Harry Leaving The Stage In Long Island, Nov. 28

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model!y/n has a new nightgown that ceo!Harry really likes

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“I know, baby,” Y/N cooed as she carried a whiny three year old Riley on her hip. He wore pajamas and was crying for milk. She got the gallon out of the fridge and poured some into a pot.

She had walked passed Harry in the hallway and immediately caught his attention.

“Daddy, come on,” Mila whined, tugging at his hand. They were on their way to the laundry room to look for Mila’s new favorite socks (they were pink, soft, and sparkly), a gift from her Uncle Ian.

“I’m coming,” he hummed, allowing her to pull him away.

They found the socks in the dryer, and Harry sat her on the machine to help her into the socks (she’s perfectly capable but he loves to baby her). “Sit for a moment, let’s take these clothes out of the dryer,” Harry grabbed the hamper and started to put the clothes inside. “Alright, on daddy’s back,” Harry turned around and crouched a bit. She jumped onto his back. “Hold on tight,” he told her, since he was carrying a full hamper.

After Harry and Mila folded all of the laundry together (she didn’t want him to leave just yet so they made a deal), Mila was asleep and Harry went on to find his wife. He couldn’t get the image of her body in that long, silk, lilac nightgown out of his head. It was clear she didn’t have anything on underneath, and the picture of her breasts in the silk alone was enough to make him needy. He had never seen that nightgown before, and was wondering when she bought it and from where, so he can purchase more).

When he got to their bedroom however, she was laying on her side, arm perching her head up as she watched Riley drinking his milk from his sippy cup. Harry’s entrance caught Riley’s attention, but he soon turned back to Y/N while drinking his milk.

“Jake’s still asleep?” Harry asked.

Y/N nodded.

“I’m gonna shower real quick,” Harry said.

“Okay.”

Y/N was rubbing lotion over her neck and arms when Harry got back, and Riley was no longer in their bed.

“Put him in his crib?”

“Finally got him to sleep, yeah,” she hummed.

Harry climbed into bed completely naked, fluffing his pillow before laying down with a quiet groan. “Cuddle?” He held his arm out and looked up at her (she sat up against the headboard while he layed down).

She nodded and finished moisturizing her arms before she gladly cuddled into her husbands body. He kissed her head.

“How was your day, baby?” He hummed.

“It was good. Work went by fast. You?”

“Good. Same; think the day went by fast in general.”

“Yeah,” Y/N agreed.

“Mila helped me fold the clothes, so if some look a bit wonky it wasn’t me,” Harry chuckled, his hand slowly traveling down to Y/N’s ass where he proceeded to squeeze and massage.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Y/N smirked as she moved a bit closer to him, resting her hand over his chest. She moaned quietly at one particular squeeze.

“When did you get this nightgown?”

“Julissa bought it for me last week.”

“That was nice of her.”

“Yeah,” Y/N was now clenching part of Harry’s shirt in her fist.

“I really like it. Feels soft too.”

She hummed in response.

“It’s quite long, but...”

She laughed. “I know, right? But it’s comfortable.”

“Well that’s all that matters...can I see the rest of it? Didn’t get a good look when you were carrying Riley.”

“Mhm,” Y/N pulled away, 99% sure the only reason he wanted her to pull away and show him the front of the nightgown was so that he could have access to her breasts.

“It’s nice,” he hummed and nodded before ducking down and placing his parted lips right around her covered nipple.

“H!” She laughed, but he only hummed and sucked again.

His other hand came up, wrapping around the curve of her other breast and giving it a gentle squeeze. He moaned when he did, just at the feeling of it in his hand; of course he had to squeeze again, much harder this time. It made her moan.

Harry moved his mouth from one breast to the other, rubbing the tip of his tongue up and down her covered nipple while his hand squeezed her other breast. Another moan espcaed his lips; he just couldn’t help it.

“You should not get so turned on by this,” Y/N stated despite the warmth she now felt between her thighs.

“I agree, can’t help myself,” he finally pulled away, cheeks pink from how hot he now was. “Let’s see here how we can...” he trailed off, gently grabbing the strap on her shoulder with his index finger and thumb, pulling it down her shoulder.

She bit her lip and instinctively reached out for his head as he moved closer to her bare chest now. Her hand gently guided him by the back of his head, fingers gently scratching at the soft hair at the back of his neck.

Harry’s eyes closed at the same time that he opened his mouth to wrap his soft, pink lips around her nipple. He hummed as he sucked and moved his head from side to side slowly, slowly pulling off and then pressing the flat of his tongue against it, wanting to taste her breast in his mouth in any and every way that he could.

Then Y/N did something that he loved, and that never failed to turn him on. Only she’s ever done it, which excited him even more. Her nails dug into his neck a little, just below his hair. It made him try to fit more of her breast in his mouth, humming a bit while he sucked, because he knows she likes the way that feels. “Like that, baby?” He asked when he pulled away, licking her other nipple before beginning to nibble. “Hm?” His eyes rolled up to see her face as he did.

A shaky moan left her lips, which made him smirk.

“Gonna take that as a yes, beautiful.” He pressed his lips right to her nipple. “Can I make you feel good?”

“Why are you even asking?”

He laughed before he kissed her, and began to push her dress up until it was bunched up around her waist. “You’re right, dunno. I forgot that you’re my property,” he said, waitin for the funny response that he knew was coming.

Y/N snorted. “Mhm, you keep believing that.”

Harry laughed again before he hummed, beginning to press kisses to her neck as his thumb found her clit. “You drive me crazy,” he nosed at her neck a little before biting gently. “Smell so good too.”

“Told you to use my lavendar body wash, but no, apparently, you-“

“Shhhh,” he laughed. “Fuck, you love to argue. Stop that...It’s hot.”

Before she could respond with something snarky, Harry’s sure of it, he pushed both his middle and index finger inside of her at the same time. Therefore, rather than attitude, Harry got a whimper.

“That’s what I thought,” he hummed. “So fucking wet, both of my fingers slipped right in. Greedy little thing, you are,” he groaned as he curled his fingers inside of her before giving her a hickey just on the side of her neck.

She was out of breath and lost in pleasure, but still managed to pat on Harry’s cheek. “Not too much, babe,” she whined breathlessly. “Seeing your mom tomorrow-“ her hips snapped up and she moaned loudly, her hand flying down to Harry’s wrist. He started to thrust his fingers harder and faster, the only sound now being his fingers dipping in and out of her wet pussy.

“You can’t tell me what to do,” he hummed, biting his bottom lip as he watched her. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips were parted a little, her chest was rising and falling quickly, her legs were wide open for him (as he liked them to be), and her hand was squeezing his wrist while he finger fucked her. “Like getting your little cunt fucked with my fingers, huh? So fuckin’ wet, babe, hear that? Hm?”

“Harry,” she moaned. “Just like that, babe, please. I’m so close.”

“Cum on my hand, cum all over my hand, darling. Go ahead, whenever you’re ready,” he leaned down to kiss her lips for a second before pulling away to watch the show.

