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Prompt: “This is probably a bad time, but marry me?” 

[06] “Can you repeat the question?”

Harry really didn’t think this one through.

Which is pretty fucking odd if he thinks so himself. Because he nearly always thinks things through! He’ll do you one better, he’ll overthink till it drains him.

He’ll tear his hair out, pace back and forth and run far too many miles until he’s sure. 

He’ll lose sleep, oversleep and then run more miles just to get some clarity.

Harry likes to be sure.

So for a decision like this, he was sure he’d think on it for a solid month, maybe four. He’d make sure all his ducks were in a row. 

He wanted to be sure she knew who she was saying yes too (hopefully.) That she wasn’t gonna say yes and marry some knob. She doesn’t deserve a knob.

Harry had always heard of that moment where you just know. His dad told him about it once. But Harry scrapped that whole idea years later when his parents separated. But nonetheless, he still thinks his dad was onto something. Because he feels something. That something. 

Harry was absolutely sure that when he’d start to feel like this he’d start planning. He’d make sure she’s happy here, with him, like this for the long haul. That all of this is manageable for her, that she wants to stick around always for all the good and bad bits. And the complicated bits in between. Because there will be all three, there always is. But the bad bits don’t always look as bad when you have someone sitting next to you.

He knew he needed a good plan, a creative one. One that matched them both. Because he knows that if the roles were reversed she’d orchestrate and plan the best of its kind. Shit, she’d be damn good at proposing to him he reckons. But anyway, he wants that, wants her to have the big production from start to finish.

He knew he was supposed to snatch one of her rings, the plenty she keeps on the dressing table and start the search. But did he? No. He knew he had to ask her dad too, (he hadn’t) because if he was going to go all out, might as well go all out.  

But when Harry realized all of this, the whole ‘she’s the only one’ bit he didn’t lose a minute of sleep over a plan nor did he over sleep. He was very calm and comfortable. He’d actually never remembered a time he was this settled. His mind hadn’t raced once. So he didn’t put on his running shoes, nor tug on his hair…not once…not at all. He didn’t need to run anything off, not stress or nerves or any uncertainties. 

Truthfully, he didn’t recognize himself. He didn’t recognize the Harry that wasn’t in knots. He’s sure about this that’s why. No need to go out for a run or sleep and hope it comes to him in a dream.

So he thought of nothing. Not one detail, nothing. Only that he wants to. Wants this. Doesn’t want to be with anyone else ever. So maybe that’s more than enough. To know just that.

And here he is, knowing what he’s got to ask…what he’s got to get out. Because if he doesn’t do it now, it won’t happen for another month or three when he decides to overthink instead.  

He does want her to have the whole production. Flowers, him knelt on one knee and a ring in a box. He’ll do it over if she wants, ten times over even. This is her thing, the thing she’s probably dreamt about since she was young. But he finds it hard to believe that his girl, the one who gave him a hard time about getting a house together…also dreamt of getting fancily proposed to. She laughs and teases at those things. He’ll still do it though. Just to see that reaction if she wants.  Just to see those pretty cheeks redden. 

“Can’t even tell you hate those things.” He says grinning in continued disbelief each time. She still comes with him to every event. Every single one. Even if she’s got an exam the next day (which she does), work and school too and even when she’s cranky or mad at him. She still gets done up and links her arm into his. Every single time.

“I don’t hate them.” She says.

“You hate them.”

“Don’t put words into my mouth.” She rolls her eyes. “If I hated them I wouldn’t go. But I go for you. Support and whatnot. Whatever that is.” She teases, 

“You know you don’t have to?” He make sure. She doesn’t have to do anything. 

“I know,” she reaches behind her to pull down the zipper of her dress. She does know. “I know I don’t have to.”

“If you don’t want to you can just tell me, won’t be mad—”

“Where is this coming from Harry?” She turns to him from the mirror where she’s looking for the pesky zipper.

“Nothing, nothing.” He shakes his head. “Just don’t want you to keep doing things you don’t want to with me.”

“Stop that.” She glares.

“I just don’t want you to start resenting—”

“Harry!”

“What?”

“Where is this coming from? And can you drop it?” She crosses her arms, waiting. “I love you right? And m’aways proud of you s’why I come with you. Right?”

She’s right.  

He’s really just checking. He just wants to be sure that she’s still ok with all of this. That she hasn’t ever regretted anything or worse, maybe she’s unhappy. He’s always a bit wary that she doesn’t like this part and it’s quite a big one.

So god help him, he knows now. He always knew but he knows for sure now. When she’s slipping off those uncomfortable heels she hates and forgetting to put them in the closet where they belong. He knows when she’s taking out the pesky bobby pins in her hair as well as her earrings. When it’s half past one in the morning and she’s got an exam in eight hours. When she sits in an uncomfortable chair getting makeup done for hours when all she wants is to take their dog for a stroll in the park or nap. When she has to make sure she’s always got sunglasses in her bag even in rainy London because cameras are blinding. When she has to miss a few classes here and there because Harry is nominated for far far too many things.

“This is probably a bad time, terrible actually,” He starts. He wants to get that out of the way, that he knows he’s being crazy. Taking spontaneous to a whole new level. “Maybe not the worst, could think of a less fitting time…but—” He continues because is he really doing this? Now? Like this? Before he can answer himself it’s already rolling off his tongue, “Will you marry me?”

Her eyes widen, checking to make sure he’s just said what he said. Her head turns in question. Is he actually asking this…that question. And it isn’t rhetorical. None of it is. He hasn’t ever seen her speechless, her eyes wide and stunned for this long. For a moment, he’s sure she didn’t hear or maybe she did and doesn’t have an answer. Maybe she’s so stunned that he’d ask her now, with no flowers, no ring—

“Can you repeat the question?” She barely lets out. “Don’t think I heard you ri—

“I’ll go slower this time…” He inches closer to her which is nearly impossible since he’s already so close to her. And he doesn’t think she’s even blinked since or breathing at all. “So you hear all my words yeah?”

She nods slowly. That’d be a good idea she thinks. “Yeah,” she nods hurriedly. “Again please.”

He pushes her hair back off her shoulder, tucks the strands behind her ear. Maybe her pretty hair is blocking the sound waves. He cups her face, pulling her closer to him so she doesn’t miss it this time.

“Will. You. Marry. Me?” He punctuates every word, wants to make sure it gets through.

That is what he said she realizes. She heard it right the first time. 

“You’re not joking right?” She exhales. She’s been holding her breath apparently. 

“Love.” He whines.

“How am I supposed to know!” She laughs. “We haven’t talked about—”

“Yes we have!” He defends. 

“We talked about babies!”

“Told you I was going to get you pregnant the second we exchanged I do’s and whatnot because—”

“Well be more specific!” She whines.

“M’being specific now!” He reasons. “Asked you to be my wife specifically, just now!”

“And you mean it?”

“Love—”

“You’re not just—”

“I mean it.”

“Well ok then,” she sighs. “Glad we straightened that out.”

