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Love On Tour. Nashville, Tn. II

These are quite devastating

LOVE ON TOUR (HSLOT VERSE)

LAS VEGAS 🔥

DENVER

DALLAS

HOUSTON

SAINT LOUIS 🔥

PHILADELPHIA

WASHINGTON DC 🔥

DETROIT 🔥

SAINT PAUL 🔥

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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I can’t believe I’m expected to do things.. I am full time busy being mentally ill

WELCOME TO THE MASTERLIST FOR IN MY FEELINGS

what it is: you and harry hate one another, like really hate one another–but then you start fucking. 

based off of lana del rey’s song in my feelings. 

*completed*

*warning: the sex in this series is going to be rough and a little mean (choking, slapping, etc) so if that’s not your thing…beware*

✰=smut

in my feelings fits

playlist

moodboard

general masterlist

…………………………

part one

part two✰

part three✰

part four✰

part five✰

part six✰

part seven

speak to me/ request work here

( includes sexual content *) 

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i. Checkmate* 

The one where you are an up-coming chess player and start to give world-renowned chess player, Harry Styles, a run for his money.

𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻𝑺

i. Baby Steps *

The one where you’re his son’s therapist, and you help him along the way.

ii. The Secrets You Keep *

The one where you’re a stripper, and you don’t know how Harry will react.

iii. Swan Lake *

The one where you’re a ballet dancer, and Harry’s your new choreographer. 

iv. Lonely this Christmas *

The one where you’re broken up, but one Christmas party changes that.

v. Second Best *

The one where you think he prefers your sister, but he actually prefers you. 

vi. Summer of ‘63 *

The one where you’re the new volunteer at a hotel resort, and Harry’s the resident dancer.

vii. Drive On *

The one where you and Harry are keeping a secret from your brother, who happens to hate harry’s guts.

vii. Twisted in Bedsheets  *

The one where Harry visits France for the summer, and you end up falling in deep.

𝑩𝑳𝑼𝑹𝑩𝑺

i. Try Again Later * 

The one where you’re a virgin, and Harry takes it too far.

ii. Playing Doctor

The one where you’re sick, and your roommate Harry helps. 

all of this work is original and please don’t steal it :)

©enthusiasticharry™20/21

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prompt: It’s not very often Harry gets triggered by the events of their past in the same way that YN does. 

warnings:  smut, cheating, flashbacks, mentions of abuse, this could just be overall triggering if you have experienced trauma or family struggles. please take these warnings seriously.

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It was a lake, on the outskirts of London that one of Harry’s friend had found a long long time ago and now that the friend was back in town - they decided on a lake day.

It was tucked into the woods, on private property that nobody had cared for - overgrown and foresty- it was a bit of hike to find it.

The sun was hot, unusually warm, even in the summer, and it was perfect to spend their afternoon in the grass and water.

Harry, as always, had offered to pick up YN but she refused like she always did when he was driving Anna as well.

He felt a bit anxious when they arrived and YN wasn’t there but all of his other friends had arrived, laid out their towels, and were sunbathing to get nice and toasty before getting in the water.

The man groaned internally with annoyance when Anna tugged off her sun dress and had an extremely revealing bikini on - tits spilling out and her bottoms just a sad scrap of fabric.

They weren’t at fucking Miami Beach, it was a casual day where everyone was dressed in a comfortable, some old suits to laze around in.

Anna was waiting for Harry’s eyes to trace down her full chest, flat tummy, the hint of her bum from the cheeky bottoms.

Instead, he just shucks of his shirt and lays down his towel without a word to her about it - he wasn’t stupid, he knew what she wanted.

“Harry,” Anna grits out, squeezing his bicep harshly, and pulling his attention to her with force, “You can’t even compliment my appearance?”

He doesn’t want to argue around his friends, he sucks it up and sighs, eyes on hers - not roaming down once.

“I like y’suit, y’tits look nice,” Harry replies blandly, giving her no emotion but she beams and giggles none the less.

“I can give you a peek later,” She teases, brushing her chest against his arm before reaching for her towel - he could sense his friends ogling her and he didn’t give one fuck.

He doesn’t respond, peeking back at the woods to see if YN was trekking through. He would have texted but there was no service.

After about fifteen minutes of laying out, Anna chattering him and his friends’ ears off with boring shit about her gym and nail tech.

Harry sits up when he hear rustling, spots his love stepping in the field in a oversized old shirt of Harry’s, jean shorts, and her tennis shoes - bag slung over her shoulder.

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HSLOT WASHINGTON D.C.

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*inspired by this *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He loved her so fucking much.

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

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

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

“Hi, Harry’s Whore!”

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

“Fuck you!”

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

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

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

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

One of her tweets said…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Feel like heaven.”

“Only y’make me feel like this.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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King of the Jungle III

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

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pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

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

word count: 8k

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

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

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

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kodachrome.

summary: you give harry a camera for his birthday and the two of you are more than excited to put it to good use.

warnings: smut, 18+

word count: 5k

song inspo.: kodachrome - paul simon

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i’m on fire

summary: harry can’t keep his hands to himself after getting home from filming.

warnings: breeding kink, spanking, smut, slight fluff, pregnancy mention, slight dom/sub

word count: 2.7k

song inspo.: i’m on fire - bruce springsteen, girls on film - duran duran, tango in the night - fleetwood mac

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Backstage Business

Hi hi!!! We got inspired. So here is a smutty, post show sex one shot 😎

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Coming off of the stage, he knew he was a mess.

He couldn’t necessarily help it either. Being on stage, preforming? It was his thing. There was a variety of things that he felt. The loud music rocking in his ears, sweat dripping down his bare chest. The bubble of excitment in his stomach, knowing everyone in the room was there for him. Had travelled miles, some flew in for his shows and spent money because they adored him. Harry loved being adored.

Mostly though? It was the adrenaline that got him in the most trouble. The energy that would power him through the bounding around the long stage and the excursion of his voice. It took a lot out of him, but he loved it. However, the adrenaline went all over his body. He could feel it in the dizziness of his head, the chills that went over his skin, and more than anything else?

His cock.

Y/N always loved to see her lover preform. But from the first time they’d been properly together she realized that she was in for it when she did get to come and see it. Seeing as Harry was a sex pest on stage, grinding his hips against the microphone stands, rolling his hips, thrusting himself in the air, she wasn’t necessarily surprised more than she was impressed.

Off stage, the first thing he did was grab her hand and tug her towards the dressing room. He had a strict rule for everyone to not bother him 20 minutes after a show ended, and the hard cock thrusting into her sopping wet cunt was the reason why. When he was alone, he’d take care of it in the shower. But y/N was thankfully here and ready to be the vessel to take all of his pent up energy.

“Oh my fucking god.” She whimpered into his chest, hands holding the sweat damp locks as he fucked into her cunt. He held her tightly against the wall, one hand holding her thigh up against the man’s waist while the other gripped her hip to keep her still. The bite of his cool metal rings into her skin made her shiver.

Harry had barely given her a minute. Shoving her in and locking the door, his fringe vest thrown off and her skirt lifted up enough that he could thrust into her. The hot cunt was a welcome relief to his throbbing cock, the sigh of relief filling the air as he began to work.

“M’sorry… needed… need it.” He hissed through his teeth, leaning in and kissing her once her head lifted. Her cunt had been soaked watching him perform as it always was, and Harry knew by now that Y/N loved when he got needy for her.

“S’okay… fuck… y’did so good, H.” She cooed, head falling back in to the cool wall as her body jolted. His cock was steadily thrusting into her, the swollen lips spreading with each fuck. Harry was eager and she could feel it in the way his movements weren’t as controlled as normal. He loved her praise.

“I did?” He purred. “Did good? You love it?” He dug for the compliment, panting as he pressed his forehead against hers and moved into her faster.

“Uh-huh. So fucking good, Harry. Baby’s so talented… so lovely. Look so good on that s-stage.” She stuttered, hand gripping his shoulder for stability. He was giving it to her so damn good.

“Felt so good.” He grunted. “Missed it. Missed playing up there… missed this.” He was being specific about their after show sex. Something so good and fun for their sex life, the way it managed to get both of them worked up. He was almost trained to get hard as soon as he saw her in the audience, knowing Damn well what was happening when he got offstage.

“I did too…” she yelped when he got at the spot he had been searching for, mouth falling open as his cock pistoned into the soaked cunt. Her hole clenching around him, desperate to keep him just liked that. There was nothing he loved more than when her pussy managed to suck him back in, just like this.

