This Tribute Is So Sad But Beautiful At The Same Time. Thank You Harrysdimples

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my brain straight thought about him edging you and all you want is for him to finally just fvck you and then he say what is in the video 😭😭

EDGING

A/N: you asked for it and im serving it. get ready for the juice!

WARNING: adult content, edging... bc he is just obsessed with it.

WORD COUNT: 2.1K

He is still wearing his light blue shiny shirt.

And nothing else

You’re lying across the king sized bed of the hotel room you share, only your lacy thong covering your soaking wet pussy that’s throbbing for him, a pained whimper slips through your trembling lips when he steps closer to the bed and wraps a hand around his rock hard cock, staring down at you with greedy, dark eyes. This is not the soft Harry who likes to cuddle you every night, who brings breakfast to bed just to see you smile first thing in the morning, who always surprises you with little gifts to brighten your day.

No, this version of him is dominant, demanding and in full control of you. Just how you like him.

He came off the stage extra cheeky tonight and judging from the way how he could barely keep his hands off of you at the venue, you knew things would get heated pretty fast as soon as you’re alone.

“What do you want, baby?” he murmurs, a sly smirk on his lips as he gives himself a few slow, but sturdy pumps.

“Harry, please!” you moan, your thighs shutting closed to create some friction at least. He’s been taking his sweet time with you, he stripped out of your dress as if you were a gift to be unwrapped, made you stand against the wall as he sank to his knees, biting into your ass cheeks, his hands coming to tease between your legs that were shaking from excitement. Then he threw you to the bed, like an absolute cave man and made you watch him strip from his light blue pants and underwear, leaving him only in his shiny shirt, because you told him before the show how much you liked it.

His chest is rising and falling in a steady rhythm, some of his post concert sweat is still glistening on his warm skin and you’re dying to touch him, but you know if you don’t do what he tells you, you won’t get what you want.

“Keep them open, baby. Want to see how desperate you are for me,” he warns you, a hand coming to push your knees apart so he sees your wet cunt. “Touch yourself, let me see just how wet you are.”

Your hand moves down your chest and stomach until you reach the elastic of your underwear, but before you could reach under the fabric, he speaks up.

“No, over the thong. Want to see it drenched.”

Another whimper falls from your lips as you press your fingers against your clit, finally feeling your nerves reacting to a touch, but it’s not the one you desire the most. You move your two fingers up and down, pressing the lacy fabric into your cunt, between the lips as it soaks up your arousal.

“Does it feel good? Or do you want something else, baby?” he hums, cocking his head to the side as he keeps stroking himself lazily.

“Feels good, but I want you!” you breathe out as you try to get yourself closer to relief, but your body is working against you. It only wants Harry and you can’t blame yourself.

“Yeah? You want this?” he asks glancing down at his throbbing dick. Your voice dies in your throat so you only nod, but it’s not enough for him. “I want to hear you, baby. Beg for it.”

You moan at his words, your thighs twitching to close again, but you remember what he said about wanting them open so you force yourself to obey.

“Please!” is all you manage to get out. Harry steps closer to the bed, his hand letting go of his cock before moving to grab your wrist and pushing it away from you. With one swift movement, he rips the last piece of clothing, making you gasp from the sudden pinching you feel as the fabric gives up around your body, and he throws it to the side without batting an eye. It’s not the first piece he has ruined and surely not the last one either.

He places a knee to the edge of the bed, leaning over your shaking form, his cock springing freely with each movement he makes and the way his tongue slides across his lips gives you shivers.

“You know just one please is never enough for me,” he warns, his voice low and raspy after tonight’s show and you could come just from his words at this point.

“Fuck, Harry! Just… Ugh!”

It’s torture, how his fingertips tap on your clit a few times before drawing a few slow circles, teasing and playing with you.

“Just what, huh? You want my cock? Does your pussy want to be properly fucked?”

“Yes!” you cry out, your whole body on fire. He grabs the base of his cock, brings his hips closer, just enough that he can drag the tip across your lips, pushing a tiny bit into your hole, but pulling back right away. “Harry!” you moan almost as if you were in pain, but in a sense, you are. Every second that passes without him inside you is a painful one and you want him to end your misery.

“I told you, I want to hear you. You ask nicely, you get it. Stop being a brat and use your words.”

Fucking hell, this man will be the death of you.

“Harry, please! I need you to fuck me, need your cock inside me, please! I’m begging!”

The smirk on his face is so smug, so confident, you love it even if he is making you suffer. You’d do anything for him and he knows exactly just how much power he holds over you.

