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He sounds so good

Harry Styles singing Lately

Loved 🥰 this post

I have some thoughts 💭 :

This is the Harry who wrote baby honey , kiwi, medicine , only angel and complicated freak ….. now this Harry does not give one single fuck about you, your simply good fuck and that’s all you’ll ever be and to be fair your ok with that. This fella texts you at 3am with a simple “you up” and you already know he’s in the range sitting outside your house. He never takes you to his house , it’s either in the back of his Range Rover or on the odd occasion he comes to your flat but he never stays, he’s spends just enough time to catch his Breath before he’s pulling on those tight jeans and Chelsea boots without giving you a second glance as you lay there entirely fucked out . He has a pain kink and frequently requests you tug on his hair and he fucks you hard and pulls your lip by his teeth so hard it near bleeds. He never asks if it’s good for you because he knows it is and in years to come when your married to some dude in business your mind can’t help to wonder back to the time he fucked you in the back of his Range Rover legs over his shoulder, spat in your mouth and never called again……

Now this Harry is an entirely different man….. this is the Harry who wrote adore you , golden and TPWK. This Harry plans your dates meticulously, sends good Morning and evening texts daily and always checks in. Talks about you to all his friends, sends you flowers weekly and loves a picnic. He plans recipes for dinners he wants to make you and is constantly needing validation from Jeff and Mitch that “yes Harry of course she likes you.” Now sex with this man… he makes it very clear that your pleasure is very much his, making sure he asks if this is good for you and what you need form him to get you there . It’s soft and gentle and you do need to remind him from time to time that it’s ok to go harder . He’s a big fan of aftercare and spoons you all night before making you breakfast in morning.

I really like this.

could you write something about harry flirting with y/n whose a fan during one of his shows. like maybe she had a sign that caught his attention (like a pick up line or a joke) and then for the rest of the concert he kept staring at her and making little jokes/comments to her.

mint to be

wc: 2.6k

warnings: mild language and really cheesy jokes.

pairing: harry styles x female reader

today is the day.

finally, you’re going to see him.

it won’t be like the pictures viewed from the bright screen of your phone, it’s going to be in person.

you never wake up this early for anything- unless their name begins with harry and ends in styles. it’s exactly 4 am on the dot when you roll up to the venue and the bags under your eyes can prove it.

lining up was a confusing but once the workers started to hand out the wristbands it began to make more sense. according to the first people lined up everyone got a number, and thankfully you got a pretty good one.

once you got back to the hotel, you made sure to take a nap beforehand since it’s going to be a long night. the alarm you set wakes wake you up just in time to be able to get readying eat something without rushing. you shuffle your playlist named ‘my faves’ as you start doing your makeup.

canyon moon begins to play.

your nerves bubble with excitement, and a wide smile breaks out on your face. you truly can’t believe in a mere four hours you’ll be seeing the harry styles sing live tonight.

the outfit you elaborately picked out consists of a matching lilac trouser and blazer set with a matching lace bodysuit peeking out from underneath. you also couldn’t forget the iconic feather boa trend. the black feathery fabric hangs from the back of your neck and softly covers your décolletage. you tug your white hightop converse on your feet (such a y/n thing to do) knowing you wouldn’t survive the night in heels. especially in the pit.

the way you did your makeup makes you skin dewy and glow- the rhinestones that are glued onto your lower lash line shimmer. everything is going according to plan, and you look pretty hot- you can’t lie to yourself.

thankfully, you packed your bag yesterday. hand sanitizer, a few disposable masks, some feminine products, money, gum. anything that would be helpful for you or others around you.

and finally, your sign. not too big that it’ll cover other peoples view from behind you and not too small harry wouldn’t be able to read it.

it was something so cheesy. hopefully he will get a kick out of it and other people will too. you smile as you tuck it under your arm and walk outside to your car.

once the parking is paid for, you line up with the wristband sitting heavily on your wrist.