“Yes, yes… did so good, and now m’gonna fuck you so good.” He rambled, nipping at her jaw as he pulled her up and into him. The change immediately had her squealing, breathing heavy.

“Yes! Like that- there. There, Harry.” She growled, tightening her hold on his hair- which sent him spiraling. His cock pounding into her welcoming pussy over and over again, the slick, sloppy sound of how wet she was filling the room along with his grunts and her broken whimpers, he knew anyone who walked by would know exactly what they were doing. He just didn’t care. Let them know he was giving it to her good. He’d never apologize for that.

“More, more.” She repeated, dripping against him. His cock was soaked and slippery, and the urging was what he really needed. Lifting her leg higher, though, was what really had them going undone. “Oh fu- m’cumming.”

The angle had it perfect for her, her body shaking slightly as his cock got the perfect spot and hit it over and over again. Her beautiful reaction had him urged on to go faster, feeling her cum all over his cock. Gushing around him, nails digging into his skin and the harsh yank of his hair that sent him into his own explosive bliss .

He let out a feral growl, biting down on her neck as he thrust hard into her, working her through her orgasm as his own shot through his body. The electricity washing over his body as she shivered and clung to him, his arm wrapping around her to keep her upright as he began to let go.

The hot cum shooting into her and coating her walls with the white liquid had her letting out a sob against him. The bite, his grip, the pure heat of it as she could feel his cum start to drip out from where they were connected… it was delicious. Her head fuzzy with pleasure and their bodies sticky with sweat, she found this to be her happiness. It had been far too long since they’d done this.

You never know what you have until you go 2 years without it.

Harry kissed over the bite mark, cooing as he realized he did it a bit hard and nuzzled into her neck. His own legs felt weak but he refused to let her fall, taking a moment as he felt her cunt milking his cock for every drop of cum. As it should. He hated using condoms with her and rarely ever needed to, but this was a mutual thing.

“Fuck me.” She giggled, gently stroking her hand through his hair. Tenderly this thing instead of the yank that had brought stars to his eyes. “Another stellar performance from my rock star.”

“Already did.” He slurred against her sticky skin, pressing his kisses all over before he mustered up the strength to pull his head out of her neck. Their lips connected for a loving kiss, gentle but passion laced as they smile came on his face. His cheeks were flushed but felt hotter from her good review.

The after effects of orgasm washed through him, the tiredness and contentment. The adrenaline had been channeled into something far more useful than his old habit of treadmills.

“Fuck, I needed that.”

Summer’s almost over. So, have some Island/Boyfriend!Harry. Inspired by this, this, and that white snapback he was so fond of this summer. As always, thanks for reading. Reblogs and comments are always appreciated. If you liked this (or any of my writing), feel free to buy me a ko-fi! My masterlist is here. Enjoy! NSFW, 18+.

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If there was brunch, then there were mimoas. If there were mimoas, they had to be bottomless. And the waitress had kept them coming. Then, somebody mentioned shopping and soon after you were in an Uber with friends and your boyfriend’s black AMEX in tow. The Mall of San Juan was just ten minutes from the brunch spot. It’d have been a crime not to visit.

You’d left the seaside villa that morning with gentle but firm instructions to enjoy yourself. Sure, the spacious house you’d call home for the next two months was gorgeous and offered endless amenities, but it’d be a shame to stay there alone all day. So after a calm debate over breakfast, post morning run and shower (the run? Harry’s idea), you’d texted Penelope and Valentina to make plans once he’d slipped the black card into your hand. And then into your bag after you’d given it right back.

You hadn’t known the girls prior to arriving in Puerto Rico, but following a loud, rum-fueled conversation over thumping reggaeton in a club bathroom a week prior, fast friendships formed. Good thing, too. Your boyfriend had come to the island to work, more or less, and since you’d taken his invitation to join, you’d known what to expect. He was in album mode, working on his next studio release and that demanded most of his time.

You could make your own fun. Or at least you’d thought so, but about two weeks in, you started to miss him, despite seeing him at least a few moments every day. And he tried to make time, bless him, had suggested a movie last night but he was asleep on your shoulder twenty minutes into the film.

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- “Blood? Oh, it’s not mine.”. with my girl babies.

You guys have the same minds 😂

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“Harry, what the fuck?!” 

“Have you got bleach?” 

“What–”

Her boyfriend brushed right past her into the flat and started searching the place for bleach. He looked unbothered, as if he was looking for a shirt or his other earring and not covered in blood.

“Did you just...drive here looking like that?” she asked, still too shocked to move.

He chuckled, “Yeah, silly. Why?”

Her mouth fell open as she gestured to his blood-stained shirt. “What the fuck happened? Is that blood?!”

“Blood?” Harry looked down as though he hadn’t noticed that he’d been walking around looking like this. He stretched his shirt and said with a straight face, “Oh, it’s not mine.”

“What the fuck?”

“Have you got bleach? This is my favourite shirt.”

She padded over to him and grabbed him by the elbow. Despite her horrified expression, he offered a smile. “Kid, relax. Not my blood.”

“How’s that gonna make me feel better? The fuck?”

Harry cleared his throat. “Oh, sorry, I phrased it wrong. It’s fake. The blood’s fake. I accidentally spilt it all over me while I was on set.”

Eyes narrowed, she crossed her arms, leaned in and sniffed him. He burst out laughing, looking both amused and surprised. “Kid, did you just sniff me?!”

“Gotta make sure you weren’t lying!”

“You really thought I killed someone?”

She shrugged. “I mean, why didn’t you just get changed on set?”

Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Babe, I was afraid I’d be late and you’d be mad at me.”

“Late for what?”

“Our date tonight.”

She blinked blankly at him. “Wait, what?”

Harry laughed, probably thinking she was joking until he saw how serious she was, and his smile began to fade. “Babe, you forgot?”

“No,” she said quietly. 

“Bambi! You forgot about our date!”

"I’ve got bleach!”

“No, little missy, get back here. We need to talk!” Harry shouted as he followed her into the kitchen.

Two kids bully Harry and his little neighbour comes for the rescue (a blurb from the ‘My Girl Series’)

AU: older!Harry (4-year age gap), childhood best friends. 

I was going through my Patreon when I found this from last year and remembered that I forgot to post this on Tumblr…Forgive me.

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She knew something was wrong when Harry didn’t come home at 5 PM like he always did. His mum had threatened to ground him for a month if he stayed out with his friends after football practice to avoid chores, so there was no way he would do that.

The little girl sat on her front porch, tapping her feet impatiently. After what seemed like an hour or maybe more, she got up and went to the field to look for him.

Just like she had thought, Harry was there but he wasn’t alone. He was with two other kids, both bigger than him, probably older too. The fatter one grabbed Harry’s collar and almost lifted his feet off the ground with a violent tug.

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

OMG BITCH YESSSSS

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

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

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

“I do now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hello, imagine harry biting le tits

ok this was longer than my usual “concepts” also not proofread x

It’s early in the morning. too early for her liking, which is why she snuggles up to Harry closer, their bare chests touching, and she pretends to be asleep still. She hears him yawn, one of his ‘am up, you up?’ yawns that are big and loud and smelly in the morning. He cuddles up to her and pecks her forehead making her whine unintentionally because she just knows her forehead is oily and she doesn’t want to be awake right now. She doesn’t want to be offered weird green juices.

“Sweet girl,” Harry calls, voice still groggy and full of warmness and love.

A hum leaves her mouth when she knows she’s caught and she heard him sniff,

“Mornin,” he tries again, big hands rubbing her warm shoulder as the other is trapped under her body. “Open those pretty eyes so I can say mornin’ properly.”

“Don’t wanna.”

“Mmm, such a brat in the mornin’ aren’t you, babe,” he whispers into her hair and fits his head in the crook of her neck, pressing a few kisses there. 

It’s warm and smells like her body lotion still so he opens his mouth and licks a stripe up to her chin, pressing another open mouth kiss there and she whines but this time he knows it means ‘keep going’. 

And he does. He travels his lips down her bare chest and presses another kiss in the middle of her boobs, smiling at the warm skin. “So soft an’ warm in t’mornin’,”

“Smell like sweat probably,” she croaks, hand going up to his hair and running a finger through his soft locks. 

“Nah, y’smell lovely. So, so, so, so lovely.”

He moves to her left boob since it’s more accessible and kisses the top of her breast then opening his mouth and licking a stripe down to her nipple. It’s already hard and he knows she’s also wet under the sheets. 

“Jesus, aren’t you lovely,” he moans at the sight of her boobs and finally gets his warm mouth around the hard nipple, alternating between sucking and licking as she moans and tries to get close to him as if it were possible. “Your tits, god, I love them. I love you.”