She gasped when he pushed his fingers as deep as they could go then curled them upward. It’s one of her favorite things for him to do. She grabbed into his bicep with her hand that wasn’t on his wrist, and squeezed. “I’m gonna—H, I’m so close-“

“Yeah?” He cooed. “Can feel your wet little cunt squeezing my fingers, barely lettin’ me move them, baby,” he chuckled.

With a loud “fuck”, Y/N was cumming, riding his fingers as she came.

“Oh my gosh,” she breathed, her eyes falling shut as she gave herself over to the exhaustion.

“Yeah?” Harry was smiling cheekily as he watched. “Good?”

She nodded and reached her arms out for him.

“Aw, I’m here, baby,” he cooed, hugging her close (partly to comfort her, partly because her breasts were still on display and he did want to feel them on his chest). He kissed her head and pulled her tighter.

She held onto him tightly, and moaned quietly when he kissed her. He skillfully licked into her mouth, initiating what turned out to be a very sloppy make out session while he squeezed handfuls of her breasts.

“Are we going to do anything else or not? Because I have to get myself together before one of the kids wake up, you know the boys don’t sleep through the night every night.”

“Do you want to do anything else?” He asked.

“Wanted to return the favor.”

“Well you know you don’t have to,” he pecked her lips. “But it will never be rejected either,” he smirked cheekily.

She laughed quietly, reaching up to pull his face closer so that she could kiss him. “Sit down, stupid.”

Harry gladly sat on his side of the bed. “It’s all yours,” he gestured to his lap.

Y/N decided to keep her dress bunched up at her waist as she crawled towards him, placing her hand on his thigh to balance herself as she kissed him. He moaned at the feeling of pressure on his thigh and leaned his head further down to deepen the kiss. Her free hand wrapped around his length which stood tall and proud, and slowly began to move up and down. She knew Harry loved it when she got to it quickly—he’s eager and hates waiting. Especially for her mouth.

First Y/N smudged a kiss onto the side of his warm, throbbing tip, then another before her lips wrapped around it and sucked. Harry’s entire body twitched when she did so, even though she only sucked for a moment before pulling off with a quiet pop. His hand had flew to her head when she did, so it was still there when she pulled away, gently caressing her hair now.

Y/N hummed as she sucked on his tip again, this time beginning to bob her head; first she only did it on his tip, then she slowly started to get lower and lower each time she went down.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned. He loves when she starts off with just the tip then gets deeper and deeper. She knows how much he loves that. “That feels so good. Fuck,” he groaned when she moved her head faster. Then she pulled her mouth off of him to catch her breath and began to pump him with her hand again.

She moaned gently, “fingering my pussy made you this hard, baby?”

Harry could barely keep his eyes open.

Sure, he’s gotten head from many other women, and he’s gotten it from Y/N too many times to count. But she drives him crazy. Just her hand on his crotch, even over clothes, makes him rock hard. Therefore, when she has her gorgeous, full lips on his bare, hard dick—he’s a lost cause. Not to mention when she licks up his length like she’s trying to catch dripping ice cream off an ice cream cone. As she started to do while Harry was laying there panting.

He moaned, his toes curling and his poor bottom lip being bitten harshly. He reached forward and snuck his hand underneath her, his fingers gently brushing over her nipples.

“Oh, I should have known,” the sound of her voice made him look at her; she was licking her lips. “Those are what made you this hard.”

All he could do was nod.

Y/N’s hand was moving quickly, up and down his length as she left soft kisses on his balls, eventually sucking them one by one.

“Yes,” he moaned, slowly sucking in a deep breath. “Just like that, baby, right in your mouth, tha’s right,” he held her hair tightly now, but didn’t guide her head any which way because she was already doing everything he wanted her to do.

“Can’t believe I can fit all of this down my throat; you’re so big, H,” she moaned.

“Show me how you do that.”

She smirked at his word and desperation, trying not to laugh at his slick way of asking her to take him back into her mouth. She gladly did so, lowering her head until she had his full length in her mouth. She choked a bit but quickly began to suck and bob her head. A raspy moan sounded from Harry; those were her favorite kinds of moans of his. Aside from when he flat out groans loudly without a care in the world. That really turns her on.

“Youre so fucking good,” she heard as she was bobbing her head. She moaned in response, and the vibrations of her moan made him moan, and made his hand in her hair tighten. “So fucking good, babe, you’re so good at that.”

Finally, Y/N pulled up, panting but never leaving him unattended. Her hand was hard at work, trying to make him cum. Before she even fully caught her breath she was licking and sucking the side of his cock. She moaned as she did so, glancing up at him just because she knows it drives him crazy when she makes eye contact while giving him head.

His wife was correct; he was already looking down at her but when she looked at him his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell back into his pillow (he was sitting up so he could see everything she did). “Shit,” he sighed loudly, his hips rolling up into the air involuntarily. “Swear my dick must taste like ice cream to you, the way you suck on it like that.”

Y/N giggled lightly, removing her mouth from where she was sucking the side of him while moving her hand on him to his tip. She took him into her mouth and started to bob her head again, half way down then back up, over and over again.

“I’m going to cum,” he moaned softly, completely out of breath, his cheeks burning red and his mind and senses overwhelmed with her mouth. “Don’t fucking stop,” he gasped, grasping her hair tightly where his hand rested on her head and pushing her head down. He held onto her hair as she moved her lips up and down his cock, sucking as she did so. Suddenly, he held her head in place so he could continue to move and started thrust into her mouth, moaning wildly with every thrust. “Gonna cum, gonna cum in your mouth, Y/N, take it for me, yeah?”

All it took was a moan in response for him to let himself cum in her mouth, making sure to pull out enough so that only his tip was in her mouth and his cum would cover her tongue. Some of it spurted onto her lips as his dick slipped out for a second, but most of it got in her mouth and she gladly gulped it all down. She hummed as she licked her lips then wiped whatever she couldn’t get (just a drop) with the back of her hand.

Harry had his forearm on his forehead as he layed on his back, panting loudly.

Y/N laughed as she climbed over him, straddling his lower stomach. “Was it good?”

He didn’t respond for a few seconds, but finally, with one deep breath that was louder than the rest, he raised his hand and held it in front of her. “‘m fucking shaking,” he laughed breathlessly. “You drive me fucking insane, Y/N, I’m telling you,” he’s said it many times before. “Getting head from you is dangerous for my health,” he was still breathing raggedly, and tried to take another deep breath before groaning. “Fuck, give me my bloody inhaler, I literally cant handle you,” he glanced at his nightstand and reached for it weakly.

Y/N laughed as she opened it and grabbed the inhaler for him, even removing the cap before handing it to him.

“H, I swear you act like you’ve never experienced any sort of sexual relations before me,” she laughed as he started to take his second pump. “We have a bunch of kids, you would think I wouldn’t have such an affect on you anymore.”

As he held his breath he raised his middle finger at her.

