1/ Ok Long Anon :) Back Longer Than Ever ! Because Was There One Time Harry Was Seen At Like A Western

Later… with Jools Holland 

mmmmm thinking bout harry being a little shit ab seeing your hard nipples in a baby tee or tank top. like it’s summer and ur not wearing a bra & he notices and smirks slightly and being all boyish like going to pinch and kiss them. bonus points if ur at a party & he presses his cold drink to ur nipple while smirking to rile you up further. yea just thinking thots!! 😵‍💫

oh fuck yeah titty stuff !!!

Music thumped through the walls of the house, people crowded in the living room that trailed all the way out the door to the pool that had people swam in to cool down in.

It was a miserable, hot summer. Harry and Y/N had gotten invited to a party, one with close friends only. It was one of those summers where you kicked the AC on and sat on the couch naked in hopes to cool down.

Harry wore a loose white shirt with yellow shorts that came up to his thigh, while his girl decided on a crop top tank top and shorts. No bra. No bra whatsoever. She didn't care, people knew she hardly ever worn them.

"No bra tonight?" Harry whispered into her ear from behind her, his hands traveling up her stomach slowly before cupping them carefully. He jiggled them softly, a smirk on his lips. "Teasing me, I see."

"It's fuckin' hot, weirdo," She chuckled out, leaning her back against his front as she looked down at his hands. She let out a small huff, biting down on her lip as he watched his fingers slide under the shirt.

"You're very fuckin' hot, you got that right," He whispered into her ear, peppering kisses down her neck slowly as his fingers rubbed softly as her nipples. She let out a soft whine, feeling her core started to heat up from the sensation.

"God, there are people around the corner, Harry," She mumbled out, her eyes scanning around the area, "Like, literally right around the corner--"

"Let them see, then," He mumbled as he pulled from her to stand in front of her. He pulled her tank top up, pushing her against the brick wall as his hand laid flat against the wall.

"What are you--oh, fuck," She hissed as Harry's lips caught her nipple. He sucked on it slowly, his tongue lightly flicking against her nub. She ran a hand through his hair, hissing out as she pressed her core against his waist.

"Jesus christ," He muttered, pulling off her nipple with a small pop, "All these just for me,"

He started to kitten lick her nipple, his other hand having a tight grip onto her titty. His cock started to harden in his pants, and she felt that against her thigh.

"S-Stop!" She laughed out, placing a hand onto his shoulder before pushing him away playfully. She pulled her shirt down, letting out a huff, "I'm going to get a drink, you freak,"

"Freak for you, baby, c'mon, don't go." Harry laughed as she walked away, but he followed after her with a small shimmy of his shoulders, "Baby love!"

Later on that night, Y/N was standing next to her friends while she talked with them. Harry was off doing whatever the fuck Harry does at parties, and she hadn't seen him in sometime.

It wasn't until he had stood next to her that she felt more at ease. Parties usually gave her anxiety, but Harry helped her a lot through it.

He had a cold glass of tequila in his hands with a couple of cubes in it. She looked at him with a perk of a brow.

"Where did you get that?"

"Inside," He hummed softly, pointing towards the door, "They brought out a new bottle."

"Can you get me a glass, please?" She pouted towards him.

"No," He said as he sipped his drink slowly, "But you can have some of mine,"

"Dick."

Harry smirked softly as he placed the drink in front of her chest, his eyes staring down at her nipples that showed through the shirt. He licked over his lips, pressing the glass to her nipple.

"Harry!" She jumped, "Shit that's cold!"

He watched as her nipple started to harden, biting back a smirk as his hand gripped at her hip.

"Hell yeah it's cold," He muttered lowly into her ear.

"Weirdo! Give me your drink!" She chuckled as she took the drink from him, clutching it to her chest before taking a long sip.

"Just let me play with your titties, we can go back to the corner--"

"God, you are so horny tonight," She chuckled again, stepping away from him as she crossed her arms.

"I can't help it," He whined, "I love them so bad--"

"How many shots of tequila have you had tonight?" She perked her brow with a teasing smirk. Harry's face straightened, eyes wide as he gave her a lopsided smile.