“this will stay on me until i die.” you think to yourself with a soft laugh.

some other fans in line make small talk with you, which you’re grateful for since you’re by yourself in a city you’re unfamiliar with.

finally, the general admission line begins to move. slowly but surely. the employees in the front are checking for your vaccination status or negative covid test. you get your information ready so you’re not fumbling around for it.

they briefly look over it before scanning the ticket your phone and looking at your wristband. quickly, they send you on your way to follow the rest of the long line down to the pit.

the arena is huge. you stare up at the ceiling, the eight ginormous screens hanging from the ceiling face the crowd in all directions. paranoid thoughts wander into your mind, “oh god, what if they fall?” but you knew they had to be secure.

the line stops as another venue employee directs people into their spots. they point to the barricade for everyone to line up.

no way. you’re getting barricade. your hand grips the metal so tight that your knuckles turn white. obviously, you were going to get it because you have lane one tickets and you woke up so fucking early, but reality is setting in and you’re so nervous.

the venue begins filling up pretty quickly, you watch people scramble into their seats from lower bowl all the way to the nosebleeds. jenny lewis plays a few songs before she tangos with a person dressed as a dog off the stage.

the music starts to play. it’s like a giant room full of old and new friends. everyone sings along to david bowie, olivia by one direction, bohemian rhapsody, and countless of other classic songs on the playlist harry must’ve curated.

the energy is so positive, everyone is so happy to be here. you couldn’t be more excited.

the iconic, but nerve wracking guitar strings begin to strum loudly over your head; sweet thang by shuggie otis.

the whole room roars with screams as the lights dim. spotlights fly around, almost blinding you as it hits a certain angle toward your face.

no way. no way. no fucking way. the band is walking on stage.

your eyes widen as this moment truly sets in. niji, sarah, ny oh, elin, pauli, and last but not least mitchell rowland.

golden starts briefly. the bunnies flash on the screen. you scream so loud and jump along with the people beside you.

“to do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without it.”

the girl next to you is completely sobbing, her tears soaking her mask, practically drowning herself with the wet fabric.

the chime starts again and the bunnies flash.

“to do a dangerous thing with style is what I call art.”

your eyes dart around as you struggle to hear what the man is saying next.

suddenly you see something rising from the center of the stage. the screams become louder than ever.

“oh my god!” you exclaim so loud as his fluffy brown head of hair is highlighted by a spotlight.

the girl next to you grips your arm out of pure excitement and you grab her hand for moral support. “oh my god! it’s really him!” you screech as he starts to sing along to golden. “i know! oh my god! it’s him!” she repeats over a few times.

you jump in unison with the people around you, screaming and throwing your hands in the air. he smiles as his eyes dart around, his lips pressing into his microphone. you can see his dimples from where you’re at.

he sings through golden as he walks around the stage, waving to fans and completely making everyone lose their sanity.

the song ends and he transitions into carolina.

this can’t be real.

as you dance like no one is watching, you raise and wave your hands as he comes around to your side of the stage.

shit, the sign!

you quickly pick it up to raise it in the air, his eyes immediately catch it. his eyebrows knit together in the middle, and he chuckles during his line and shakes his head. harry LAUGHED at your sign.

he finishes his verse, the music still playing behind him. “i’ll be back.” he says to you, loud enough so you could barely hear his voice over the music.

shock runs through your veins and you nod your head vigorously at him. he continues to dance and perform around the diamond shaped stage.

you let the sign hang over the front of the barricade so it wouldn’t get stomped on, one hand holds it in place as the other pumps your fist into the air while you dance.

he skips around the stage, blowing kisses to people and then carolina ends.

“thank you so much! our job for the next ninety-something minutes is to entertain you. i promise i will do my very best, but you also have one job and that is to have as much fun as you possibly can have.“ he continues his speech, but it’s so hard to hear over the screams.

he makes his way with his mic to your side of the stage again, “but before we continue, i would love to acknowledge this sign.” he stops in front of you, and your whole body heats up. “may i read it?”

“yes!” you shout at him and nod again to make sure he knows it’s okay.

he chuckles again as he raises the mic to his mouth, his laugh reverberates throughout the whole venue. he shakes his head as he rests his hand on his hip, “if you were a vegetable, you’d be a ‘cute-cumber’.” the crowd screams and laughs along with him.

you can’t help but laugh too, realizing how bad it really is. “wow that’s bad. that’s a real bugger.” he laughs again, making everyone scream.