He looks at her, bewildered, searching for her answer. She’s forgotten the whole point! She’s looking back at him confused, what’s he waiting for? 

“Still haven’t given me your answer love…” He reminds her.

She thought she’d said it already or that it was implied because they do talk a heck of a lot about babies and whatnot. 

She’s shaking and her smile is wide. She’s covering her face, her warm cheeks and she can’t stand still. She’s quaking in his hold and giggles escape her.

“Yes,” she nods hurriedly as if the offer expires if she doesn’t in time. “I will, yes…want to marry you, yes….a whole lot. Yes!”

He exhales then too, his racing nerves find a resting place and he just has to be sure. “Yeah? Is that a yes? Yes you’ll marry me?”

“Yes!” She sighs shakily as he lifts her up by her waist to wrap around him. “Do you want to ask a third time?” She laughs. “Might ruin it a bit.”

“I might ruin it? You ruined it.” He mutters against her lips. “You thought I was moving April Fools to tonight.”

“You’re always doing silly things.” She says holding onto him tighter.

“Like asking you to marry me?”

“We’ll find out soon won’t we?” She grins. “You’re gonna have to go at it again though. An official one with a ring this time. A take two.”

“I know.” He groans. “Was trying to be spontaneous sue me!”

“We’ve got to get married first silly,” she kisses him. “That’s when the suing and legalities begin.”

“Don’t joke.” He settles into her, at her neck is his favorite. “S’never gonna happen.”

Because even if he didn’t fully think all of this through. Get all the ducks in a row, ring type clarity cut and all that. He’s sure of this. He’s sure of her and the question he meant with every word. He’s sure they’re going to last. No messy documents or yelling behind lawyers. That was never going to happen.

He wouldn’t have come out with, nearly vomited it up if he wasn’t sure. That he knows. And she knows that too, that they’re in it for the long run. She’s hinted far too many times at it and she’s whispering a ‘never’ back at him.

And now because of this, he’s starting to think he was wrong all this time. When he overthinks too much it usually means he isn’t going with his gut. He isn’t absolutely positively sure about it.

But he’s damn sure about this.

“Want the whole thing.” She grins.

“I know you do,” he sighs. “The whole thing.”

“Want you on one knee, non negotiable.”

“Non negotiable.” He agrees because it isn’t. He wants to see her reaction to something cheesy like that. She’d probably laugh with him and tell him to get up because he looks silly.

“Never mind actually, could you write it for me in the sky? All big and bold. Could have you fly out of that same plane and then—”

“Want me to rearrange the stars too? Have them spell out my question?”

“That’s a bit much isn’t it?” She enjoys teasing him.

“That’s where you draw the line?”

“M’not opposed to fireworks either.” She notes.

“I’ll get you some fireworks.” He says but says it in a way that means a promise. Like he just might get her those fireworks.

“I didn’t mean that, don’t do that.”

“Well be more specific!” He whines just like she did. She pinches his side in response and he grins against her neck.

She lets him carry her to their bed. She hasn’t fully pulled off her dress and there still might be a few bobby pins in her hair and her makeup is still on. But she sets all of that aside and lets him hover over her.

“Don’t redo it.” She whispers. “Don’t want a redo. Not at all.” She shakes her head. “I mean it.”

“Have to get you a ring though.” He mumbles into her neck looking for her dress zipper left unzipped. “You might forget you said yes. Want proof you agreed to marry me.”

“Then just that.” She smiles. “So I won’t forget.” She whispers as he finally slides down the zipper she couldn’t quite get.

“Didn’t even ask your dad either…” He remembers.

“You just couldn’t wait could you?” She grins and he just shakes his head against her neck.

He really couldn’t. And he can’t wait for the actual day either. A lot of not being able to wait is ahead. And he can’t wait.

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Fresh theme with a fresh, updated Masterlist! All the links WORK! I triple checked! You can also find my master list on my page, so enjoy (:

Blurbs:

i. All Of Angel Baby

ii. All Of Fluff

iii. All Of Smut

v. All Of Angst

Prompts:

(x) Prompt Requests

Fics:

(x) Holiday (incomplete)

(x) When Anna Left

Series:

(x) 9 Months (incomplete)

Tags:

(x) Theme Nights!

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Mr. Photographer

A/N: Pure Smut…Pure Smut

Inspo#1 Inspo#2 Inspo#3

Harry loved taking pictures of you. Whether you were simply running errands, or on your knees in front of him, Harry always took pictures of you. Like right now, the two of you decided on a movie night in and you were cuddling in bed when he decided on an impromptu ‘photo shoot’.

“Y’should let me take some pictures of yeh. Too pretty t’not” he says, playing with the drawstring of your joggers.

“Seriously Harry” you playfully quirk your eyebrow at his proposition. Harry seemingly always turns an innocent moment into a sexual one. You’re not saying it’s a bad thing, just an observation you made.

“Okay now you’re just begging for me to get some shots of yeh’. I mean look at this” he says dipping his fingers below your waistband and pulling your sweats off of you. “I mean, you were just wearin’ this little thing all day and you weren’t gonna share” he says in awe, gawking at your lacy white thong.

“I ran out of underwear and these were the last pair I had left” you shrug your shoulders at him and he leans over to grab his phone off of the nightstand.

“You could’ve just not worn any. I wouldn’t be opposed to that at all.” He states, earning a quick jab to the thigh. “Y’cant beat up the photographer” he pushes your leg back where it was and he orders you to push your shirt up a bit. He continues to snap away, tweaking your position every time to get the perfect shot.

“Alrigh’ now let’s take the shirt off” he says, dropping his phone and helping you remove the clothing item. Harry instructs you to put your hands over your breasts, to as how he’d like to put it “leave something to the imagination”.

“Now gimme a little pout” he instructs taking the pictures of you. “Alright, I’m gonna take these off now” he drops his phone and he helps you take of the panties. He drops them next to you and he grabs his phone to snap away.

At first you weren’t into it, not because of leaks or fear of them getting out, you just honestly didn’t feel like it. But you were starting to see the tent forming on Harry‘s pants, so you decided to tease him a bit, since he wanted to play photographer. You knew how much Harry enjoyed your thighs, you knew how he liked to grab onto them any chance he got. It also didn’t help that he had an affinity with your ass either. He loved the fact that when he’d pull your ass cheeks apart to watch his cock disappear into you, he’d have so much of your soft skin to grab onto. It also didn’t help that whenever he thrusts into you from behind, your ass moved like no tomorrow. You decided to play into this little photo shoot. You knew Harry loved your curves and you made sure he captured every last bit of them.

You grab your panties and you move them up one of your thighs, you then close your thighs, keeping your leg up in the air. You place your hands back over your breasts.

“Gimme a pout baby, then I’ll have the money shot” he say staring intently at you through the screen. You give him what he wants and you hear a quiet string of fucks leaving his mouth. “Y’look so good baby” he mumbles moving towards you and leaning down to kiss your mouth.

