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How about DI Harry with a breeding kink 👀

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Harry was acting… strange.

You thought it was because his friends’ newborn baby had been quite fussy while you were out for lunch, and maybe it’d irritated him. He’d wanted you to meet them and so you arranged to meet at this quaint little café, sitting out at the terrace, but his poor friends had to take turns trying to pacify the baby the whole time, even left briefly taking turns walking around with him for a while only to have him start crying the minute they put him back down in his pram.

At one point, they’d even joked saying maybe you should try holding him just to try out your luck, and although you’d been reluctant to do so, having had no experience with babies ever since your brother, what with your significant age gap, when you took the baby in your arms it stopped crying for some inexplicable reason.

Harry even helped you hold him properly, positioned the baby so that you were supporting his head while you held him to your chest and then he just… went silent for the rest of the lunch date.

You hadn’t even really noticed it, because now that the baby was content napping in your arms, and his parents could finally grab a bite to eat and talk to Harry (or at Harry, considering his silence), you couldn’t find it in yourself to try and put him back in the pram. And if you were being honest, it felt quite nice. He was warm and chubby and he smelled like newborn baby, and as long as he didn’t drool or, worse, throw up on you, you found you quite enjoyed holding him.

At one point he eventually opened his eyes and you thought he was going to start crying again but you just smiled at him and he seemed to like it. He reached out for a strand of your hair and you gently unclasped his little fist from it, because you knew he’d eventually start yanking it, you’d seen him doing it to his mother, but as soon as he let go of your hair he grabbed onto your index finger and you were surprised at the force he had when he squeezed it.

He eventually lost interest in that too, and his eyes landed on something much more appealing to him. He let go of your finger, and you were thankful for it- it was already tingling, the blood flow slowly recovering- but then when you felt his clammy little hand yank at your cleavage you gasped as he pulled it down far enough to expose your lacey bra.

His mom immediately ran to your aid, and everyone made light of the situation joking that he’d seen your cleavage and remembered it was supper time- everyone but Harry, that is, who just sat and looked at you funny.

So now, after the car ride that had been unusually quiet, you flinched when you heard him shut the front door with a loud thud, having used more force than necessary. You didn’t get to turn around before he bent to your ear from behind you, his voice low “I want you to go to the bedroom and wait for daddy like a good girl, ok, baby?”

You nodded, not daring to turn around, you knew better than to do anything else other than what he’d told you to whenever he was in this mood.

You rushed to the bedroom, stopped by the ensuite real quick to freshen up a bit, then stripped down to your lingerie since he always wanted to be the one to take it off of you. You then got under the covers and waited for him, mindful not to touch yourself under any condition. Those were the rules.

You hadn’t expected him to want to play, he’d seemed so off that you were sure he was going to tell you how lunch had been tiring what with all the baby’s crying, but as soon as you’d gotten into the car he just turned on the radio and the first words he’d spoken had been those he’d used earlier, instructing you to go wait for him in the bedroom.

You always loved it when he got more dominant than usual, and judging by the tone in his voice he was definitely in a mood.

By the time he reached the bedroom, he’d already unbuttoned his shirt and he took it off while approaching the bed, his hands going for his belt next.

“Is my baby all comfy?” his words were sweet but the sharp edge to his voice was anything but

You nodded, bracing yourself on your elbows and watching him get fully naked. He was so hard, it almost looked painful.

“What did I tell you about using your words?”

Your eyes widened, his deep harsh voice snapping you out of your reverie “Sorry, daddy! I got lost for a moment there… looking at you… you’re so hot” you squirmed under the blanket

He grabbed the duvet and yanked it off you in one swift motion, earning a squeal. The smirk on his face made you relax a bit, but you were still on edge, you always were when he was like this

He straddled you, his thighs on either side of your torso, holding you in place. His cock was right there, proud and leaking in front of you. You could’t help but whimper needily

“What’s the matter, baby? See something you like?”

“Please, daddy, can I touch you?”

“No. No, today daddy wants to bury himself deep inside of that tight little cunt of yours. Wanna make it last, so no, you don’t get to touch me. All you gotta do is be a good little slut for daddy and let me do what I please with you, hm? My little pillow princess. How’s that sound?”

