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Insatiable*

A mini filthy blurb.

WC: 1.1k

Warnings: unprotected sex, riding.

Harry is ascending to heaven, he’s sure of that.

He must be one of the lucky ones who were chosen to be blessed in their lifetime. He can’t quite remember what good deed he did to deserve this—but he’s not letting her get away.

His ears were ringing and he felt dizzy, almost lost himself for a hot minute before remembering to keep his eyes on her. It would be a shame to close them.

His eyes couldn’t get enough of staring at her perfect body, right in front of him.

“So fucking beautiful.” He panted, his hands frantically roaming her skin.

She only responded with a soft whine, trying to keep up and ignore the cramping in her legs. She needed his cock, needed to ride him, no matter how tiring. She wanted to show him that she’s his good girl and that she can work for his cock to earn it.

It was hitting her sweet spongy spot, daring her to fall against Harry’s chest and beg him to fuck her.

But no, she bounced like a good girl on his creamy cock that was shining with a mix of their juices. She felt like their lower bodies were on fire—the heat bubbling up in her core was euphoric.

“Pretty girl showing daddy how much she loves his cock.” He praised her, moving a few hair strands from her face, before patting her head.

Damn right, she loved it.

The sound of skin slapping and her soft whines had him rolling his eyes. But again—he couldn’t keep his eyes away for too long. Her breasts were in his face, jiggling with every bounce, begging him to knead them and have a taste.

He untied her hair allowing it to cascade down her back. He adored her hair and loved giving her head scratches but most importantly he craved pulling it while he thrusted into her from behind.

“Gonna light me up with how warm your pussy is baby.” His raspy voice wasn’t helping her neediness, after all, she was in desperate need of his cock.

“N—need it.” She managed to confess through ragged breathing. The view he had may be sinful but hers is sending her straight to hell.

He was laid back against the headboard, a hint of a grin spread across his pretty face. His beard was still covered in her cum from when he worshipped her earlier.

His hair, so messy from the tugging yet still curly. She couldn’t help but glance down at his chest, a line of sweat trailing down to his chiseled abs that contracted under the dim light.

Not only can she feel how wet and messy they are but she can also hear it. In fact, his pelvis was already coated.

His pupils were blown and his lips were slightly parted in awe. He raked his eyes quickly from where they were connected, watching her sink on his length, to her gorgeous face and chest.

But—he can’t quite forget the setup he made. He placed a tall mirror behind them, so he can glance at it and get a good view of her back and ass that was red.

“Is that all you got princess, hmm? Thought you were my good girl.” He landed a harsh slap on her already sensitive cheeks.

“I—am.” He swore that she almost cried right there and then. He knows how uncomfortable the position must be and still—she fastened her pace.

“Shhhh baby, just take my cock. It’ll help your greedy cunt to rest.” He mocked, not forgetting to degrade her for her sigh of relief once he pushed inside—it was like her cunt needed his cock to survive.

His hands roamed her back which arched when he purposely thrusted all of a sudden. Her head rolled backward as she clenched on his swollen cock. She was his fucking sex goddess.

He couldn’t stop exploring her back as his ears listened to her beautiful whines and whimpers. He initially mocked her, asking her if she was ovulating—but maybe her pussy is just made for his cock.

He could tell that she was starting to get tired, her forehead dropped against his as she panted and held eye contact with him. His hand rested on her ass, rubbing over the red skin.

“Poor bunny, got tired already?” She nodded quickly, slowing down her pace.

“Then I should make use of this hole, right?” His deep voice went straight to her core as she whispered ‘please Daddy.”

He really felt like passing out from how good she felt, so warm and wet. Just for him.

He dug his heels into the mattress and placed his hands on her bruised hips before grinning at her and thrusting inside her.

“Need to do everything for you.” His thrusts were rough, and she could feel him in her stomach. “Always have to fuck this cunt or else you’ll drool like a puppy in heat.” The degrading went through her brain, making her moan like crazy.

He was feral with his pounding, she knew that she’d be sore for days to come. But she also knew that he would kiss her pussy to ease the pain.

She already came twice, almost came for the third time from riding him but she couldn’t continue. With his current rough force, she won’t last long.

He was so raw and primal—his tongue nipped at her skin, just anywhere. She could feel his rapid heartbeats, the thickness of his swollen length pulsing inside her as he fucked her repeatedly.

And god—don’t even ask her about his naked body, how his thighs and pelvis would look right now, all wet and coated from her juices. If she wasn’t already wrecked—he’d ask her to clean it up with her tongue.

“Cum inside me.” She begged as she held his face in her hands.

“Yeah? Is that what you want? My hot load inside of your cunt?” He teased, giving her deep slow thrusts.

“Yes—Daddy.”

“Hmm, maybe that’ll tame your pussy.” He pulled her hair roughly, and the sting of her scalp combined with his creamy cock was enough to tip her over the edge.

She trembled on his length, nails digging into his skin as she moaned his name like a mantra. His orgasm followed hers in a few seconds, unable to resist the clenching and pulsing of her warm pussy.

His hot cum painted her walls white, prompting them to moan louder as they kissed. The feeling of his cum deep inside her was like nothing else.

“My baby, so good for me.” He held her against his chest, as he pressed kisses to her face.

Sweat adorned their bodies and the smell of sex filled the room. He rubbed soothing patterns on her back before whispering to remind her of the bubble bath they had to take.

She simply replied by leaving a peck on his lips, and moving herself again on his sensitive cock.