“Let’s take some more” you say against his lips, giving him one last peck before moving into your next pose. Next thing Harry knew, you were on your hands and knees in front of him. Your back was turned to him, and you were resting on your shins, leaning slightly forward, allowing Harry to capture the curve of your backside and the shape of your body. You were playing into his weakness. And all Harry could do was snap the pictures and salivate.

“Bring your arms in just a little bit baby, don’ want t’see those pretty tits yet.” He says, focusing in on the shot. You lean forward slightly, giving Harry the photo he wanted and needed. “Perfect, look so good f’me” He was rock hard by now and he needed to fuck you. He knew the pictures would be good from the get go, but he wasn’t expecting this level of good. These pictures were so hot to him that he wanted to frame one of them and sit it right on his office desk.

“Y’wanna go for one more?” He asks, hoping you’d say yes, because he has the perfect pose in mind for you. You nod yes and you listen to his directions.

“Alrigh’, lay on yeh tummy and spread y’legs a bit.” He orders dropping his phone onto the bed to help position you. He then maneuvers you in a way that your legs a spread the perfect amount for him to get in between and push his cock into you, but the perfect amount for you to not see your pussy. You definitely had a kink for Harry taking explicit photos of you. You loved to think about Harry being away and opening up these pictures. You thought about how he’d wrap his large around his thick shaft and how he’d pump his hard cock. You loved watching Harry play with his cock, you especially loved the way he paid extra close attention to the head and his slit the way you would if you were taking care of him. You thought that was so hot, and it made you need Harry to do something to you right then and there.

You’re broken out of your thoughts when you feel Harry’s warm hand adjusting your breast.

“Want t’get a nice shot of everything” he cups your breast and moves it slightly outward, allowing him to see just how rounded they were without showing it all. He steps back and evaluates the view in front of him. Without any thought, his free hand has made its way down his body and straight to his cock. He begins to squeeze his cock at the sight out you sprawled out on the bed in front of him. You hear a groan from behind you and you knew exactly why.

“You okay baby” you say innocently turning your head towards him.

“Mhm, I’m okay baby. Caught a cramp that’s all.” He quickly moves his hand away from the area, brushing over the fact that his cock is about to explode. He picks up the camera and goes back to snapping away. “Turn your head this way f’me and look down.” He points, instructing you on where to turn. He bends your knee in slightly and he gets the shot that he would consider his absolute favorite.

“Y’look so fuckable right now” he says dropping his phone onto the bed. He comes closer to you, reaching over to the backs of your thighs. He begins to massage his hands up and down the expanse of your thighs, making sure to dig his thumbs into those areas he knows you like a bit more attention in.

“Why don’t you?” You moan, loving how his hands never failed to make you feel good. He pulls away from you, quickly shoving his boxers and sweats off. He crawls back over to you like an animal sneaking up on its prey and he yanks you to him. You gasp at the sudden movement. By the way he yanked your body to him, and by how he’s pushing your legs apart, you knew you were in for a really good fucking.

Without any warning Harry slams into you hard, causing you to grip anything on the bed you could. He doesn’t give you any time to adjust to his large size, he just goes straight to pounding you. He continuously snaps his hips into you, watching your ass and thighs shake from the force.

“Y’take m’cock so well f’me” he pants, gripping your ass. All you can do is whimper at how good he feels inside of you, how good it feels to have his cock pounding your walls.

“Y’ look so pretty. Spread out f’me, lettin’ me pound y’sweet cunt. Fuck” he moans out continuing to piston his hips into you. He loves watching you take his cock so well, feeling your walls swallow him whole.

“Harry” you whimper at the feeling of his cock pushing deep into you, he knows your orgasm is about to come. He then spreads your ass apart,he watches his cock disappear into your sopping pussy. He stays like this for a while until he flips you onto your back. He grips your thighs, pushing you legs further apart and he pushes his cock back into you. He enjoyed watching you fall apart on his cock, he loved watching your eyes close and you mouth open in pleasure. He then attaches his thumb to your clit, pushing you to an orgasm.

“Fuck” you moan loudly from his words and you cum hard around him. His hips begin to stagger as his own release bubbles deep in his stomach. He gives you one last thrust before he pulls out of you. He then jerks his cock above you, and before you knew it, Harry was shooting ropes of his cum onto your stomach.

“Fuck, Y’did so good baby.” He breathes out, leaning down to push back some of your hair. You give him a lazy smile and he presses a kiss to your lips.

“I want t’get few more shots of yeh” he says leaning back to get a better view of your figure. “Is tha’ okay baby?” He asks, massaging your hip, coaxing you onto saying yes. You lazily nod your head, grabbing one of the pillows and tucking it under your head. Harry grabs his phone from the other side of the bed and angles the camera above your stomach that was painted with his cum. He snaps a few photos and he scoops some onto his thumb.

“Open up baby” he coos. You stick your tongue out slightly, knowing exactly what Harry was doing. You feel his thumb press onto your tongue. “Lemme see those pretty eyes.” He whispers to you. You open your eyes for him and you smile for the camera. “Good girl” he mumbles to you snapping away at his phone. You wrap your lips around his thumb and he gets one of his final shots.

“Y’want some more sweet girl? He says scooping some more up onto his finger.

“Please” you respond, with your mouth open and waiting for his finger. He pushes into your mouth and you wrap your lips around him. You savor the taste of his cum, and you moan around his finger at the taste. You hear Harry whisper a barely audible ‘fuck’ and you smile at his reaction. He takes his final photo and throws his phone to the side.

“Such a tease f’me” he whispers, his breath fanning across your face. He removes his finger from your mouth and you lean in to him.

“Only for you” you whisper to him before attaching your lips to his.

“I’m gonna get a towel to clean yeh up” he says making his way into the bathroom. While he’s gone, you help your self to the rest of his cum that was on your stomach. When he comes back, he wasn’t at all surprised by the sight before him.

“I guess I don’t need this anymore.” He chuckles wiping over the area, even though it’s been cleaned by you.

“What can I say, it tastes so good” you shrug getting under the covers.

“It’s funny how sweet and innocent you look while saying such vulgar things sweetheart” he chuckles, tossing the towel in the hamper and moving back to the bed. He pulls the covers back and pulls you into his chest. He then opens photos and scrolls through the pictures he took.

“How many did you take?!” You say in awe, scrolling back through the photos.

“I was just clicking” he chuckles at your reaction. “It’s not like y’look bad or anything.”

“Whatever, just make sure y’dont post any by accident. I don’t need to see my ass all over the internet.” You say closing your eyes in an attempt to get some sleep.

“I’d be lucky to see an ass like that on my computer screen.” He says turning off his phone and the light. As soon as the words left his mouth, he earned a swift kick to his shin.

Maybe you should let Harry take more pictures of you.

Masterlist

Could we maybe have a blurb with Y/N’s reaction to Pleasing? Thank you❤️

ok so i had an idea for y/n doing a livestream to promote the products so this is what this blurb is:

“Hello, hello!”