“but i like it. thank you. what’s your name?” he bows his head toward you, his infamous smirk curving its way onto his lips. “y/n!” you scream out.

it seems as if he’s about to walk away, but he slyly turns around to face you again, “then y/n, you must be a banana, because i find you very a-peeling.” he winks in your direction, making all the air seize in your lungs. he walks away from your side of the stage with a cocky grin on his face.

the person behind you grips your shoulders as you stare up at harry. “oh my god.” you wheeze out in astonishment. the people around you are shouting in your face. you’re hoping someone got it on camera.

adore you then picks up right after that, he does his little shimmy right in front of you. is he favoring this side of the stage?

his eyes catch yours again, a small subtle smile forms on his lips as he sings. a rush of confidence burns through you as you blow him a kiss.

his eyes widen with theatrical surprise as he grabs the kiss from the air and shoves it in his back pocket. this man is going to be the death of you.

you watch as he glides from one side of the catwalk all the way down to the other side. you can’t help but feel crazy as he continuously glances at you while he’s running around.

then you see anthony pham, he’s clicking away as he’s taking pictures of harry in action. the photographer stops in front of you as harry comes around to your side once more, singing directly to you, or maybe he’s singing to anthony. it feels like the few seconds of him singing is passing by in slow motion.

everyone around you has their phone up, videoing and taking pictures of the scene unfolding in front of you. there is no way you’d hold up your phone and let it ruin this moment. you’ll be able to rewatch it somewhere tonight.

everything is so real about him. the green in eyes, the way his cheeks are flushed pink, the little brown curl hanging in his eyes as he bends slightly at the waist toward the pit.

then suddenly, he’s gone once again as he happily skips around the stage to entertain the rest of his fans.

you let out a breath you weren’t aware of holding. the people around you are screaming in disbelief,

“i can’t believe he just did that!”

“you are so lucky!”

“holy f&$!ing sh*t!”

harry must’ve known he stirred everyone up with his little charming display for you. throughout the concert, he innocently glances over at you but hasn’t interacted with you in a while. you can’t help but feel a bit bummed. even though you know you shouldn’t since you just had the best experience of your life.

the concert passes by so quickly, almost like every song is two seconds long. you beam at the angelic man singing on the stage.

the way he bounces around like he drank five energy drinks before performing makes you smile.

he speeds through the songs on his album, as well as the banana song and takes a break to go under the stage.

you make sure to record and snap pictures whenever he’s close to your side again. you hope you caught a picture of him staring at you again. just so you can reminisce later on, and also for bragging rights (and probably for your lock screen too).

during watermelon sugar, he jogs up to your side of the stage again. it makes your heart skip a beat as he stops at the mic stand directly in front of you.

he looks out into the crowd, waving as he sings and smiling. he’s so happy. his eyes follow the crowd in the pit down to you in the front, his hand reaches out to wiggle his fingers to wave.

you can’t help but grin so wide. he can’t see your smile from behind your mask but he can read your eyes.

your hand reaches out toward his, knowing it won’t reach but it’s the thought that counts.

the shutters of a camera catch your attention as you whip your head toward the sound. anthony pham back at it once again. this time with a mischievous smile on his face. you wonder if this moment will be posted on his social media later.

the rest of the concert flashes by and soon it’s time to say goodbye. before the last few songs, harry says his long speech about how grateful he is and how he loves to perform for his fans.

you can’t help but let your eyes fill up with tears from how proud you are of him. you practically grew up with him, following him since his early one direction days.

the insanity of kiwi begins. the flashing white and red lights and the amount of people jumping in the stadium makes the floor shake.

an insane idea pops into your head as you push your way out of the crowd to the back of the pit. you grip your sign as you weave and bob through the scattered people.

you watch as he does a smooth spin and then runs down the catwalk waving goodbye to everyone and blowing kisses. he trots down the stairs toward his bodyguards below, swiftly grabbing his black mask to put on his face and then running with them to the exit.

you grip the metal barrier that separates you from walking backstage with him.

he catches your eyes one last time as he runs past, then screeches to a halt in the hallway leading to the VIP area, almost getting toppled over by the large men around him. he reaches into his back pocket to grab your invisible kiss and press it to his cheek with a cheeky grin.

“you’re going to give me a heart attack, harry!” you scream so loud that your voice cracks.

he just chuckles and shakes his head, “i’m sorry!” he shouts back with a shrug as he jogs backward before spinning back around and disappearing down the corridor.

the band quickly exits a few minutes after him and some fans are already leaving to make sure they beat traffic.

your sign hangs limply in your hand, pure exhaustion is finally hitting you as you slump to the feather ridden sticky floor. all this preparation and it felt like it was over in a few minutes.

“psst.” something sounds from above your head. you let your head fall back to look up.

the photographer again? “hey. do you mind standing up for me really quick?”

you slowly rise to your feet, gripping the rail tightly so your wobbly legs wouldn’t give out.

anthony hands you a sharpie, “write your number on your sign and give it to me.”

your eyes widen like a deer in headlights. you go completely still. “what? why?” you question, but you've already turned your sign over and began to scribble it down.

