Blurred Lines: A Different Christmas // H.s.

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It was fun and funny at first, a glimpse of the honeymoon phase you two never got to experience because he was a busy man and you had a career too. Whatever sweet as candy sex-fueled period your relationship should’ve gone through at the beginning was replaced by the deep, heartfelt longing you felt for each other for months on end while you were miles and miles away. It had made you stronger as a couple and you were thankful for it and when you did see each other the sex was… earth-shatteringly good. But even then, you had always wondered what it would’ve been like if you two had had the opportunity to crowd each other’s spaces and take advantage of the closeness normal couple’s get to experience.

You had seen this quarantine as an opportunity - a chance to recreate that and explore each other, in bed and out of it, so you did. 

Any moment both of you had to spare was a chance to get the other naked and by day ten you swore he’d had you on every available surface in the house - the bed, the bedroom floor, the bathroom counter, the kitchen island, the kitchen table, the couch… everywhere and anywhere.

And it never ever got boring - whether you were making love or getting in a proper fuck, it was always filled with laughter and sweat and moans and mind-blowing orgasms you knew he was the only one capable of giving you. Devoted and loving, since the moment you agreed to be his, Harry had made it his mission to know your body just as well as he knew your soul. Every touch and every kiss sent you in reeling and you loved being loved by him but…

But he is a pest. A bored, sex-crazed pest that hasn’t left you alone in however many days the two of you have been holed up in his house, hiding from the world.

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» Harry Talk Tag

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Harry’s night out

Harry and the Quokka

Harry can see you waking up in his t-shirt

Harry doesn’t like waking up alone

Harry’s never one to follow the law

Harry’s a little jealous

Harry the Piping Plover

Harry just wants a taste*

Harry’s mustache needs some work

Harry wants you safe

Harry misses Sprout

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50 Things I’m Convinced Harry Styles Does: A List

50 Things I’m Convinced Harry Styles Does (in bed): A Fluffy List

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50 Things I’m Convinced Harry Styles Does as a New Dad: A List

» Drabble Challenge

“I don’t want you to stop.”*

“Stop being so cute.”

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“How drunk was I?”* (3k+)

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Some Like it Hot* (5k+)

Make It Like Your Birthday Every Day* (3k+)

Love You Most* (5k+)

Ruin You* (7k+)

Nine Months* (17k+)

» Miniseries

She’s Just Not That Into You  »  complete ✓

Part I

Part II

Part III*

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Badboy harry dropping barista off at work on his bike with a little 💋💋💋

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the multiple requests….yall trying to kill me…….

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“Oh my god, I’m never doing that again.”

Harry laughs as he turns off his motorcycle and climbs off, taking off his helmet and shaking out his hair. “Was it that bad, baby?”

“It was terrifying!” You don’t get off the bike yet.  Instead, you press your hand to your heaving chest, and try to steady your breathing. “Never again.”

“You just have to get used to it.” Harry chuckles as he sets his helmet on his bike. “C’mere, let me help you with the helmet.”

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Ok now you need to write something about anal cockwarming. You brought this upon yourself

I did… didn’t I?

It’s an unusual position…

… really unusual.

She’s sprawled out on her front upon the mattress of the hotel bed, with her arms folded and acting as a pillow for her pillowy cheek to rest upon, dressed in nothing but a loose shirt that she’d taken from his tour merchandise the previous night. Her knickers having been long forgotten after he’d ripped them from her hips in a haste to have his face between her thighs so he could sleep and dream of how she tasted. And, instead of being sprawled out beside her and occupying the rest of the mattress and using up his own space, he’s sprawled out on top of her. Naked and completely exposed. Cheek pressed against her shoulder, arms wrapped around her middle, his thighs resting upon the backs of hers with his toes nudged into the soles of her bare feet. His nails scratching up the soft flesh she walked upon.

She’s already awake when he rouses from his deep slumber; having been rudely poked awake from the heated and hardening shaft of his cock that had laid perfectly where the backs of her thighs met. A soft giggle escaping his throat, muffled by the t-shirt on her back, when he felt her squirm beneath him. 

“You’re a lump,” she grumbles against her forearm, ignoring the feeling of his nose pushing her hair from her neck, “you’re heavy. Wouldn’t be surprised if you squish the baby, as well as me, under all this hefty weight.”

“Shu’up,” he hums in amusement, moving his legs and resting his knees against the soft sheet of the mattress, “m’not that heavy, love. I probably would’ve suffocated you by now.”

She rolls her eyes as he begins peppering kisses to the nape of her neck.

“We need to get up soon, you know? Or else we’ll have Jeffrey banging on our door, using the spare key from the reception, demanding we get up. He’ll get a nice view of your bare, peachy bum if he pulls away the duvet,” she giggles, scoffing at the raspberry that he blew against her neck, “you’re a child. How on earth are you going to be a daddy at the end of this year?”

“I’m already a daddy,” he whispers deeply into the back of her ear, nibbling on her earlobe as she groans and turns away from him, “you call me daddy, baby girl.”