She whines and Harry sucks harder, then grinds his teeth sore nipple still in his mouth. It feels so soft and good inside his mouth that he feels his morning wood get harder and harder at the feeling and she hisses when he bites the nipple hard.

“Ah! Harry!”

“Mmm, wha’,” he presses a wet kiss on her nipple. “Sorry sweetheart, just love your tits. Wanna eat them.”

“Ugh cannibalism doesn’t get me off. Get off.”

“Noooo, wanna love on you a bit more, bub.”

“Leave my tits alone and work that tongue on my pussy instead.”

Imagine you're riding Harry and when he's cums, his stomach is clenching so hard and his butterfly tattoo is just wiggling on his tummy

So let’s say Harry just got out of the shower.

He comes out with a towel wrapped around his hips, using another one to dry his hair and back. He’s rubbing it over his broad shoulders as he pads barefoot over to his cabinets, digging for a pair of briefs as he scrubs his skin dry. You’re watching from the bed, where you had been watching a rerun episode of Baby Daddy, but Harry’s much more interesting at the moment.

His back muscles flex as he reaches behind him as far as possible, trying to rid his skin of all the wetness, shoulders and arms going taut as he works the linen over his body, tattoos wiggling and stretching along with his movements.

Harry walks over to the edge of the bed, plopping down next to you and you catch a glimpse downwards, the towel around his waist shifting lower on his hips to expose the beginning of his pubes. And he knows exactly what he’s doing, the smug smirk on his ruby lips showing it off perfectly.

He leans forward on his palms, giving you a slow once-over as his hair is damp and matted to his neck, his skin smelling of Tom Ford aftershave and Dove bar soap. “D'you think you can help me dry my hair, pet?”

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something about harry being nervous to meet your extended family

something about harry fucking you so rough you can barely get up the next morning and he’s a smug little shit about it

something about harry being tired and pouty and begging you to fuck him

something about harry tasting himself after he’s through with you

something about harry having too much fun tempting you throughout the day

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what about H playing with your boobs

What about this playing with my emotions 🙃

Listen..,.,.,he’d love it. Sucking on your nipples, tonguing at them lightly, flicking just the tip against them to tease you. And then he’s full on lapping at them with the thick of his tongue, feeling them get perky under his rough tastebuds.

His head ducked down to your chest as you sit against the headboard with a hand clutching the hair at the nape of his neck, eyeing him hazily as he sucks one entirely into his mouth, his huge hand cupping and massaging the other with his cold, chunky rings catching on the little bud and sending your spine shivering.

Harry would look up at you through his thick lashes, the damp corners of his swollen crimson lips quirking up in a cheeky simper. He’d hollow out his cheekbones as he sucks, lulling his eyes to the back of his head because he knows what it does to you, moaning all low and whiney. The vibrations wash goosebumps across the supple skin of your breasts, every cell in your body spazzing out of control.

He pulls back, a tiny thread of saliva dipping between his plumped lips and your pebbled nipple. He licks the excess wetness from his mouth, worrying his bottom lip between his two front teeth as he takes your chest into his humungous palms, squeezing both together and smirking softly. “Gonna miss these so much on tour.”

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a/n: so im not saying that this is based on anything from the real life…. pls don’tcome after me lmao but i just HAD TO write this, the urge was too hard.

pairing: Harry X pregnant!Reader

warning: smut, kinda breeding kink? idk

word count: 2.5k

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You thought you were ready for anything and everything about pregnancy. You’ve been bracing yourself for these months years prior, watching videos, reading all the books, learning all the information you need to know about growing a baby inside your body. There shouldn’t have been any surprises about it, but yet your body can still make you go: “Oh, wow. I was not expecting that.”

You’re only nearing the end of your first trimester, the bump is small, not many people know about the news that you and Harry are gonna be parents, but during these three short months, so much has happened. It started with the morning sickness, you threw up every morning clockwise at around six am, as if your body had an alarm in it that screamed at you to put out everything you had in your stomach. Harry was by your side the moment your knees hit the cold tile and you leaned above the toilet, delicate hands brushing your hair out of your face as he gently soothed you, brought you water and a wash cloth.

Then you started to get nauseous at the weirdest smells, like strawberries, honey and then coffee. You couldn’t be in the same room as these things, because the moment you smelled them you were gagging with no control. Harry made sure none of those could be found at your home from that day on and you felt terrible for making him stop drinking coffee, but he didn’t even want to hear about your apologies.

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

🏍➕☕➡️💋💋💋👀

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

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

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

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

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

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It’s the truth - Harry Styles blurb

a/n: this one just popped into my head since @pastequeharry​ and I were once again talking about harry’s tiddies (no surprise)

warning: explicitlanguage, basically that’s it 

word count: 483

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“What the fuck?!”

Harry’s deep voice beams through the house and you can’t help the laughter that falls from your lips upon hearing your boyfriend’s reaction to your latest little joke on him. Holding your phone in your hands you hear his naked feet tap against the hardwood floor as he makes his way from the study to the bedroom where you’re lying in bed currently. His tall figure appears at the door and he looks at you with raised eyebrows as he holds up his own phone, the conversation with you open on the screen as he points at it.

“Would you explain why you changed my name to…” He has to check again, just to say it right. “Jumbo tiddies?!”

Now you’re laughing like a hyena, hearing it from his mouth just makes it even more hilarious for you. He is keeping a straight face, trying to make you believe he is upset, but you can see the tiny wrinkles in the corners of his eyes that always come out when he smiles.

“What? It’s just the truth!”

He places his hands to his hips, narrowing his eyes at you as he walks into the room, stopping at the end of the bed.

“You can’t blame me, your tiddies have been all over the internet since last Sunday, I just… had to!”

Harry shakes his head huffing at how much you’re enjoying it. But then he lifts up his phone and starts typing. When his fingers tapping on the screen your phone buzzes in your hand and you gasp at the notification that just popped up.

“You did not just change my name to WAP!”

“Oh, I very much did,” he smirks, so full of himself for getting back at you for the little joke you played on him. “What? It’s the truth! I know, because I’m the one who was knuckles deep in yo—“

“Harry!” you cut him off throwing a pillow in his way, but he just smirks, licking his lips. “Well in that case I know your tiddies are jumbo sized, because I was the one grabbing them last night.”

“And you don’t like them?” he pouts his lips at you.

“Oh no, I love them!” Climbing to the end of the bed you kneel in front of him, wrapping your arms around his torso, placing your head to his chest. “They are perfect, I love your big tits!”

“Aw,” he breathes out, circling his arms around your shoulders as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “And I love your wet ass pussy, Darling.”

“I can’t believe you just said that out loud,” you mumble into his chest as he shakes from his laughter.

“You started it,” he answers and you just know he is smirking.

“You are such a baby,” you huff. “My big tiddie baby,” you add, kissing both his pecks.

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Hiii can you do something where the reader gets like a disposable film camera and she and harry take pictures together

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i hope you meant instagram post cuz that’s what i’m doing! also excuse the horrible editing of her hair in the last one idk

also happy harry day!! cant believe he’s 27 i feel like a proud mom haha. harry has truly changed my life i love him so much

enjoy!!

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yourinstagram harry gave me a disposable camera so now that’s alllll i’m gonna use

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harryfan1 the cherries 🥺

y/nfan1 ma’am why are on the floor

y/nfan2 not him giving her a camera with a symbol from a song about his ex to his new gf 😣

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harryfan2 don’t you call him baby

↳ yourinstagram WERE NOT TALKING LATELY, DONT YOU CALL HIM WHAT YOU USED TO CALL MEEEE

y/nfan3 his prettiest baby 🥺

↳ harrystyles For my prettiest baby.

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harrystyles Right back at ya.

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yourinstagram he stole my cherry camera 😡

harryfan1 i would bite him to get it back

↳ yourinstagram i tried 😔

harryfan2 she out here living that fanfiction life 😫✋

y/nfan1 ma’am it’s called kneeing him in the balls

↳ yourinstagram nah that part of him is sacred

y/nfan2 damn you horny or something?

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yourinstagram happy birthday, dimples. there are not enough words to describe how happy you make me. happy 27, oldie <3

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harryfan1 THE NICKNAME BYE THEYRE TOO CUTE

y/nfan1 lemme go cry 🥲

harryfan2 dimples omg that’s the best nickname for him

harrystyles Woman, you are not far behind don’t call me old >:(

y/nfan2 ooohhh he mad @yourinstagram what are you gonna do??

yourinstagram @harrystyles will a kiss help?

