

Harry pulls from your mouth, turning his head to look at the dickhead who you’re clearly attempting to get away from. And who just hypothetically interrupted someone’s makeout session— which is just fucking rude anyway.

“Do I look like I have?” Harry scowls, an angry tone over his voice.

The guy frowns, an ugly look casting upon his features, he steps closer, “No need to be a fucking di—“

He moved just close enough to see you, frowning, making sense that you were just essentially making out with someone, “Y/N I—“

“Can you fuck off? We’re in the middle of something here, that you’ve just so kindly interrupted. Read the room you twat.” His sentences come out harsh, and it’s clear he means it.

Your ex tries his luck a final time, “look I just want to talk with—“

And Harry interjects it again, “She’s not interested.”

You stay quiet, and at this he gets a disgusted look. It appalls you that he thinks you owe him anything.

There’s a stare down between the two men. But you can see in his face he’s intimidated. Also humiliated, that you’ve seemingly moved on with someone else, and that he’s clearly got no shot at winning you back.

“Fucking ass.” He hisses, and turns around, storming down the patio and back inside.

Harry turns back to you, shielding your frame with his. A sigh of relief passes through you.

You look a little shaken up, and he loosens the grip he has on you slightly. Both your lips still puffed and shining from the exchange you unexpectedly shared.

“Thank you…” you pant out, not sure if you’re out of breath from the situation or because of Harry.

The reality of what just happened comes pelting down on you both.

And it’s quiet a moment as you both clock over in your brains that you just practically made out. It takes a second for him to break the silence,

“So, stalker? Ex? Random guy who can’t take no for an answer?” He quizzes.

Feeling embarrassed, you purse your lips— but are able to to taste the remnants of his own mouth on yours. “Ex.”

“Ex?”

You nod.

“You sound surprised. Didn’t you think I could land anyone?” You scoff, trying desperately to bring back the usual snarky vibe between the two of you.

“No, not at all. Just that he was clearly batting above his level. He was a proper dickhead, and that’s rich when it’s compared to you.” You thank god he plays back into your banter.

But he pries further, “What exactly did he do to you?”

“Long story.” You attempt to brush it off, but he has none of it.

“Love, y’just came over here and slammed your bloody mouth over mine, and now you’re not going to tell me why?”

“But—“

“No,” he interrupts, still very close to you as he shakes his head, “No buts. Y’said you’d explain after.”

A sigh rattles out of you, feeling a little pathetic you’re telling Harry you got cheated on.

“He cheated on me. Like with multiple girls.”

To this, his face immediately drops.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. Unfortunately.”

He fights the overwhelming urge to go hunt him down and lay a hand into the side of his fucking face. An absolute scumbag.

“What a pathetic excuse for a man.” He scoffs, “Lucky to have even got a pretty girl like you, and he blew it.”

You flush, another brief wave of quiet falling over the two of you. His compliments throwing you.

You quietly speak again, “I’m sorry about the… kiss. Didn’t really get as much consent as I’d have liked.”

You did feel guilty, you don’t usually go forcing your mouth onto unsuspecting men.

“No, it’s okay. You did it for a reason.” He shakes his head at your apology, and in all honesty, he enjoyed it.

Somehow it meant more than many of his others have. And he can’t quite pinpoint why.

“I… I carpooled here so, I think I’m gonna call an Uber and go home ‘cause…”

You had no interest in sticking around, incase your ex comes back— and you don’t want to spend the rest of your night glued to Harry’s side, because you doubt he’d want that.

“You’re not catching an Uber home.” He scoffs aloud, fishing his keys from his back pocket, “I’ve only had one drink, I’ll be fine to drive, so I’ll take you.”

“Harry, no. You’ve already done plenty for me tonight, I’ll be fine—“

He grabs at your hand, lacing them together and beginning to walk you down the patio.

“I’m driving you home.” He states, leading the you inside.

He clutched your hand tight, eyes forward and uncaring of the heads that had turned your way.

You on the other hand had burned up at the curious— and quickly jealous— eyes.

Harry was by no means a whore. There were plenty of rumours of him sleeping with certain girls. Mostly outlandish stories that eventually fizzled out to nothing.

He’d had a few girlfriends here and there, but it’d been a while since. And he’s maybe had one actual fling over the last couple months.

It just seemed he was harder to get. And many women tried their luck around the school. Yet to no avail.

You cast your sight down, walking behind him out the front door. Relishing in the quiet surroundings of the front lawn, free of prying glares.

He unlocked his car that was parked on the side of the road, and he opens the side door for you to get in. Chivalry mustn’t be dead.

Once you’re both in the car, you fight the urge to say again that he really doesn’t have to take you, because it’s clear there is no other option on his end.

So instead, you let out a tiny thank you, and he nods while starting the car.