“Yeah, one would think that. Anyway, This is your fault,” he handed her the inhaler so she could put the cap back on and put it away. “It’s not like I’ve never gotten head before. But never fucking had to use my inhaler. Sometimes, using it after sex is normal for me. Especially when it’s cold out, you know that. But babe, seriously, I don’t know. I just don’t know. Yes, I’ve had my dick sucked before you but it’s just something about you. You literally make me lose my breath. Too fucking sexy, is what you are, that’s the problem.”

She giggled as she kissed his lips. “Are you complaining? ‘Cause I can stop giving you head, just say the words-“

“Not complaining. If getting head from you is the cause of my death then I’ll be happy to go.”

“Oh my gosh,” she laughed. “You’re stupid.”

“Seriously though, is my dick flavored? Swear no ones ever sucked it the way you do, you love my dick. You’re all over it-“

“Yeah, it is, tastes like strawberry ice cream, you dickhead.”

“Oo,” he hummed, as if he were pleasantly surprised. “I would have hoped for something like choco-mint, you know that’s my favorite. But strawberry is good too, I guess-“

“Please, shut, up,” Y/N groaned although she was laughing. “Your dick isn’t flavored, Harry! I’m just amazing at what I do. I can’t help it.”

“Only for me though, right? Didnt suck anyone else’s dick like that?”

“Oh my gosh, do you hear that? I think Riley is crying-“

“Oh fuck off, y/n!” Harry laughed loudly as he covered his face with his hands for a second before looking at her and laughing again, shaking his head. “Can’t fucking stand you.”

She giggled as she cuddled up to his side and pecked his cheek. “I didn’t love any of them like I love you though, does that make it better?”

“Sure, we can say that makes it better,” he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer. He glanced down at her and they shared a smile before he leaned down to give her a slow, wet kiss that had both of them moaning before it was over. She hummed when he pulled away, then reached for her straps to fix her dress and cover herself up again.

“No, I like seeing them,” he whined. “And feeling them on me,” his index finger reached to gently rub her nipple. “So cute and soft. ‘n warm, helps me fall asleep.”

“Helps you wake up hard, is what it does,” she commented although she was laying back down. “I hope you didn’t rip a strap or something, babe, if my dress is messed up, you’re buying me a new one because-“

“I will gladly buy you as many of these things as you want. We have to check if there’s different colors, I think this is my new obsession on you.”

“I mean I know it looks good but what’s so different about this compared to my other night gowns?”

“Don’t know, this one shows off your body more. Not as loose...and it’s so fucking soft, like your skin. You may as well be naked.”

His big hand was busy massaging and squeezing handfuls of her ass that was still exposed due to the dress being bunched up at her stomach.

“Pull it down, I’m getting cold,” she complained.

He pulled their comforter over their bodies with his free hand, while his other hand gently cupped the curve of her ass. “That good?”

“Yeah, thanks,” she hummed. “Even though you did that just so you can keep touching my ass.”

“Hey, it’s a win win. You’re warm, I get to touch your ass, why ruin it?” He joked, patting her skin gently before squeezing it once more.

“Then you wonder why I’m always wet. You are literally always touching me sexually or saying something ridiculously sexual; like, what the hell do you expect from me?”

“What?” He asked, digging his fingers into her ass in a way that delivered a nice massage. “You mean this makes you wet?” He asked innocently as his hand opened and closed around another handful.

“Yes,” she whined. “And we’re not doing anything else. I’m tired. I’m going to sleep.”

“That’s fine with me. Goodnight, sweetheart,” he kissed her head. “I love you, ‘n I promise I’ll let you have some more ice cream in the morning, okay?”

His words made her laugh, and she pinched his bicep. “Goodnight, idiot. I love you too.”

“Hang on,” she said a few minutes later, and she reached for her phone that was charging on Harry’s nightstand (she lost her charger and ended up taking his without asking. His phone is dead.).

“Let me charge mine while you-“

“No, I’m just going to use it for a second, Harry.”

“It’s my charger-“

“Okay, and? I lost mine. You know that.”

“Yeah, I do and it’s not my problem.”

“We’re married, so I hate to break it to ya, but it kinda is,” she said before laughing at a text that came in (Harry heard the loud ding).

“Youre spoiled, you realize that, right?” Harry asked.

“Mhm,” she hummed slowly as she typed with a smirk. When she looked up at him she stopped smirking and rolled her eyes, then leaned over him to plug her phone back in. “My dad has spoiled me since the moment I was born. Did you think I would expect less from my husband?” She cuddled back into his side. He gladly welcomed her with open arms.

“No, I knew you were a little brat before I married you. Guess I’m just an idiot.”

“You would be correct in that assumption.”

Harry laughed. “Who did you text anyway? We were enjoying our post-orgasm state.”

“Julissa. Told her thanks for the nightgown and that’s it’s your new obsession.”

“Tell her I would personally,” he placed his big hand on his chest. “Like to thank her for thinking of you when she made that purchase.”

Y/N giggled. “Hand me my phone.”

Harry grabbed her phone, before gasping. “Y/N, what the fuck did you do to my charger?!”

“Huh?” She asked as she typed, not even looking up at him.

“You’ve had it not even a full day and you’ve ruined the fucking thing, how did this happen?” He held up the charger. It was bent and wrinkled at the end.

“Harry, don’t worry about it.”

“Babe, no, I’m genuinely curious. How did you fuck this up so quickly?”

“Okay, literally, I do not know, so leave me alone. I ordered myself another one, so you can have your little charger back in no time-“

“My little charger?!” He laughed. “Hell no, uh uh, Mrs.Styles, I’m keeping the new one you ordered. Why would I stay with this one when you’re the one who messed it up?”

She couldn’t help her laugh. “Because that’s not fair, why do I get the ugly one?”

“You did this,” he shrieked as he held up the charger.

Y/N giggled and covered her mouth as she did. “Okay, for real, I didn’t realize how bad it was but I’m still not keeping that one. I’ll order you another one too.”

“As you should.”

“Juliaaa said youre welcome, Harry, but take caution. I don’t want to see my best friend on sex sent me to the ER,” Y/N laughed through her words as she read the text.

Harry laughed as well. “If we ever were on that show it would be because of you. You’d probably break my dick or something.”

“Excuse you?”

“I mean, you love the way it tastes so maybe you’ll try to eat it one day-“

“Youre so weird, Harry, why would-“

“Or your pussy will get too tight one day when you cum and maybe it’ll just snap my dick right in-“

“Harry!”

“Or you’d suffocate me with your thighs-that,” he pointed his index finger at nothing, “would be enjoyable though, I’m not even gonna lie-“

Y/N held her phone to her mouth. “Thank you, now Harry is sitting here telling me every scenario he thinks could happen to us to get us on sex sent me to the ER.”

“Are you on the phone?

“Audio message.”