“That was once,” she cries out in annoyance, “I don’t call you daddy. I call you a fucking idiot.”

He cackles loudly before he falls silent again. Seeing the corner of her lips quirk as she tried to hide the smile that fought to be visible. He lifted his head and switched sides, his face being a few short centimetres away from hers as he began peppering kisses against her cheek.

“’member when-”

“I remember calling you daddy, yes.”

“That wasn’t what I was going to say,” he snorts against her cheek. His morning breath flushing over her lips, wafting through her nose, and for the first time, her stomach stayed away from churning. Because she rather enjoying the position they were in and she didn’t want to ruin it. “I was going to say, do you remember when we tried cockwarming?”

She clenches at the thought; how could she forget?

Having his cock thrusting into her was one thing… but having him resting into her, with no sexual advance to it, was another. 

“Of course. Are you too lazy to sort this boner out?”

He hums in confirmation and nods against her cheek.

“Can we try it up the rear end?”

She chokes on her laugh as he pulls away, leaning all of his weight on one leg, on one side of his body, as he slipped a hand between their bodies. Fingers brushing over her backside as he wrapped his hand around his shaft and gave himself a few jerks. 

“S’gon’a hurt though. Didn’t bring any lube.”

“Why do we need lube when I’m leaking pre-cum like the broken shower faucet in out Switzerland hotel?” He smirks, nudging his thumb over his tip and collecting the dribbles of pre-ejaculate, clear and sticky, that dribbled from the pulsating and throbbing tip. “Surprised you can’t feel the puddle sitting on your bum.”

She snorts into the pillow before she mumbled a gentle ‘okay’ to him. His bottom lip situating between his teeth as he chewed on his flesh, squeezing his cock and jerking himself before he lined himself up with the puckered hole between her pillowy cheeks. Pushing slowly into her, hearing her whimper and cling to her pillow, hearing her toes crack from curling up.

“No sex or anythin’, okay? M’too tired fo’ that. Just absolutely love warmin’ my cock up in yeh.” xx

cuore mio

from the series theadora.

for anon. smut. oral (f receiving), spitting, daddy kink, public sex.

"They're– Harry," she pushes his head away, and Harry lets out a groan, lips still puckered and wet from his kisses. "They're there..."

He looks up at the crowd in question.

Everyone's either drunk or too hot to care about anything around them. They're either singing, reading, or just taking a nap. He bites his bottom lip, looks around the small deck area they're on, and spots her beach towel she's been using as a pillow as she sunbathed before Harry interrupting her.

She watches him yank the towel away from where it's been sitting, and he opens it.

"What are you doing?" She laughs, eyes darting between the towel and Harry's boney fingers as he places it over their laps. "We look suspicious as fuck."

"They don't care," he murmurs into her neck, grabbing her by the side of it to move her closer to his face.

His kisses are slow, practiced, and wet. He smells of the beach, and the sunscreen she'd put on him a few hours ago.

And a bit of sweat.

She grabs him by the back of his neck, suddenly feeling too brave, and he opens his mouth, tongue finding hers as he sucks it into his own mouth. He smiles into the wet kiss, smiles at the noises she's making, knowing full-well he's got her under his spell.

Harry moves to her chin, then the side of her chin, her neck, then back up. He kisses her cheek with open-mouth kisses, and she giggles, hands grabbing him roughly, pressing him into her.

He lets out a growl when her hand touches his belly, then his cock over the shorts he's wearing. "You're so fuckin' hot," he whispers, forehead pressed against the crook of her neck. "So fuckin' hot."

"You are," she whispers, eyes trying to find his gaze.

He looks feral, eyes darting between each and every feature on her face.

He looks like a man on mission.

His hands say so.

"Yeah?" He bites the side of her neck. Hard. "I'm hot?"

She nods, watching his hand disappear under the towel.

She knows what's coming.

His warm hand cups her pussy over the tiny bikini bottoms she has on, and he lets out a moan, clearly not liking the fact that he has to work with yet another layer.

"Yes," she nods, voice quiet. "You're so hot, H."

"God– fuck," he bites into her shoulder, teeth almost breaking the skin. His fingers work the bikini bottoms and finally, they're pushed to the side, creating access for his long fingers. "You're so fuckin' wet."

She hides her face in the crook of his neck, smelling him, the smell of beach and sweat, and Harry retracts his fingers, quickly bringing them up to his mouth. He looks up at their friends, then back at her, and puts his fingers in his mouth, then moves his hand back under the towel.

She opens her legs wider, as discreetly as she can, and he breathes into her neck while his fingers rubs her pussy. He finds his rhythm quickly, the way she likes it, and she can't help but grab his other hand and place his fingers into her mouth. He rubs her pussy with his middle finger, bringing her slick up and down, and she bites his fingers in hopes of staying quiet.