However, your self restraint only branches so far— matter-of-fact, you weren’t even out of the street— before you blurt out, “Everyone was staring.”

He veers his gaze momentarily to you, then flicking it back to the road. Silence stretches a moment, and he recalls the heat of your lips pressed to yours with no real prompt.

And when he thinks of it, the image doesn’t leave his head. It unwillingly transpires, into something that bubbles into the pit of his stomach.

He had to blink it away, grounding himself when he hears your nervous swallow.

“I— what?” He’s confused at what you mean, while you kissed? When you walked out?

“When we walked out.” You reply, and he makes sense of what you’re talking about.

“People will always stare. They’re nosey.”

“I know.”

There’s another breath of silence, until he laughs, so suddenly that it almost makes you jump.

“Where am I going?” He asks, still chuckling as he realises he’s literally just driving aimlessly.

“Oh.” You sputter out a laugh as well, rattling off the side of town he needs to start driving to.

You wish you had more to say to him. That’s conversation usually flowed easily— filled with the sarcastic retorts it usually is. But now all that sat between you was a thick, hot slab of tension.

It wasn’t bad— not by any means— but it was easy to tell both of you were stuck in your own head. And you fear you’ve fashioned a permanent problem between the two of you.

Your voice only cut through the quiet once you were a few blocks away from your house.

He hummed acknowledgements to your each set of directions, and before you knew it, you were pointing out your house to him.

As his car pulled to a stop in the driveway, he didn’t hesitate to turn off the engine and get out.

Confused, you follow suit anyway, but wondered if he was about to walk you to your door.

And you weren’t wrong. Somehow, the guy who seems hardly like a gentleman, is waiting to walk the maybe 15 steps with you from his car to your front door.

You get your keys from your small bag, looking at him with an undeniably curious gaze as you meet his side.

He follows in sync by your side, hands in pockets. All the way up the patio steps, and he falls to a stop when you do, still next to you.

“Thank you for driving me home…” you smile, and can feel an unwilling red colouring spread over your cheeks.

“Was nothin’. Glad you’re home safe.”

“Were you seriously worried about me?” You frown, yet it’s undeniably endearing his concern for you.

A tiny scoff sounds from him, “Obviously?”

“That fuckin’ twat of an ex you have hardly seems like a good person. And who’s t’say he wouldn’t follow you home from that party and…” he stares off in thought, jaw clenching.

“Harry.” You state, stepping forward, wrapping a single hand around his wrist.

“Thank you.”

His distant gaze was snapped away at your touch. He’s never really considered himself an overly violent person, but your ex was easily about to change that.

And he hardly can pinpoint why. Or not yet.

The only thing he knows he wants to do again in sudden clarity, is kiss you. It almost shocks him, because he hasn’t felt an urge as strong as this in forever.

“Can— I need you to just go with this.” He mutters, being the one now very suddenly invading the gap between you both.

He’s mimicking what you said when you kissed him, yet you don’t realise “I’ll explain later.”

His hand cups the side of your jaw, and he leans to brush his lips against yours, a breath of relief fanning out his nose after finally feeling the contact.

You’re stood on your porch, and Harry is kissing you.

And somehow you’re all the sudden kissing him back.

Not because there’s someone you’re running from. Not because you have to. Because you want to.

He pulls you closer to him, allowing his teeth to graze your lower lip. Causing your hands to card through the hair at the nape of his neck.

You both play a back and forth game. Full of lips against tongue and tongue against teeth.

Until you’re both panting and running out of new places to map out with your hands.

“Care to explain?” You retort gently, stricken of breath.

He hums in the back of his throat, barley a rumble as he trails his mouth along your jaw, and down to the base of your neck.

“Is this enough of an answer?” He asks, sucking the skin between your two collarbones between his teeth.

Your knees almost give out at the sensation, and even the pressure behind his harsh mouth.

A near whimper comes from you, and he licks over the slightly bruised spot before he pulls back.

He cocks an eyebrow, expectant of your answer, despite having such a skilled mouth you’re pretty sure you forgot your own name for a second there.

“I— yes. That was… plenty.” You nod.

“Did it because I wanted to, and y’have an incredibly hot little mouth.” He provides anyway, a laugh coming from him as he pecks your cheek. All gentle, all loving.

You’re lacking for words completely, and can only lean your head against his broad chest. Unsure what exactly you’ve sparked between the two of you this evening, but simultaneously not caring of the future right now.

“I’m also probably not going to be able to stop thinking about it…” he whispers.

“Stay.” You blurt out, and then clarify a few seconds later, “The night.”

He chuckles at this, “Are you trying to get in bed with me now? Moving very quickly, sweetheart.”

You flush, “Not everything is about sex, you fucking addict.”

“So you were inviting me to stay the night so we could cuddle?”

“I was.” You affirm, despite not being opposed to his idea either.