“I”ll have you any way you want, daddy. Love your cock”

“Gonna play with you a bit first. I love every bit of you. Look at those perfect tits. Take’em out for me, will you, baby?”

You made quick work of your bra and threw it to the side, then Harry grabbed you from under your arms and maneuvered you so that you were straddling him now in turn “I love it when you dangle them over my face like this, wanna suck at them all day long and never get tired. Want you to smother me with them. Fucking perfect” he groaned licking at your breasts holding them together in front of him and kneading them in his hands as he sucked on each nipple at a time. You tried your best to keep your balance over him but eventually you had to hold onto the headboard as he feasted on you. It felt so good that it made your knees buckle, but for once you cursed how tall he was because you were sitting over his butterfly tattoo, and instead, you wished you could grind over his cock while he was doing that.

“Love how your nipples get all swollen after I play with them” he pulled back a bit and just stared at them while he ran his thumbs over the buds. He then cleared his throat and glanced at you before staring back at your breasts adoringly “Can I tell you something?”

It wasn’t usual for him to turn all vulnerable while you played around, so you stiffened a bit, wondering what was prompting his change in demeanor “Of course”

“I just… can’t get it out of my mind, the way the baby tugged at your shirt. How perfect you looked holding him to your chest like that. Couldn’t help but imagine you nursing your own baby. Your breasts overflowing with milk… Is that weird?”

“Why would it be weird? It’s natural for men to get turned on by the prospect of a woman being fertile”

“And you’re definitely fertile” he glanced up at you again, his eyes hooded and his pupils visibly enlarged. He was really getting worked up over this “Don’t freak out. It’s just… hypothetical”

“I’m not freaking out” you were quick to reassure him. Besides, you weren’t hating the idea. Hypothetically. You bit your lower lip “Can I tell you something, too?”

He was quick to nod, the lust in his eyes was making it difficult to concentrate. He was still playing with your breasts, caressing them and tugging at your nipples from time to time and you couldn’t help but grind against his butterfly tattoo, desperate for some friction but you tried to word what you were about to say in a way that wouldn’t freak him out “Sometimes… when you cum deep inside of me, and you keep pumping it back inside of me… and then fuck me all over again…” he groaned while you were talking and you almost forgot what you were about to say, but you blinked rapidly, trying to gather your thoughts “I… I sometimes wish you would knock me up, make it catch. Mark me as yours…”

“Fuck, Y/N!” he almost cut you off

“Don’t freak out!”

“I’m not freaking out” he grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you close to his face as he scooted upwards meeting you half way “You think I don’t think about that? Fuck! I think about it all the fucking time” he lounged for your mouth then, his tongue already searching for yours before your lips could even touch properly. You moaned into his mouth and he rolled you over, hovering over you “Do you really think about it, too?”

You bit your lower lip again, you could barely feel the sting after how ardently he’d kissed you “Yeah, I do. I’ve no plans to get off the pill anytime soon, so I know it’s not actually going to happen, but a part of me just… pushes aside all logic in the heat of the moment and wishes you’d…”

“Make you mine. In every sense of the word”

Your breath hitched “Fuck, Harry. Why does that sound so hot?”

He groaned “You’re fucking perfect, you know that? I’ve been meaning to tell you about how I fantasize about putting a baby in you for the longest time, but I didn’t want to freak you out”

“You’re not” you reassured him again “Because I know exactly what makes you feel like that. It’s primal. And it’s so hot, daddy” you reached to kiss him again and finally, finally he ground himself against your center making you writhe underneath him

He yanked your panties off of you and wasted no time sinking his middle and ring fingers inside of you, meeting no resistance. You were so worked up you were absolutely dripping for him.