“Oh,” he hummed. “Honestly, I could also see you breaking my nose from squeezing my head between your thighs? Or just when you ride my tongue, that could also happen. Or when you ride my face, I mean you’re pretty careful but your clit does always end up touching my nose and I swear-“

“I’m going to sleep, this whole cute, romantic, sexy night has been ruined by all of your weird ass scenarios, Harry, I’m not gonna break your fucking nose and my pussy isn’t tight enough to snap your dick-“

“Have you felt that thing?” He raised his eyebrows. “I swear you’ve never fingered yourself then because-“

“Please make it stop,” Y/N covered her ears, making him laugh.

“I’m just kidding, baby, come here,” he kissed her lips and pulled her into his side.

“Stop already,” she complained even though she let him hug her.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop. Come, want me to massage your ass again?”

“Obviously,” she rolled her eyes and whined. “Nobody told you to stop.”

“You’re right, dunno what I was thinking,” Harry cooed as he reached down and gave her a nice squeeze, then rubbed down, almost reaching her pussy before rubbing back up and and giving her another squeeze. “This what you want?” He started to massage deeply with the tips of his fingers.

“Mhm,” Y/N hummed.

Then she felt a kiss on her head. “Love you, baby.”

“I love you too,” she smiled.

COVER UP

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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my bday just got a whole lot better🥵🥵🥵🥵 HIS PANTS ARE UNDONE I CAN'T

Does the other angels and demons ever find out whats going on between them?? And what happens if they do??

I feel like if any demons found out, they wouldn’t give Harry shit for it. Quite the opposite, actually. Praising him and giving him pats on the back and, “Got yourself a tight little celestial being now, don’t you?”

And with angels, Y/N manages to keep it under wraps so that no one finds out but like imagine Niall coming down to check on her so they pretend not to get along but when she goes to make Niall some tea while he waits in her room, Harry casually comes up behind her and grips at her hips, pushing her forward against the kitchen counter and gluing his mouth to her neck, sucking at her pulse nonchalantly as she squirms out of his grasp.

“Stop it!” She hisses, covering the light bruise on her throat with annoyed concern. “What if he sees?!”

Harry shrugs his shoulders leisurely, having too much fun with the rise he’s getting, and reaches forward, taking a sip from the mug meant for Niall. He puts it back into her hands, licking across his flushed lips as the corners twitch upwards with smug amusement.

“Then he could join, if he’d like.”

do you have fwb!harry styles angst fics??

hi! i couldn’t find many, so if anyone has some please let me know!

Shampoo Bottles by @starsstruck

Wildest Dreams by @outofsstyles (only really angst at the end but its a must read its so good)

“It’s Not That Important” by @finestoflines

Three Rules   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4 by @goldenbluesuit

Jamaica Me Happy Masterlist by @for-fucks-sake-h

Oh hey, I finally made a masterlist for this

Original Story…

Being in love with your best friend’s brother can make things rather complicated. ♡

Part 1 | Part 2 | Harry’s POV

The Aftermath…

I Just Had Sex

Didn’t Mean To Do It

Chill it Out, Take it Slow

No Escaping Your Love

Concepts

Series Tag

*requests for this series are open, so feel free to send them in if you’d like*

Spoiled

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.

Keep reading

Like a Virgin

yayayayayaya first post!

i meant for this to only be smutty and short, but it's a bit angsty cause that's how i am :) happy happy ending, though

word count: 6,757 (sorry)

warnings: heavy sexual content, unprotected sex, cursing, all around filthy stuff

summary: Harry Styles is your best friend and wants to lose his virginity to you, but he doesn't think you feel the same.

Harry Styles wants to have sex with you.

The thought has been silenced by years of a platonic relationship, but lately, as he's seen you become more in tune with who you are, especially your body, the thought has been pushed to the front of his mind.

You've always been, without a doubt, the most beautiful girl in the world to Harry, but growing up with someone who's claimed you're best friends and nothing else, makes you see them in a different way. And that's what you've always said. Harry is your best friend, and nothing would ever change that.

The thing is, Harry wants nothing more than for you to be the one to take his virginity. Harry wishes for nothing but for you to be the only person he has sex with for the rest of his life. The both of you have always been quite touchy-feely, even to the extent where it definitely borders on the line of platonic and romantic. And Harry could take the fall for a lot of the touchy gestures, but you have your fair share of seemingly meaningless touches too. The way you sit in his lap anywhere even if there's an empty chair. The way you comb your fingers through his hair and kiss his head when Harry's laying on your chest for a cuddle. The way you hug him from behind anywhere and anytime and run your palms across his belly. The way you smother his cheeks with kisses until he's drowning in his own blush any chance you get. Anything and everything you do seems to make his stomach churn with admiration and make his head dizzy- knees weak. He just wishes the feelings were reciprocated.

"Harry, are you sure I look okay in this?" Your sweet voice awakes him from his fantasy. He props himself up on his elbows on your bed and just about gets on his knees to worship you when his eyes meet you. You're both about to go out clubbing with a few friends and decided to get ready together as per usual. Your unconditional beauty always seems to surprise Harry no matter what. Your outfit makes his jaw drop a bit and his dick stiffens in his pants. He tries really hard to think about turn-offs, but with you standing in front of him looking as good as you do, nothing can come to mind. "Harry." You snap your fingers in front of his face.

"Sorry, what did you ask?" He questions, a blush creeping up his cheeks and to the tip of his ears. You stifle a laugh.

"I asked if you think I look okay."

"Yes, yes. You look... okay," He agrees. You narrow your eyes down at him.

"Just okay? I really want to look nice tonight. I seriously need to get laid. It's been ages," You cry dramatically. Harry's face deepens into a frown. "Hey, what's with the frown, you whiny pup?" You cup his jaw between your fingers so his cheeks smush and lean over him, giving the sadistic man a perfect view of your tits.

"Nothing, I'm fine," He lies through his teeth, his eyes looking anywhere but yours. You squint in dismay and slowly crawl your way to sit yourself on his lap. The sigh he lets out could almost be mistaken as a whimper. He thanks God that your sitting on his thighs and not a bit higher.

"I can always tell when you're lying, H," You whisper, your hands running through his hair to manipulate an answer out of him. He practically purrs from your touch. "Now, fess up."

"It's nothing, really. I just- I was just thinking about how I need to put myself out there. Don't want to be a 40-year-old virgin," He laughs bashfully.

Your stomach churns.

"Right," You sigh and move off him. Harry looks at you confused as you walk back to the bathroom.

"Hey, Y/N, did I do something?" He calls after you, following you into the bathroom. You finish the last touches with yourself and turn to look at the worried boy. Your face softens.

"Harry," You whisper, closing the distance between you two as you walk over to him. You wrap your arms around his waist and gaze up into his eyes. "You know I love you more than anyone, right?" You ask, sliding your hands up his chest. He nods in agreement, and you can feel his heart rate going a million miles an hour as you place your hand over his chest. "Say it," You demand.

"Yes, I know you do," He whispers, practically putty in your hands. Your hands slide up to cup his face.