An insatiable little devil. ——————————————————

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One Is Enough III

HERE Y’ALL FUCKING GO DAMN. HERE, TAKE IT.

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Ok a concept since it is the anniversary of met Gala harry today and mg harry is also popular he will be called to met Gala so he is dressed up and bambi reaction to his outfit and she says she wants to fuck him but he says something along the lines of later baby don't want the scratches to show through the net.

OMG BITCH YESSSSS

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“Is that why you won’t let me go with you?” 

From the corner of his eyes, he could see her kneeling on their bed, pouting, but he knew she was far from innocent. She was practically naked and obviously enjoying how she got him in the palm of her hand.

“Oh please, you don’t even want to go.”

“I do now.”

She didn’t. She would rather shave her head than walk the red carpet with him. She had fun teasing him and it was working because he could feel himself getting hard. Thank God they didn’t put him in one of those tight suits.

He marched up to the bed and beckoned to her. She scooted toward the edge, smoothing her palms over the material of his outfit. He caught her hands before they reached his stomach. His gaze dropped to her breasts and he arched an eyebrow. “Put some clothes on, baby.”

“I have clothes on.” She grinned, plucking at her panties.

His fingers tightened on her hips as he tossed his head back, shut his eyes and groaned. “Not gonna fuck you. Not gonna fuck you. Not gonna fuck you.”

She laughed and kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry. I will spare you this once.” She tapped her hands on his shoulders like a friend to a friend, but it only made him want to fuck her more.

He gathered all the self-control he could get to lean in and kiss her on the cheek. If he kissed her lips, he’d have to pin her down. He wanted to say “fuck the Met” and go for it, but Jeff would kill him, and then her.

“If there are videos or photos of me walking the red carpet with an erection, you’ll have to pay for it,” he said.

Her lips quirked. “Have fun. I’ll be at home waiting for those videos and photos.”

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King of the Jungle III

A/N: Sorry for the wait!! We’ve had lots going on so we haven’t had a chance to write this one, but here is the highly requested continuation of our Tarzan!harry piece. You find out a little bit more about Harry in this one… they do the nasty again 👀but as always, this is all fiction so enjoy ✨✨✨ - n + d send feedback and requests here

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pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

warnings: mentions of death, smut, primal!kink, squirting 👀

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Y/N’s family had never been keen on a hands on approach to their work. Gorillas are rather territorial and protective creatures and messing with them could have them all get extremely hurt. Instead, Y/N and the crew stayed at a safe distance and collected data. It was more observational, they’d only step in if anyone got hurt. 

The whole day Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about Harry. She wanted to know more about him and hoped that through speaking with him and showing him things that he would develop at a quicker pace. She hated feeling like she was above him in any way shape or form, but also knew that it was good to keep a safe barrier between the two of them. When Y/N got back to the camp for dinner she decided to do some investigating. 

“How long have humans been coming here?” Y/N asked curiously, wondering if people had known about this place for a while or if it was her family that discovered it. “Just wondering because it seems like there are tons of resources here… seems like, like there were people here before you know?” Y/N didn’t want to blow her cover, no. Maybe tomorrow she could go to Harry’s tree house and see how it was that he knew English. Maybe have him tell her more? Part of her didn’t want to push him too hard, but she really did need answers. It was the only way she could help him.

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Despite Harry being less than active on social media, it doesn’t mean that he didn’t creep through Instagram and Twitter after the shows.

He used a fake account to scroll, constantly liking pictures and videos of his wife dancing or funny fan signs to his phone.

Tonight, after the Philly show, YN was already fast asleep in their tour bus bed - she had curled into Harry with her leg between his and her head on his bicep.

Harry was trending on Twitter for his show, however, he scrolled a bit further and noticed that a hashtag called #JusticeforYN was trending.

When he clicked on the link, it took him down a rabbit hole of screenshots and videos from the concert.

It doesn’t take long to see what had happened, it was a girl recording herself on Snapchat from the pit during the concert.

The ‘fan’ held up her phone enough that you could see her but also YN, Jeff, Harry Lambert, and Tommy in the background behind the pit.

Adore You started blasting through his AirPod and the girl recorded his wife dancing with their friends - he gets distracted for a moment, watching her have fun and sing along.

He loved her so fucking much.

But then, it’s the next clip, and the captioned text on the video said ‘Harry’s Whore.’

The small smile on his face disappears instantly when he sees where this is going.

In the next few segments, the girl is screaming things at YN who can’t even hear them because of the music but it’s still completely disrespectful.

“Hi, Harry’s Whore!”

“Get the fuck outta here, nobody wants you here!”

“Fuck you!”

It makes Harry rage, even from the comfort of his bunk with his perfect love, and then he digs deeper to find his real fans defending YN.

YN was pretty loved by the fans. She was always kind, posted pictures of Harry (because he rarely did), and made really kickass merch.

He finds the Twitter account of the girl who harassed his wife, her name was Gina, and he read through her tweets.

She was going to three more of the concerts - following them from Philly to Detroit.

One of her tweets said…

‘If you guys are mad about what I said during the last concert, just wait what I have to say to her next time.’

And he also finds out that she had won a meet and greet for the DC show through the record label and Harry already knew what he was gonna do.

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YN wakes up before Harry, sitting in the small living area of the bus - watching a cooking show on the television and still slightly dozing in and out of sleep.