“Look at you. So fucking perfect. Something about you… fuck me, I don’t know. You’re just so fucking breedable. Makes me want to fill you up again and again. Makes me fantasize about your hips widening and your breasts leaking, all because of me”

“Fuck, daddy! Fuck me, or else I swear I’m gonna cry. It’s too much. Please”

“Shhh, don’t cry baby, daddy’s gonna fuck you good. You need it, don’t you? Deep in your bones, you can’t deny it, your body is calling out to me. I could smell you a mile away, would recognize that perfect weeping little pussy from a thousand. It’s like you’re fucking made for me. Never felt like this about anyone else. Never been hard all day long around a woman like a fucking teenager desperate to cum like this, desperate to fill you up and make it stick”

“Daddy!” you almost screamed when he finally removed his fingers that have been pumping into you all this time and used his cock instead, with no preamble. You clawed onto him, it was like you couldn’t get close enough “Oh my God, I’m gonna come so hard for you! I’m already so close. Oh, fuck!”

He pressed his palm over your lower belly “Feel me here? Feel how deep I am?”

You nodded frantically “So deep. Fuck, you’re so big. I don’t know how you make it fit”

“You’re taking it so well for daddy” he cooed and then brought that same middle finger he’d used to your lips and you immediately sucked onto it, making his eyes roll back “It’s ‘cause your precious little pussy is desperate for my cum. Your body is just begging me to knock you up. Begging me to claim you. It speaks to me in ways I can’t explain, but I understand. And you understand too, don’t you baby? My perfect girl, my best girl”

You gasped as he increased speed, dropping his finger out of your mouth “Oh God, ohgodohgodohgod—”

“There she is, my sweet girl, God I love it when you come, you’re the prettiest little thing. You just love daddy’s cock that much, don’t you, baby? Come on then, come for daddy. Show me just how much, and I’ll fill you up to the brim, gonna give you all I’m worth” he delivered a quick slap over your clit then and that was what finally sent you over the edge.

Harry made good of his promise, riding out your orgasm as he chased his own release and you felt every single twitch of him inside of you, as well as heard him groan like never before, almost animalistically. It truly was primal, the need you both felt for each other. And it was so liberating to finally be on the same page with someone and be able to express your sexuality in ways you never even thought possible. Sex with Harry was never just sex. It was a kind of intimacy you’d never even dreamt of before. And this had proved to you yet again that you truly were made for each other.

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This is great advice

Manifesting 101

1. Know what you want: It doesn’t have to be super specific but it can be! Define the experience you want as much (or as little) as you want. This is just a mental activity, you can create a list if you want but it’s just to know what you want. Take it as a brainstorming session.

(Optional but in the long run will make things easier)

1.2 What’s holding you back?: Write every single reason why it couldn’t work, let it all out. Now realize this are stories, try to find their source (did your mother tell you so? Or maybe it’s because things like that don’t happen to people like you?) either way, it’s bullshit. Turn every limiting belief into an affirmation. Write them down, keep them on your phone and read them twice per day for a week (minimum). As you read them make sure to feel what you’re saying. This will help you to create new thought patterns.

2. Speak it into existence!: Now comes the fun part. How do you want to manifest it? Maybe script everything as you want it to happen, visualize your outcome, say “wouldn’t it be nice if…” and forget about it, play and pretend you already have it, do the 55x5 method or maybe the 2 cup method, create a vision board…the possibilities are endless and everything works as good! Choose the one that calls to you right now and put all your focus and energy into it. Make it fun, make it easy, there’s no way you can mess it up.

3. Let it come to you: As a lovely follower said the other day, your order is on its way! There’s no need to stress about when or how it will come. Just know that you said what you wanted and now it will find its way towards you. Think of it as an amazon package. When you keep refreshing the tracking page seems like it never arrives but if you keep doing your own things an enjoy your life then seems like that package came super quickly.

Now it’s time to enjoy your manifestation✨

This so good, I’m sweating

can you write about seatbelt ;) (car shiz)

ngl, i forgot all about this but I saw a video on tiktok about Harry driving and ya know... the gears started turning... so- also not proofread but-

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Late night drives were your favorite. Especially when Harry was the one driving. You hadn't been able to see each other in a few weeks due to your conflicting schedules, so when Harry found out that both of you were off tomorrow, he couldn't wait much longer.

It was around 1AM when your phone rang. You were already asleep but when you saw his name on your screen, you immediately picked up the phone.

"What are you doing, baby?" He rasped and you smiled, your eyes still shut.

You loved when he called you baby. It was just something about the way he said it that warmed you from the inside out every single time.