"And you know that I would do anything in the world for you?" You purr, ghosting your lips over his cheek.

"Y-Yes," He stutters. Out of an impulse moment of desire, you stand on your tippy-toes and place a light kiss to the corner of his mouth. Harry practically moans, his hands flying to grip onto the sink behind you, caging you in.

"Good," You say, placing a kiss to his throat before abruptly pushing him away and grabbing your things.

"W-What?" Harry basically whimpers.

"C'mon, silly boy. We don't want to be late," You declare and grab his hand, dragging him downstairs and to his car to make him drive.

He's in for one hell of a night.

Harry could not have been happier. You literally had not left his side the entire night. You had dragged him into the bar, found your friends in a booth, and plopped yourself on his lap for the entire night. He didn't know what had gotten into you, but he wasn't going to complain. Barely anyone batted an eye at the behavior of both of you. Harry was getting antsy, though. He was itching to touch you. As sooon as he was about to raise his hands from your lower thighs to higher, he heard his name being called.

"Harry, c'mon, let's go get some drinks," His friend Armand suggested. Armand had already slid out of the booth they were all sat in and was waving Harry on. Harry almost whined when he felt you tug on his hair.

"You go on by yourself, mate," Harry answered, leaning himself into your neck since you were sitting sideways across his lap.

"C'mon you whipped man," Armand chuckled, grabbing Harry's shoulder and giving it a harsh shove. Harry's cheeks were flaming. He heard your angelic giggle and felt you slide off his lap. Immediately he felt empty.

"Go on now, pet," You whisper in his ear before pressing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Fucks sakes," He mumbles under his breath before getting out of the booth and moping to the bar alongside Armand. Once they reach the bar, the ordered their drinks, and Harry waited impatiently.

"Dude," Armand laughs, noticing how Harry was literally itching to get back to you.

"What?" Harry snaps.

"Hey, hey. Take it easy, would ya'?"

"Sorry, man," Harry lightly laughs.

"What are you going to do, H?" Armand sighs.

"What are you talking about?" Harry feigns confusion. Armand gives him a knowing look. "Okay, shit. I don't know. Every time I think I might have a chance, she says some friend shit, and I feel like we're back to-" Harry stops talking when his eyes wander back over to your table where he sees you hugging some man he's never seen before. An attractive man, at that.

"What are you lookin- Oh, shit." Armand stops. You're laughing loudly at whatever the man just said and playfully shove his shoulder. Harry's heart feels like it just got ripped out of his chest and stomped on repeatedly. "Dude-" Armand begins, but Harry cuts him off.

"It's alright. Always knew I wouldn't be enough, huh?" Harry laughs in self deprecation. On his left, he catches a glimpse of a girl who's been eyeing him since he got to the bar. He smiles and walks towards her.

It's now or never.

"Hello, my name's Harry."

Your eyes are searching for Harry everywhere in the bar, but it's no use. It's been twenty minutes since Harry and Armand went to the bar, and Armand came back about five minutes ago- with a suspiciously guilty look on his face- and said Harry had disappeared.

"I'm getting worried. I really wanted to introduce him to my cousin, Ben, but-" Your sentence gets cut off.

"Wait- who?" Armand interjects.

"Um, my cousin? He was over here while you two were at the bar. I told Harry we might see him tonight, and I wanted them to get along," You explain.

"Ah, shit," Armand exhales.

"What?" You pry, your eyes glaring at your friend sitting in front of you.

"Well, here's the thing," Armand begins with a guilty laugh. "We didn't know that was your cousin, and he got... upset."

"Are you serious? I literally showed him pictures of my cousin before we left. Where is he, Armand?"

"I think he's trying to... put himself out there right now," Armand explains.

Your heart drops.

You rise from the booth, hearing your friends shout for you, but you aren't paying attention to any of them. You're a woman on a mission, and nothing could stop you.

You search the dance floor, but to no avail. You're about to give up, but your eyes catch something you wish you could have never seen. Down the dark hallway that leads to the bathroom, you see Harry and a woman you don't recognize properly making out. It's like knives being plunged into your chest. And to think, you were going to tell him how you felt tonight.

"Hey, bitch, take a picture, it'll last longer." You're snapped out of your thoughts when you hear the most annoying voice in your life aiming in your direction. "Yeah, you. Are you deaf?" God, someone gag her.

"Y/N," You hear his voice in return. Your gaze settles on his hands that he still hasn't taken off of her waist. He seems to understand where your eyes have gone because he quickly loses his grip on her and backs away like she's slapped him.

"You know her?" The girl asks.

"No, no, he doesn't," You spit and turn on your heal, practically running away towards your table to collect your things. When you reach the table, all eyes are on your, and it's as if everyone is expecting you to explode.

"Y/N-" Armand whispers, still heard over the loud music of the club.

"It's okay," You murmur back. You're about to make your escape when you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn and meet Harry's guilty eyes, flinching away from his touch as if you've been burned.

"Y/N," Harry's voice is flooded with emotion, but you don't want to hear any of it. I mean you really have no reason to be mad- it was never official.

"It's fine, Harry. You got what you wanted. I'm h-happy for you," The words seethe from your teeth.

"Are you seriously upset right now?" You hear from behind you.

"Harry don't-" Armand tries, but he's cut off.

"No- seriously. You have no right to be upset. You've been leading me on ever since I've known you, and when I actually thought I had a chance- I see you parading yourself around for some random guy I don't even know!" Harry is practically fuming. Tears are streaming down your cheeks when you finally turn around to face the dickhead. Harry almost feels bad.

Almost.

"Are you done, or do you want to call me a whore and a tease some more?" You ask.

"If the shoe fits," He whispers in anger.

"Harry, what the hell, dude," All your friends are grumbling in anger against him.

"What?! What?! How am I still the bad guy?" He asks.

"Harry, do you remember this morning when you were at my house?" You break the moment of silence.

"Well, no shit, yeah."

You hate this side of him.

"We were on the couch, scrolling through my phone. Do you remember what I showed you?" You ask, your head cocking to the side. You're barely holding it together.

"No. Enlighten me," He answers, his voice reeking with sarcasm.

"You remember me showing you pictures of my cousin, telling you how he was in the area and we might see him?"

You visibly see the change in him- the shift back to his soft being.

"Oh, God-" He holds his stomach, as if he was about to get sick. And he does. He's scurrying off to the bathroom before anyone could say anything, and without hesitation, you're following hot on his tail. He's busting through the bathroom, you right behind, getting several questionable looks from the men at the urinals. He sprints into a stall and falls to his knees, you also to collect his hair and rub his back as he gets sick.

"Oh, Harry," You whisper, brushing his stray curls out of his face. Once he's done emptying the alcohol from his body, he's turning to look at you, and he crumbles.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry," He cries, his hands shielding his face as he brings his knees to his chest.

"Har, sweetheart, let's go home," You encourage him, but he doesn't move from his spot on the nasty bathroom floor. You have no choice but to move next to him and hug him into your chest, your throat tightening as you breathe in the girl's fruity perfume radiating off his body.