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” he chuckles, dragging the tip across you once again, tapping it a few times on your clit, smearing your wetness all over him and you as well. He pushes himself against your hole again, just the very end of the tip entering you, but doesn’t move, only watches you through lustful eyes as you fall apart for him.

“Harry! Fuck me, please!” you cry out, one hand coming flat against his toned stomach as he moves a bit closer, hovering over you. Running your hands up his chest, his neck, you lace your fingers through his hair and pull him down for a needy kiss that he returns gladly. His lips are sucking and tugging on yours, tongue invading your mouth, melting together with yours as his cock is still not inside you.

“Love it when you are so desperate for me, baby,” he growls, positioning his hips so his cock slips between your lips and he moves a little, slipping between them, the tip pushing against your clit over and over again.

He keeps this up, his head moving to the crook of your neck, marking you up as always so you already know you’ll have to wear a turtleneck tomorrow, but now you just want to feel him everywhere.

Then he pulls back, lining his cock up with you and you’re sure he’ll finally give you what you want, but just as you feel the tip entering you again… he pulls back. You gasp, tugging on his hair a little harder as he smirks down at you, so pleased with himself.

“Harry…” you breathe out, but he just chuckles, enjoying the game.

“Edging,” he then murmurs and with one swift movement, he thrusts inside you.

He fills you up fast and so perfectly, you’re convinced you were made for each other. He doesn’t give you time to adjust to him, starts moving rapidly, slamming his hips against yours mercilessly, pounding into you just how you like it. One hand comes to your thigh and he urges you to lock his waist with your legs, you’re more than happy to obey, allowing his cock to bury deeper into you.

“So needy for me, yeah? Who fucks you the best, baby? Let me hear it from you,” he groans into your neck, wet lips brushing against the spot he sucked on earlier.

“You, Harry! Only you!”

“That’s right. You’re mine,” he growls before biting into the soft skin, making you gasp from the sensation.

He is pounding into you so hard, you keep sliding further up on the bed until your head reaches the headboard. He stops for a moment, turning the two of you around so you’re on top, one hand on his chest, the other holding onto the headboard and you barely get situated before his hands grab onto your hips and he starts thrusting up into you, doing the job himself instead of making you ride him.

“Fuck! You’re so good, Harry! I’m so close!”

“Want to cum, baby? You think you deserve it?” he teases you, a few curls sticking to his sweaty forehead, his whole body glistening in the dim lighting.

“Yes! Please, let me cum!” you beg, your eyes meeting his and an animalistic growl erupts from his chest. He pushes himself up into a sitting position, wrapping his arms around you, caging you in them as one of his hands comes to your lower back, guiding you, hinting that he wants you to finish it.

“Ride my cock and make yourself cum, Y/N. Come on, I want to see you using me.”

“Fuck,” you gasp as you start moving your hips, arms clinging onto his broad shoulders. His face is buried in your neck and chest, kissing you wherever he can reach. Though you love the shirt on him, you want to feel him fully naked, so you tug at the fabric and he is quick to rid himself from it, his naked, toned arms wrapping back around you as you relentlessly ride him, feeling your orgasm building up and nearing.

“My girl is using my cock so well, look at that. You like it? You like my cock?”

“I love it,” you nod eagerly and craning your neck you capture his lips just when you feel the end nearing. “Can I cum? Please, Harry, I want to cum so badly!” you beg to him against his parted lips, your breathing mixing together.

“Yes. Do it! Cum all over my cock, baby!”

That’s all you need to explode, pleasure washing over your entire body like a tsunami and you scream his name, your walls tightening around him which brings him over the edge as well. He cums inside you, filling you up so well you’re sure it’s gonna be dripping out of you very soon. He is gasping and panting against your chest, his breathing warming your already heated skin.

You stay like that coming off your high, his hands gently rubbing your thighs, ass, hips and back, lips peppering soft kisses onto your collarbones. When he moves the two of you, laying you to the bed you grunt as he slips out of you, leaving you so empty, already aching to feel him inside you again even though you’re completely ruined at this point.

“I’ll take care of you, baby,” he mumbles, kissing your lips softly before getting up from the bed and disappearing in the bathroom. He returns with a damp towel and he carefully cleans you up, but you don’t miss the smug grin on his face when he sees just how good he fucked you, his semen dripping out of your now sensitive cunt.

“Like what you see?” you chuckle tiredly.

“I sure do. Love to see my girl full of me.”

“And you’re full of yourself,” you scoff, but reach for him to pull him down for another kiss. “I have to get up to pee, but I’m so tired.”