"I was asleep, Harry," you huffed, rolling over on your back and tossing your arm over your eyes, "I worked a double today."

"Aww," He cooed and you could hear the sound of his car's engine in the background. For a moment, you thought you were hallucinating. That is until he spoke up again, "I was hoping to see you tonight, but if you're too tired..."

Your eyes shot open and you turned your head to look at the window. Lights casted through the glass and over your room as Harry pulled into your driveway.

"Harry, what are you doing?"

"Come see me, darling."

You were out of bed in record time. You grabbed your hoodie from the foot of your bed and slipped on your shoes at the front door, making sure to lock the door on your way out.

He got out the moment he saw you, meeting you halfway with a huge smile on his face. You threw your arms around him and his arms circled your waist, lifting you off of your feet as he buried his face into your neck.

"I missed you so much," He mumbled, inhaling your scent.

"I missed you more," You said as he gently sat you down on your feet.

"Ride with me?"

You didn't even have to say anything. He grabbed your hand and opened the car door for you. Once you were in, he leaned down and pecked your lips, a look of adornment on his face as he stared at you.

He drove around aimlessly for the next thirty minutes. You talked and he listened, he talked and you listened. You just enjoyed each other’s company. Eventually, you ran out of things to talk about but the silence was comfortable. You always felt comfortable around Harry.

He pulled into an empty parking lot and turned off the engine. You took in your surroundings, shaking your head, and chuckled when you noticed his horrible parking.

"You've been driving for years and you still don't know how to park," You teased, turning to face him.

"It's been a long day," He sighed, leaning all the way back in his seat.

You hummed and nodded, "I get it."

He turned his head and stared at you, his eyes raking over your body and lingering on your thighs. You were just in your pajama shorts and the only thing you were wearing underneath your hoodie was a thin tank top. When Harry said he was outside, the last thing you was worried about was changing your clothes.

"I really did miss you," He said, his hand reaching across the center console and resting on your thigh.

You rolled your eyes and smiled, "Did you really?

The feeling of his thumb tracing circles on your skin sent a chill up your spine, “Of course I did. Did you miss me?”

You tilted your head to the side, feeling his hand slide higher and higher. It wasn’t long until his fingers were brushing against your cunt. As if it was a natural instinct, your clit throbbed.

“Spread your legs for me,” He whispered and you did, leaning back into the seat and spreading your legs as much as you could.

You looked over at him and he was already staring at you. His hand slid into your pajama shorts and in between your folds, his mouth falling open when he felt how wet you were.

“Yeah you missed me,” he murmured, confirming the question he asked just a few moments ago.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing over your as his fingers rubbed up and down your slit. You unzipped your hoodie, suddenly feeling too hot in this small car. Harry’s head nudged your and his lips attached to your neck.

“So fucking tight,” He groaned as he slid his finger into your cunt.

Your back arched off of the seat, chest heaving. In one swift movement, Harry wrapped his arm underneath your body and lifted you. He sat back in his seat, pulling you over the center console with him until you were straddling his waist.

He kissed you immediately. Your head was starting to spin due to everything happening so quickly but you were eager and willing, kissing him back with just as much passion. Lips, teeth, tongue, and spit swapped and clashing as his hands roamed aimlessly.

He snaked his hand under your shirt and cupped your tit, pinching your nipple. You moaned, breaking away from the kiss and leaning back against the steering wheel. He followed your movements, sitting up pulling the top of your tank top down roughly. The straps broke and your frowned, grabbing ahold of his throat just as he went to suck your nipple.

“This was new,” you pouted, feeling his pulse quicken underneath your fingertips.

“Oh boohoo,” He huffed, his hands grabbing your waist and assisting you in moving your hips, “Want me to buy you another one?”

“Yeah,” You moaned at the feeling of his cock growing hard beneath you. You began to grind your hips a little faster, the ragged fabric of his jeans rubbing against your clothed clit in just the right way,

“I’ll buy you another one, baby,” He smiled, reaching up and gently pulling your hands off of his neck before leaning forward and successfully sucking your nipple between his lips.

His hands snaked around your waist and into your shorts. He grabbed both of your asscheeks roughly, spreading them apart as he continued to move your hips for you. You were dripping, surely you were leaving a wet spot on his sweat pants.