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annetwist Cuties 😘

↳ yourinstagram i miss you!!!

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harrystyles She won’t stop.

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yourinstagram it’s your fault 😁

harryfan1 i say push her into the water with ✨kindness✨

y/nfan1 okay ma’am but we need a fit check

harryfan2 i still can’t believe he’s posting about a girl i thought this day would never come

annetwist Leave her alone! 😂

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y/nfan2 oop yess anne!!

yourinstagram @annetwist call me!!!

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yourinstagram he a model or whateva

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yourinstagram that’s my fucking shirt btw

harrystyles *Hair flip*

harryfan1 humble him 😫✋

y/nfan1 his left arm is so hot

harryfan2 his curls ughh 😩

y/nfan2 it’s harry’s world we’re just living in it

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yourbff i say take all his gucci suits

harryfan3 his ego is growinggggg

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harrystyles Only lime chips they said. @yourinstagram @yourbff

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yourinstagram you didn’t even get lay’s 😩

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y/nfan1 harry you wrong for not getting lays

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harryfan1 i say his punishment is sleeping on the couch

y/nfan2 again i say...kneeing him in the balls

yourinstagram @harrystyles have you learned your lesson?

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yourinstagram oh shit gemma saw this, hiii 🥲

↳ gemmastyles Just ✨ignoring✨the comment...Hi babe I miss you come back

y/nfan1 i-

harryfan1 so we being kinky on the tl huh?

y/nfan2 i thought i was on instagram not onlyfans

harryfan2 she out here living the dream 😔✋

y/nfan3 i’m so lonely

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In which princess!Y/N wants a baby and she wants one, right now.

HELLO!!!! WELCOME BACK TO PRINCE!HARRY - or in this case now king!! in this part of the story, Y/N and harry have been married for a year and harry has been king for a couple of months! this fic contains smut and bad language!!! enjoy, my loves !!!!! <333

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Princess Y/N wanted a baby.

Y/N thought it was the right time too. Harry is now king, they’ve been married for a year and are completely settled into their home.

It seems like everywhere she looked there were children. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have a few of her own. Someone to care for, to love, to teach. Being a mother was never top of her list, she never ruled out the possibility but it just wasn’t something that was on her mind.

But then she met harry.

Harry is amazing with kids, he’s amazing with the little children in the village across from the castle and his nieces and nephews. Of course, it’s different when they’re not your own Y/N completely understands that. But seeing Harry with other children sparked something inside of her.

It’s a miracle she wasn’t pregnant after the first few months they had met. They were never careful, always too caught up in each other’s love and harry made no move to pull out — Y/N definitely wasn’t complaining though. After getting married everyone expected to them have a baby a few months after, but with harry being king the “When are the babies coming?” questions lessoned. But now that Harry is king and Y/N is done with most of her duties, people are expecting a baby.

And Y/N would like one too, preferably before winter. She had heard horror stories around the village that most babies don’t even make it to christmas. The winters are cold and almost unbearable, even if this made her seem selfish she wanted her baby to have a chance at living. Even if that meant she’d spend the whole of the summer tending to her child.

Harrys lips pressed to his wife’s forehead, bringing Y/N back to reality as she melted into his touch. She smiled up at him, placing a hand on his chest.

“Now, whats got you so worked up” Harry asked, Y/N sighed and shrugged a little embarrassed. Harry loved when she got all shy like this, it was rare because she was so confident and truly spoke her mind about most things. Harry admired her confidence and bluntness, something he lacked sometimes. But when she got all blushy and shy, it made harry go all warm inside.

“You’ll laugh at me” Y/N mumbled sitting down on the ledge of the table. They were in harry’s office, Harry liked Y/N to be present while he made decisions. She’s a smart woman, harry wouldn’t of made it this far without her. But sometimes it can get a little boring and Y/N goes off in her own world.

They really don’t like to be without each other if they can help it.

“Well, it depends what it is. Have you done something?” Harry asked placing his hands on her waist. Y/N shook her head as her hands traveled up to his shoulders, her ring glistening against his suit.

“Did you fall down the stairs again?” Harry asked and Y/N slapped his shoulder bringing her arms down over her chest.

“You said you wouldn’t bring that up again”

Harry just pressed his lips to hers, his hands coming up hold each side of face. His thumb caressed her cheek and Y/N’s hands travelled to his chest and her legs wrapped his waist pulling him in closer. Harry grunted and pulled back.

“You want me to fuck you on this desk?” Harry asked and Y/N nodded biting her lip.

She pulled his head down and bit down on his ear. “I want you to put a baby in me” She whispered and harry moved looking into her eyes. He grinned immediately kissing her.

“I’m not wearing anything underneath this dress” Y/N said, harry moaned and began to kiss down her jaw. His hand moved down to her dress pushing it up to see her thighs. Harry grinned, getting down on his knees, placing little kisses up her thighs. Harry’s hand roamed her sides, his fingertips making Y/N shiver. She bit her lip to hold in the moan, as harry moved her legs apart.

Harry began to tease Y/N, kissing right above her core. “Need your mouth” Y/N moaned, her hands coming to his hair. Y/N pulled on it, making harry groan.

“So desperate”

His stubble rubbed against her thighs, driving Y/N absolutely crazy.

“My girl, so wet for me” Harry said, as his finger ran up her slit. Y/N’s hips buckled up at him finally touching her, harry smirked to himself. Harry began to rub gentle circles on her clit, Y/N’s hips continue to buckle at the contact.

“Need your mouth, right now.”

Finally, Harry pressed his tongue against Y/N’s clit. She moaned loudly, bringing a hand up to her mouth. Harry moved away from her pussy and shook his head.

“Wanna hear you screaming for me” Harry said, Y/N nodded and then harry got back to work. He pressed his lips back to her clit, flicking it back and forth with his tongue and then wrapping his lips around it letting go of it with a pop.

“God” Y/N whimpered, leaning back on the table.

Harrys looked Y/N in the eyes as he ate her out, bringing Y/N over the edge. Harry hoisted her legs over his shoulders, as his tongue furiously licked her clit over and over again.

“I’m gonna cum” She moaned her hands gripping his hair.

Before Y/N could cum, harry turned her over on the desk. Harry pulls the dress above her waist, marvelling at the sight of her bare ass. He placed his hands over her ass cheeks, giving them a squeeze.

“I’m gonna put a baby in you”

Y/N whined and leaned on the table, turning her head slightly. “Yeah, going to cum inside me? Put a baby in me?” Y/N moaned, harry slapped her ass. Harry quickly pulled down his trousers quickly, releasing his red cock full of precum.

Harry pumped his cock a few times, before placing his cock in her dripping pussy. Harry moaned at the feeling, warm and wet. He moved his hands to Y/N’s waist, holding on tight. Y/N began to move her hips back into his cock, and you both created a good rhythm. The sounds coming from the both of them were extremely sexy, turning them both on.

“Love the way your pussy is so wet for me, it’s made for me”

Y/N nodded moaning loudly as harry pounded into her with no mercy. The desk was slamming against the ground, and Y/N is sure everyone in the house could hear them. She didn’t care though, it turned her on even more.

“Oh fuck” Y/N whimpered, as harry thrusted into his smacking her ass.

Harry began moving faster and faster, Y/N’s hips bucked up and down. She was going to cum.

“We’re going to cum at the same time, ok? Make sure we put a baby in you” Harry said.

After a few more thrusts they both cum, the climax so electric and euphoric. Y/N gasped and her legs shook, as harry continued to pound into her riding out their orgasms.

“I love baby making with you”

Y/N smiled tiredly and whined as harry moved out of her.

“Another round?”

“Surprise” - One shot

Rated: G

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The bed dipped as he slid into the sheets, lifting the covers quietly, watching your resting body in the dim moonlight for any sign of movement. He was careful, because he knew you were a light sleeper. The slightest disturbance would wake you, and he wasn’t ready to surprise you just yet. He wanted you to wake up to him the next morning, and scream your head off in excitement, covering his face with kisses. He wanted to be pounced on, and smacked a bit “why didn’t you tell me!” and pinched. He wanted you to be surprised and rested.

Taking a long breath in he slid under the blankets, clambering with his lanky clunky limbs, finding the mattress and holding his breath when his head hit the pillow. He exhaled in relief, quietly and slowly, when you had not moved a single inch. He was exhausted from the red eye flight, and frankly wanted to pass out right then and there, but he was too busy enjoying the way your nose looked in the contrasting light. And the way the little puffs of breath escaped your lips as you slumbered. He enjoyed watching you dream, your eyelids flickering a bit from time to time, and brow furrowing then relaxing in seconds. Perched on his elbow, he watched you exist. He watched your soft movements and wanted so badly to kiss your cheek.

