Between Lightning And Thunder|harry Styles.

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Repeating Days

Her brows furrowed as she felt around the bed. The space beside her which once coveted another body, now empty and had long since gone cold. She sat up and looked around the room in a blind panic. None of his stuff, which was littered around the room the previous night, was there. She scrambled to get out of bed, tripping over the covers. The same ones that wrapped her and him up so blissfully just a few hours prior. She needed to calm down. There could be a number of reasons why he left without a trace. None currently came to mind, but she didn’t like to assume. Slowly, she panned the parameter of the house, heart sinking as she found each room void of his presence. Panic set in as she snatched her phone off the charger and scrolled through her contacts, clicking his name. Her heart beat louder than the dial tone in her ear. She called one, two, three times in a row with no response. She gently lowered the phone from her ear to her side in a state of disbelief.

Questions and answers to those questions and more questions sped through her brain like notes from Flight of the Bumblebee. She tried him one more time, knee bouncing up and down as the ringing sound blared through her ear. All she received was his voicemail, but she decided to leave a message. “Harry?” she asked with extreme hesitance, even though nobody was actually on the other side of the line. “Hi, um, I, um, I woke up, and you weren’t— you weren’t here. And, you’re not answering my calls. And, all of your stuff is gone. And, I don’t know what’s happening. Please call me back. Please. Okay, bye.”

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Harry suddenly pulls out and wipe y/n's pussy when he was fucking her then he plungs a finger or two to make sure its nice and dry for him before going back in dry. Im dead.

FJUCK

He’d be so huffy and concentrated because he keeps slipping out of you from how wet you are, letting out a small growl every time it’d happen going,

“Yeh too wet f’daddy, angel. Gotta start all ova’”

And he’d use the edge of the towel you’d brought out to the bed when he had given you the bedroom eyes earlier, this situation not being the first time it’s happened. Quickly swiping over your sensitive heat, he’d ease in his fingers to check if he got most of your slick out of the way.

Once he’s satisfied, he’d ease his way back in with a hiss of pleasure, nose scrunching up a bit at the warm and tight heat. The drag of him thrusting in you would be more noticeable, his relentless rhythm sending a current of electricity down your spine.

But as soon as you’d begin your spiral into your climax, Harry’d slip out again, rutting against your clit desperately.

“For fucks’ sake!”

never too much

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Tags: angst, fluff word count: 4.0k+

Warnings: mentions of drunk driving, car accident

In which you think Harry has too much on his plate to worry about you.

It was all a bit surreal. What was supposed to be a nice day out with your best friend turned into an unfortunate emergency room visit and 8 stitches along the side of your thigh. 

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can u guys write something about p*ssy spitting? 🥺🥺🥺

I’ll do a little drabble!

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She couldn’t describe how much she loved it. Or why. But she did.

Perhaps it was the look in his eyes before he did it. The dark, lusty, mischievous look that took over him as he had his lips attached to her clit. He suckled, finding a pace and strength she liked and watched her chest heave as the pleasure soaked her. He lifts his head, keeping direct eye as he purses those beautiful, swollen pink lips and the stream of spit leaves them, dripping slowly on to her puffy, well used cunt. He would look right at her cunt after it landed, watching that bit of his spit as it dribbled from clit down to her asshole- or he would dive back in and spread it around with his tongue. Revel in the soaked pussy surrounding his face.

Sometimes it was different. When he was particularly rough, pounding into her cunt, he would pull out and spit thickly over her pussy. Taking the tip of his cunt soaked cock, he would give her clit a few taps or slaps, rubbing it in before slamming back in. The man loves messy sex, and the added spit only made the slide better.

It was a bit of an ownership thing too.

“Who’s fucking pussy is this? Hm?” Is often growled out before he spits on her. Finding that sick satisfaction that Y/N knows that it’s his pussy. It’s his to fuck, to lick, to spit all over. Knows that he’s the only one allowed to do it and the only one able to make her feel so good from such a dirty action.

Harry’s a dirty fuck. He knows that, she knows that and there’s no denying it. They both love it though.

Third Time’s A Charm

“What d’you think of this one?”

Holding an old ratty t-shirt he’s pulled from the bottom of the pile he’d been examining for the past twenty minutes, he looks absolutely triumphant - like he’s just found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow - and it makes your heart skip a beat.

“That’s a good one,” You smile and he wiggles his brows teasingly before turning back towards the vintage jackets rack he’d been eying, walking towards it while he hung his new treasure on his shoulder.

He’s pretty.

He’s so so pretty.

And he’s sunny, too. Like the sun had a son and decided to send him down to earth to live amongst mere mortals like you. His smile lights up the room and sends flames up your heart, that aches with how much you feel for him. He’s the sun, the moon, the stars… he’s everything to you and you don’t even know how to tell him.