His tongue lapped at your nipple eagerly as he pulled you tighter against his body. One of his fingers slid into your pussy from behind and just as quickly, he pulled it out, gliding your juices over your asshole and he bit down on your nipple.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, feeling his finger slide past your rim.

“I missed that fucking voice so much,” he groaned loudly, licking up your neck, “Let me hear you.” He slid another finger into your asshole, causing you to moan loudly. He chuckled, “That’s it.”

Stars peaked in the corners of your eyes as the knot in your tummy tightened, “Harry,” you whimpered, your head falling forward onto his shoulder as he worked your hips faster.

He moaned in your ear, moving his fingers in your ass in a circular motion, “There we go, you feel so good wrapped around my fingers. You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you? Answer me, baby.”

“Yes,” You whined, fisting the front of his shirt as heat raced through your veins, “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

Your body froze and so did his fingers. Your clit throbbed erratically and your holes clenched. For a moment, you even stopped breathing and it wasn’t until he pumped his fingers twice that you caved, crying out and squirting all over his lap.

He let out a raspy chuckle, gently kissing your jaw as he slowly slid his fingers out of you. He fumbled around a bit until he found the handle on the side of the seat. He pulled you with him as he leaned the seat back further before reaching underneath you and pulling his cock from his sweats.

He stroked himself a few times, using his other hand to pull your shorts to the side, “Can I fuck you, darling?”

The cool metal of his cock piercing instantly cooling the heated skin as he glided the tip of his cock between your folds.

You nodded, biting your lip when he teased your entrance.

“Hm?” He nipped at your jaw, “What did you say?”

“Yes,” you panted, moving your hips in an attempt to get him to slide inside of you.

He slapped your ass, instantly rubbing over the sting, “Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good fucking girl.”

Before you could respond, he was sliding inside of you. You hissed as he stretched you out, it’d been a week since the last time he was inside of you and you knew it would take you a moment to adjust to his size again but you were needy. You didn’t want to wait.

“Please,” You begged, placing your hands firmly on his chest as you lifted your hips, “Please fuck me.”

He moaned, his hands finding your waist once again and pulling you down onto his cock. It didn’t take long to get a steady pace, but when he did, he ran with it. You could hardly catch your breath as you fucked him. Your hands snaked into his hair and pulled at the roots. He hissed, his hips jerking up and hitting your g-spot.

“Again,” He demanded, and you obeyed.

He cursed, the feeling sending a shock straight to his cock. You could feel his cock piercing against your walls and you could hardly stop the moans from falling from your lips. Your hips were starting to hurt from how hard Harry was gripping onto them but you didn’t care.

One particularly hard pull on Harry’s hair had him halting all movement. He stared up at you with raised eyebrows and dilated pupils. Sweat graced his forehead as he reached up and grabbed the seatbelt, “Give me your hands.”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond before he was grabbing your wrists and bringing your hands so that they were visible to him. He wrapped the seatbelt around your wrists once, twice, three times until they were slowly becoming numb.

“I can’t cum until I felt that tight little pussy clench on my cock and if you keep pulling on my fucking hair-” He trailed off, lifting his hips quickly and catching you off guard. You fell forward on his chest, your hands hovered over your heads now that the seatbelt had locked.

He slapped your ass again before sliding his finger inside of your hole. He was relentless, driving his hips up into you with no remorse. Incoherent words and stuttered moans erupted from your throat.

You balled your hands into fists and pulled on the seatbelt, wanting so badly to touch something, to steady yourself. Harry noticed and he snorted, his lips brushing against yours, “You alright?”

“I’m fine,” you huffed, a lazy smile pulling at your lips, “You alright?”

“I’m great, baby,” He moaned, his hand coming up and tightly grasping your throat, “Just fucking great.”

He squeezed the sides of your throat, nearly cutting off your breathing as your clit slapped against his pelvis with every thrust.

“Holy fuck-” You gasped, feeling your body start to tingle as he repeatedly slammed against your g-spot. It was getting harder to breathe and you were becoming lightheaded. Still, you decided to move your hips along with him, wanting him to cum just as much as he wanted you to.

