To All The Fic Writers Out There Who Are Riding Out This Lull…please Know That You’re Seen. To The

the new harry photo is giving "i just fucked my wife/girlfriend behind stage and now she's being cheeky by taking a photo of me re-buttoning my trousers".

Side eye - mean dom!h

I will proofread it and add details tomorrow, I hope you guys will enjoy it for now! I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes, I'm tired hehe.

Don't mind her, she's tiny ok 🤏🏻

Jenny was on the stage finishing her show.

Unlike any other day, Harry decided to stay under the stage where they had a small lounge area until it was time for him to perform.

It was just him and his girl, who was wearing the tiniest dress he had ever seen. He was the one who bought it for her, he wasn't so sure why he was acting surprise, but the boner inside his pants knew very well what they needed: a quick fuck.

They were sitting on the couch when Harry began squeezed her thigh, his hand sneaking under her dress, meeting her bare pussy.

"Looks like someone is ready? Why aren’t you wearing your underwear? You know I don't Ike the thought of others seeing the cunt that belongs to me." He said, meeting her clit with his thumb, making slow movements around the little nub.

"I knew you would want to have a quickie," she said, closing her eyes and feeling her breathing becoming uneven, being well aware someone could walk in at any time.

"Oh you knew that I would? It looks like you are the one so desperately to be fucked all the time that you find it better to walk around bare like that." He took his thumb off of her clit, undoing his pants, throwing the fabric of his trousers on the floor, alongside with his boxers. "Is that what you want? Having me bending you at random times of the day and giving you my cock until you can't walk?"

He held her hips and manhandled her body, putting hee on her knees on the couch, back turning to him as he straddles her backside, rubbing his cock against the fabric of her dress. "We need to be quick, though, I have a job, can't keep fucking you any time you want, needy little thing."

Harry lifted her dress, watching her ass on display for him, he slapped her cheeks twice, leaving the mark of his hands on her soft skin, laughing as she whined.

"Please sir, I want you now," she begged, looking back at him with her beautiful Bambi eyes.

"Always get what you want, spoiled brat." He positioned his cock on her hole, pushing it all in one go, moaning as her warm walls welcome his hard cock. "Fuck, such a good pussy ya' have," he said, beginning his thrusts, giving her no time to adjusting.

Jenny only had two more songs left.

Y/n hold onto the higher part of the couch for support as Harry worked himself inside of her. She could cry by the pleasure feeling growing on her body, she loved being fucked fast and raw.

She loved how Harry knew what he wanted from her, so he just took it.

Loved how his lips were on her neck, giving the skin hickey visible enough for the whole crew to know exactly what they were doing.

"Don't stop, please," she said, bringing her hand to her clit and messaging it, bringing herself close to her climax. "You are so big, filling me up so good."

"Yeah? Treating my little slut right?" He asked, slamming his hips against her. "When we get to the hotel I'm gonna fuck you again, gonna take you on the balcony so everybody can see who owns you."

He slapped her ass again, his ringless fingers feeling weird on her skin. She enjoyed the feeling of the cold metals against the burning marks.

She moved her finger faster, knowing that Harry was also close to his orgasm. Harry harshly took her hand away, replacing her fingers with his own, while picking his pace.

His balls were ready to release all of him inside her cunt. He worked himself in and out until he felt his lower belly burn with a well known feeling. Ropes of his cum left the tip of his cocky, painting the walls of her pussy while Y/n cummed on his cock.

Harry didn’t have to warn her about her noises, his smart girl already knew she must kept herself for him and only him. Harry continues fucking her until he was sure she had milked all of his seed.

He carefully pulled out of her, watching the white cum dripping down her legs right to the leather couch. He kissed Y/n's cheek, and fixed her dress, helping the girl in a sitting position.

"I need to go now, but you stay here, alright?" He said while putting on his pants, giving her a side eye. "When I come back I'll clean you, but you need to keep my cum inside, ok? Gonna do tha? be my best girl?" He asked, finished his trouser and kneeling in front of her.

"Im gonna give you my cock again later, you just need to be good to me while I'm working, I might even buy you another one of those pretty shoes you like, how does that sound?"

"Sounds good, H," she said, feeling light-headed.

"Yeah? Good, now take a nap, you gonna need rest for when I fuck your pussy tonight." He kissed her nose innocently. "Bye, love you.'

"Love you too, H." Was the last thing she said before closing her eyes.

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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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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Iconic performance

Harry Styles performing Man I Feel Like A Woman with Shania Twain at Coachella

😍 love this

Harry recording a bit of Where Do Broken Hearts Go - NBC Special

Aww man. Would love to see him perform this live

full body angle of the RIDE IT uhhh dance move

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