Grabbing his hand, you lead him to your front door. Unlocking it and making quick work of sneaking him inside without the one of your three lovely housemates hearing.

All the others were luckily out at varying parties, and the only girl still home— Grace— sleeps like a log.

“You seem like a bit of a professional at sneaking people in.” He smirks, kicking his shoes off and leaving them in the corner of your room.

With only the lamp turned on, he’s lit with a warm glow, and he looks beautiful.

“Comes naturally when you live with housemates that are like your best friends. They wanna know everything.” You go to your cupboard, pulling out a jumper to change into.

He watches as you pull it over your head, yet managing to unclip your top and bra off underneath it.

“Impressive.” He nods at your easy change.

“I’m taking my pants off.” You state, “and not in a sexual way, perv.”

He lets out a defensive laugh, “I’m not a perv! You’re the one stripping off.”

You unbutton your jeans, sliding them down your legs to change over to sweatpants. His gaze strays around your room and you smile at his respectfulness.

Once you’re changed, you sit on the edge of your bed.

You lock eyes, and he gives a sly smile, not waiting to tug his shirt over his head and unbutton his own jeans.

You cover your eyes, sarcastically scoffing, “yea well, I didn’t plan on getting fully naked, but you go right ahead.”

“No different if we went swimming, darling. Still have my underwear on.”

You don’t get to reply as his hands tap your knee, “Budge up.”

You uncover your eyes, being met with his toned chest and calvin klein briefs.

Obliging silently, as he gets under the covers with you. The two of you rearrange until you’re comfortable.

Your head perched on his side as you cuddle into him, arm over his abdomen. His own arm curled underneath you.

“This is… an awfully weird situation we’ve ended up in.” You laugh. Because you’re cuddling in your bed right now, and if you told yourself even yesterday that would be happening, there no way in hell you would have taken it seriously.

“Guess it is.” He shrugs, turned his head to look down at yours.

“Still hate your guts.” You whisper.

“Mm, i don’t think I ever even hated you.” He muses.

You laugh, “Is that so?”

“Seriously,” he nods, “you’re too pretty. And even though you’re annoying, and can’t admit when you get a project question wrong, i think I have a little bit of a soft spot for you.”

“Gross.” You say, but he can hear in your tone— and the way it nearly shakes— that you actually are a little worked up over his minor confession.

“Cmon, you can’t even admit you like me a tiny bit?”

You shake your head, blushing profusely as you try to hide it.

He tugs you further up, so he can look at you properly, “You’re blushing though. Like you always seem to do when I get a bit sappy. Which is my most recent observation of you.”

He doesn’t let you respond as he presses another kiss to your lips again. And you smile into it unwillingly.

He pulls away mid-kiss, letting you whine a little at the abrupt ending to it.

“Admit it, and we can keep kissing.” He says, and it draws an eye-roll from you.

But he somehow knows it will work, because you quickly crack under his ultimatum, “Fine! Yes. I like you— just a little bit.”

To your response he laughs, murmuring against your lips, “I’ll take it, I suppose.”

He presses another kiss against you, and you press back again.

It becomes another makeout session, but despite being the third one of the night, it’s the first time hands can skate against mostly bare skin.

Which his own palms find their way under your jumper, and one cups gently at your breast, flicking over your nipple while his tongue dips into your mouth.

That’s as far as it goes for tonight though.

He kneads the flesh there softly, until you’re panting into his mouth with a heat budding between your legs.

Somehow there’s an unspoken not tonight agreement.

And you know that despite how needy you feel for him, it’s definitely for the best. And you’re still shocked you made it this far with him.

You roll into him further, chest rising and falling quickly as you sigh out to him, “I lied.”

“When?” He sounds completely unconcerned, despite your risky sentence starter.

“Before, when I said I only liked you a little bit.”

He chuckles at your response, “How was that a lie, hm?”

“I like you more than a little bit.”

“You’re sweet, darling.” He strokes his thumb against your ribcage, “so do I.”

To this you smiled. Eyes growing heavy at his rhythmic touches and soothing voice.

And his gentle words are the last that you hear before you fall asleep against his chest.

Both filled with a warmth you haven’t felt in a long time.

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♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪ masochistic desires

series masterlist

note: quick intro before we dive in :) this y/n is my favorite i’ve written i think ;)

summary: your and harry’s meeting is anything short of romantic.

WC: 1.2k

TW: harry’s kind of a perv lol

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the brown trousers you were wearing became increasingly uncomfortable as you perched on the bar stool, waiting for the guy from your journalistic research class.

you couldn’t believe his guts. you had been waiting almost 15 minutes now.

the bartender gave you a sad smile as he passed, offering you a drink.

“want anything?” he asks. you don’t fail to notice his eyes flick down to your cleavage peaking out of your white cropped tank top.