It was a challenge, not having the use of your hands but that didn’t stop you. Your cunt clenched around his cock tightly. All it took was four more thrusts before you were screaming his name. You came with a sharp breath, your head falling against his and kissing him deeply as he twitched inside of you.

“Please cum, daddy,” You whispered against his lips.

With a strained moan, his eyes fluttered shut and he released. Short, hot spurts of cum coated your walls graciously as his hands fell to your body. He rubbed his hands up and down your sides, massaging the flesh and kissing you slowly.

After a few minutes, you spoke up, “Don’t wanna ruin the moment but… I can’t feel my hands.”

He cackled and reached up, unwrapping the seatbelt from around your wrists and bringing your wrists to his lips. He kissed the bruised flesh, his eyes staying locked on yours as he smiled, “Wasn’t that fun?”

Loser for the people in the back👏👏👏👏

Behind that "he's not going to fuck you" //

Also y’all don’t know that! I haven’t met him. Who’s to say he wouldn’t fuck me? Maybe he’d fuck me a lot and really well? That’s also propagating sex shaming, body shaming, and a physical ideal on women and suggesting that they aren’t good enough for Harry to want to fuck. It’s implying inherently something about you is not what Harry would be attracted to enough to want sex out of you, again propagating the idea that he only dates and fucks models and we don’t know his whole sexual history! It also implies he’d only want you for sex or that you only want him for sex which is also pretty damaging considering women are groomed from a young age to be pleasing to men sexually and men are trained to use women sexually to prove their own inherent worthiness as a male. Beauty is a status symbol because humanity is atrocious. Also, they don’t know who they’re saying that to, could be someone with low self esteem, BDD or an ED and it could trigger them. Comments that inherently shame related to sex or the body can be very hurtful to women because of internalized misogyny against our own bodies and being continually held to ideal set by men. This internalized misogyny is what makes women hold each other to unrealistic standards more than men, because those who fit the idea benefit (think models). ** look up panopticism by Foucault and then think about how that applies to advertising to young women** Most of us hold some sort of pain related to our sexuality or our looks. Here’s a nice read for all you lovely nonnies:

https://emmalindsay.medium.com/why-does-dating-men-make-me-feel-like-shit-12c25e539021

Also maybe Harry isn’t good enough to fuck me! Maybe I’m not only interested in him for sex? Maybe he’s not going to fuck me because he’s respectful enough to see my worth beyond my pussy. Idk why I needed to go offf, could be months of repeated shaming in a fucked way that continues one of the things I hate most, who knows 🤷‍♀️ women are more than sex objects, status symbols, and ideals for men. They are human beings.

I LOVE YOU! 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

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This is funny 😄

This is literally today’s energy

“Thank tou for listening to the album, you are getting kicked out” is exactly the vibe of the door today

I love all your record store Harry blurbs. You’re so talented. Thank you 😊

omg pls write smthg ab harry eating the reader out then they hear her roomate come in the house and instead of stopping he just gets under the covers and keeps eating her and her roomate comes in and like has a conversation with her and she s trying so hard not to moan while he s just going down on her like theres no tmrw😩😩😩😩

Insufferable

(this is part of the recordstore!harry verse, but can be read as standalone) Part 1 | Part 3

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“Harry” you scoffed, then felt his chuckle vibrate against your chest. He was resting his head just atop your boobs while you were lying in bed, watching a movie on your laptop. Every so often, he would sneak a hand under your top and start fondling your breasts since you’d forgone wearing a bra.

“Can’t really expect me to just have them under my nose and not wanna play with them, can you?” he mumbled, dragging the pad of his middle finger ever so slightly around one of your nipples

You fidgeted, making the laptop slide off your thighs. He was getting to you “Look what you’ve done!” you sighed audibly

He raised his head slightly then, looking at you all smug “Fuck the movie. Got something a lot more interesting right here” he pinched your nipple then making you gasp and him grin wickedly and you could just kill him for it

“Harry, you’re being insufferable. You know we can’t, here. We’ve been through this before”

“Do I? I don’t remember that I do. Remind me again, why the fuck not?” there was a slight edge to his voice and you realized he really wasn’t just teasing you this time around

“Because” you raised an eyebrow “This is a fucking bunk bed! We’re gonna break it if we even try! Not to mention there’s hardly any room, it’s a single mattress. You can’t even sit up straight without hitting the ceiling—"

“Why would I need to sit up straight?” he interrupted you, contorting his face

“Aaaand” you interrupted him, in turn “The whole reason this is a bunk bed in the first place is because I have a roommate, in case you’ve forgotten? Meriam? The one who sleeps on the bottom bunk?”