“just for business purposes.” but there’s a hidden sound in his voice. almost sarcasm or a stretch of the truth.

you hand over the sign with a confused look, but before you could say anything else he thanks you and jogs backstage with everyone else. what just happened?

before you could ponder on that thought some more, you force your body to gain enough energy to shuffle out to your car, the feeling of cool night air on your face makes you feel a little bit more awake. you shuffle your sad music playlist as you drive back to the hotel, knowing you’re going to crash as soon as you make it through the door.

the soft bed envelopes your worn out body and you blindly reach for your makeup wipes on the nightstand. suddenly, a ding sounds from your phone and you wildly scramble for the device plugged into the wall.

it’s an unsaved number. is it anthony, maybe? your thumb swipes up on your screen to unlock it, typing in your passcode faster than you ever had before. your heart drops into your stomach, your gut wrenches and twists from the familiar writing. 

unknown sender: Hi, guess who.

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A/N: hi!! hope you liked this bc i honestly really enjoyed writing it. sorry for the little cliff hanger, just let your mind wander a bit heheh.

Interesting

Look nonnies. What’s gonna happen is Harry’s person is gonna be more like Harry than even Harry is and it’s gonna turn him upside down okay. They are gonna terrify him. Scared of commitment and intimacy? His partner will be more so, forcing him to step forward. Needs space and independence? His partner will be so this way that it will actually make him be sort of clingy. Uncomfortable with vulnerability? H will be begging his partner to open up. Flight risk? He’ll be so scared they might run away that he’ll make sure not to give them a reason to. I’m not glorifying any of this but, sometimes trauma can mess with you. Even if you work on it in therapy, some stuff doesn’t come up until you’re in relation with others. A tarot anon mentioned Hs person went through toxic relationships. I think this will affect how they engage with him, he will see that, it will touch him and he’ll have to shift. Like he will see the damage and I think it will literally make his heart hurt and make him want to be this for this person. It’ll be growth for them both. Him to be the type of partner he’s always wanted to be for someone. And his person finally being treated well and getting to have and be the partner they always wanted to be. I think issues people see in H are not necessarily his but could be what certain people brought out of him ya know? My exes brought some sides out of me I hated. I think his commitment issues are really just his intimacy issues. I think he struggles to be vulnerable truly with most people, and guards a lot of his internal stuff. That stems from trust issues and being taught it’s not safe to share what’s going on or it doesn’t matter because it doesn’t change. I think it stems to not really having a good foundation for what love looks like as a kid. I know we love Anne and Des and so does he but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have serious childhood trauma. I think therapy has helped a lot but still and H will never ever open up to anyone about that because he’d never want anyone to think negatively of his parents. He probably struggles to see it that way himself. I think both his parents prioritized relationships with partners over their children which is why I think H goes to older women looking for mommy’s attention and love. We don’t know much about his moms second marriage but I don’t have a feeling it was great, I mean he lived above a pub and was singing as a child to adults drinking. Idk man. Doesn’t sound super stable. That’s why he’s so caring with his mom. I think he saw her pain and now he feels good that he can fix it in a way, by money. I also think he gravitates towards partners he can save or nurture in that way. I think his person will also be somewhat that way but the difference is they will heal each other. He also was parentified very young and started working pretty young to help out with the household? Like. Mans a total workaholic because that’s the only way he knows how to feel valuable. Which really breaks my heart a lot. It’s not he’s bored it’s that he gets his worth through work. And it doesn’t help that’s he’s super well known. He probably has hella trust issues, rightfully so. Which makes it hard to communicate with someone. I don’t think he’s someone who can’t commit because he wants to fuck other people. I think he struggles to commit because it’s not the right person and not committing is a way to stay distant and not get hurt. If you never get too attached it won’t matter if they leave. When he meets the one he knows he’ll be with long term I don’t think he’ll be as afraid and those issues won’t be as prominent. That’s also why I think he’s that way with the press. Why open up about a relationship that will end? I think when he’s married he’ll open up a little because he’ll know they aren’t going to end. He might mention them in interviews etc, but not before marriage. I think he wants to do it once and get it right and I think he will do his best to ensure he marries the person he can spend forever with. I think it’s all pretend till then.

🤯🤯🤯

I like this look

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?”

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

sorry😬

This is such a soulful song and I love it

Hie <3

Love his voice

what a time to be alive

He has the voice of an angel

a super clear audio of ~that moment in Fine Line bc we all deserve to have our ears blessed