"....Six?"

"Yeah, you're cut off."

Soon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Okay but tanktoprry sitting you on his lap and burying his cock deep inside your pussy but he tells you that you cant move. Makes you stick your tongue out so he can suck on it and pinch your nipples until you squirt on his cock🤭

ur sick..... i like it

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"I said sit still," His voice was firm as his nails dug into her skin tightly, his jaw clenched as he felt her walls pulse around his cock. She let out a soft whine, clutching his forearms tightly. She panted out, feeling Harry start to rock his hips back and forth slowly as the tip of his cock hit her spot over and over again.

"It feels--god!" She cried out, pinching her eyes shut tightly. Harry chuckled darkly, one of his hands roaming to the back of her neck to grasp the roots of her hair. "Neeuugghh..."

"Be a good girl and shut up f'me, okay? Tongue out," He used his other finger to tap her lips slowly. She whimpered, doe eyes glued down to him as she poked her tongue out slowly. He smirked, forcing her head to come closer before sliding her tongue past his lips.

He sucked her tongue, massaging his own against it before flicking and kitten licking it carefully as he started to fuck his pulsing cock up into her with much force. Her stomach was on fire, feeling like she was going to explode into a million pieces. Harry's hand slowly roamed up to her stomach, past her belly button and to her nipples.

His two fingers pinched, twisted and flicked at them as his other hand took her hip and made her grind against his cock at a quicker pace. She cried out, nearing in tears as pants left her. Harry felt her pussy start to become drenched, knowing she was going to bust at any moment now.

Taking a handful of her breasts, he squeezed it harshly as he started to buck his hips up into her pussy over and over again. She grabbed a fistful of his hair, crying out as her head nearly tilted back from the pleasure. Harry smirked slowly, letting go of her tongue before taking her hips into his hands and watched as she fell apart on his cock.

"Fucked dumb, baby?" He chuckled out.

She couldn't even reply. The feeling of his large cock had her nearly in tears, her fingernails digging deep into his skin as she felt her orgasm burst through her.

"Harry! Oh my--god!!" She nearly screamed as she felt a pool of wetness start to drip from her, onto his cock and thighs. Harry pursed his lips, brows furrowed as he watched her squirt on his cock. Making a mess was always one of the--most fun things that Harry enjoyed.

"Mm, fuckin' hell, good girl--make a mess all over my cock," He said as he stroked her hair slowly, tilting his head as he watched her crumble until she collapsed onto him. Harry hummed as she continued to fuck her into her pussy, feeling his stomach twist in knots as the newfound wetness made his cock throb harder until he came thick long ropes into her.

He hissed out, biting down onto her shoulder as his eyes rolled back into his head.

It was a good fuck.

I wanna get railed so bad while wearing one of his Styles embroidered shirts

short but explicit 🤭 ***nsfw warning

(also this isn’t set in covid times.....don’t go out for brunch, even Harry wants to rail you in the bathroom! stay home instead!!)

Harry's shirt is rumpled his hand at the small of your back, the fabric wrinkling into angry creases in his clenched fist. His thrusts are coming so hard and frantic that you have to grab onto the faucet for leverage. His eyes travel down to where your tits bounce beneath his top. Your body jolts with his every trust, his surname egging him on from the left breast. He groans at the sight, watching your flesh spill out of your bra as he fucks you sloppily in the Old Place bathroom. 

"Fucking shit,” Harry breathes, stilling his hips for a moment. His heart is slamming hard against his chest, his breath shortened and begging for a moment of rest. You gasp at the fullness as he stays buried to his hilt, his hands knotting into his own sweaty hair, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. He’s overwhelmed, trying to keep it together as the heat of your bodies begins to steam up the mirror.

But he’s taking too long and your body already misses the weight of his over yours and the keen rhythm of his hips. You whine, sliding your hands to the edge of the counter top. He moans as he slips out, one hand instinctively reaching to pull the hem on your back away so his view remains unobstructed.  