He prefers floral smells anyways.

"Harry, baby, c'mon," You mumble to him.

"No, no," He whimpers.

"I'll run us a bath, c'mon," You bribe him.

"Us?" He questions, head finally lifting from his hands, and you try your best to ignore his swollen, cheap lip-stick stained lips and cheeks.

"Yeah, let's go, babe," You motivate him, standing and reaching your hand out to him. He carefully slips it into your, giving you a squeeze before finally getting himself off the floor. He's practically clinging to you as you both exit the bar. Once outside, you slip your hand into the pocket of his pants to retrieve his keys. "I'll drive, 'kay?" He nods solemnly and heads to the passenger side of the car. You climb into the driver's side and start the car, revving the loud engine to life. You turn on some light music to fill the silence and start the drive to your house. You feel his eyes on you the entire drive but choose to not comment on it. About halfway through the ride, you feel his hand shakily lay on your thigh, gripping it as if to remind him you're there. You gently place yours on top of his.

Once you've finally placed the car in park, you get out of the car without saying a word. Your anger and annoyance of the situation is settling in, but it doesn't overcloud the commiseration you feel for him. He slowly gets out of the car and mopes to the front door, following you in your steps. You anxiously unlock your door and let the both of you inside. You throw your keys on your entryway table after locking the door. You kick your shoes off at the door, Harry doing the same, and you mope up the stairs. You don't hear his heavy footsteps following, so you turn around to see what he's doing. Your eyes meet his pitiful, puppy-dog ones, and you angle your head up the stairs, suggesting for him to follow you, and he does so slowly.

Once you finally reach your bedroom, you make your way to your bathroom and turn your tub faucet on- the tub that just barely will hold two people. You set the temperature and turn to see Harry cautiously standing in the doorway.

"You sure about this?" He asks, his voice not above a whisper.

You think about it for a moment, more to just be petty.

"Yeah," You whisper back, meeting his eyes. You both stand there awkwardly, suddenly not knowing what to do next, but then your eyes catch sight of the lipstick stains on his lips, cheeks, neck, and upper chest, and you instantly feel the need to get rid of them. You slowly walk towards him and grab his hips- hearing his breath catch- and place him against the bathroom counter. "Stay and brush your teeth while you’re here," You lightly command and go to retrieve a cloth.

You're glad to see Harry’s finishing brushing his teeth when you came back with the cloth and you wet it with the flowing bathtub water, making a mental note to keep an eye on the fullness of the tub. You reach past Harry and put the cloth in the sink before reaching to unbutton his shirt.

"This okay?" You ask.

"Anything you want," He answers. Your quickly flick to his before focusing back on what you were doing. You shed the shirt off his body and toss it carelessly into your room somewhere. The sight of his bare chest makes you want to worship him because, God, he's so beautiful, but then you catch one more glimpse of the tacky lipstick, and those thoughts are pushed to the back of your mind.

You reach past him and grab the damp cloth again and start washing him off. You start with his angelic face. You gently wipe the stains off his cheeks and then his lips, all while seeing tears drowning his eyes. His hands reach out to hold onto your hips, but you push them away.

"Don't touch me until she's washed off of you," You whisper, and his tears fall. He nods lightly. You squeeze his arm gently to let him know you're not trying to hurt him.

Harry feels the worst he's ever in his life. He can see the brokenness in your eyes, and it kills him to know he's the one that made you like this. He's always so soft and gentle with you- talks so sweet with you, and he knows he's scarred you. He acted like a jealous fratboy, and he's disgusted with himself- literally sick to his stomach.

Once you finish cleaning the last of marks off him, you use the towel to wipe his hands off before tossing it to the sink and leaning your forehead against his chest. He sighs contently and runs his fingers through your hair.

"Can still fucking smell her on you," You whimper agitatedly and remove yourself from him.

"'m so sorry," He whispers.

"I know. Just fuckin' hurts," You explain, and he nods in understanding. "I understand, Harry, I do, but I had literally shown you pictures of my cousin this morning! And, I know it seems like I've been leading you on, but I was just so scared of messing everything up between us. Like- if I told you how I feel, you wouldn't feel the same, and everything would just be weird," You explain your side. You genuinely do understand why he did what he did, but it's still inexcusable.

"I was just so angry. I was too busy gawking at you this morning to pay attention, and it's no fuckin' excuse, but I'm completely enamored by you, and it drives me crazy- makes me act crazy. I fuckin' blacked out," He explicates. You sigh and take his hand in yours, rubbing small shapes into his skin.

"I just can't get the image of you and her out of my mind."

Harry exhales loudly in shamefulness. He's about to say something when the sound of water splashing on the floor is heard through the room.

"Ah, shit!" You yell and run to turn the faucet off. Harry scurries to grab towels, both of you having to laugh at the audacity of the situation. You drain some of the water out and turn to face him again with a small smile on your face. "Guess we should get in," You laugh.

Both of you are staring intently at one another as you both start to shed clothes. You've both seen each other in underwear but never bare.

"Still okay with this?" He asks.

"Yes. Are you?"

"Yes."

The final confirmation makes you both strip down to nothing. Neither of you even feel the need to cover yourselves because you're so comfortable with one another. Your eyes drift to places they shouldn't, and they're immediately widening at the sight in front of you.

Harry is thoroughly gifted.

"You're a fucking temptress," He whispers in awe.

"And you, Harry?" You refute. Both of you take a moment to gawk. "Am I the first to see you naked, Harry?"

"Yes," He whispers bashfully.

"What a reward that is," You establish.

"Stop," He softly laughs, and you allow yourself to laugh with him.

"Uh- let's get in before the water gets cold," You suggest, and he nods his head in subconscious agreement. He anxiously holds out his hand to you, and you slowly put yours in his. It's familiar and warm and eases some of your worries. You wish you had more will power to stay angry with him, but the way he looks at you makes you crumble. You're sweet, soft boy is eating himself up inside, and you can see it on his face.

He steps in first, making sure the water wouldn't burn your beautiful skin and leads you in too. He sits down against the back of the tub and gently puts his hands on your waist to bring you to sit down, leaning against his chest.

"Is- Is this okay?" He asks, arms floating awkwardly in the air because he doesn't know what to do with himself anymore.

He doesn't ever want to hurt you again.

"Yes, Harry, it's okay," You sigh and lean against him. The hot water makes him feel even warmer than he usually is, and you relish in it. You try to make yourself comfortable, but you can't with how tense Harry is. You take a deep breath and take his hands in yours and wrap them around your stomach. "Breathe, H," You whisper and turn to the side, nudging your nose against his jaw. You feel him take a few deep breaths, and you're both sinking farther into the water as he relaxes. "There you go, sweet boy," You mumble and rub your hands against his.

"Can't call me that," He finally speaks.

"And why not?" You ask, turning your neck a bit to see his face.

"'Cause I'm not." He says so quietly you could barely hear.