“Ha…” escaped your lips just gently, his ears perked up, waiting for you to continue. But you shuffled and moved, rolling over to face him.

He couldn’t help himself; he had to push the hair out of your face. His fingers grazed over your soft cheek, a gentle stir stopped him, but then he continued, smiling when his fingers tucked under your ear and you sighed, a happy sigh, your lips automatically puckering like you were going in for a kiss.

Harry leaned in, tucking his face in slowly, before skimming your lips gently. He held it there for a moment carefully, then pressing his lips to yours. He held it there for a while, just feeling, not moving, your soft skin on his driving him wild. Suddenly you inhaled hard, eyes popping open and he pushed his lips back.

Your eyes adjusted and you groaned, and then sort of jumped at the figure in front of you.

“Shhh”, he skimmed his thumb over your bottom lip, “s’only me, baby”,

“Harry”, your eyes immediately started to water. You weren’t sure if this was real or a dream, but you didn’t care. Everything about him made your heart fill up and your brain go woozy. And you liked the feeling.

“Wanted to surprise you”, he said softly, “didn’ mean to wake you”, as he spoke you watched his jaw line move in the moonlight and your instincts told you to touch. Reaching out for him his lips grazed your palm, your fingers tucking a loose curl behind his ear, just like he just did to you. He watched your eyes as you made the connection that he was not in fact a dream, and pulled you close into his arms when he noticed you were going to start waking up before he wanted you to.

“Baby go back to sleep”, he said in your neck, “I’ll be here tomorrow morning… and for a long time”, he reminded you but all you wanted to do was kiss every part of his face. But your sleepiness was dominant right now, his smell and his warmth overwhelming your senses so comfortably it was like you were being hypnotized.

“Turn around”, you told him and you felt him smirk into your neck, and he softly turned in your arms that were wrapped tightly around him, pulling him close into your chest.

You nuzzled your nose into the space between his shoulder blades and took a deep breath, the smell almost enough for you to roll your eyes all the way back into your head.

He rubbed your arm and kissed your wrist, adjusting himself as you held him. You loved being the big spoon, and he loved that you loved it.

“Gon’ kiss your face all over tomorrow”, you yawned, your yawn transferring to him, causing a small squeak from his mouth and a shudder when he was done.

“Lookin’ forward to it”, he mumbled sleepily, “sleep, love”, and you pulled him close, taking one more big breath in, snuggling your perfect body pillow.

“Move”

Rating: NC-17 (smut)

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The evening was hot and muggy, the hair that you had spent hours on earlier today when Harry announced that he wanted to go on a date that evening starting to stick to your now sweaty neck, regret filling your mind about how long it took, and how it will probably go up in some sort of hair tie pretty soon. Trying to find relief you tilted your head backwards and let the strands dangle to the middle of your back, swaying your head back and forth gently to let any type of air in the thick humidity hit the back of your neck. Your eyes slid closed for a minute when air hit your neck, shivers running up your spine. For a minute you thought it was pure luck, like the heavens were listening, but a split-second later you realized you knew where this stream of air was coming from. Your eyes opened halfway and you looked to your right, to the source of the air, and they landed on a set of perfect raspberry red lips, wet from the drink he was sipping on in a shape of an O.

“You don’t happen to have a hair tie, do you?” you groaned and bit your lip, glancing at the top of his head that was still adoring his Dunkirk hair, the shaved bits were now growing back into his beautiful curls. They were not long enough for him to pile any sort of tiny bun on his head, but you still had hope. For a month or two after he chopped it off for charity and it was buzzed for the movie, there was still a hair tie lingering in his pocket or on his wrist out of pure instinct and familiarity. It took him another two months to figure out that he wouldn’t need one, finally ditching them. You thought that maybe if he was growing it back, the hair ties would come back.

He glanced at his wrist, brows pulled together as his arm twisted around and he pouted out, shoving his hand in one pocket, then the other one. He looked at you with sorrow in his face, grabbing at your locks and wrapping them in a circle between his index and thumb finger. Leaning in he blew another stream of air on your neck, the pressure of the wind getting closer until you felt his lips on your skin.

“Think you look gorgeous”, his nose skimmed the side of your neck, letting your hair fall back down and his hand snaked over the back of your neck. It was cold from him holding his drink and you let out an approving sigh, your head lulling back in search for more. He was still planting wet kisses on your neck and rubbed his thumb on your skin, one more sweet kiss before he pulled away.

“Ugh” you grumbled and dipped into your small purse, in search of any relief, a rubber band would do right now. You wouldn’t care if it pulled at your roots or broke it, you were about to ask the waitress at the bar for a knife to cut it all off. Taking a deep breath in when you closed your purse, you moved your huge mane of hair to one side of your shoulder, letting it cascade down the front of your chest.

“Sorry, love”, his hand moved down the center of your back, rubbing circles on your spine, “all the more reason for me to grow mine back”, his smile was halfway on his face, sipping at his ‘Old Jamaican’ drink he was so insistent on, because “We always have rum and coke, love. We are in Jamaica, we are trying something new, right?”

“Can think of another reason why”, you smirked and took a small sip from your drink, knowing he was thinking about it when his hand paused for a minute on your back.

“The first night I had this you told me it was easier to pull on”, he smirked and took another sip, his lips curling over his teeth as he swallowed, “less tangles for you to get stuck in when I’m eatin’ you” he said so blasé and monotone you wanted to ignore the tingle between your legs, but he had this power over you. Of course you two were best friends and did basically everything together, and he turned you on as much as you made him crazy, but he was just talking right now, and you should not be pressing your thighs together. There was nothing sexual in his tone but the way he lookedright now – all tanned from being on the beach and doing nothing else all week, and smelling like coconut, alcohol and him – it was driving you into thoughts you should not be having.

Before you could say anything, the club that Damian Marley was playing at started to fill drastically, people packing in all around you and you were both stuck in the middle, dirty thoughts subsided when you started chatting with a woman next to you. She was nice, and charming, and you thought nothing more than a sweet stranger until she took a couple of glances up at Harry. Her eyes sparkled and flickered back down to you, as if you didn’t see it. Your jealousy shouldn’t be spiked but you’ve had a drink now and you were ready to throw punches if needed.

“Harry, love”, you turned to him after pausing your conversation with the stranger, rubbing your hands up the thin fabric of his sleeveless baggy shirt. Glancing up at him you made yourself known to the woman behind you when you kissed his jaw, rubbing your hand over his stomach.

“Mmmm?” he moaned in approval at your lips touching his face, half lidded eyes peering down at you.

“Can you get me another drink?” you held up your now empty glass (you gulped it down after a jealous conversation) , peering up at him.

“Course”, he kissed your temple and took your empty glass, “don’t go far”, he turned on his heel and nodded to the woman next to you, swiftly moving towards the bar between people. It was like he was Moses parting the red sea; people just parted for him like he wasn’t asking.

The crowd started to move in a bit more, you turned to look over your shoulder to find Harry because the ‘holding his place’ thing was getting a bit too much since people were starting to give you the side eye. But you found Harry’s eyes quickly and he smiled just a bit at you, holding the drinks steady in his hands. Again, he wasn’t even asking but people just seemed to move for him without the slightest bit of anger.

“Here ya go, pretty lady”, he handed you your drink held up his, and you joined him in a friendly ‘cheers’ clink of your glasses. The both of you took a sip and smiled at each other, your hand running through his hair.

“You look so handsome”, you said over your glass.

“Shush”, he grabbed your wrist and held a kiss to the bottom of your palm, the woman who was behind you must have been eyeballing him because he glanced her way, then back down at you, smirking – a laugh coming from his nose and hitting your skin.

“Don’t think your new friend likes us very much”, he let go of your wrist and your hand traveled down his toned chest, resting on his navel.

“You look so fuckin’ beautiful”, his eyes traveled from your head slowly, scanning your neck that he’s left so many love bites on, the shoulders he bites and massages, your chest, stopping at your breasts and he bit his lip.

“Perv” you stifled out a laugh and turned towards the stage, but his eyes were still burning into you. He reached your ass and then – what was that?

His eyes searched through the slit of your dress, just to look at that again. What was that? Was it a tattoo? A gold tattoo? Of a … sparrow? On your thigh? He needed to see this. Needed to see a bit of territory that was his now marked with something that piqued his interest. When did she put this on, and was it there for him to find it?