“Hi bun,” She mumbles, opening her arms and legs to let Harry flop between them. Chest to chest and he was a bit to heavy for this but he liked laying like this.

“Mornin’, my love,” Harry rasps, peppering kisses all over her jaw and the smooth column of her neck until she giggles.

“Shouldn’t you be saying good morning to your whore on tour?” YN replies, her voice is light and unbothered - obviously found out the online drama.

Harry tenses up, looks up at her seriously, and tells her, “M’gonna take care of it.”

“Don’t, it’s fine, bubs,” YN assures him, she’s smiling softly and Harry just…he is so obsessed with the woman below him that he has to kiss her for a long moment.

“No, it’s not. I’m not going t’let someone treat m’wife like that. She won tha’ meet and greet. I’m gonna have a talk w’her when she comes backstage,” Harry tells her, lips brushing on every word and he can help but grind his hips forward against her.

“Always so horny in the morning,” Yn teases but still lets her thighs fall open a little bit more so that the only barrier is their underwear.

“Can y’blame me? Look wha’ I wake up to,” He rumbles, voice getting illogically deeper and raspier when he speaks.

It’s not long before he tugs his briefs down just enough and her panties to the side to get inside her with his lips glued to hers.

He’s whispering things that would make him blush with embarrassment if anyone heard him.

“Can’t believe y’mine after all this time.”

“Y’my perfect match, on m’knees for you whenever you ask.”

“Arena full of people and all I see is you, baby.”

“Feel like heaven.”

“Only y’make me feel like this.”

“Come on, stubborn girl. Show me y’love me.”

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Harry looks insanely stunning in his purple outfit but honestly - YN always steals the show (without even trying). ***

They’re in a common area, waiting for the meet and greet with the fans - it’s comical how Gina’s face drops when she arrives to see Harry facing away from everyone with YN giggle as he crowds her up against a wall.

They can hear Harry murmur, “Y’alway showin’ me up. Only gonna be able to look at y’during the show, bug.”

“Harry,” Jeff calls to his client, making him turn around and his eyes instantly search the small groups of fans until his eyes land on a girl dressed in a bright pink fishnet dress and boa.

“You,” Harry points at her, his face isn’t giving away any emotion, “Can I have a chat w’you?”

“S-sure,” She stutters, eyes wide and excited - oblivious that Harry actually knows what she had been posted on social media.

The singer takes her off to the side, YN’s eyes keep darting to them as she chats with the friendly fans who are complimenting her dress and her merch designs.

Frank is standing near Harry, prepared to escort the girl out after the conversation.

“Can we get a selfie?” Gina asks, pulling out her cellphone.

“No,” Harry replies seriously, “You also are going to get escorted out of this arena and banned from any of my future concerts.”

“Wh-what?” The girl stumbles, eyes watering as she looks at him in confusion and dismay.

“I need to make this a safe space for everyone who comes to my concerts. That especially includes m’wife. And I don’t feel comfortable havin’ someone scream at m’wife and posting nasty things on social media attending my concert.”

Realization flashes across Gina’s face, “I’m so so sorry. I can apologize. I really didn’t mean-“

“No. I don’t think my whore of a wife would want to hear it,” Harry chuckles with a nasty edge, “Y’can fuck off now. Go find a new artist to harass ‘cause if I see y’face at one of m’concerts - y’getting kicked out immediately.”

Frank appears beside them, gently guiding the hysterical girl out of the room while the fans look back in confusion.

They forget all about it once Harry saunters up to them and gives them a crooked smile, “Hi, m’Harry. How are y’guys?”

The fans don’t miss his hand moving quickly to squeeze his wife’s hip in reassurance before starting to sign things and take pictures.

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Later that night, the disgruntled ‘fan’ sends out a nasty few tweets where real fans go after her and defend YN.

Also, the true fans are cooing over the fact that Harry is such a good husband.

haleyhs22: omg, could you imagine being called out by the nicest guy on this earth

tpwkjess_young: okay but I wish I had the luck that @ynstyles has to get a manz like that 😩

UsWeekly: Harry Styles bans ignorant fan from tour after nasty videos were leaked attacking his wife

strawberriesinsummer: harry is such a VIBE. Like he deadass kicked that girl out and then spent the whole night trying to seduce his wife with his shimmies and winks - he’s the hoe 🍑

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2, 26, and 27 ;)

The one where Harrys being a mad and horny devil and younger!y/n is being a tease

Based off of this ask

Prompt List

2. “You wanna say that again?”

26. “Are you sure you wanna do this?”

27. “Watch your mouth.”

A/N: Little bit of Dom!Harry, some Younger!Y/N, and it hasn’t been proofread🙃. Enjoy😋

Harry had been invited to dinner with Jeff and a few higher ups from his label. So naturally he insisted that you went with him. You absolutely hated these dinners just as much as Harry did, but you sucked it up and decided to go for Harry. The only thing that made it slightly better was the fact that there was food, and even then, it wasn’t enough to make you enjoy yourself. Not to mention the fact that you had only one thing in common with everyone at the table, that being Harry. Besides that, you had zero common ground. On top of that, you were the youngest person at the table. You were even younger than Harry by a few years.

Now it wasn’t so crazy where it would be completely wrong on every possible level, but just enough to make Harry feel the need to protect you and scowl at every male or female who looked at you in a way that made him uncomfortable; even more than a boyfriend normally would. Even though you were also in your 20’s and were very much capable of taking care of yourself. Despite this fact, Harry never failed to bring the slight age gap up in every activity of your daily lives. Never in a demeaning way, but more of a joking/‘I’m older and wiser, and you should listen to me’ type of way.

