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Sunday Smut Concept #24

A/N: Just a hot lil somethin’ somethin’ I even threw in an extra inspo or two. And it’s very detailed…Enjoy🙃

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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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Drive Me Wild

- where Harry has a problem expressing emotions, and Y/n talks too much

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A/N: mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, indications of depression, and a very mild form of smut (if we can really call it that)

Song mentioned: Invisible String by Taylor Swift 

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December 23, 2016

“Do you even have feelings for me?”

Celeste was sitting across the booth at their local diner, a half-empty mug of hot chocolate left stale at the table top, her eyes wet and cold just like the December she’d been trying so desperately to feel warm in.

Harry had his hands held together in front of him, his eyes void and stare blank as his mind played back to all the times he’d given his all to her. Sure, he didn’t always do it with a smile on his face or with lovestruck eyes, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t happy.

And how could she not see it? How could she not feel it? He didn’t even bother spending his time with anybody else because he didn’t like anybody else. She was his only company, his only kiss, his only friend.

How was that not enough?

“What would make you think that I don’t?”

She laughed, right in his face, like it wasn’t enough to tear him apart.

“You’re kidding me, right?” She looked serious then, her face fallen and lips frowned. He felt stupid because he must have done something he couldn’t remember, or something to blindly hurt her feelings, yet he had no idea what it was. They were doing so good. “Do you even know how you look at me? Like I’m not even here. Like I’m boring you half to death. I can’t even tell what you’re feeling right now.”

Broken, sad, confused. He wanted to tell her that — he really did — but what would it have mattered? He’d still have that same meaningless stare and that same emptiness that had brought them to that very moment. She wouldn’t believe him even if she wanted to.

And it shouldn’t have broken him as much as it did, considering they weren’t even dating — just testing the waters, feeling each other out, wondering if their dreams could ever belong in their reality — but it hurt him just the same. She was the closest thing to a girlfriend Harry ever had, after all.

“Talking to you is like — it’s like talking to a wall. You’re just… there.”

She stopped to look at him more intentionally then — maybe she had missed something all along. Maybe, there was something he did to show the smallest of his emotions, like a shift in his eye, a pitch in his breath, a quiver of his lip.

But just like every other time, there was nothing. He was incurably empty.

“I think you’ve laughed at something I’ve said maybe, five times?” She let out a breathy chuckle because the tension was so thick she could hardly keep herself together, and she was so nervous, and he was so unpredictable. “And then you have this way with your words where, like you say certain things to beat around the bush about how you truly feel about me, and then it makes me wonder if it’s because you don’t even feel that way at all.”

He wanted to argue with her so bad. He wanted so badly to prove to her how wrong she was but how could he have, when she was so right?

Nobody had ever taught him how to do that — the relationships, the emotions, the vulnerability that came with being human. He couldn’t even recall a single time his parents had laughed at something he had said — couldn’t recall his parents ever having friends over, having date nights, even smiling at one another.

And to make matters worse, he was an only child. He was constantly around the voidance of his parents, the empty conversations, the pit of silences — really, that was all he had ever known. And later, that was what he grew into.

And if he could have changed it, he would have. But how does one go from keeping it all inside, to letting it all out?

He’s tried it all — emptying bottles of wine, smoking down blunts, shoving pills down his throat — and still couldn’t he laugh alongside himself, smile at memories that haven’t let him go, pour his heart out to strangers.

That wasn’t him. That wasn’t who he was supposed to be, no matter how hard he tried to be that person for her.

But again, why wasn’t that enough?

“But I’m here, aren’t I?”

Celeste looked at him like it was the last time she was ever going to. And he knew.

“I don’t think you want to be.”

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VALERIE - Part I. (Harry Styles)

I am BEYOND excited to show you this story!! i was so keen on writing a good ol’ enemies to lovers story and then this idea came to me out of nowhere and got me chained to my laptop once again, lol. i really hope you’ll enjoy it as much as i loved writing it!! as always, feedback is very much appreciated!

word count: 4k

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The pink balloons keep bumping into everything on your way down the hallway, they even snake around some random dude’s neck and you almost choke the poor guy in your rush. You keep mumbling your sorry every time they hit someone in the head, but you’re not even paying that much attention. Your top priority now is to find the room you are looking for.

You almost miss it, so as you stop so suddenly you slide on the checkered floor before you step back and finally see your sister in the room, holding her little angel in her arms, Steven standing at the end of the bed, the proudest smile on his face you’ve ever seen.

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REVERIEHS RESTAURANT - THE FIC REC

The menus are simply the my Fic Rec lists. They are in random order but organized by author and with emojis categorizing the stories like a restaurant menu. Enjoy it and reblog to promote these amazing stories :)

NAVIGATION | THE CHEFS | THE CUISINE | THE MENUS | THE KITCHEN

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

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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?”

The Nearness of You - A Harry Styles One Shot

A friends to lovers one shot feat. birthdays, pining and stolen purses.

Hello, please enjoy this fever dream fic that came to me a week ago and is now somehow 13.5k and gracing your eyeballs. I’ve never written a one-shot of this nature before and it was quite a refreshing distraction from my usual, long-form fics. Thank you to Anne @oh-honey-styles​ for the encouragement (bullying) and for posting the pic that inspired it all. To everyone else, read on x katey *Because this is quite lengthy, I’d recommend opening in a browser because the Tumblr app can be glitchy*

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“When you’re in my arms And I feel you so close to me All my wildest dreams came true” The Nearness of You, Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong

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You love the cold.

London in February isn’t everybody’s cup of tea, but you feel positively giddy walking down the icy Soho street in your new & Other Stories snow boots. The hard, black leather is already making your toes ache, and they’re rubbing against the heel of your left foot, but they’ll stretch to size, and you can tell these are going to be Your Signature Boots. The wind whips against your cheeks, red flushing them as you cross the laneway and push open the door to the chic little restaurant you’ve followed on Instagram for years but never had an excuse to try. Figures Harry chose it for tonight. Sometimes you wondered if the coincidences were a little too … Coincidental.

“Hi,” you smile brightly to the maître d’, “I’m uh … I’m here for the birthday? For Harry?”

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