He started to reach down with his fingers when the lights turned all the way off; the only lights that turned back on were on the stage. People started to cheer and so did you, your hands cupping your mouth when you let out an approving and excited squeal.

He wanted nothing more than to watch you now, watch you sing along and dance, and to hold you in front of him when a slow song came on. He wanted to enjoy this concert because it was a fucking Marley and this was once in a lifetime, but he was not forgetting the flash of gold on your thigh that caught his eye. He was going to enjoy this concert and the fact that he was not known at all here in Jamaica, and how good of a time you two were having on vacation. Taking a sip of his drink he followed you with your approving yells when Damian came out, followed by a few other people. The concert started and he was distracted, but not enough to look for this hidden gem later on.

Four songs in and the entire venue was filled with people, traces of lingering cannabis smoke which made you a bit dizzy when mixed with your already intoxicated self, Damian on stage going between songs and just straight up jamming with the band like right now, where it was so packed that you were forced to stand in front of Harry. His hands had snaked down to your waist as to hold on to you if you were to walk away he wouldn’t lose you, but you have no idea where you would go in this atmosphere, and you didn’t want to go anywhere. Your head lulled back onto his chest during a particularly slower song, his hands wrapping their way around your sweaty stomach, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Harry”, you reached up and wrapped your hand around the back of his neck, sweat covering your palm as you rubbed the smooth skin.

“Sweetheart”, he kissed up your neck, little nibbles and licks here and there.

“Love you”, you reminded him, and even though it was a drunk thought, it was a real thought. And he knew that.

“Someone’s having a good time”, he hummed and smiled against your skin, pulling your sweaty back to his chest. He swayed with you for a while and you kept your hand on his neck, the two of you safely intertwined into the music, and each other. It was something you never wanted to get sick of, and somewhere you always wanted to be. No matter how hot and sweaty you were, or how your makeup was probably dripping and your hair a frizz ball, he was enamored still, and that made you fall even harder for him. You had to face him, you had to kiss his lips, and let him know how much you really, really, felt about him.

Turning around your eyes met his, his lids at half mass under his glossy and slightly red eyes which brought out the green even harder. He studied your face for a minute and bit his lip in curiosity as you played with the sweaty pieces of hair on the back of his neck. You wanted to drink him in, to soak up this moment – the moment you knew you really truly realized you had handed over your heart to him.

“S’matter”, he slurred out of those beautifully wet red lips, one eyebrow shot up out of curiosity.

“Just… love you”, you brushed the top of his sweaty head, “probably forever”, and before he could have a chance to respond, and before you could look into his eyes for a response of any kind, your lips sank onto his. He accepted quickly, his hands snaking into the soaking locks until he was able to grip the back of your head, a handful of hair wound through his fist lightly, tugging gently. He had better leverage this way, and he was able to explore more skin

His lips parted from yours and he inhaled, attacking your jugular and kissing sweetly down your neck.

“So much”, he slurred under his drunkenly high state, “love you”, he said it backwards, but you knew he meant it.

It felt like hours that the two of you were embracing this long. You were quite literally shoulder to shoulder with seven or eight other people who were just as into their own thing as you were. No one was paying attention to anyone, the vibe was so relaxed, so raw, and under these lights, in this heat, with these vibes – it was also unmistakably sexy.

The band started to pick up from the random jam, a small beat coming through. It was slow at first, but when Damian started to chant something about his father, you were woken from your trance. You hadn’t noticed that you were now gripping onto Harry like your life absolutely depended on it, your cheek pressed up against his chest so hard that you probably caused a red mark to form. You blinked a bit and licked your lips, wiggling a bit.

You also hadn’t noticed that Harry’s hands had got considerably closer to your bum, the heat from the evening sticking his palms on your dress. You didn’t notice that he was fiddling with the fabric on your dress, and you reallydidn’t notice that he was holding you steady – with one leg between your legs. You felt your entire body get hot when you came to your senses and could feel everything again. You could smell him, his sweat mixed with him and his cologne, along with the vibrations of his chest when he hummed along.

The overwhelming sense of the button on his jeans was rubbing dangerously close to your slick core, his thigh pressing just slightly up in-between your legs every other time his soft sways leaned all of his weight on one leg. Trembling, you realized you needed more. Your hands traveled from his neck down to his back, until it rested on his lower back.

He stilled when your fingers pressed into the back of his jeans, pulling him closer into your chest. Wordless, you glanced up at him and he looked down at you like it was in slow motion. Lifting your leg, you watched his eyes and he inhaled through his teeth when you properly mounted yourself flush on the thick of his thigh muscle, pressing down a bit.

Just then you heard what was going on behind you. The band was playing a melody that egged you on even farther. It was reggae but it was in true Damian form with a harder rock undertone, the bass driving you both insane. You sat up against him and he pulled you up by the waist, his hand around your thigh, thumb rubbing on the gold sparrow he had found earlier. It was sweaty and falling off a bit from his contact, but he was still very intrigued.

“Did you want me to find this, little one? Wearing one of my tattoos on your thigh so daddy could find it?” he growled into your ear and the moment he said ‘daddy’, you knew, for a fact, you were fucked.

“Want you to fuck it off of me”, you said unto his ear and he only shifted harder forward, guiding your hips so that you were bucking into a rhythm onto his thigh, whimpers leaving your mouth as your clit rubbed against his thigh bone. His hand snaked around the back of your head and he pulled again, this time a little harder, exposing your neck to him. One arm was gripping your thigh, the other on your head as he pulled you closer, attaching his lips to your neck.

“Want everyone to see you fuckin’ my thigh? Hmmm? Dirty girl you are…” he groaned when your other leg brushed against his length as you rubbed up again, pressing your core so hard onto his leg it was almost painful, “get wha’ you need, little one… then I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’ be able to move”, he challenged, biting the bottom of your ear.

“Harry… oh god”, you gasped out and he held your head back, his lips removed from your skin.

“Wanna watch you cum all over my leg”, he bit his bottom lip and peered down at you, watching you rock back and forth, not sure if the moisture that already formed was from his sweat or from your own desires – but the thought of the smell of sex in the air with people in such close proximity made you climb to your high quickly, a whimper and a squeal leaving your lips. He kissed you then, deep and passionate, wrapping the other arm around you, biting your lip as he pulled away, taking it with him.

“Not too loud, kitten”, he pressed, “don’t want to get caught, do you?” his thumb brushed up against your bottom lip and you shook your head no. He was still gripping the back of your head and your hands pressed against his hard chest, digging into the fabric that covered his flesh when you felt yourself shake.

“Ride me harder”, he pulled you close and kissed your jaw, his other hand flush on your ass, now.

“Harry!” you squealed breathlessly when he pressed his thigh up harder onto you, your slow and rhythmic grinding became static and short, fistfuls of his shirt in your hands as you came undone, gurgling and sputtering out his name, burying your face until his chest.

“Got m’leg all wet”, he pressed a kiss into your cheek, “these are expensive jeans, and you made a mess on the ground”, he had both of his hands on your ass now, palming at the soft flesh.

You shook for a few seconds later, inhaling and exhaling and he held you close with both arms, the grip on your hair was now focused on the grip on your back and you took one more grind forward to press your leg into his hard erection, your palm snaking down to the front of his jeans, rubbing against it in pure lust.

“Please”, you trembled one more time, the aftershock of riding on him in public, and having a wild orgasm in public making you dizzy.

“Not here, love”, he glanced around and even though no one was looking, and you were pretty sure no one would give a single fuck if he went up on stage and fucked you right in front of Damian, he was still very much Harry Styles, and he was always cautious.

“C’mon”, he turned around and crouched down, his palms flat and up towards you and he mentioned a “come here” with his fingers. You climbed on his back as best as you could, tossing the sticky hair off of your back and finding somewhere to grab him to hang on for dear life.

He skillfully left the club with you around his waist, dodging people left and right. Your head was ducked into the space between his shoulder blades when he stopped, straightening his body so you could slide off once you were outside of the club. He wasted no time grabbing you by the wrist and pulling down the street to the four –story parking lot. Once his hand hit the door to the stairs, he closed it quickly and jumped up one flight, pressing your back up against the cold mint colored wall.

His lips found yours hungrily, the air between the two of you was just as hot, maybe even hotter than the Jamaican humidity. The rum mixed with his absolute burning desire on his lips was enough for you to come again then and there, your sweat drenched bodies sticking together when he came up for air. One hand was on the wall next to your head, the other fiddling with the slit on your dress. His fingers once again found the sparrow, he glanced at it and it was halfway gone.