You smiled into the camera lens as people flooded into your instagram live. After 5 seconds you already had 10k people watching, but you knew that would continue to rocket to about 50k by the time you started.

Today was a really special day because you’d received your parcel for the Pleasing PR. Obviously Harry was more willing to give it to you as just an ordinary gift, what with you being his fiancé and all, but you wanted the same experience as everyone else with the PR packaging and so on. You’d woken up to the parcel on your bedside table, a note with it claiming that Harry had to run to the Pleasing HQ offices for a bit and so that’s when you’d decided you’d do a livestream unboxing.

Not all the fans were going to be able to afford these products, so you’d give them whatever free content you could. The fans absolutely adored you too. Couldn’t get enough of you. You had your own little mini fan base within Harry’s and you loved everyone who loved you so much. Doing livestreams like this made those fans days a little better, so it was worth skipping out on a brunch with the girls for.

“I see you, hello!” You waved into the camera, checking yourself out to make sure you looked at least-semi decent.

You were in one of Harry’s Love on Tour t-shirts that you’d bought for yourself, because you couldn’t help but be nothing but proud of your fiancé. You complained at how long it took to ship, but now that you had it you rarely took it off your body. You were also wearing a pair of cotton shorts, which normally you wouldn’t but you didn’t want to violate livestream guidelines.

“Wow there’s already 42k of you. Hope you’re all doing okay and if you’re not then that’s okay too. I hope this will cheer you up even just a little.” You arranged the products next to your phone, on the bathroom counter that you’d propped it up against, so it would be easier to see and pick up what you’re talking about. “Um, no sorry Harry is currently out so he can’t join but i’ll tell him that you asked what his favourite fruit was. If I had to guess, it would be bananas.”

Your phone suddenly dinged with a notification and you noticed it was from Harry. You furrowed your eyebrows as you diverted your attention away from the live and towards your fiancé for a brief moment.

H🤍: It’s strawberries, actually.

You didn’t understand for a moment, but you let out a big ‘oh’ in revelation. You went back to the livestream and went onto who was watching it and sure enough Harry’s instagram account was at the very top. You smiled, because Harry never really uses social media but if he does it’s because of you or PR. You’re the only person who’s notifications he has on for social media and so he must’ve seen the one for you starting a love and joined.

“Turns out H is watching and he says his favourite fruit is actually strawberries.” You returned your gaze back to the questions and comments that were flooding in at a rapid pace. “Oh I don’t think Harry even knows how to request to join my live, let alone want to do it. He’s quite busy today as you might have guessed.” You laughed as everyone started commenting stuff about Pleasing.

“So yes. I am here with you because I want to unbox my Pleasing package- okay that sounded weird didn’t it? H? Pleasing, really? Anyways—”

H🤍: Had to name it in relation to you somehow.

You blushed, but kept your mouth private. Some comments weren’t meant to be shared so publicly with his fans, unlike others.

To keep you distracted you picked up the packaging and held it in front of the camera, screaming like a fan girl as you did so. You held it up in different angles, holding it still because you knew some fans loved to take screenshots of moments like this.

“Look at how sexy this is everyone. I mean… Good job H, good job.” You smiled and you knew that Harry would be smiling too.

Harry had spent so much of his time and dedication to this amazing company. He wanted to create something permanent under his name and something that could be carried on for years and years to come. Originally it was going to be just a way to invest his money, but he quickly realised it was so much more to him than that. He was building a community and a safe place for himself, but also for thousands of people globally. With a little persuasion from you, he became a full-time employee of the business and worked a full year to help design products, crunch an unhealthy amount of numbers and package in factories.

Although that had been a ridiculously busy year for him and for you too, he had succeeded in making something beautiful. Something exciting. Something pleasing. You were so proud of him and you made sure to tell him every day.

Looking back at the screen as you pulled your mind away from your delightful thoughts, you scrolled through what some of the comments were saying. A lot of them agreed that it was gorgeous and sleek and heavenly, but others were complaining that it wasn’t worth the price. Harry had told you not to address the issue of pricing though, knowing it was a tricky situation to talk around, so you ignored those the best you could. You knew Harry had done as much as he could to get prices low, but his marketing team were very strict and tight and admitted to Harry that their financial plan would allow prices to decrease but only after one financial year.

You began opening it, squealing when you looked inside. At first you saw a little card and then a t-shirt right behind it. You started reading the card, but realised it was a lot more personal than other people’s PR letters would be and so you stopped before you could get really choked up on camera.

“Okay, wait, I need to go change t-shirt’s hang on.” You rushed out of the bathroom, not changing in front of everyone considering you weren’t exactly wearing a bra on underneath. Once you’d put it on and placed your Love on Tour t-shirt carefully on the bed, you came back for a dramatic entrance and pretended you were on the runway. You could see a message that Harry sent too popping up.

H🤍: Damn

“New favourite t-shirt alert everyone! I love how Pleasing is written across my tits too— oops,” You realised you’d probably said something that violated guidelines, “Instagram please don’t sue me. I just love m’boobs that’s all.” You explained, which probably made it ten times worse but also how could they bash you for being a proud woman.

H🤍: I love your boobs too

You laughed and had to cup your hand over you mouth to soften the cackle, when you read Harry’s text. You shook your head as you picked up the box and started to unbox it more. Everyone knew that you weren’t too clued up in the makeup or cosmetic department, so it was no surprise when you went through each item not having a clue what it was or what it would do.

“Okay first we have this set of…” Buttplugs, you mentally said, “Wait what is this?” You questioned to yourself, putting the box down to play around with one of the, what you’d soon find out to be, nail varnishes. “Look at this packaging. Woah.” You tilted it to the camera. Everyone was telling you what it was and it made you laugh that they knew more about your fiancé’s products than you did. “Nail varnish, got you.”

You opened it up and smelt it, biting your lip as you nodded your head in love of that smell. You held up each nail varnish to the camera and even started painting your nails to see what the colours were like. You had painted a full hand, showing it to the viewers, before switching to your non dominant hand for painting.

“Oh dear. H normally paints my nails so I am genuinely so terrible at this.” You admitted as you smudged yet another nail. You huffed, knowing that Harry would be finding this far too amusing.

You looked up to the comments and saw that people were complimenting your nail art, whilst others were begging you to send them a PR box because they were too broke too buy one themselves.

“Uh sometimes i’ll paint H’s nails yeah, but i’m not good at it at all.” You replied to a comment that you’d seen. “He very much likes doing it himself. Finds it therapeutic and all that. You know what he’s like.” You waved your hand as if to say you didn’t need to go into that much detail, because sometimes the fans knew more about Harry’s behaviour than you did. That terrified you.

You and Harry did have a very open relationship though. From the get go there had been no hiding, because from the get go you knew you’d be it for each other. You didn’t come from much, but you’d worked hard to get where you wanted to be and happened to meet Harry through the same industry. It was fate really.