Somehow this control Harry took at times also translated into the bedroom. And it worked, very well.

You absolutely loved it when Harry took control and just ravished you any way he wanted (of course establishing boundaries and limits way beforehand). Now this didn’t at all mean that you didn’t love it when he took his time and practically worshiped your body. You could practically burst just thinking about those moments. It also didn’t mean that you haven’t taken control in the bedroom either. You have and you throughly enjoyed watching Harry beg for you to let him cum, it gave him a taste of his own medicine. Plus, it was so hot to see him beg for you. You loved the rush it gave you to have Harry restrained against the bed, waiting for your next move, hoping you’d let him release. But if you had to choose between being in control or being under his control, you choose the latter any day. It was just something about calling him daddy and following his orders that sent you off the rails.

It not only made you go crazy, but it also made Harry almost lose his mind in some cases. He loved watching you follow his orders, getting on your knees in front of him just from a single look. Or simply bending over the arm of the couch without him having to tell you when you know you misbehaved. He couldn’t get enough of you. He loved how you were down for almost anything (some things were just too much for you, even for Harry). How you were filthy when it’s just the two of you, but when you were with other people, you switched to your sweet, innocent self. Even when you were with others, how you still managed to bring out that side of you that only he had the privilege of seeing could make him crazy. And it did. You riled him up so much that that there were numerous times where he had to drag you both to the bathroom and take care of his swollen cock.

Whether it was you calling him daddy in his ear, or your soft hand undoing his pants underneath the table. Even you giving him a soft kiss on the cheek every once in a while at different functions got him worked up. Just like tonight. Except this time he was a bit more frustrated than usual. Thanks to you of course.

Now there were many reasons to his frustration. The first being that the nonstop sex you guys were having was brought to an abrupt end. See, you had just gotten back home from a business trip that took you away for about a week. So you and Harry were in a sense trying to make up for lost time, and then some. So you decided to take two days off to spend with Harry. But as the time went on, two turned into three and now four. The two of you didn’t leave the house for almost four days.

Your routine turned into this:

Wake up, have a good first round of morning sex, get in the shower, have another round of sex in the shower, cuddle up in the bed or on the couch and watch whatever you could find on Netflix, have sex again on the couch or in bed, cook dinner together, eat dinner, then end the night off with a ‘final’ round of sex.

“We’re running low on supplies” you mumble bending over to look into the nearly empty fridge. Out of the blue, Harry strolls into the kitchen and finds you bent over the fridge. He seized the opportunity and he delivers a heavy swat to your ass. “Harry!!” You screech, coming up from your previous position to face him. “That hurt” you pout, rubbing over the stinging spot on your backside.

“Need daddy t’make yeh feel better?” He rasps, pulling your into his chest. His arms wrap around you and his hands go straight to your ass, kneading the supple flesh in his large hands.

“No, I need food” you huff, deciding to not indulge him any further. Harry has other plans though. He guides you over to the kitchen island and before you have a chance to rebuke him, you’re already being hoisted onto the counter.

“I already have something I want to eat” he spreads your legs and attaches his lips to your neck.

“No” you close your legs, trying to stop Harry from continuing. You do this only for him to spread your legs again. Which leads you to snap your legs shut. The both of you continue in this pattern for a little longer until you push him away completely.

“Baby” he slumps, pouting in your direction.

“We can have sex when I get back home.” You keep your hands on his shoulders and you hop off of the counter. You make your way to the front door with a now mopey Harry training behind you.

“Not even a taste. Y’not going to let daddy have a taste?” He tries to coax you into letting him have his way

“I’m not going to be long” you chuckle at his eagerness. You shrug on your coat and you slip on your worn out sneakers. “I have no idea how you survive on tour. Your like a horny teenager” you tease grabbing your purse and keys.

“Well first of all, I’m a grown man. Older than you to be exact. Second, it’s easier on tour because you’re not around.” He states matter of factly. You roll your eyes at his comments and you make your way out of the door.

“So you’re blaming your horniness on me now?”

“Yes, yes I am.” He reply’s curtly. You turn around and you press a quick peck to his pillow soft lips.

“Love you” you mumble against his lips.

“Love you too” he sighs giving your hips a slight squeeze. Before he can even try to deepen the kiss, you pull away from him and you make your way to your car. You hop in and you back out of your parking space, leaving Harry leaning against the door looking soft and cute, yet utterly fuckable. During your entire ride to the grocery store, the image of a needy Harry lingered in your head.

When you make it to the store, you dash inside, wanting to get in and get out so you could go home. As you’re walking into the next aisle, you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. You pull it out to see that it’s a text from Harry.

Harry: A few people from the label invited us out to dinner. Want to go?

You thought it would be good to get out of the house for the night instead of watching Netflix in bed.

Y/N: Sure! I’ll be home soon.

You throw your phone into your bag and you zoom around the store grabbing the last items you had on your list. You surprisingly make it through checkout fairly quickly and you make your way back home. With the help of Harry you manage to get everything put away in enough time for you to get ready.

“Y’want me to hop in with you. Save time and water?” Harry rations. But you don’t fall for it at all.

“If we get in this shower together, we won’t make it out of the house.” you shoot down his proposal, leaving him alone in the bedroom. You take a quick shower and you rummage through your closet for something to wear.