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Jealous

“Ohh let’s go in here!” you smile, dragging Harry’s hand into yet another shop. The two of you had been shopping for almost 3 hours now and Harry was over it. He hadn’t wanted to come in the first place, too much attention, too many fans and paparazzi and he had no interest in watching you try on dresses all day, he just liked to see the end product at the event. Plus, all he had wanted to do today was lay around on the couch and watch yet another movie. You, however needed a dress for the dinner party Harry was taking you to next week and so you had convinced him to come and help. After trying on nearly 20 dresses that did not work, his hopes of finding one for you were ending and he was just going through the motions at this point, hie eyes rolling as you opened the door and walked in.

“Hey welcome, if there’s anything I can help you with just give a shout, my name is Jordan.” The boy smiled and gave you a wink. He was cute. Blonde hair, styled back in a wave similar to Harry’s. Bright blue eyes watching you move throughout the store, his toned arms lifting boxes of clothes that needed to be hung and organized. Harry groaned at his welcome, and you lightly smacked his arm in response. 

“Thanks, we will!” you smiled moving to the section where the dresses were hanging. 

You moved through the rack, handing Harry all of the options you wanted to try on. After Harry’s arms contained almost 10 dresses, you moved to the fitting room. Harry was hunched over in a chair across from your fitting room scrolling through his phone without a glance in your direction. You tried on the first dress, it was a short and very tight black cocktail dress. You walked out and did a spin, finding Jordan at the entrance of the fitting rooms putting away the clothes people had chosen not to get after they tried them on. “Well?” you asked Harry with a smile. 

“Yeah, it’s nice, you look beautiful.”

“Harry you didnt even look.” you sighed, annoyed with his behavior. You were about to walk back in to change but Jordan stopped you.

“What’s the occasion, may I ask?” He smiled, his blue eyes slowly making their way up your body with a smile.

“Uh a dinner party.” You smiled back. “What do you think?”

“I love it, your boy is right, you look beautiful….” That got Harry’s attention. He glanced up, sitting straighter in his chair and looking over at the dress you had on. “I would say that’s more for like a clubbing atmosphere rather than a sit down dinner party.”

You grinned and nodded, “That’s crazy. I was thinking the same thing.”

“Yeah me too.” Harry mumbled. “Definitely not a dinner party option babe but you can for sure pull it off in a club…”

You gave Harry a weird look and slight laugh before walking back in and trying on another option. The next dress was a tight, floor length red gown with a high slit up the side. You walked out and modeled it with a smile. “I like this one.” you grinned.

Jordan, still watching nodded. “That might just be the one….I mean wow-”

Harry stood up, walking over to you and grabbed your hand, softly spinning you in a circle. “(y/n)…you look incredible.” He bit his lip and looked up and down your body slowly. “I don’t even have words.”

“You know what though?” Jordan walked over as well, shifting through a rack of dresses in the corner. “While that is definitely the style I would go with….maybe try it in more of a classy evening color.”

“I don’t know…” Harry said with a frown. “I really love this one…you look absolutely stunning.” He glared over at Jordan and you laughed at the reaction.

“You know, there’s another style I think you would look amazing in…and it’s all black, floor length, perfect for any upscale dinner event. ”

You nodded and smiled at Jordan, “That would be great thanks.” He nodded, walking away to grab the dress.

“Ugh.” Harry groaned giving you a look.

“What’s that about?” you were looking at the dress you had on in the floor length mirror. 

“I think you would look amazing in this other dress…let me just go get it for you.” Harry mocked. You turned around laughing and shook your head. “Seriously I mean come on he’s totally flirting with you.”

“Harry don’t be-”

“Here you are.” Jordan walked in, carrying a beautiful shiny black dress.

“Ohh I love that.”

“I knew you would.” He smiled and handed it over. “You’re going to look beautiful in it, you have the body…and eyes. This color really compliments your eye color.”

You smiled and Harry coughed, rolling his eyes. He was annoyed and getting antsy, moving around the dressing room in circles. You gave him a warning look and walked back in the dressing room to change. You had the dress on but the zipper was stuck so you came shuffling out looking for Harry’s help. Instead you found his chair empty. Frowning you called out, “Harry?”

“Oh, he went to the bathroom, can I help you with something?” Jordan come over with a grin, his perfectly white teeth sparkling in the light.

“The zipper is stuck….I can’t see to get it all the way up.” you mumbled turning around.

“Let me see what I can do.” Jordan walked up behind you, placing one hand lightly on your back, the other on the zipper. He moved your hair out of the way and tugged it all the way up. You turned with a smile, your eyes locking onto two very jealous and frustrated eyes walking back from the bathroom. “There ya go, you look amazing.” he smiled, making you blush a little.

“Thanks…” you smile back, walking towards the mirror. Jordan nods and returns to his work, while Harry stalks by with a sideways glance. You’re looking at the back when he walks over, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed together. “What do you think?” you smile presenting the dress with your arms out to the side.

“What the hell was that?” he growls, grabbing your arm and pulling you into the small dressing room.

“What are you talking about?” 