Harry didn’t use social media much, but when he did he was often posting candid photos of you on his Instagram stories or tweeting lyrics from an unreleased song that was about you and would be remaining unreleased because it was just for you. He had a second Instagram account, with only about 25 followers form his closest family members and friends, that he used for posting about your relationship. He liked keeping you as close to his heart as possible when he could, but also didn’t mind showcasing you to the world because how could he not?

“Okay what do we think?” You asked, pointing your fingers up to the camera for everyone to see.

H🤍: Beautiful, like you

You smiled and then looked down to hide your blush. Moving onto the next item, you carefully placed the nail varnishes to the side.

“What is this?” You picked up a bottle with lots of little pearls inside. “Am I supposed to make a necklace with them or summat?” You questioned, hoping the fans would help you out. “You’re all saying it’s a pearlescent illuminating serum, but that means nothing to me. Harry help!” You laughed, opening the bottle and wondering how you even worked the contraption.

H🤍: You are such a bloody nuisance, you know that right?

H🤍: I’ve requested to join your live

H🤍: Oi let me in

You scrolled through your requested list until you found Harry. You accepted him and waited for his face to pop up on the screen. He rarely came on lives so this was very special for you, him and the fans and especially on such an important day in Harry history. You watched your viewers jump from 56k to 123k within the space of a minute.

“Why are you wearing my jumper?” You asked without greeting him, noticing him wearing your old university hoodie.

He was clearly sat in an office, the hood of his hoodie pulled up so you could only see a few curls poking out underneath. He looked tired, but he also looked very excited and full of love. He kept on glancing around the room, no doubt to the voices you could hear mumbling in the background.

“Yeah hi and love you too.” Harry rolled his eyes, but you knew that he was just messing.

“Love you H. Now help me please.” You pouted, trying to figure out what an earth you were doing.

“Okay so you’re going to put maybe two pumps on your fingers and then rub it gently into your skin, in areas where you want to feel a little more replenished and brighter.” He explained, smiling when you were copying what he said.

“Oh damn Styles. This feels good.” You admitted, walking to the bathroom mirror to see yourself better. You also admitted that you looked better too after barely applying anything.

“You could’ve said it was pleasing, love. That would’ve been more on brand.” He replied sarcastically, making you want to flip him the bird but held off due to better judgement.

You walked back over and posed in front of the screen and you noticed Harry screenshotting a few captures of your face.

“Doesn’t it fee like we’re on face-time H?” You asked, still checking over your skin which did seem to be glowing a little bit better.

“Not when there’s an extra 123k people here, no.” He chuckled, watching you pull out the next item too. “Can I go or d’you need me for this one too?”

“If you don’t want to be with me, just say.” You replied dramatically, making Harry chuckle with your act. It you weren’t careful there would be a news headline tomorrow about how you threatened to break up with Harry but then again you really didn’t care and it would be entertaining.

“Well you are a bit clueless in the cosmetic department, love, and i’m starting to think that might be a dealbreaker.” He pretended to say, but you didn’t have a clue how to jokingly respond so instead you kicked him off your live.

You went back to showing the final product, before you were getting bombarded by texts from Harry.

H🤍: Baby?

H🤍: Did you really just do that?

H🤍: Y/N L/N…

H🤍: (Soon to be Y/N Styles)

H🤍: Baaabbeee

H🤍: Wait are you actually mad?

You turned off your notifications to get through the final product, before you wrapped up the live. The heavily chaotic live - at least from your perspective. People were thanking you for showing them the products, bringing them a smile to their faces and some even thanked you for giving them a glimpse of Harry today. It was always so fun to see Harry in his every day life, rather than just through magazines or shows.

After you’d done the final product and sat and answered some of the fans burning questions, you decided to wrap up.

“Thank you so much for joining me today everyone! I always have so much fun with you all. Hopefully i’ve not discouraged you from purchasing anything from Pleasing. H worked really hard on this and please show him any support you can. You’re all amazing and take care and be safe. Bye bye!” You waved, blowing a few kisses before you turned off the live.

You sighed a breathe of relief, before walking to go make yourself a cup of tea before you had to clean up the mess in the bathroom. You took your phone with you and turned on the record player that attached to the house system sound speakers. As The Beatles music started to play through the house, the front door opened and you called out to see who it was. A few close friends and family members had keys to your house too, just in case they needed to drop something off, so you weren’t entirely sure who it could be.

“Hello?”

You heard fast footsteps into the kitchen and looked at the kitchen doorway to see your fiancé walk into the room.

“Everything alri—” You were about to ask, before Harry came up to you and smashed his lips onto yours. He held you close, by cupping your cheeks tight, and your hands went to balance on his forearms as he continued to crush your lips with his. He tasted wonderful and sweet and all things nice. As he pulled away, after a very long few seconds, you were slightly dazed by how much love and passion you’d just been gifted. “Well that was nice.”

“Just had to come tell you that I love you. So fucking much.” He whispered against your lips and you smiled so bright, thinking about how he’d just driven across town just to tell you that he loved you.

“Yeah? Good thing I fucking love you too.”

Safety Net

safe word blurb. 13k words. i have an essay to write. should be done by the time this is posted though…if not, uhhhh i’m in deep shit.

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doubt us

Summary: Harry is less famous than y/n, causing the whole world to believe he’s using her for her success.

Tags: angst, fluff, famous reader x less famous harry 

A/N: thank you so much @littledreamybeth​ for this request! I appreciate it so much xx 

I am taking blurb requests at the moment (this one just ended up being a bit long) so please send them in!

It wasn’t the instagram comments that affected Harry.

Though they were on every photo he posted of his love - whether it be a picture of the two of them backstage at his concert, or a picture of y/n fast asleep on the couch, having crashed after her own - he paid little attention to them.

Sure he saw them, read a few.

“Usually such a private person… and yet he’s posting all these photos of y/n… couldn’t possibly be chasing clout,” commented one of y/n’s fan on his photo of his love, smiling in the sand and drowning in the widest brim beach hat to exist.

“Can’t wait for y/n to realise he’s just a gold digger looking to elevate his career,” another wrote, bringing a frown to his face.

He shook his head at himself.

These people didn’t know him. Didn’t know y/n. They were either just over-protective, devoted fans or jealous ones. They didn’t affect him.

With that thought, he locked his phone.

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I would but I can’t feel my legs

A/N: This is prompt 27 <3 Hope you like it lovely anon! 

The sexual tension had been too much for anyone to stand. You had seen him, because you had texted him we’re at 5 things I like. It was a tradition by then since six years prior when your friend Ellie had turned 18, you had created the biggest bar hop of all times and then you did it every year. People had summed up during the years and so had Harry, just three years ago. 

You had met Harry through Suz. She had met him, at some set where he was shooting something and she was the lighting technician, and she had had this big, almost senseless crush on him for so long until this one day, she didn’t know how to attract his attention anymore- cause for him she was nothing but a friend- and so she had called you because you were fun, she had said, and everybody loved you. You weren’t sure whether that was true- after all, Suz had been your best friend for years- but the truth was Harry and you had immediately hit it off. 