You reach between your bodies, squeezing the head of his cock and smirking over your shoulder when he moans a little too loudly. You break your soft laughter to taunt him with a quiet ‘shhh’ as you line him up again. A low hum rumbles in his chest from behind you as you found a similar tempo to before, throwing your ass back to meet the gentle flick of his pelvis that, at this point, you’re pretty sure is involuntary. 

One more sly glance to him over your shoulder and his weight is pushed over you again, one hand reaching around you spread your slick over your center to knead velvety circles over your clit. The sound of skin slapping is so loud and overwhelming that you’re positive it’s echoing down the small, empty hallway and into the private dinning room all your friends are sat in. 

“Fuck, there! Fuck!” you gasped. “Make me come.” It’s a subtle demand, one you know he'll always rise to, said breathlessly as your knees threatened to buckle. 

You surrender to that jelly feeling in your legs, landing on your elbows against the counter, relying on his arm around your middle to keep you steady. A sinful cry springs from your mouth and you feel like statics taken over your brain as he brings you to the edge. 

He mouths at your shoulder as he comes too, leaving open mouth kisses against your skin. He grabs your face gently in one of his big hands, tilting your mouth to meet his for a feverish kiss. You realize its the first and only one of your rendezvous so you press yourself closer to him. The hungry flare between you has quickly died down and the kiss turns sweet before he pulls out. 

Harry reaches over, gathering some paper towels from the dispenser and offering them to you with a peck to your cheek. As you reach between your legs to clean yourself off, his attention wanders back down to the reflection of his second name on your breast. You haven’t had the chance to adjust your bra back and its enough to make all his thoughts go back straight to his cock. For a split second, he reckons he just needs a big glass of water and, maybe, a light fondle before he’s already ready to go again. 

But the annoyed look you shoot him as you throw the wad of towels away is enough to snap him and his dick back into reality. 

“Should wear it more often,” he nods to the shirt, his fingers tugging on the line of buttons down the front. “Drives me mad.” 

prompt for all the tropes: “did you like last night’s head”

ceorry

yn: 😏

h: yes?

yn: did you enjoy last nights head?

h: don’t fucking tease me at work. you know i did, my heart.

yn: was just thinking about how sore my throat is right now.

h: make it even worse tonight if you don’t cut it out.

yn: you’re so cranky at work

h: do you enjoy being a stay at home mum? i would zip your lips

yn: know another way you could shut me up

h: for fucks sake

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deafrry

yn: hiiii

h: no, you’re rude

yn: 😔

h: can’t believe how spoiled i’ve made you

yn: im not spoiled!

h: i gave you head until you came twice, then you fell asleep without returning the favor

yn: I didn’t know i was required to 🤔

h: dont be a brat

yn: come over to my dorm rn and ill be generous 😋

h: be there in ten

— a few hours later —

yn: how was the head 😉

h: i cant believe you convinced me to eat you out first

h: but it was awesome as always

h: spoiled fucking brat

yn: 👑

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mlbrry

yn: soooo, how was the head last night 👀

h: the best i ever had, you give the best blowies baby

yn: you’ve only had like two other people suck your cock lmao

h: ☹️

h: it was still the best

h: wouldn’t mind another

yn: maybe if you’re lucky ❤️

h: [picture attachment]

* a picture of his bulge, tucked away in athletic shorts*

yn: mouthwatering 💦

h: baby

h: get your ass over to the frat right now

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cheatrry

yn: anna’s bragging that she gave you some great head last night? how was it?

h: cut it out, puppy

yn: I don’t know what you mean

h: you know exactly where my prick was last night, all snug up in you on my lap in my bed, ring a bell?

yn: can’t remember

h: oh, i think you do. you were all squirmy and whiney, crying out my name

h: and how much you love me

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h: puppy

yn: it’s just annoying

h: just tell me darling

yn: i know, h. not much longer.