“Y’should wear this” Harry leans against the door to your closet with a hanger dangling from his finger. The dress on the hanger was in no way appropriate for the event what so ever. It was the dress that never failed to make Harry want to drag you away from any party.

“Absolutely not.” You grab the hanger from him and you put it back where it belonged. You eventually settle on a simple dress that you could just throw on. You’re surprisingly able to finish getting ready with a few minuets to spare; mainly due to the fact that you made Harry go downstairs and wait for you. When you come down the stairs, you see Harry sitting on the couch mindlessly looking at his phone. The clicking of your heels against the floor, causes his attention to shift over to you.

“Now if you don’t let me bend you over the arm of this couch, it would be so cruel” he pleads with you.

“As soon as we get home I’m all yours.” you wrap your arms around his neck and his circle around your waist.

“You better be. Gimme a kiss” he puckers his lips and you give him a few kisses.

“Let’s go, don’t want to be late” you smooth your hands over the lapels of his jacket. You give him one last kiss on the cheek and you pull away from him. You grab your jacket from it’s hook by the door and the two of you make your way out to dinner.

The dinner goes the way it always does. You sitting next to Harry, not talking much while he talks to everyone else about his upcoming projects. The dinner surprisingly goes by faster than usual. You and Harry having your own little conversations away from everyone else at the table helped when it came to passing the time. You were impressed at how Harry was able to contain all of the pent up sexual frustration from the day. Well, you were impressed at first.

Now to add onto his sexual frustration, you were starting to frustrate Harry. While everyone was ordering desert, Harry decided to settle on a cup of tea. This opened up a big can of worms that you were going to have to pay for.

“How do you deal with an old man like him?” One of his colleagues jokes, directing the question at you. You thought it was the perfect Opportunity tease Harry a little, and get in on the conversation.

“Well, I wouldn’t say it’s that hard dealing with old man styles over here” you begin turning towards him with a smirk across your face. You look over at him and you see an unamused expression spread across his face. “Aww, is my old man mad” you laugh and you lean over to kiss the corner of his mouth, but he pulls away from you. Causing you and the entire table to erupt with laughter.

“You’re a grumpy old guy” You turn your attention from the conversation over to Harry who’s sitting quietly next to you.

“You wanna say that again?” He grits through his teeth, planting a firm grip onto your exposed thigh under the table.

“Say what, that you’re a grumpy old man” you continue to tease, deciding to let Harry see how it felt.

“Are you sure you want to do this? Because I suggest that you watch your mouth” he leans closer to your face. You roll your eyes at him and you see his eyes darken. Not only was he rock hard from the entire day, but he was also irritated by you. It wasn’t what you said that frustrated him, it was the fact that you weren’t listening to him at all.

“I’m not a little girl, and you can’t tell me what to do” you decide to stand your ground.

“Your mine, and I’d shut up if I were you, you’re already in hot water.” Harry growls lowly at you.

“Make me” and that’s what completely threw Harry over the edge. He takes a deep breath and he leans over to you, his breath fanning over your skin.

“I want you to go into the bathroom and wait for me. Right now.” You freeze in place and you realize that you were in some trouble. You excuse yourself from the table and you do as Harry told you. You wait for about five minuets, which seems like forever when you are awaiting a punishment. Harry bursts through the door and locks it behind him. He strolls over to you and traps your body between his and the counter behind you.

“Y’think you could just talk t’me like that and not get punished?” He asks you, gripping onto your chin go look at him. You shake your head no through his grip. “Use your words” he says sharply.

“No” you whisper through your shaky breath.

“Get on your knees” he instructs. You follow his orders and you kneel in front of him. He begins to undo his pants. He pushes his pants down his legs and his cock springs to life. It looks like he could just burst. His cock was an angry reddish purple color. You could see a bead of precum coming from his engorged head. He grips his cock and he jerks himself a few times before pulling your head back. He lines his cock up with your mouth and he maintains eye contact with you. Keeping his eyes on you, he pushes his cock past your lips.

“Fuck” he growls down at you. He gains a firm grip onto the back of your head and he wastes no time in thrusting into your mouth. You feel his cock going all the way down your throat. The head of him going so deep that you gag around him. “Old man? Couldn’t fuck this pretty mouth if it was baby” he pants, continuing to thrust into you. Your hand moves up to his thigh, squeezing him so that you could stay in place. All you could hear were the wet sounds of Harrys cock pistoning into your mouth and the pants leaving his mouth. You swallow around him, causing your throat to tighten up, resulting in you squeezing his cock. “M’gonna cum” Harry growls, continuing to thrust into your mouth. You move your hand from his thigh to his balls and go squeeze them in your hand. All of a sudden, Harry presses your head into him, stilling his hips, feeling his release coming. Then you feel spurts if his cum pouring into your mouth. He shoots rope after rope of his cum down your throat, finally getting the release he’d been in need of all day. He catches his breath and pulls out of your mouth. He looks down at your kneeling figure and a big smirk spreads across his face when he sees your smeared lipstick and watery eyes. He tucks himself back onto his pants and fixes his appearance in the mirror above you.

“Maybe that’ll make you think twice before talking back” he whispers, looking into your watery eyes. He notices a drop of his cum gathering in the corner of your mouth, and he swipes his thumb across the area, collecting it onto his finger. You part your lips for him, but he pushes it past his own instead. Your face falls, causing him to chuckle at your reaction before opening the door. “Don’t take too long in here” he says walking out of the bathroom as if nothing ever happened, leaving you alone on your knees on the floor.