All your girlfriends had joked about it, about how you had stolen Suz’s crush unintentionally and despite the fact that of course you found him attractive- you weren’t blind- since Suz was your best friend, and you knew she was only half joking when she said she would kill you if you ever flirted back, you had kept your distance from him. Granted, you were friends, you were good friends, you would hang out, have pizza at his flat, have a few beers at some pub when he was in town, sometimes with Suz and sometimes alone but you always kept things strictly friendly. 

Suz used to complain about how he barely texted her back and you nodded along, never letting her know he texted you almost every day. Suz was your best friend and you would never do that to her but at the same time, you knew her obsession with him was something physical and it kind of bother you a little that she would see Harry that way, as a piece of meat, when he was so much more than that. She used to say he was plain, boring, the typical guy with the typical guy’s conversation but that was not true, that was not true at all, it was just that she wouldn’t get to know him because she was annoyed that he had rejected her in a sexual way- Suz wasn’t used to rejection- she was beyond gorgeous. And it kind of bothered you, that you had to reject him yourself despite the way you felt- something you couldn’t help however hard you tried- simply because she wanted to be wanted by him. 

So you had texted him that day, because she had encouraged you to do so so she could see him and you felt, and it was bad of you to say it, you felt a little belittled by her because she didn’t even see you as a threat, did she? For she was so much more gorgeous than you and yes, she was your best friend, and yes you knew that- all your other friends would say that Harry must have been gay to say no to Suz for she was a goddess, but it kind of made you feel insecure even though it shouldn’t but…

What am I doing here then? He snapped you a picture of the pub he was with lots of your other friends and it made you smile, that he wouldn’t care about any of that. If you weren’t there, then he was in the wrong pub. You had seen Richard was with him so you had encouraged Suz to change pubs and meet him there instead of making him come and because she wanted to see him that very minute, she had playfully forced you to down your drink in a minute. Enough to have you tipsy that was. 

Harry grinned like a child opening a present when he saw the three of you walking inside. Suz had brought his new friend with benefit, this John guy from Belgium she had been sleeping with and it was your job to keep him entertain as she tried to attract Harry’s attention but as usual, Harry grinned and hugged you tight. 

“Bird!” 

He had started calling you bird after a month of knowing you, because a bird had actually shitted on your head while the two of you were having a cup a coffee. He had cleaned it off your hair but he had laughed for a long time after that and ever since then the nickname had stuck with you. 

“Suz!” He grinned and hugged her as well, shaking John’s hand and introducing himself. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders immediately after and smiled at both Suz and you. “Come on, I want you to meet some people.” 

Suz was walking behind you and you weren’t sure if he had meant you as in you or as you and Suz. You had noticed John’s face dropped and you almost felt bad for him even thought you knew he didn’t really care. Harry introduced the two of you to his band mates and your stomach tightened when he started to say this is Suz and this is my bird because you didn’t want it to happen again. You had lost your best friend when you were sixteen because her boyfriend, who was your best friend as well, had fallen in love with you- or so he said. 

So as soon as you met Harry’s friends, you saw your chance of mingling with them, so Suz could have Harry for herself. You were casually chatting to Sarah when Harry took your drink and placed it on the table, grabbing your hand and taking you to the dance floor. He smiled as he placed your body against his, his hands on the lower part of your back. 

“I knew you’d get along with the band.” He smiled. “I’ve been waiting forever to introduce you guys.” 

“Well you don’t stop touring the world, mister.” You smiled. 

“I know.” He chuckled. “And I’m having the time of my life but I’m so happy to be here now, to see you, you know? I miss you when I’m on the road.”

“Yeah, we all miss you too.”

“I was talking about you.” He pointed at your face. “I mean of course I mean everyone else too but…” He shrugged, smiling sheepishly. “You know.” 

You only nodded, your heart was beating faster than it should and he was getting closer but you turned your head and scaned the crowd to find Suz, looking at you with puppy eyes. You hated that this was probably hurting her and so you started joking with her, telling her she had the best dance partner because she was dancing with John and after joking about it for long enough, Harry got the hint and changed dance partners, grabbing Suz’s hands and giving you a tight smile. After a couple more songs, he made his way to the bar with the rest of your friends were drinking. 

“She’s just not into me, eh?” Harry whispered to Ellie as he glanced at you and Richard dancing like the scandalous idiots you were. 

“Who?” Ellie asked, hoping he would say Suz but knowing he was going to say your name. 

“Y/N.” He said as if it was obvious. “She looks so perfect tonight and I just want to hold her you know? But she’s just like elusive.” 

Ellie knew it all. You had talked to her about it and she always support the fact that you didn’t act on those feelings and kept avoiding him so she and Molly where the two people in charge of keeping the two of you apart when you had had one too many but that was enough, she thought. It had been nearly three years, three fucking years, you had been respectful enough. 

“She likes you too.” Ellie blurted out as she brought her beer to her lips. “It’s just… Suz, you know.” 

“So who’s this John then?” He asked, glaring at the way he was apparently flirting with you. 

Their conversation was cut short as both John and you walked towards the bar, laughing.  

“Well Claire is beautiful, eh?” You wiggled your eyebrows. 

“I guess.” He shrugged. “But so are you.” 

“Well thank you.” You laughed. 

“Good dance?” Harry interrupted, snapping. 

“Yeah.” 

He was jealous. Of course he was jealous and he would probably sound ridiculous if he said it out loud because as much as he wanted you, all the time, there was nothing more than one of the best friendships he had ever known between both of you. You were his best friend, simple as that, but he also thought of you in the mornings when he would wake up with a hard on only to realize he had dreamt about you. Again. 

And his eyes would drop to your mouth whenever you drank from a straw and he would wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close whenever you were dancing and tonight, tonight you looked so beautiful and that jumpsuit of yours, backless and fluffly was driving him crazy so what was that John guy doing telling you you were beautiful? Of course you were beautiful but you were his, not John’s and he had had enough of that so he bought a rose- because there was a woman selling roses on the bar- and he bought one and cut the surplus stem and tucked it on your ear. 

“I shouldn’t have done that.” He whispered in your ear as he placed his hand on your waist, pulling you to him and making sure John saw that. “Because now you look way too beautiful.” 

You were blushing and he was so close so you were sure he was hearing your heartbeat. You swallowed and he smiled against your ear, caressing your bare back with one hand. 

“Sit down with me?” 

He grabbed your hand and you walked towards the table where all his friends were sitting and before you could take a seat yourself, he pulled you on his lap. 

“Just stay close, yeah?” His green eyes looked into yours, moving your hair to the side so he could see your skin. “I’ve missed you.” 

He pressed a chaste kiss to your bare shoulder and you wrap your arm around his shoulders as you sat sideways on his lap. Mitch kept bringing you drinks and you kept drinking because you were happy and Harry was so close. His hand was caressing your thigh and you had tangled your fingers on his hair, making him smile at you before he threw his head back and sighed in appreciation. 