“Yeah, and she’s at that Marron 5 concert, isn’t she?”

“Harry, cut it out” you warn but that only makes him hover over you fully, his elbows on each side of you, both his hands now under your top, fondling your breasts

“She’s not gonna be here for another 2 hours at the very least. Would you relax?” his voice was deeper, barely audible over the sound of the movie that you haven’t even paused and would now have to rewind. The laptop had slid off to the side towards the wall, and before you could protest any further, Harry took the hem of your top between his teeth, dragging it over your breasts. You hissed at the cold air hitting your naked upper body, your dorm room was especially chilly this time of year, late in the autumn, when the heating wasn’t on yet for some reason you couldn’t comprehend. That’s why you and Harry had been cocooning under your blanket looking at a movie in the first place.

“Sorry, baby” he brought the blanket further up and over his shoulders “Here, lemme warm you up, hm?” he attached his warm mouth next to one of your hardened buds and you mewled contentedly, suddenly forgetting all about why this had seemed like such a bad idea “Gonna get you all sweaty in no time” he liked at your breasts and you could barely hear him all muffled, what with the blanket over his shoulders and his long hair tenting his face, you were surprised he had any air, but he was a man on a mission. You arched your back when he finally slid his hand down the front of your sweats and palmed your pussy over your panties “It’s working already. You’re burning up” he raised his head to look at you- smirking, of course, to which you rolled your eyes but you ended up throwing your head back entirely when he fingered your panties to the side and started dragging his finger up and down your slit, spreading your wetness

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” you grunted, pushing yourself onto his fingers, your body betraying you

“Yeah, you’ve mentioned it. You hate my fucking guts, I can tell” he then smacked your pussy sharply using the tips of his fingers and you jumped at the impact, enabling him to drag your sweats down your legs along with your panties and kicking them to the edge of the bed somewhere under the blanket.

He hit his head to the ceiling when he sat back on his knees to help you undress, though. “You deserved that” you giggled and he narrowed his eyes at you

“Oh, I’ll show you what you deserve, then”

God knows how many eternities later in, and you were a sweaty mess. Harry had made good on his promise. He’d been edging you for God knows how long, eating you out and fingering you to the brink of orgasm only to then chuckle at your needy whimpers as he kissed you and played with your breasts enough to have you come down a bit. He would then resume his attentions to your cunt and you just didn’t know if you hated or loved him for it.

“Harry” you moaned “Please. I can’t take it anymore. Please…”

“I love it when you beg” he groaned against your pussy and you moaned a bit louder than you’d intended at the vibrations that had caused. He was the one that kept having to remind you now that you were at your dorm. Oh, how the tables had turned.

Just before you were about to make a sassy remark that would’ve probably earned you a few more rounds of him edging you, you heard quick footsteps to your door accompanied by the unmistakable voice of your roommate.

There wasn’t much time to do anything about it, so you simply pushed your top down and grabbed the blanket that had been long ago thrown to the side, covering yourself up, along with Harry, thankful that the movie was still ongoing this whole time.

“Yeah. No, I know! You told me. Hey, listen, I just got back to the dorm, text you in a bit” Meriam hung up her phone and threw it on her desk “Shit, Y/N. Would it kill you to open up a window from time to time? I know you’re always cold, but Jesus! It’s like a sauna in here!”

You glanced at your roommate over the railing of your top bunk, hoping upon hope that the angle did a good job of hiding the big lump under your blanket

“Sorry. Hey, but weren’t you supposed to be at the concert? Is it over already?”