"Harry-"

"No, Y/N. I can't begin to tell you how sorry I am. I-" He pauses to take a deep breath. "I fucking made you cry," He chokes.

You pause for a moment, not quite sure how to respond because yes, he did say incredibly awful things and act out of line, but his feelings were valid.

"Yeah, never raised your voice at me like that before," You mutter.

"And I won't ever again," He answers, his voice growing stronger as does his arms around your waist. "Best thing that's ever happened to me, and I go and fuck it up."

You turn around so your straddling his waist. You notice he visibly blushes, and his hands are, once again, lost in the air. You stifle a laugh and drag them to your sides, giving them a squeeze.

"Yeah, you were an ass tonight," You comply, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

"The biggest," He whimpers in self pity.

"The meanest." You kiss his other cheek.

"Stupidest," He mutters, sighing when you place against the middle of his throat.

"But you want me?" You clarify.

"Need," He corrects. "Never needed or wanted anyone other than you. Didn't think I could have you, so I tried to settle for lesser."

"Much less," You softly giggle.

"Much, much. Didn't even smell good. It was like kissing a pineapple." You both laugh at that.

"Very funny, but I don't want to think or hear about her ever again," You sigh, resting the side of your forehead in the crook of his neck, and he brings his hands to gently slide up and down your back.

"Only person in the world for me. Only person ever," He mutters and kisses the side of your head.

And you both stay like that for awhile, just breathing each other in after so long of wanting until you feel something hardening between your legs.

"Um, Harry," You quietly giggle.

"What?" He asks, confused as to why you're breaking the sweet moment to laugh at him. You lift your brows to say 'really?' and quickly adjust your hips over him, so he knows what you're talking about. "Oh, fuck," He whimpers and stares wide-eyed at you. "Shit- I'm so sorry-" He hides his red face in his hands.

"What are you apologizing for? I'm flattered, babe," You say, still laughing.

"Then why are you laughing," He whines against his palms.

"Jeez, sensitive little thing," You exasperate and take his hands off his face, keeping them in your hands instead. He glares at your jibes and mutters something inaudible under his breath. "What was that?" You ask, taunting. Something shifts in his eyes, like he's done putting up with your jokes. And very suddenly, his hand leaves yours and is now wrapped around your throat. Your eyes are bulging out of your head, and your mouth is dropped open out of surprise.

"I said you won't be laughing very much if I just slipped it inside, huh?" His voice is condensing and so much like nothing you've ever heard him sound like before. "What? Nothing to say?" You almost want to laugh at how dominant he's trying to be. A smile slips, and you immediately feel his grip on your throat tighten deliciously. "I know you're wet. Even through the water, I know you're turned on. You know how I know that?" He questions.

"How, Harry?" You whisper, eyes drifting to his lips every few seconds.

"Because I'm your best fucking friend. Isn't that right, Y/N?" He laughs sadistically, and the heat between your legs grows.

"You're more," You say and grip his arm that's holding your neck. You run your fingers gently up and down his arm, trying to break his dominance, and it works.

"My precious girl," He whispers, eyes drowsier and heart beating faster. His hand moves to hold the side of your face instead, and now it's your opportunity to take dominance over him. Your hand now wraps around his throat, tighter than he was holding yours. A gasp slips through his submissive lips.

"Don't think that with a little bit of choking I'll be falling submissive to you. You're still very, very bad," You clarify. He whimpers and nods his head, lips puckered. "What's with the pout?"

"I want- I wanna-"

"What? Spit it out."

"A kiss," He whispers, face inching closer to yours.

"A kiss?" You laugh. "I don't want your shared lips anywhere close to my untouched ones."

"Y/N," He cries, face ducking into your shoulder. He lightly nips at the crook of your neck.

"Hey! Knock it off, wolf boy," You both laugh.

"Then let me fucking kiss you. I've waited so, so, so long," He whines, head hitting the wall of the tub in dramatics.

"Should've waited a little longer, and it would've been my lips on yours, not someone else, huh?" You taunt.

"Thought you wanted to forget about it," He complains.

"I do, but you shouldn't get off without any teasing," You explain. He huffs and nods his head. "C'mon, let's get out. The water's getting cold."

Once you're both out and dried off, you lead him into your bedroom and onto your bed. Neither of you bother to put on clothes as the sexual tension is high. You sit on the side as you watch him approach you.

"Y/N," He mumbles, standing above you with hunger and pleading in his eyes. "I want to touch you," He begs.

"Do you deserve to?" You question. He huffs a whine and falls to his knees in front of you. His head falls to your knees. "Harry-"

"Please," He begs, his hands circling your calves to keep a hold on you. You're at a loss of what to do. No man has ever actually gotten on his knees and begged for you. Your hands find his hair and thread lightly through it. He basically purrs and moves his head farther up to your thighs. Your breath shakes as you feel him breathe into your thighs. "Please," He begs again, drawing out the word longer this time. When he thinks he's caught you off guard, his head moves farther up, and his hands separate your thighs. You gasp and right as his tongue is about to make contact with your pussy, your grabbing his hair by the roots and yanking him away as far as he'd let. He's still incredibly close, and you can feel him panting against you.

"Nice try, slut," You breathe and tug on his roots again.

"Just let me please you," He pleads, voice gruff.

"Don't act like you're doing this just to please me. Know you're just a starved man trying to get what he wants," You correct him.

"Fuck it, so I'm selfish. I don't care," He says, his voice getting stronger. When you don't let up, he goes for what he wants again. He snatches your wrists in his hand and holds them against your stomach, and before you can shut your thighs, he's pushing his face in between them, finally getting what he's wanted for years.

"Harry!" You moan loudly, trying to get your hands from his hold, but it's no use. He won't let you win this time, and you submit to the pleasure he's giving you willingly. He feels you release your tension and smiles against you.

"Good girl. Just enjoy it," He mumbles and dives back in. He lets go of your wrists and spreads your thighs apart even farther, making you scooch back on the bed to give him more access. His tongue is everywhere all at once, and the noises he's making makes it seem as if he's enjoying it more than you.

"That's so fucking good," You moan as he sucks your clit into his mouth and nips on it gently. Having never done this before, he's going off of his animalistic desires, and it feels heavenly. He's just doing what his instincts tell him to. His tongue moves farther down to your soaking hole, and he pushes it in as far as it can go and circles it inside of you, his nose pressed into your clit as he shakes his head vigorously side-to-side. "Holy shit, you're insane," You cry and fall back against your bed.

"Take it," He grunts and somehow opens your legs farther.

"You're crazy," You laugh in pleasure and place your hands in his hair again. He's grunting and moaning, and the vibrations add to the bliss you feel. He laps around your entrance for a minute before going back to your clit and flicking it fast with his tongue. You almost lose it completely when you feel one of his fingers tease your entrance. Your eyes meet his, and you nod in silent agreement. He doesn't waste a second before pushing it slowly into you, his eyes widening at the feeling.

"Fuck, it's tight," He moans.