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A/N: if my boss asks, i did not spend my afternoon at work writing this filthy smut... but anyway, enjoy!!😏

WORD COUNT: 3.5k

WARNING: sexual content

SUMMARY: Harry gets a little too possessive when he sees your nipples peeking through your shirt.

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Harry is trying to focus on the conversation he is currently in, but he keeps finding himself eyeing you from across the bar. You’re perched up on a stool at the bar, talking to a friend from your group and Harry can’t take his eyes off of you. You’re glowing, a bright smile stretched across your face, your skin looks soft and he knows you smell amazing, because you had a shower before the two of you left the house a few hours ago and he could smell your favorite body wash lingering around you as you got dressed. 

 The skirt you’re wearing is daring some flesh, slipping up on your delicious looking thighs and his lips tingle from the urge to kiss them up until your pretty cunt that’s hidden from his sight right now.

He always finds himself so horny for you, no matter what you do. It doesn’t even have to be sexual, like when he got hard seeing you on the phone with your sister. He said it was because of how you were flipping your hair around, it looked hot so that’s why he demanded you to end the call and let him fuck you on the dining table. 

Tonight however he knows why he is so hot and bothered by you. Eyeing your chest he has noticed that your nipples are peeking through your shirt. He knows for a fact you’re wearing a cotton bra underneath, but it has no padding or wires, that’s why it’s your favorite.

“It’s comfortable, I barely even notice I’m wearing it,” you told him once when he watched you get dressed from the bed.

He understands how uncomfortable a regular bra could be, so he’s happy you found something you like, but now he is experiencing the downside of it. Without the padding your nipples are making an appearance and they are very much demanding attention.

At first he just had his regular dirty thoughts about them, fantasizing about sucking and biting them just the way you like it, but then it hit him in the head that if he is able to see them, so is everyone else. 

And he doesn’t like that thought at all. 

It’s Friday night, the bar is pretty packed and there are several males around to ogle at your breasts and see your hard nipples. He has spent the past thirty minutes trying to control his jealousy and possessiveness, but when he catches a guy actually staring at your body, he just snaps.

Excusing himself from the little group he heads over to you just when your conversation partner departs to the restroom. As he approaches you he places his hand to the counter next to you, his arm now just at the right level to cover your chest.

“Hey babe,” you smile up at him, oblivious to the fire that’s burning inside him.

“Can you cover up, please? Did you bring a jacket or something?” he clears his throat, looking around. 

“What? A jacket? I’m not cold,” you say, not quite sure why he is asking.

“I wouldn’t be that sure about that,” he grits through his teeth. “I’ll just get you a hoodie or something.”

“But I don’t need one, if anything, I feel hot,” you say, fanning yourself with your hands. The motion makes your breasts jiggle a tad bit and Harry is seeing red at this point. Grabbing your wrists he crosses your arms over your chest to cover you urgently. “Harry, what the–”

“Babe, just… don’t.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Your nipples are like bursting through your shirt,” he states and you look down, seeing them obviously making an appearance, but it doesn’t really phase you.

“And? Everyone has them.”

“But yours are like… way too obvious.”

“Too obvious?” you chuckle in disbelief. “No one said that about them, that’s for sure,” you huff, almost hurt at his comment. “I don’t think anyone cares about them, H.”

“I do,” he snaps. “I fucking do and… Okay, I admit, it’s making me fucking horny. There, is that what you wanted to hear?”

He stares down at you with such intensity, it makes you clench your thighs, because you see the raw passion and lust in them and you’re never immune to this version of Harry. The one that’s so obsessed with you, so possessive and animalistic, that the rest of the world just stops existing and it’s just you and him. 

“My nipples are making you hard, H? Is that what’s happening?” you ask in a low tone and leaning closer you press a kiss underneath his jawline, feeling the vibrance of the grunt that bubbles from his throat at the touch of your lips.

“Yes. And I don’t want anyone else to have the same thoughts.”

“You can’t control thoughts, Harry. But you know you’re the only one who gets to actually touch them, play with them… suck on them…” You trail your hands up his hard chest until they reach the back of his neck and head, your fingers lacing through his chocolate curls.

“Another word, Y/N, and I’m gonna throw you over this bar and fuck your tits first, then your tight little cunt. Don’t play with me,” he warns, but it makes you anything but scared. Your underwear is already drenched, pussy throbbing at the thoughts he just planted into your head. 

Smiling to yourself you brush your lips against his and blink at him bashfully.

“I’m not opposed to leaving early,” you let him know. 

“Ten minutes. Make your rounds saying goodbye, I’m calling a car.”

It’s obvious for everyone why you’re leaving, mostly from the way Harry uses you to cover his bulge as he waves around the group in a rush, like his pants are on fire. The ride back home is like torture, especially because you’re teasing him, working him up even more, your hand moving further up his thigh as you get closer to your home and you even brush it over his bulge, to which he answers with a grunt, his own fingers digging into your hip as a warning, but you love playing with fire.

He is practically sprinting up to the front door, pulling you after him and once the door is shut closed, he pushes you against it, the bulge you’ve been eyeing now pressing into your thigh. 