“Get this! The two numbskulls I was going with bought the tickets from God knows where and when we got to the venue, turns out they were fake! Fucking Naomi and Connie, man…”

You could hear Harry feign a gasp from under the blanket, parroting your roommate “Naomi and Connie…”

You pushed your hand under the blanket and found his hair, tugging harshly at it, eliciting a wince from him. You cleared your throat, hoping Meriam hadn’t heard any of that “Shit, that blows. I’m sorry. I know you were looking forward to it”

Your roommate scoffed “I dunno why I let them handle the tickets, it’s my fault, really. Like when have they even done a thing right. Never, I swear to God if I—"

You yelped, interrupting her when Harry’s finger plunged right back into you, followed closely by his lips sucking intently on your clit. You’d already been on the brink of your orgasm several times, and you were incredibly sensitive. And he was now, finally working you exactly the way he knew you liked it, hitting your g-spot perfectly and sucking your clit using just the right amount of pressure

“Are you alright?”

“Huh? Why?”

“You sound a bit nasal. And you look kinda sweaty, maybe you’re coming down with something. Your eyes are glazed over. Want me to go make you a cuppa?”

“Ohhhh. Oh, my God. Yes! Please!” you sighed, probably sounding a bit overly enthusiastic to Meriam, who had only offered to make you some tea “Uhmm… That sounds… Amazing”

She giggled “Ok, weirdo. You could’ve asked. Just don’t get me sick, I’m still gonna try and get tickets for the day after tomorrow, but guess who’s not invited this time around! Hey maybe you can come too, if you’re feeling better?”

“Mmmhm. Gonna come!” you squealed, your voice strained. Harry was relentless, even though you definitely pulled on his hair hard enough for it to hurt, it appeared that he wasn’t stopping until you saw stars

“Think you might have a fever” she laughed “Ok, ok, I’ll be right back with that tea”

Just in time with Meriam closing the door to your shared dorm room behind her, you finally came- so violently that you thought for a brief second that you might both end up on the other side of that top bunk. He milked every last twitch out of your body before throwing the blanket off of him and gasping for air, his sweaty hair glued to his face, panting heavily.

He barely got in a lungful of air before you had to cover him right back up, your roommate kicking the door open unexpectedly “Forgot to close the window, don’t want you catching pneumonia on top of that cold”. She then made her way back to the door “You look like you’re about to pass out. Should I be worried?”

You shook your head in slow motion, with what little energy you had left after that mind blowing orgasm. She made for the door and stopped for a second, just as she was about to leave again, as if to turn around and say something else, but ultimately decided to leave anyway.

You sighed heavily and Harry emerged once more from under the blanket. He looked as though he’d just ran a marathon. You couldn’t help but breathe out a faint laughter “You deserved that, too”

He exhaled audibly as he made quick work of jumping off the bed “Oh yeah? Lemme know how you explained these to Meriam. There’s no chance she didn’t spot them” he flashed his trademark devilish grin at you as your eyes widened, watching him get his Chelsea boots on as well as his fedora he’d carelessly tossed by the door when he’d gotten there “Enjoy your tea, darling. She’ll be serving it to this whole campus. Bet Naomi and Connie are already in the loop” and with a final wink, he was out the door leaving you half naked and burning up even more than before.

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full body angle of the RIDE IT uhhh dance move

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In Return - Harry Styles

a/n: i just really wanted to write something with cockwarming and… this is that. that’s all, just a short fic to get it off my mind lmao

warning: cockwarming and sex ofc

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“Pretty please! I’m begging you!”

Following Harry into the kitchen you pout at him, giving him your best puppy eyes as he moves around, trying to ignore you, but he miserably fails, especially when he glances at you and sees your pouty look that’s all for him. He can never resist it, you know that and use it against him pretty often.

“Why are you so obsessed with it anyway?” he asks sighing.

“Because I’m dying to see you with a good, smudged smoky-eye look, just like the rest of the world!” you stomp your foot against the checkered tile. You’ve been trying to get him to let you do his makeup for the longest time, but you just saw an edited picture of him floating around the internet where someone put dark eyeshadow on him and he looked so damn hot, you just have to see it for real.

“What do I get in return?” he cockily smirks at you, tilting his head to the side.

“I don’t know, what do you want?” you shrug. You watch him think for a little before his grin widens.

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ugh, fine. just crush my dream for you, dory!!

sorry😬