She feels the coil in her stomach, so deep inside, and when he finds her hole, his palm pressing against her clit every time he pumps his fingers in and out, she feels like something gives up inside her. She feels hot, too hot, and she feels as though she's going to pee if Harry doesn't slow down.

She says as much while he licks the underside of her ear, lips then finding her earlobe and sucking on it as his fingers fucks into her harshly.

"Slower," she manages to whisper into his fingers. She licks them, kisses them, and Harry can't help but nod, hand going to wrap around her neck in a practiced manner.

His thumb strokes the side of her neck while he fucks into her with his long fingers, wet lips kissing and sucking on her warm, probably-sweaty skin.

"I love you," he chokes out, palm still creating friction against her clit. "I love you so much," he whispers, lips finding hers again.

She answers back, with her own kisses, wet mouths creating obscene sounds, and they're lucky Xander has decided to play music very loudly in the distance.

"Harry," a breath leaves her mouth, teeth clinking together, and he nods.

"Oh God," she fights his kisses, feeling too much all at once, and she leans her head back as Harry follows.

It's like he can't get enough of her mouth.

He abuses her lips with his, wet kisses all over her face, her mouth, and she feels his spit running down her chin, so she lets out another moan, hips already bucking up to meet the thrust of his fingers.

She feels it on the tips of her toes, her hands, her stomach.

Her cunt.

Everything feels on fire.

She's on fire.

"Gonna come for me?" Harry asks, voice raspy and low, and he licks the saliva that's running down her chin back into her mouth. He's clearly not looking for a response as he kisses her.

She can't help but nod weakly still, hand pressed against his. Then, she moves it to his upper body, fingers finding his pecks as she strokes the hair on his chest, then holds onto his necklace as he keeps fucking and rubbing her cunt.

"Come on," he nods, hair falling against his sweat-covered forehead. "Gonna come for me? For Daddy?"

"Oh fuck– fuckfuckfuck I'm coming, I'm coming!"

"Yeah, that's it," his abuse on her cunt becomes rough, almost more focused. Feral. He fucks another finger into her pussy as she squeezes around his fingers, and she moves her hips against his palm as she begins coming undone. "That's my girl. That's my good fuckin' girl," he bites her chin, making her lean into the touch. "Doesn't even care that we're in public..."

She feels like she's in a dream, Harry's fingers still deep inside her.

"No..." she moans– whispers more like.

"No," Harry agrees, forehead pressing in the crook of her neck. He licks there once, then leaves a kiss. "She doesn't care. You'll give it to me whenever and wherever we are, won't you, baby?"

"I love you," she nods, feeling cold all of a sudden, despite his fingers being inside her.

She feels him smile against her neck, and he looks up. "I love you. So much."

"Yeah?" She feels the need to ask. Again.

"I love you so, so fuckin' much," he kisses her cheek, his free hand wiping the saliva off her chin, and cheeks. "You're my heart."

"I am?"

"You are. You are everything."

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.

Long Island (11/28) - Kiwi

Harry leaving the stage in Long Island, Nov. 28

Masterlist

Imagines 

The one where Harry’s in love with you but you’re clueless and dating someone else Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

The one where you just wanted a fling but Harry wanted to take it slow Part 1 Part 2 

The one where you need comfort and Harry just loves you 

College Harry Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

I love you too & I love you too II

Best friend’s brother Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

From The Dinning Table Part 1 Part 2

Moving in Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 +1 Part 13 +1 

Stop at Abbey Road 

Frat boy Harry smut

Haze 

Bad Kisser 

Flirt 

The Girl, the Miss, the Mrs Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Ohana Part 1 Part 2

Lawyer Harry Part 1 Part 2

Doctor Harry 

 Principio 

 Principio II

 Grito por dentro 

Dulce introducción al caos

Golfa

Cerca del suelo

Hoy te la meto hasta las orejas 

Primer movimiento: El sueño

Rojitas las orejas 

Corto

El sitio de mi recreo

 So Payaso

El Pájaro Azul

Salir

Moody Blue

La vereda de la puerta de atrás

Segundo movimiento: Lo de fuera

 Pequeño rocanrol endémico

 Yo me quedo contigo aquí

Buscando una Luna 

Si te vas 

Ocean Eyes

Locura Transitoria 

Un suspiro acompasado 

Pierdo verticalidad

Cuando no me ves 

Sweet Creature

Tercer movimiento: Lo de dentro 

Cuarto movimiento: La realidad

T la sudo

Spanish Eyes

The End Of The Road

   Doctor Harry blurbs: 

Single:

A hard day’s night 

Parents: 

Bad mom 

First belly

Scared

Prompts 

Prompt List 

Prompts 1&18 #I can’t stand your silence #Give me a chance

Prompt 2 I thought we were family

Prompt 5 Just because I’m mad doesn’t mean I don’t love you 

Prompts 6&19 Let me look at you & Just don’t shut me out, okay?

Prompts 15&33 You have no idea what you do to me & God you make me mad

Prompt 24 We’d make such cute babies 

Prompt 27 I would but I can’t feel my legs