“I can tell you really enjoyed teasing me tonight,” he growls into your ear, his hands making their way to your breasts quite fast. He kneads them, squeezes them hard and then takes your niples between his thumb and index finger. “I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do now, listen carefully,” he says, his fingers tugging on your nipples and you’re already whimpering like a baby from the stimulation. “I’m gonna suck on your nipples so hard, you’ll beg me to stop, and then I’m gonna fuck you and cover them in cum. And you’re gonna love every moment of it, do you understand?”

You hear his words, you understand them, but you can’t form an answer because he is still pinching your nipples and he is buckling his hips too, rubbing his clothed cock against you, burning every coherent thought you might have. 

“I asked you a question, Y/N. I’m expecting an answer,” he pushes his hips even tighter against you, his teeth grazing the line of your jaw. “Do you understand, Y/N?”

“I do! Yes! Please!” you gasp, wiggling underneath him, eager to take it further already.

“Good.”

He steps back, his pupils so dark, you can’t even see the sweet green of his irises. His gaze travels down and up your body with such hunger, you can feel it stroking your heated skin. 

“Now take your clothes off,” he orders and you obey without a second thought. 

You rip off your shirt and skirt, throwing them to the side before unhooking your bra, that was originally the source of this whole situation. It ends up on the floor too and then you slip out of your panties, leaving you fully naked.

“Look at you,” he hums, taking his sweet time eyeing you up now that nothing is covering the body he’s been fantasizing about all evening. “Are you wet already, baby? See it for me, swipe two fingers over yourself and let me see how wet you are.”

WIth a shaky breath you reach between your legs and gather your arousal with two of your fingers and then hold them up, showing him how they are covered in your juices. Harry steps closer and wraps his hand around your wrist, brings your hand closer to his face and you’re holding your breath, aching to feel the warmth of his mouth around your digits as he sucks them off, but just when he is about to wrap his lips around them, he changes his mind.

He guides your hand to your right breast and smears your wetness over your nipple before doing the same with the other one, then he quickly sucks your fingers clean and then he takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking on it so hard, you can’t hold your moans back. 

He pushes your breasts up to give himself better access, sucking and licking on it with no mercy and then you feel him bite onto the bud, a sharb, but exciting pain shooting through your chest and he looks at you as he tugs on it before letting it go, admiring how your skin is glistening with his saliva.

“You love that? Love the pain, baby?” he murmurs, brushing his nose against the side of your neck as you’re trying to catch your breath.

“Yeah,” you hum.

He kisses the soft skin under your jaw before he turns his attention to your other nipple, assaulting it the same way, biting, tugging and sucking relentlessly, his name falling from your lips over and over again, your back arching to push closer to him while you grab his hair and pull on the locks whenever the pain intensifies. 

You’re seeing stars and he hasn’t even touched your pussy yet.

He doesn’t stop, keeps switching between your nipples, pinching the one that’s not covered by his mouth with his fingers and he keeps his word. You can feel your nipples getting swollen, bruised and incredibly sensitive, but even when you start whining and pulling back out of instinct, he just wraps his arms around you and brings you back, locking you in his hold.

“Harry! Please!” you choke out, your eyes tearing up.

“Please what, baby?” he mumbles against your breast.

“No more!” you beg, your head falling back and bumping against the front door, since you still haven’t moved from the exact same spot. 

“You want me to stop, baby? Hmm?”

“Yes!” you nod, tears rolling down your cheeks. 

It’s not that it has reached a physical pain you can’t take, you’re not bleeding, he did no harm to you, but you just want him to fuck you at this point so badly, that everything feels a hundred times more intense and you can’t control your emotions.

“Okay baby,” he hums and kisses your tears off your cheeks before pressing his lips against yours. You can taste your tasty tears on his tongue and you gladly let it explore your mouth, your sensitive nipples pressing against his hard chest as he cradles you in his arms, grabbing the back of your thighs to lift you up and carry you into the living room. He is still dressed while you melt against him fully naked, the fabric of his clothes bothering you a lot more than usually.

“Off, please,” you tug on his shirt and after he carefully places you down to the couch, he undresses himself too. His shirt comes off first, then the pants and at last, his underwear, his cock finally springing free from the restraints of his boxer briefs.

“What did I say, what comes after I’ve sucked on these beautiful npples?” he asks, brushing his fingers gently over your buds, his touch registering more intensely from his assault on them earlier.

“You said you’d fuck me and cover my nipples in your cum,” you recall his words and he smirks at you, pleased that you rememberred.

“That’s right, baby. Though you were a tease tonight, you’ve been such a good girl for me since we got home, so you can decide how you want me to fuck you.”

Normally, you love a good doggy, or maybe being on top and in charge, but tonight you want him close and you want to be able to kiss him, so you open your legs and reaching up you pull him on top of you, finding his mouth in a passionate kiss.

He settles between your thighs, his hips pressing against yours and therefore his erection is squished against your lower tummy, smearing some of his precum over your skin. He kisses down your neck and collarbones until he reaches your breasts, a devious smirk on his lips as he returns to your nipples. You bite your tongue and let him suck on them, knowing well he is trying to push you to your limit again and you want to be strong and take what he gives you. But your already soft skin is now so sore from all the impact it has gotten, it doesn’t take long until you're whimpering again.

“Harry!” you pull him up and force him to kiss your lips instead. 

“You had enough? Can’t take any more?” he asks between kisses, grinding his hips against yours, his cock slipping and sliding between your wet folds.

“Can’t, please!”

“You asked so nicely,” he hums in appreciation. He captures your lips again and reaching down between your bodies his finger finds your throbbing, needy clit and he starts teasing you, working you up even more even though you’re more than ready to take him already.