“uh, a gin and tonic is fine, thanks,” you gave him a tight lipped smile, rolling your eyes as he walked away.

men. their audacity was astounding.

your gin and tonic was soon in your hand, you taking small sips scanning the bar, trying to find the familiar face.

he was no where found, and you were done waiting.

placing a ten on the bar counter, you threw back on your worn black leather jacket, and threw the strap of your brown mini gucci blondie over your shoulder.

unbeknownst to you, the green eyes of the royal pain in the ass, prince harry, watched as you left the bar, a light smirk playing at his lips.

his table was filled with his band members and closest friends - well, only friends - zev, nash, leo, and lennon. they were hidden in the dark of the back corner of the bar.

harry stood up abruptly, nash’s eyes following as he strutted through the bar to follow you.

“where’s he going this time?” nash wondered aloud, eyes training back down to the coke lennon was lining up on the table.

“don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” zev teased, earning a chuckle from leo and a shove from nash.

“chill it! i’m tryna line these perfectly!” lennon barked, the three others rolling their eyes at his usual uptight-ness.

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you were leaned against the cold outside wall of the bar, waiting for your uber.

you were tapping the toe of your black saint laurent boots on the ground, coming to a stop as a dark brooding shadow appeared before you.

“too late now, charlie,” you quipped, pissed that he was only now showing up.

“don’t know a charlie. but you can call me that if you’d like,” a smug voice sounds out, and you watch with narrowed eyes as an attractive man with green eyes and dark hair steps out into the dim light.

a smirk is playing on his lips, a cigarette hanging between them.

“can i help you?” you ask, just wanting to get home. plus, you don’t really appreciate being approached by strangers in the dark.

not used to sass, harry stands stunned, before quickly replying, smug as ever. “you can actually, i’ve got a particular problem down here…”

he grabs your hand, leading it down to his pants. you snatch it away, leaving a nice red mark on his cheek and a loud smack! sound in the quiet street.

his eyes darken.

“you pervert! get away from me!” you shove his chest, but no avail. instead, you squirm out to get closer to the street.

his arms lock in on either side of you, pining you in. you suddenly regret your decision, frozen in between him and the wall.

no one is on the street either.

“don’t ever think about doing that again,” he whispers through gritted teeth.

the only solution to get out of his arms is probably the most violent thing you’ve ever done. you shake your head, you’re not a violent person, but you definitely don’t feel safe right now.

before you can respond, your knee is quick to land in his groin, and he doubles over in pain.

“you… bitch!” he groans out in pain, and you take it as your moment to get a good word in.

“don’t ever speak to me again,” you spit out, spinning on your heel and sprinting as fast as you can in the opposite direction.

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you finally reached your apartment, slamming the door closed behind you.

you kicked off your boots and threw your leather jacket onto the back of your white sectional couch, and making your way into your kitchen.

you sit down at the island, pulling your macbook to the edge and opening it up, scrolling through your email.

considering it was only 8 pm, you figured you may as well get some stuff done before the first day of your internship with condé nast tomorrow.

quickly scanning daily news, you click on an article titled “royal wild child harry in raft with elder brother roscoe!”

you had never cared much for the british royal family. neither of your parents families were british, and you never bothered to learn the history apart from us history class and government in high school.

you knew a few names, king damien and queen annabella for starters, and then princess gabrielle, who was soon to be queen. you knew there were two other children, but didn’t know their genders or names.

prince harry and his older brother prince roscoe must be the other two, you assumed, scrolling down the article.

the photo at the top of the passage showed a man, he couldn’t have been much older than you, wearing a long black coat with his dark tousled curls over his face, his arms out, shoving a man who look just like him, just a bit taller and thinner.

the photo was taken from afar and blurry, but you could tell both men were dressed in expensive clothing and most likely in some sort of argument.

continuing to scroll, a portrait of the royal family sat in the middle of your screen.

you read the caption as you examined the photo, queen annabella delicately perched on the throne in the middle, king damien and his elaborate crown on her right, crown princess gabrielle sits at her feet, her hands laying in her mother’s lap.

behind, prince roscoe wears a smug smirk on his lips, a crown sitting atop his buzzed hair.

you freeze as your eyes land on prince harry, the familiar green eyes you had encountered that exact night.

refusing to believe it, you pulled up a new tab and searched his name.

after pressing enter, images of the same man you kneed in the groin popped up all over your screen.

he was undeniably attractive, but much too pompous and perverted for your taste.

your hand flew to your mouth and you internally cursed yourself.

you had assaulted a prince! not just any prince, the fucking prince of the uk!

hopefully he didn’t remember what you looked like. hopefully he was too drunk or high (based off some of the articles u scrolled through — the prince had a rather excessive drug problem) to remember you the next morning.

but with your luck, that was near unlikely.

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