“We also should have a shower,” he smiles, pecking the tip of your nose. He reaches under you and easily picks you up into his arms bridal style and you have no idea how he has the energy to carry you to the bathroom after a show and the way he just fucked you. You stood at the backstage the whole time and only rode him at the end and you’re still completely sent.

He carefully sets you down to the toilet and you do your business without a care as he starts the water in the shower, grabbing two towels for you. When you’re finished, he helps you into the spacious walk in shower so you don’t slip and then insists to soap and wash you, taking good care of you. And just like that, he is back to caring boyfriend mode.

And you just love all versions of him.

Such a tease and so sexy

Harry’s exceptionally fabulous hip pop A.M Triple Ho 2.12.15

I love this. Is there a part 2.

AU | Famous!Reader x Fashion student!Harry

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word count: 20.3k

warnings: language

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recordstore!harry fucking yn in the back room with people in the store 👀

exhibition kink + humiliation kink possibly?

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(this is part of the recordstore!harry verse, but can be read as standalone) Part 1 | Part 2

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See, normally you would’ve gone right up to Harry and greeted him, but when you entered the record store and saw that he was busy helping a customer, you just made eye contact with him to let him know you’d arrived and went on to browse through your regular sections.

Coming back to this place still seemed so surreal at times. You couldn’t get over the fact that you’d come here regularly when you were in high school just to sneak peeks at the curly dimpled guy you fancied that worked here, trying to impress him by looking at the records you thought he’d be into, and now… now, you’d been dating for the past 8 months!

All those years back, you’d have never thought he’d even spare you a second glance, let alone pursue you the way he did. When you walked back into the store after that tinder date stood you up, it had been a good few years since you’d last seen him. Needless to say, the cute curly dimpled guy you fancied had turned into this beefy, lanky long haired tattooed rockstar, and had it not been for that same dimpled smirk and unmistakable green eyes you wouldn’t even had recognized him. But what had been even more surprising was the fact that he’d recognized you- you! You’d had no idea that he’d even ever known who you were!

“Chase Atlantic, huh? They’re good” a male voice snapped you after your reverie. You looked to your right only to be taken aback by how close this guy was hovering over you and at your confused look he gestured towards the record you were holding.

“Oh, yeah. They are”

“What else are you into? You look like an Arctic Monkeys kinda gal” he reached over you, unnecessarily so if you may add, to grab their vinyl.

“Uhm. Sure”

“Compliant little thing, aren’t you?” the guy hummed amusedly

You stammered, trying to put some distance between the two of you, and your eyes scanned the store in search for Harry but you heard him before you saw him

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t harass the store patrons, mate, especially if they happen to be my girlfriend”

You knew that tone of Harry’s all too well, and you hoped this guy didn’t have a smart remark at the ready, otherwise this could turn messy. You knew that from previous experience. Harry was, uhm… the possessive type, to put it mildly.

“Hey, absolutely!” the guy stepped back from between the two of you “No hard feelings, mate”

Harry just stared down at him until he removed himself completely from your proximity and you could then even hear his hurried footsteps towards the exit followed by the door chime.

“Was that absolutely necessary?” you sighed

Harry’s furrowed brows turned into a genuine scowl at that “What, and let him hit on you right under my nose?”

“It’s not like it’s written on my forehead that I’m property of Harry Edward Styles, you know”

He just stared at you, a slow smirk playing on his lips while he slowly chewed on his gum, and you knew that look all too well. That little devil inside your boyfriend was cooking up something, and seeing that evil twinkle in his eye gave you the shivers. In all the right ways.

“Come with me out the back for a smoke?”

“What? No, Harry, just tend to the customers so you can lock up and we can leave for the movies, we’re gonna miss the opening credits!” you whined

“That guy got me all riled up, gotta blow off some steam, yeah? I just need a quick drag. Coming or not?”

“Don’t you want me to keep an eye on the customers while you’re out?”

“No” he huffed impatiently

“…Fine.”

You followed Harry out the back corridor but before he could push the emergency exit door open, he pulled you in the storage room, making you yelp. He pulled the curtain in place which served as a makeshift separator from the store, reminding you of the instance when he’d broken the door that used to be there. It had been back when you’d had your first fight over the phone and he was working. You’d found out a long while after, when you saw the curtain for the first time with your own eyes. He never got to replacing it, apparently, so the raggedy curtain was still in place.

“You can’t smoke in here, your dad is going to kill you!”

He shrugged “Ok” his smirk widening “How about you get on down on your pretty knees for me then, darling?”