The alcohol running on your blood was making the dim light look kind of hazy and the music sounded louder then so you had to lean on Harry when he talked to you. He’d whisper in your ear as his hands rested on your body, in places a friend wouldn’t really have his hands. 

“I love how you smell.” He whispered and his lips, you weren’t sure whether it was on purpose or because he was intoxicated himself hit your skin. “And this jumpsuit…” He held the fabric on his hand.

“What about it?” You had turned your face so you were facing him then. 

Your faces were so close you could feel his breath hitting your skin. His hand travelled up your thigh. 

“You shouldn’t wear these things around me.” He smirked. 

“You don’t like it?” 

He rolled his eyes before he smiled at you, his eyes dropped to your mouth, once, twice and he leaned in but Suz, Suz, Suz so you turned your head and his lips landed on your cheek instead. You hugged him so he knew, he had to know, and you hide your face on his neck, breathing in his scent. 

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. “I can’t.” 

He just looked into your eyes. He didn’t want to pressured you. He didn’t want you to feel like you had to. If you can’t, or if you didn’t feel like it, then that was that but then Ellie cleared her throat next to you and you looked up at her with a frown. She was smiling. 

“Will you go to the toilet with me?” She smiled. 

You got up from Harry’s lap and laughed as he held your hand playfully, not letting you go for the first few seconds. Ellie gently pulled you to a wall and shook her head at you.

“Go for it.” She said. 

“But-” 

“But it’s been almost three years and he doesn’t like Suz, he doesn’t like her. He’s head over heels for you! And you like him too so how is that fair? The fact that you guys are not together isn’t going to make him like Suz.” 

“But Suz-”

“But Suz will get over him, more so if he’s with you.”

“I thought you-”

“I know what I said but… Listen, Suz sleeps around with other people and she says she’s in love with Sean anyway and then she’s got this thing with Peter and John but…. What about you? You don’t sleep around, do you? You don’t even date because you’re in love with him! So go for it, girl.” 

“I can’t do that to Suz.”

“But you can do that to him?” 

You looked away, at Harry who was scrolling on his phone, and you looked farther away at Suz and Molly who were talking to some guys at the bar. Molly gave you a thumbs up and you rolled your eyes. Suz was in love with Sean. She had said that to you. She was going to visit him in Scotland in the summer and you… What did you have? 

When you got back to your friends, they were all waiting at the door to go to the next club and Harry wrapped his arm around your shoulders as you made your way there. He told you about the cities he had visited and about how much you’d like the people he had met and when you reached the club, you took him to the dance floor as soon as you entered. 

You danced for a few songs and you kept thinking what if it could actually work? What if you could kiss him right then and there? What if he could grab your bum or kiss your neck or take you home and make love to you? What if you could tell him you loved him? 

So you grabbed his hand and placed it on your hip as you pressed your back against his chest. You heard him swallow behind you and you felt your heart beating faster and faster as you hoped he would be okay with that. You deserved it, you deserved him if Suz had Sean and Peter and John, you could have Harry, right? You deserved him so you brought your hand to the side of his neck and brought your face closer to his, pressing a kiss on his cheek as you swayed your hips against his. Left, right, left, right, and his breath was hitting your cheek and his grip on your hips, both hands now, was tighter. 

“Y/N…” He whimpered from behind you so you turned around, you looked into his eyes, his pupils dilated making it hard for you to spot the green on his eyes. 

And then you leaned in and you kissed the corner of his mouth and that was the closest you had ever been to his lips and you pulled away and he followed, he wanted the real thing, he needed the real thing by the way he was pushing his bulge against you but you looked ahead. 

“Can I kiss you?” His voice sent a shiver down your spine.

“I want you to but I don’t want to ruin Suz’s night.”

He pressed kisses on your neck then, because he could do that without it being so obvious and he couldn’t- for the life of him he couldn’t- stay away from you now. 

“Then let’s go, bird.” He kissed your neck again. “Let me kiss you at home.” 

You squeezed his hand before walking to the door, him following suit, his body still so close to yours. You walked to his place, a little more than ten minutes away and because he had seemed calmed as he walked next to you, not really in a rush, it surprised you the way he pushed you against the wall the moment he closed it, his lips landed on yours with hunger and desperation. You gasped against his mouth and kissed him back with the same passion and you didn’t even recognize yourself as you wished for him to cup your breast. All of a sudden that thought, that had never really crossed your mind, seemed so important, so urgent, and you were dying for him to do just that so you kissed him harder, putting all that frustration on that kissed and he moaned against your mouth, sucking your tongue and diving his in that wet cave. 

“God.” He gasped against your mouth. 

He had never been so needy, so desperate for anything in his life and he almost felt guilty for the things he wanted to do to you. He had thought about it so many times, when he had seen you in little clothes, when you had done something he considered sexy, when you moaned as you took of your heels, when he saw you with wet hair after a shower. 

“You’re so perfect.” He rushed between kisses. “And you taste so good.” 

You fought for air as you surprised both of you, grabbing his hand and bringing it to your breast. 

“Fuck.” 

He squeezed the flesh, he cursed and he was afraid his knees might fail him because he had thought about wrapping his mouth around your nipples and so he had thought about you naked and he had never been this hard in his entire life. He hadn’t seen it coming, when you loosened the knot on the back of your neck and the front of your jumpsuit fell. You couldn’t wait either, you wanted him in a way that made you blushed, especially because he had pulled away from you and he was breathing heavily and he was staring down at your bare chest and maybe it had been too much, maybe you had pushed it.

“Holy shit.” He whispered. “You are actually perfect.” 

He didn’t give you enough time to say yes for he was kissing your neck a second after he had said it, his hands cupping your breasts and your waist and you could not wait anymore you could not wait at all and so you pushed your body against his, desperately, almost aggresively as if somebody had said this was the last time you’d be with him. 

“Harry” You whispered against his mouth “take me to your room.” 

He didn’t even lift his head from your neck and took you to his room, always kissing you as you walked backwards. He wasn’t saying much but then again he couldn’t believe it was actually happening, what he had thought about for years, what he had dreamt about for years. He had touched himself thinking about this, he had constantly reminded himself that you were at home for him to keep going and you had always been that lazy love of his, for the only constant thing in his life was the way he felt about you. 

He kept pushing you against all walls on his ways, devouring your lips and your neck and grabbing your flesh, your hips, your waist, your bum… You couldn’t take it anymore and the only thought of him being inside you, stretching your walls that had long been forgotten by yourself- because you were somehow waiting or somehow thinking that maybe, one day, Suz would forget about him and then you could tell him and he would know but the only thought, the only thought of him making you yours, of him entering you, his body connected with yours so you were one in that moment forever silent, something exclusively between you and him…

He lied you on the bed hovering above you and you took off his pants- his shirt had fallen somewhere on the way to his room- and his hard on sprung free, red, wet, swollen and you imagined it must be somewhat painful and your mouth watered- for you had never seen someone so big and so hard and thinking you had done that and that was for you made it watered double so you ran your thumb against his swollen tip as you held it in your hand, hot and hard, and he hissed and clenched his teeth. 