He keeps drawing circles on your clit and then starts moving his hips, his cock slipping back and forth between your folds, growing you more and more impatient with each passing stroke. Right when you’re about to lose the last bit of your patience, he grabs the base of his cock and lines him up with your hole before slamming into you fast and hard, giving you no time to adjust. Not that you’d have needed much, you’ve gotten so wet, your walls welcome him warm and tight, just how he loves it.

“I love your tight pussy, Y/N. It’s so perfect for me,” he grunts as he fucks into you, his hips slamming against yours in a fast rhythm. “But I didn’t like that others might have thought about fucking you tonight.” Jealousy is dripping from his words and you know already he is going to punish you for dismissing his request to cover up.

With the rough start, your orgasm is already building up nicely, so you grunt in disappointment when he pushes himself up from missionary, he stops his thrusts and sits on his knees, his cock slipping out from you as you remain lying on the couch in front of him, legs wide open, your chest heaving wildly.

“Harry, please!” you whine, trying to wiggle closer so you could feel him between your legs again, but he has other plans.

“So needy, huh? You don’t like it when you don’t have your ways,” he observes, but you don’t miss the smirk that’s curling the corners of his mouth upwards. “Don’t you think that’s how I felt when you didn’t cover up after I asked you?”

“That’s different!” you protest, your core throbbing for him. 

“No, it’s not. I asked you to cover up, you didn’t do it. Now you’re begging me to fuck you, but I’m denying it from you. Seems pretty similar to me,” he shrugs, playing with your nerves at this point, but you try your best to control yourself. “Look at this pretty cunt,” he hums and he pushes one hand against your thigh to keep you wide open while he moves his other hand to your pussy and runs his fingers up and then down in a slow, lazy manner. He is testing how long you can take the teasing, the soft touches when you need him to just fuck you already.

“Harry,” you whine, when he gently pushes one digit inside you, but it’s nowhere near enough, not after you’ve had his cock inside you. 

“What? Is it not what you need? Mm?”

“No!” you cry out.

“Should I return to sucking your nipples?” he grins wider at you, enjoying having you at his mercy.

“Please fuck me already!”

“But I want to have your tits in my mouth. Suck them when you cum on my cock.”

“I’ll be on top, just please! I need you inside me!” you beg, giving up every ounce of self control you’ve had.

“That’s my girl, always giving me what I want,” he nods, squeezing your hips before sitting back on the couch.

You’re fast to get up from your lying position and straddle his hips, ready to do pretty much anything at this point just to have his cock inside you. That pleased smirk that adorns his face is almost too annoying as you grab the base of his cock and ease down on it, finally filling you up, but you couldn’t care less about letting him have his ways with you when you also get what you want. It’s a win-win.

You feel his hands on your back as he brings you closer to his face so his mouth can return to your nipples that are starting to get numb at this point, all while you ride him happily, squeezing your walls around his dick, making him growl against your chest from the sensation. You roll and grind and bounce, do everything you can just to keep building your orgasm that’s so close, you can feel it in your tummy, you just need to fall over the edge.

“Harry! Please, I need…” you gasp out, unable to use full sentences, but Harry knows you and he knows what you need.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he lifts his head from your chest and locks you in his embrace so he can easily turn you over and get on top of you, like you wanted it in the beginning. You hug his waist with your legs as he pounds into you, fast and hard, you keep moving up on the couch from the force of his thrusts and this is exactly what you needed to finally reach your climax.

You come hard and loud, your moans fill the living room, you claw at his back, leaving red marks from his broad shoulders down to his waist. Harry holds his own orgasm back, letting you ride out your high to the fullest, just so then he can keep the last thing he told you he would do to you.

“Stay like this, baby,” he tells you, pulling out of you, his knees on either side of you as he moves a bit further up on your body. He wraps his hand around his glistening cock that’s aching for the relief you just got to experience. Harry pumps himself for a few more seconds and you want him to come just as hard as you did, so you reach up and massage his balls, hoping it would give him that one last push.

“Fuck! Ah!” he growls, his hot cum squirting onto your breasts, covering your sensitive nipples just like he promised. You stare up at him, watch as his chest rises and falls in a rapid rhythm, his softening cock in his hand while he admires your chest covered with his semen.

To put the cherry on top, you reach up and smear his cum even more over your nipples, playing with how slippery and sticky it is at the same time. Harry moves back so he is not weighing onto your abdomen, but his eyes remain locked on your movements. 

“Is this what you imagined?” you coo, licking your fingers clean.

“Absolutely,” he nods before kissing your lips shortly. 

“So am I forgiven?” you smile at him bashfully. Harry chuckles, nodding.

“Sorry, I got a bit too possessive.”

“It’s alright, I like it when you’re like this.”

“Mm, I bet,” he smirks. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?”

You shower together and Harry gets every chance to take care of you, he keeps kissing you wherever he can, telling you how much he loves you every possible chance he has. When you’re in bed, he walks over your vanity and grabs your lotion before joining you on the mattress.

“Are they sore?” he softly asks, brushing his thumb over one of your nipples, the roughness is now gone, he is more like concerned now.

“Kind of. But it’s alright,” you smile at him lazily. He squirts some lotion onto his fingers and then gently rubs it into the sensitive skin. When he’s done, he puts the lotion to the night stand and leaning closer he presses a kiss to your sternum before making himself comfortable and pulling you into his embrace. 

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