Your eyes widened “What? Shh, keep your voice down! There’s people in the store, Harry!”

“Oh, I’m well aware” he raised an eyebrow, leaning over to your earlobe “Don’t act like you don’t like this, sweetheart. You never came as hard and fast as you did back at the dorm when Meriam walked in on us. Who knew the sweet, innocent Y/N could turn into such a dirty little exhibitionist?”

“Shut up, I am not!”

He chuckled lowly “Oh yes, you are. Want me to check and see just how wet you are right now?” You squirmed and under his intense gaze, sank to your knees “’s what I thought” he smirked, making quick work of his belt

From your vantage point, you realized the curtain wasn’t even reaching all the way down to the floor, you could actually see the shadows of some of the customers walking about the store on the carpeted floor, and for some reason, you realized, Harry was absolutely right. It did turn you on. Why was this turning you on?!

But you were once again snapped out of your own train of thought when Harry tilted your chin upwards and brought his hard, leaky cock to your lips. “Let’s not miss those opening credits, hm?” there was a tinge of humor in his voice, but otherwise you recognized the distinctive strained quality it got every time he was turned on

You’d forgotten all about the movie and frankly you were already thinking of how you could convince him to skip it entirely. But for now, you had more important matters at hand. As soon as you put your mouth on him, he hissed loudly and you wondered if people could hear him. Surely they could, right? Even with the quiet music through the speakers, you could still hear people chatting, could hear their footsteps, could hear everything as clearly as if you were out there.

“Good girl” he cooed, his lust filled gaze never leaving your eyes “Better not gag, wouldn’t want the customers to hear” he smirked, his breathing getting labored.

Just then he pushed in a bit more harshly, and you tried your very best not to, but you still gagged and he pulled away, letting you recover. Hopefully it hadn’t been too loud but you still shot him a look to which he just shrugged, chewing his gum languidly “Wanna try that again? I know you can do better for me, love. C’mon. Stick that pretty pink tongue out”

The whispering only made it sound filthier. You inhaled a few times, readying yourself and then complied, and he slipped past your lips and right down your throat, holding your head for a couple seconds, then pulling back out “Taking it all like a champ. My little cockslut, aren’t you?” he nodded expectantly and you nodded in return earning a light chuckle while he fisted himself, pumping harshly. You could hear the sloppy friction of skin on skin and the mere idea that people on the other side could just glance over and spot your knees on the floor in front of his standing legs under the curtain and know exactly what was going on, was making it very difficult for you to hold in your moans “Yes you are. Came in here looking all innocent with those big doe eyes, but only I know how to coax all this nasty shit out of you, don’t I? Compliant little thing…” he spat the last phrase, quoting the guy from earlier, and you were surprised that he’d caught that, but then again- of course he had, that’s what had gotten him into such a mood in the first place.

You couldn’t help it anymore, you just had to feel some kind of relief, so you snaked your hand underneath your skirt and rubbed yourself over your panties- he was right- you were drenched, and the fact that if anyone were to peek they’d see exactly what you were doing with your hand made you even needier. Part of you wished someone was secretly watching the whole thing whilst pretending to look at vinyl records. You wondered if they were turned on by it.

“Oh fuck, look at you” he whispered harshly between his teeth “Better make sure you come, Y/N, because right after I cum all over your pretty face we’re getting out of here, right? Gonna see if branding you as mine is going to help deter all the poor souls that would ever dream of coming near you again”

“Fuck” you gasped a little louder than intended, your fingers pushing past your panties and into your desperate pussy and you watched Harry clench his teeth and tighten his jaw as his pumps got quicker and quicker. Just as you felt the first rope of his cum hit your face, you moved your wet fingers to your clit, rubbing furiously and coming quicker than you ever had before, still spasming when he finally brought his tip back to your lips to smear it all around and have you have a taste as well.

“Store closes in five!” you were almost startled by his loud voice and looked up to him to see his dimpled smile and glassed over eyes “Fuck, you’re gorgeous…” he whispered, more to himself than you, it seemed. “Gonna close up and then I’ll bring you some wet tissues, ok love?” he helped you to your shaky feet and before you could even properly distance yourself from the curtain he pulled it aside, making you scurry backwards and behind some shelves, lest someone actually saw the state you were in. He winked back at you before he walked off and you were left wondering how the hell had you just done all that, and most importantly, why you couldn’t wait to do it again soon.

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A/N: i love writing these two, can you tell 🥵

THE PIC EVEN HAS A CURTAIN IN THE BACK ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, i chose it after i wrote it! ☠️

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