You kissed him so his jaw relaxed as you held him on your hand and you caressed the thin skin on his sex as your tongue was running on his bottom lip. He was a groaning, his hands holding his weight over you on the sides of your body as he let you explore him as he had explored you before and with a slow calm unfitting for the desperation in your belly, you kissed down his neck and chest and you seeped down his bed sheets until you were face to face with his arousal and the heat burnt your skin as you ran your tongue down his silk skin making a throaty groan come out of Harry who was trembling by then, still supporting his weight on his hands. 

He couldn’t take it anymore, the way you smelled, the way you sounded, the way you looked, the way you touched him because it had never felt like this, so intense, so wanted, so desperate and because it was you and he had never been more certain of anything in his entire life so the same moment you sucked his sex in your mouth, as if you were trying to drink all of him, he pulled out with a plop sound and grabbed you by your elbows pushing you against the bed. For a second you were afraid- you had done something wrong and he hadn’t liked it- but it was the suddennes and the desperation in which his mouth ravished yours as he pushed himself inside you that cleared that slight concern away. 

“Fuck, you’re soaked baby.” 

He moaned out loud even though he had barely got the tip in and he waited, for you to say something, for you to stop him, for you to make any signal of pain and he would immediately stop, but instead you placed your hands on his butt and pushed him inside you.

“I’m not wearing a condom.” He whispered. “But you were driving me crazy… That mouth of yours.” 

“I’m on the pill, H. Get inside, please.” You cupped your face and kissed him as he groaned. 

“Just tell me if it hurts yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

But you wanted it to sting, you wanted him to thrust into you so rough it made your head spinned for a while and you could tell how hard he was trying to control himself, to go slow because of you but you wanted it to burn your swollen lips and so pressing your hands against his bum, you thrusted your hips forward until you felt him on your stomach and he could barely breathe. 

He looked into your eyes and the moment he saw your pupils and how big they were dilated he understood without you having to say and thrusted his hips aggresively against yours so you shut your eyes and frowned as you moaned out loud, arching your back and he wanted to see that again so he pulled all the way out and all the way in again in one swift movement. Your sex grew thicker and thicker the more he thrusted his hips into you and he kept groaning- he wouldn’t last for long, he would embarrassingly come in no time- because you kept moaning and digging your nails on his back and he was fucking you harder than he had never fucked anyone before and it felt so good and so raw and pure, as if he had finally reached that place he had forever been walking towards. 

He fell on top of you, sweating, exhausted, and you wrapped your arms around him and massaged his scalp as he pressed lazy kisses on your neck. You didn’t say a word for as long as you kept trying to calm down your erratic breathings and even though it had only been a few minutes since he had been inside you, you already felt it sore and you weren’t sure if you could even move but your worries stopped the moment he looked into your eyes, with the biggest relieved grin you had ever seen on him and his hair was a mess and his eyes were dreamy and glossy and his lips red and swollen. He chuckled and pecked your lips once right before he stood up from the bed and walked inside the bathroom. You heard the shower running. 

“Are you coming?” He grinned from the bathroom door and you gave him a look as if saying not moving. He laughed. “Okay, would you please shower with me?” 

You smiled. 

“I would but I can’t feel my legs.” 

Secret Love Song

Hello, everyone! I’m writing again for the first time in about a year and I am so excited. I’ve been playing with this idea for a while but I finally got the motivation over last few weeks. ( i wonder why ;) ) There’s a bit more to it and I was considering posting a Part Two. So let me know if you want to see that!

“Why can’t I say I’m in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftops.”

It was all happening for him. Having a solo career was something Harry had dreamed of since he was a kid – it was what he had showed up for at the X-Factor audition in the first place. He’d been more than happy to have the opportunity to be a part of the band and to experience everything with boys by his side. But now, for the first time in 7 years, his dream had finally become his reality.

The day had come for his debut album to release, one of the most anticipated days in the industry, and you couldn’t find anything suitable to wear to the release party. Some of your dresses were nice enough but nothing screamed important industry party to you.

You throw yourself down on your bed, burying your face deep into your pillow, figuring maybe you wouldn’t go. Between the music executives, press and fans, Harry would be tied up all night anyway. And the fact that the public still didn’t know about the two of you wouldn’t help much. He’d practically begged you to come though but his insistent invitation had a bit of a damper to it when he gently reminded you, you’d be going as his sister’s date. But even so, he swore up and down that he wanted you there, whether you got to be together or not.

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thinking about how priest!harry would fuck y/n in a church without hesitation.

she would be pressed against the stage, her head tilted back to stare at the cross above them. harry would be snug between her thighs, cock aching inside her as he thrusts in and out of her. her walls clenching around him, she would cry out from how good it feels.

he would be so sick. sick enough to drag a wooden cross down her chest, right between her breasts as he fucks into her. or use it to press against her throat to cut off her airflow.

"father harry, p-please, i can't--it feels so good," she would cry out, her toes curling as his hard cock rutted up into her dripping wet pussy. harry would smirk at the formal name, his fingers trailing down her stomach to watch her goosebumps raise.

"call out my name, darling, let the angels hear you," his hips would snap harder into her, his hands clasping around her thighs as he held her hips to his to bury his cock into her.

"g-god! oh my god!" she would cry out, grasping at the low carpeting on the stage as her back arched. she would feel herself nearly there, ready to release all over his cock.

"mmmm, wrong name, but i'll take it," he would chuckle out.

Sinners Place

Anna is a twenty-one year old english teacher from Spain whose grown up catholic her entire life. Her mother and Father breathed and lived for one thing only: God. She’s always felt so suffocated when it came to church and had no room to discover anything other than. When surrounded by religious people your entire life, what kind of toll does it take on her mental health when she discovers it was being used as a manipulation tactic? She seeks help in the empty wooden booth of the confessional to wash away all of her sins, but she had no idea what was waiting for her when Father Harry overheard her confess to the one thing she regrets the most in her life.

Chapters List.

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- Chapter One

- Chapter Two

- Chapter Three

- Chapter Four

- Chapter Five

- Chapter Six

- Chapter Seven

- Chapter Eight

- Chapter Nine

- Chapter Ten

- Chapter Eleven

- Chapter Twelve

- Chapter Thirteen

- Chapter Fourteen

- Chapter Fifteen

- Chapter Sixteen

- Chapter Seventeen

- Chapter Eighteen

- Chapter Nineteen

- Chapter Twenty

- Chapter Twenty-One

- Chapter Twenty-Two

- Chapter Twenty-Three

- Chapter Twenty-Four

- Chapter Twenty-Five

- Chapter Twenty-Six

- Chapter Twenty-Seven

- Chapter Twenty-Eight

- Chapter Twenty-Nine

- Chapter Thirty