“That guy- he had his hands all over you, he-”

“He was helping get the zipper that was stuck.” you answered laughing.

“You could’ve asked me. I would’ve done it. There’s no reason that he had to do it.” Harry was whining.

“You were in the bathroom. He was there and asked to help. He was a complete gentleman to by the way.” you noted.

“You could’ve waited for me to come back and help.”

“Babe-”

“No. You’re not taking this seriously. The whole time we’ve been in here, he’s been all fucking over you and I’m not okay with it.” Harry was jealous. His eyes burning a brighter shade of green, his cheeks red from frustration. His arms were locked across his chest and the dimples you loved nowhere in sight due to the frown formed by his lips. “I don’t care what the reason was, there’s no fucking reason to have his hands on your back. There’s no reason for him to compliment you the way he was, I mean come on-”

“Harry.” you interrupted with a laugh. You walked over, placing a soft kiss against his lips. HE remained unyielding, turning his head and groaning.

“You’re not getting it.”

“There’s absolutely no reason to be jealous…”

“I-”

“No. Listen. I love you. You are the one I’m even looking here for. Nothing happened.”

“I know but still. Why can’t he keep his hands to himself.”

You just shake your head. “Well good news. This is definitely the one so we are good to go now. No more trying on any others. I love this one.”

Harry didn’t say anything just grumbled comments to himself as he left the dressing room so you could change out of the dress. You walked out, carrying the dress in your arms over to the counter. Jordan helped check you out. “I knew this was going to be the one.”

“Yeah so did I.” Harry growled. 

Jordan just smiled and nodded. “She looks beautiful in it.”

“Yeah I know.” Harry wrapped his arm around your neck and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “She looks beautiful in anything she wears.”

Normally, you would’ve been embarrassed by Harry’s outburst and obnoxious behavior but today it was cute. You liked that he cared enough to be jealous. He  had nothing to worry about considering Jordan was most definitely gay, but he clearly hadn’t picked up on that. Harry took the bag and turned with a grin, kissing you hard on the lips. “Thanks for the help with my girl’s dress.” Harry said too sweetly as he pulled you to the door. 

Outside he took a breath and you shook youre head. “You just had to be extra back at the check out didn’t you?” you asked laughing as he tugged your hand to the car.

“I needed him to know exactly who’s girl he was playing with.”

“Harry.” you laugh climbing into the seat he had just opened the door too. “You know he was gay right?”

“What?”

“Yeah, like no doubt.”

“Oh.” Harry stood there, mouth tugging into a smile.

“Does that make you feel better?” you laugh.

“Much.” he grinned. 

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A short request. I actually have another story based on jealousy that will be coming out soon so I tried switching up the vibe in this. Hope it works!

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what abt harry cumming inside y/n and then pins her down and fingers the cum back into her 😳

smut and dirty talk below. you’ve been warned :)

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Another moan leaves her mouth as he keeps fucking into her, sweat dripping down his toned chest, all the way down to the trail of dark, coarse hair leading down to his cock and her eyes follow it until Harry growls grabs at her left boob. 

“Fuck, I love this cunt,” he thrusts harder and wipes the sweat off of his forehead as his other hand rubs her nipple, making her moan.

He slaps her boob and it jiggles, then pinches the pebbled nipple between his thumb and index finger. “So fuckin’ hot. Y’look so good under me.”

“Fuck me harder, come on baby fuck me harder,” she lets out another moan and he brings his other hand to the other boob, now squeezing both of them as he keeps fucking into her. 

She feels all warm and snug around him, the room filling with wet sounds as his cock fucks into her wetness, and his balls slap against her bum with every thrust as if they’re composing the dirtiest song. It’s so good and lovely but also hot and filthy. He feels something in his lower stomach and at the tip of his cock and his hold on her tits become tighter.

“’M gonna cum baby, fuck,” he groans and she tries to hold on to his bum with his hands, feeling the muscles tighten with each thrust. 

“Cum inside me,” she whispers, all fucked out, and slaps his bum, making his hips shake and he finally spills inside her. 

As he keeps coming, she feels it inside her, all warm and tingling her insides, and he pulls out, some of his cum spilling out of her. 

“Fuck. Pussy’s lookin’ good, darlin’”

“Yeah?” 

He doesn’t answer though. Instead, he gives her a smirk and swipes a finger over her wet clit, then bringing it into his mouth. “Tastes fuckin’ good too. Gonna keep it in ya, darlin’? Walk around with my cum inside your pretty cunt?”

She nods, feeling too fucked to answer and he sniffs, bringing his index and middle finger together and pushes his cum back into her hole, making her moan as she brings her own hand down to hold his wrist, in hopes that he’ll keep his fingers inside her. 

“There we go. Hold it in or I’ll tie you up and walk you around the house like a fuckin’ dog, understand?”

Go Home

in which Harry is jet lagged and you’re completely humiliated.

To be fair, he said he didn’t wanna go. 

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