“Not fucked enough yet, I guess”, he kissed up your neck, sucking at a spot you knew was going to show a serious bruise tomorrow. He continued to work on your neck and he didn’t notice that you were hooking your thumb into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down. The red lace trailed down your thighs and he let go of your neck when you bent just a bit, his eyes flashing red down to your movements.

“Did you want to do this?” you stopped and raised an eyebrow, knowing very well he could probably take these off with one rip of his enormous hands.

He just glared and bit his lip at the red lace now falling over the gold sparrow, taking a step back to allow you to climb out of your red panties. He watched you, adjusting his length, toss them down the stairwell, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him with all the life you had in you.

He dragged you up another flight, kissing you up the wall, stumbling upstairs, his hand at one point snaked under your dress slit and he pressed you up against another stairwell landing, his fingers trailing up your folds.

“Jesus”, he strained out, your little moans as he hit your clit made his eyes go wild. He looked absolutely perfect. He was prickling sweat on his hairline – the sweat on his arms making his tattoos pop, the little trickles falling down his chin you wanted to lick at and taste for days. He was wild with lust, eyes everywhere – almost fully black. His lips were bright red from sucking and biting and curse words, the sweat on the top of his lip was begging to be sucked off.

His hips thrust up in-between your legs – his erection rubbing up against your slick folds he created earlier from his thigh. He grunted into your neck and you pressed your chest to his, wrapping your leg around him so he could get closer. He rutted up his erection a few more times, dry fucking you until he was relieved.

Suddenly the downstairs door opened; a loud crowd spilled through and you were forced to stop. You both heard the curious voices of men shouting about red panties, the jealously in his face hardened when he figured out that they were probably going to smell them.

“S’mine”, he reminded you, “what bloody floor are we on”, he checked the number next to the door you were standing next to, a big faded number “2” marked the concrete.

“Three”, you huffed, his dry pursuits earlier leaving you breathless and needing a hell of a lot more.

“Don’t worry doll, you’ll get more”, he kissed and sucked your neck and before the loud crew rounded the corner to your floor, he pulled you up the stairs by the wrist, until you reached the third floor door. He looked around quickly for his big shiny black rented range rover – a click to the small button in his pocket signaled the doors unlocking with flashing lights about four cars away.

He nearly sprinted to it when it was found, the adrenaline running through you both as you found the car. He pushed you up against it, your sweaty back hitting the cool window as he hiked your dress up, another attempt at a dry fuck.

“Harry”, you stopped him, “just fuck me”, he gets like this sometimes. When he’s gotta fuck you so back, so hard, he forgets sometimes that he can – and he forgets that wherever he is, there is always going to be a private space right under his nose.

“Right”, he rolled his sweaty forehead against yours, kissing your nose sweetly in all of the noise of his head. Peeling himself off of you he opened the door to the back seat, hoisting you up onto the cool leather seat by your waist.

“Wait”, you held a finger to his chest and turned your body just enough so he was looking at the golden zipper that fell all the way down your black dress. He bit his lip and sweetly moved your hair to one side of your shoulder, his fingers pinching the little round gold pebble of the zipper on the top, slowly making his descent on your back. With every new inch of skin, his lips were not far behind. Kiss after goosebumps leaving kiss, his fingers finally found the base of the zipper, planting several sweaty kisses there until he pulled away. You turned to face him, his expression had changed from lust to pure adoration, worshiping your body with just one look.

“Quit it”, you blushed, “get over here and fuck me”, you grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into the car, his legs leaving the ground once he was fully inside. He kissed you hard and deep, his hand under your dress, motioning for you to take it off. Breaking the kiss he got up, shutting the door behind him. Your hands followed his bicep, biting your lip as you watched him turn on the engine and rolling down the windows just a hair, shutting it back off.

He finally settled next to you again, quickly helping you peel out of your dress. What he found next made him stop dead in his tracks. You were warm, and sweaty, and from the previous excursion in the stairwell – naked. His lips quickly attached to your nipples, cupping and grabbing at them, his entire body flat against yours as he pinned you up against the seat.

You grabbed at the bottom of his shirt, signaling to him to take it off. He obliged, breaking his kiss on your collarbone, licking at the sweat before pulling the sticky fabric off his body. Your hands immediately flew to his back, scratching and rubbing, reveling in worship filled kisses to your naked body.

One of your palms snaked in-between the two of you, finding his erection pressing up against his jeans. You barely touched the surface and he inhaled a sharp gasp of breath, lips pursed together and his eyes squeezed shut.

“Don’… fuck… need to…, but.. din’t bring a condom…” he deflated for a minute and you grinned, his expression went clueless as you he watched you smile.

“Baby”, you kiss his chin, “we’ve been together for three years”, you remind him sweetly. Even though it’s been three years, it’s felt like three seconds. Every single minute of this relationship with harry was pure bliss, even when you did have your screaming at each other fits. Neither of you strayed, even when there was that one week that the two of you needed to just get away from each other.

“Wha’… wha… can’t… wha?” he was blabbering and you ran your fingers over his sweet lips, smiling and pressing a peck to them.

“I’m on birth control, you know that. The past year. I want to feel you, baby,” you chewed on his ear lobe, “I want you to feel how wet you make me”, he stopped momentarily and pressed his lips together.

“Fuckin’ love you, bird”, he rubbed the outside of your folds with his fingers, watching you intently un-button his jeans. You were able to get half of his zipper down and failed the other half, your hand diving into his pants, palming over his boxer-brief covered erection, feeling the sticky spot that had already formed from the previous attempts to get some relief.

He sat up momentarily just to zip down what was left of his zipper, hooking his fingers into his jeans. One knee was propped on the seat between the back rest and your knee, the other leg holding him up on the floor. From this angle you could see every curve, ripple, and highlight of his perfect chest. You took a minute to run your hands over it, your fingers dipping into the “V” on the sides of his hips. He was perfect, and soft, and yours.

“Now you quit it”, he bit his bottom lip and he pulled at his boxer briefs and for a minute you lost your breath, watching his erection spring free, his hand gripping the base of his shaft. You wanted so badly to taste the top of his head that was disappearing and reappearing over the skin he was pumping, but you were actually aching and needed him to relieve you. Plus, you wanted, no, needed to feel him raw inside of you for the first time.

“Shit”, he pinched the skin on the tips of his nose, “gonna cum just thinkin’ about bein’ bare inside of you”, he looked up at the ceiling like he needed to regroup, his hand left his erection and he rubbed his face with both of his hands, your hands left his body and you waited, as long as it took, for him to get where he needed to be.

You shifted your body on the leather seats and draped your leg off to one side on the floor, biting your lip. After a beat his hand found his shaft again and he looked considerably calmer, but still had that animal look in his eye like he was going to absolutely rip you to shreds.

Finally, he was hovering over you, peppering kisses on your mouth, collarbone, and down to your breasts, returning up to your mouth. He grabbed the leg that you had swung over the side and held it firm, positioning himself at your entrance. He wrapped his arm around your back, the tension boiling up inside of you.

“Ready?” He was ready to pound into you, but he was also always worried that you would say no. He always asked permission, no matter what. No matter how many times you told him to just fuck you, he still asked.

“Yes, please”, you took a sharp intake of breath and he pushed in, the both of you groaning. He pushed all the way, until your hips snapped together, holding you there for just a minute.

“So… wet…” he murmured.

This was new. This was…. Fucking incredible. It was like the heavens erupted and you were in a euphoric trance. He was so big and every single ripple, vein, curve, was felt by the clenching of your bare walls. Skin to skin, bodies so close together, you swear you could cry from the overwhelming emotion of being this close to someone you love so much… with every single inch of your heart.

“Always this warm? Christ…. Fuckin… no more condoms”, he started a simple small rhythm, something for you to both enjoy on your first time going completely bare. The car started to rock just a bit but not enough for people to realize what was happening, just yet.

“Never”, you smiled and grabbed the back of his neck, a single tear leaving your eyes, trailing down to your ears. You were blissfully happy, blissfully in love – even covered in sweat and probably smelled like alcohol and smoke. This was something you wanted to engrain into your mind for the rest of your life.

He started picking up his pace, quick, deep thrusts that made you call out a bit. His body was pressed up to yours, sweaty chest to sweaty chest. He was kissing you with every new thrust, his eyes half lidded as he was in complete fucked out bliss, exploring your new feelings with every inch of his mind, knowing that he was memorizing you as well.

Suddenly, he really started to give it to you. Quick, pulsing movements, rocking you so hard that you started to move up against the seat, your back now halfway against the door. Your hands flew up to the window, grabbing for any kind of air as he pounded into you relentlessly, his little grunts and moans making your eyes roll back.