"Think about it being your big dick instead," You moan, and he whines. "Make me cum, and I'll think about letting you put it in," You stutter and relish in whatever he gives you.

"Fuckin' watch me," He grunts and doubles down. He suddenly adds another finger and doesn't give you time to adjust before rapidly pushing it in and out of you with his tongue still flicking against your clit.

"Fuck, baby." Your moans are uncontrollable, and you feel your stomach tightening in euphoria. It feels stronger than anything you've ever felt, and you try to push the crazed man away.

"Don't you fucking dare," He practically growls when you try to push him away by the forehead.

"It's too m-much," You moan and continue to try to slow him down with a weak attempt.

"C'mon, angel. You're about to cum. Just take it," He encourages you and gets back to work.

"H-Harry, I think I'm gonna-" You're cut off by a loud moan escaping your lips and the dam breaks. You're squirming away from him, but he doesn't let you go as you orgasm. You feel as though you see through space and time as you cum because has ever felt so good but so strong. He takes all that you give him and doesn't let up. Luckily, his hands now hold on strongly to your hips because the extra penetration was almost too much to enjoy.

He always knows exactly what you need.

His tongue slows as you come down, but it never leaves.

"Harry, please, let me breathe," You weakly laugh and once again try to push him away, but he grunts in return.

"Let me finish," You hear him mumble. His tongue moves to your leaking hole and licks up whatever he can find, letting nothing go to waste. "Tastes fucking incredible," He moans. "Can't believe you've been keeping this from me. Greedy woman," He slurs.

"Enough," You whine and move away from him, closing your legs. He groans and moves to kiss his way up your body instead. "You've done that before," You accuse him.

"No, just dreamt of it for so long," He corrects and kisses your cheek. You slightly spread your legs to let him lay on top of you. The feeling of his weight on top of you feels incredible. He allows you to calm down and continues to pepper kisses against you.

"It's your turn," You smile against his forehead and press a quick kiss to it before flipping you both over. You lay on the bed on your side, facing him and gawk at the sight in front of you. His dick is practically weeping, and your mouth waters in excitement. It's perfect. It's long and thick and incredibly hard. The biggest you've seen by far.

"Don't want you to do anything you're uncomfortable with or don't want to do," He whispers shyly, and you want to laugh at how quick he becomes submissive.

"Trust me, I want to," You assure him. "Look how pretty you are," You mumble and press a kiss to his jaw as you run your fingers lightly up and down his stomach. He blushes furiously and juts his lips out, aching for a kiss. You smile instead and gently run your fingers around his cock. He gasps in surprise and moans sweetly. You kiss all around his stomach as you begin to jerk him off slowly- really making him feel everything.

"It's so good, oh my God," He moans.

"Yeah?" You ask, and he nods his head, eyes clouded with submission.

"Let me put it in," He whimpers, and you laugh.

"So needy," You whisper and give him a harsh squeeze that makes him moan loudly. You're glad he's not shy about the noises he makes. It's so hot.

"What if it's just the tip?" He pleads. "I'll just put the tip in. Just wanna feel you- be close," He's babbling almost incoherently, and you shush him quietly.

"I guess that's okay. Just the tip, though," You remind him and lay on your back, signaling for him to lay over you. He does so quickly and takes his cock in his hand. He runs it all over your pussy to get himself wet and teases your entrance with the head. You squeeze his jaw in your fingers to grab his attention. "Just the tip."

"Yes, yes, okay," He rushes out. He meets your eyes, and you nod your head encouragingly. He breathes heavily before pushing just barely in.

Even the tip is a stretch.

"Oh my God," He cries into your neck, and you rub his back soothingly as you try to contain yourself. "Please, just a little more," He begs.

"Don't be greedy," You stutter, and this feels more like a punishment for the both of you. He groans and bites onto your shoulder to hold himself still. The primal need to sink into your tight, warm, wet pussy is high, and he doesn't know how much longer he can do it. He moves his hips slightly so the tip slides out. He rubs it over you again, slapping your clit lightly with it before pressing the head of it into you again. He pleases the two of you like this for a minute.

The thing is, his cock is so big it's hard to tell how much he's giving you. Even the tip is so thick that it feels like he's pushing a few inches in, so when you're suddenly gasping out because his pelvis is flush against you, it takes you by surprise. And it takes you more by surprise when you hear his loud moan after finally being all the way inside of you and then feel his heavy load spurting far into you.

"Holy fuck," He's moaning uncontrollably, and you're just laying there in awe. You watch as he orgasms and sit watching him until he comes down. You don't even have the heart to continue punishing him anymore as you see the tears running down his cheeks. You hug him into your neck and softly moan as he allows his weight to press against you. "'M'sorry," He whispers. "Want to make you feel good too."

"You've already done so, so good, Harry."

"No, just give me a minute. I'll be ready to go again," He assures you.

"Okay," You giggle and already gasp at feeling him hardening inside you again.

"Just run your fingers through my hair, angel," He whispers, and you follow his orders. He was right. You feel his cock hard as rock inside of you again in no time.

"You too sensitive, or can you keep going?" You ask, making sure he's okay to continue.

"Please, I can go all night," He says cockily, giving you a sly smile. He lifts himself up a bit so he can start moving in and out of you slowly and sensually.

"Oh, God, it's so good," You cry, feeling so full of him. "You're so big- fucking everywhere."

"I know, baby, just take it for me," He whispers lovingly and presses a kiss to your cheek. He's not sure if you still don't want him to kiss you, so he makes due.

"Harry, God, please kiss me," You whine.

"A-are you sure?" He pants. He's trying so hard not to cum again.

"Yes, yes, yes," You plead and cup his cheeks. He leans down, softly placing his lips against yours, and it feels like both of your worlds stop. He's still moving slowly in and out of you, and it adds to the sensuality of the moment. Nothing's ever felt so good, and both of you are both stunned by the intensity of the moment. He finally has to part for air, but you're whining and trying to pull him back. He notices tears running down your cheeks, and he stops his movements.

"Hey, hey. Y/N, are you okay?" He asks, voice filled with concern.

"So good," You assure him. "Just- it's so intense," You cry and wrap your arms around him.

"I know, sweet girl. I feel it too," He whispers, a tear leaking from his eye onto your cheek, and you both smile. He starts moving again when he has your consent, and it feels like the intensity is making you both start to approach your orgasms. He leans down to kiss you again and starts moving a bit faster.

"Harry," You continue to moan.

"Fuck, I love you. Can I say it now? My cock is deep inside you, so I guess it's okay, huh?"

"Oh, God. I love you too," You cry and feel his cock throb inside you. "I'm gonna cum."

"Me too," He whispers and connects your lips once again as you both orgasm simultaneously. It's like nothing either of you have ever felt before, and it makes it that much stronger.

He lies down on top of you once you've both finished. You're both panting heavily.

"I belong to you," He whispers and circles his arms around your waist.

"I'm yours," You whisper back.

Later… with Jools Holland