“Harry!” you screamed, it was a blood curdling, attention grabbing scream – and he stopped his movements immediately.

The both of you didn’t know that the parking lot was full of people, and the two of you stopped short when you heard a knock at the blacked out windows.

“Yeh alright, man?” a man’s voice asked curiously from the other side of the window. Harry pulled you back down to the seat, never leaving your heat. His head hid in your neck.

“Shhh baby gonna get yourself caught gettin’ fucked bare”, two of his sweaty fingers dipped into your mouth and you sucked in hard, his pace never slowed.

“Just excited about somethin’, she’s fine”, harry called out to the man on the other side. He peeked up and saw a shadow, “answer him baby”, he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and you tried to stifle out a scream as the head of him rubbed your insides hard and fast.

He got up a bit and moved your leg back down to the floor, pounding quickly into you but not enough to rock the car.

“Fine, just fine!” you squealed at the last part, “Just happy!” You croaked and started to spasm, your orgasm so close, “harry please stop until he leaves, I’m going to cum so hard”, you grabbed for his chest and scratched at it, begging for mercy.

“Nope”, that only drove him harder, finding a pace that was solid and fluid.

Your mouth fell open and eyes flew back into your head. All you can remember was Harry’s salty palm clapping over your mouth and you screamed through your lips that were pressed tightly together. Your orgasm fell on top of you like a ton of bricks, and there was no indication of him letting up anytime soon. He rubbed your clit with two fingers, pressing into your sensitive button hard.

“One more” he rasped out.

“Can’t… harry… can’t” you shivered at the contact of his fingers on your clit.

“Can”, he egged you on, pulling a nipple between his teeth, “can, you can, want you to drip off m’cock”, by this point you were a puddle, limp under him, boneless and noodle like.

He had to hold you close, his big strong arm around your back and he held you tightly so you wouldn’t slip off the leather and crash to the floor.

“Oh God”, you gasped almost immediately, grabbing at his shoulders in surprise.

“Tha’s it”, he hummed, “knew you could”, you gasped, inhaling and exhaling harshly, pushing on his shoulders but he was going nowhere.

“Fuckkkkkkkkk”, you let out a groan, deep in your throat, as your third orgasm fell over your entire body. You were so wet, drenching your thighs and his stomach, shivering and shaking under him, stuttering out nonsense. He kissed you with a smirk on his lips, slowing his thrusts a bit.

“Such a good girl”, he praised you and kissed your neck, “knew you could”, he held you steady until he felt your strength fall back into your bones, your breathing returning to normal. You kissed his neck and pushed at his shoulder, his eyebrow cocked in curiosity.

“Up”, you whispered, “your turn”.

He pulled you up with him, never leaving your heat, his back up against the seat and you were strattling him, knowing exactly how to get him off. You glanced over his shoulder and saw a mass of people leaving clubs, talking and yelling and laughing amongst themselves.

“We’re gonna get found out if you holler”, you warned, “so many people could watch you getting fucked right now, baby”, you said on his lips, grinding down balls deep on him.

“Jesus”, his palms dug into his eyes, tossing his head back.

You clenched around him and he yelped, now it was your turn to put your fingers in his mouth.

He hollowed his cheeks and glared at you, his hips bucking up to meet your deep grinds.

“C’mon baby… wanna see that cum drip out of my pussy” you reminded him that he was indeed bare, and that he was going to see his cum leak from it pretty soon. The thought of it sent his mind into a haze and he gulped, bucking up into you harder.

“Clench one mo’ time,” he smacked your ass and you clenched, “ah, here it comes”, you sat all the way down on him and ground your hips as far as you could go, not moving as you felt him grunt and hold you tight, his orgasm flying through his body, electric waves sparking the tips of his outstretched toes.

“Fuck”, he hissed, “fuck..”

Wave, after wave, after wave of his cum spurt up into you and you held yourself tightly down on him, clenching around him a couple of times. His head tipped back and you kissed his Adams apple as it bobbed in his throat, watching him come undone. Piece by piece, starting from his head, to his eyes, to his lips, chin, neck, shoulders, chest, abdomen, stomach, pelvis, all the way down to his toes – he was shooting inside of you for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally, he took a deep breath and you noticed it – he had brought his head back up, his eyes red and glossy. He had been fucked to tears.

“Oh baby”, you smiled and kissed each eyelid, wiping at the bottoms of his eyes, kissing the salty liquid away.

“So good t’me”, he kissed your lips so sweetly, your own eyes starting to mist.

For a minute you just sat there after he pulled out, holding each other. Your head was on his shoulder, your finger tracing mindless heart patterns on his sparrows and his butterfly, tracing over the “G” on his shoulder.

“What the hell was in those drinks”, he finally giggled, kissing you and moving you to the side, getting up. You watched his bare backside lean over and pull up the windows, turning the air-conditioning on full blast, turning off the headlights of the car. You sighed in relief, head pressed back to the headrest. He came back with two water bottles from the center console from earlier that day when the two of you were exploring the outdoors of Jamaica on foot.

He came back to you and reached into the back, pulling out the giant beach blanket he had that was under your beach chairs. It was sandy and warm, but he pulled it over the both of you just enough to let the air fall on both of you as well.

You snuggled close to his chest, your back against it, his arm around your breasts and he held you close. He opened a water bottle and put it up to your mouth, you grabbed it and downed the bottle in a total of .2 seconds. He did the same to his, tossing both of them to the back of the car.

“God I think my balls are empty”, he joked after a minute of silence, and you giggled.

You just kissed his wrist, playing with his fingers.

“Hey”, he said seriously, kissing your head.

“Mmm?” you hummed sleepily, a happy yawn leaving your lips.

“You meant what you said about lovin’ me forever?” he asked and you stopped, your eyes popped open.

“I – well, yeah but, I – alcohol, s’just… I mean…” he hushed you with a kiss to your hair, over and over.

“Din’t give me a chance to respond”, he giggled, “too busy kissing me”, he licked his lips and picked up your left hand, fiddling with the skin on your fourth finger.

“Don’ have a ring… and this isn’t romantic, but, uh…I think, no positive I could love you forever”… he gulped, “if you’ll let me”.

“Oh harry” your eyes welled up and you took the rest of your energy to turn to him, tackling him down to the seat, an “oof” leaving his chest as you landed on him.

“Yes, yes, yes”, you kissed him and started to cry, with the biggest, brightest smile on your face that almost hurt.

“Yeah? You’ll be m’wife?” you pulled him closer and started to sob, kissing every single inch of his face.

“If you’ll be my husband”, you pulled the blanket over the both of you, collapsing on his chest.

“Forever and ever”, he was rubbing your back sweetly, the two of you talked until you cooled off, falling asleep in the happiest state you have ever been in.

daddy!harry fucking you awake in the morning, your laying on your stomach with Harry’s hand holding you down on your lower back pounding into you. When you wake up your a moaning mess trying to grind your ass back into his cock trying to match his rhythm he then ask “you like daddy using your little body like this for his own pleasure don’t you princess? “And all you can do is nod and try to form a sentence but your so overwhelmed with wanting to cum you can’t , all you can do is moan.

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Hell of a Morning

A/N: here’s that demon!harry thing i’d been working on for a while and finally finished!! :D 

word count: 8.5k

content/warnings: smut bruh heheh

Y/N gasps lightly when she feels Harry’s hips shift against her behind, the cold air rushing into her lungs causing her breathing to stutter. One of Harry’s thighs has somehow moved to be pressed right up against the center of her bum, resulting in her spine shuttering.

She swallows thickly, her eyes glazing over as she continues to stare at the simmering concoction she has in the pot below her, but she can feel Harry’s evilly delighted gaze burning into her temple. She clears her throat quietly before speaking, just to make sure her voice doesn’t come out as an embarrassing croak. “Your thigh’s kinda…uhm…poking me?”

Y/N closes her eyes in mortification as she hears him snort a laugh at her expense, his head shaking in mild condescending glee at how uncomfortable she’s acting because he knows how much she actually loves his teasing. She momentarily weighs drowning herself with the liquid in the pot because thighs don’t poke. That’s common sense.

It couldn’t possibly get worse, she would assume. But of course she’s mistaken.

Harry leans his head forward a bit to the point where his hot mouth is brushing across the shell of her cold ear, the ridges of the rosy skin causing her shoulders to jitter at the feathery sensation. When he speaks, the breath of his whisper washes warm and sticky across the side of her neck and across the curve of her jaw, his tone suggestive and heavily amused.

“That’s not my thigh, darling.”

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