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gangrry

h: send me that video from last night

yn: which one?

h: don’t play dumb, the one of you gagging on me

yn: why, was the head good?

h: why do you think i married you?

yn: you can fuck off, now you’re not getting it

h: come on, brat. im just fucking around, married you cause of your tits. now send me the video.

yn: you can sleep at niall’s tonight

thinking about how priest!harry would fuck y/n in a church without hesitation.

she would be pressed against the stage, her head tilted back to stare at the cross above them. harry would be snug between her thighs, cock aching inside her as he thrusts in and out of her. her walls clenching around him, she would cry out from how good it feels.

he would be so sick. sick enough to drag a wooden cross down her chest, right between her breasts as he fucks into her. or use it to press against her throat to cut off her airflow.

"father harry, p-please, i can't--it feels so good," she would cry out, her toes curling as his hard cock rutted up into her dripping wet pussy. harry would smirk at the formal name, his fingers trailing down her stomach to watch her goosebumps raise.

"call out my name, darling, let the angels hear you," his hips would snap harder into her, his hands clasping around her thighs as he held her hips to his to bury his cock into her.

"g-god! oh my god!" she would cry out, grasping at the low carpeting on the stage as her back arched. she would feel herself nearly there, ready to release all over his cock.

"mmmm, wrong name, but i'll take it," he would chuckle out.

Harry’s a dick, and Y/N hates him for it.

WARNINGS: small dick energy from Harry until all of a sudden it’s big dick energy, if anyone treats you like this at work, please for the love of god go to HR, switch Harry and Y/N, degrading sex, PIV sex, oral (fem and male receiving,) rimming, spit kink, idk man lots of different sex things in this, lots o’ swearing bc it wouldn’t be a fic by me without it and lots of plot where they just hate each other so much lol.

(A/N Here it is; love you all. Pls let me know your thoughts!)

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Y/N hated Harry. 

She hated his perfectly coiffed hair and his smooth, glowy skin. She hated his award-winning smile, which drew people in like a siren or summat, his melodic laugh and the swoon of his voice, which could charm even the grumpiest of coworkers. She hated his leather jackets and his heeled boots, his vanilla and tobacco scent and his tattoos.

And she especially hated the way he teased her. 

Y/N would consider herself a strong and willful woman; she was intelligent and knowledgeable about her work. She cared about her clients and the colleagues around her, even if they were more often laughing at her than actually talking to her. She was well-spoken and confident, but something about Harry riddled her into a bumbling fool for some reason. She could hardly form a sentence around him. And if, by some miracle, she did, it was primitive and nonsensical, often made more embarrassing by the fact that she was usually trying to defend herself against his incessant taunting. 

It was infuriating. Each time she saw him leaving one of the elevators across from her desk, she would internally groan, duck her head and try and focus on whatever was on her computer screen. Anything to avoid capturing his attention, and no doubt his mockery straight after. Why did he need to come down here so often? It felt like he was doing it on purpose. None of the other members on the associate’s team would bother to come down to the analyst floor (too busy dealing with actual clients and pretending they were much better than any analyst still wading through spreadsheets and numbers), but each day he would arrive, waltzing down and gliding across the shitty commercial carpet as if he owned the place, and Y/N fucking hated it. 

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Masterlist

* contains mature content

Hide and Seek Series*

Here Comes Trouble (#1) Here Goes Nothing (#2)

I Put a Spell on You (#3) In the Past (#4)

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas (#5)

Hazed & Confused (#6) Headlines & Bylines (#7)

More Than You (#8)  And Baby Makes Three (#9)

Blame It On Me (#10)  Sugar, We’re Going Down (#11)

Living With Ghosts (#12)

(Yes, I will be finishing this story but for now it has been put on the back burner while I focus on school)

One Shots

Thinking Out Loud - For the love of fluff

Say My Name* Four years later and I still feel it

Dance For You* - Let me show you how much I love you

Dirty Little Secret* - Sometimes all you need is a supply closet

Merry Christmas, Darling* - All wrapped up under the tree

All That Ruckus* - You fuck in it, you buy it

Naked* - But if you’ll just take off your mask

If You Can’t Stand the Heat* - You can’t keep your hands off me, can you?

It Was Only a Kiss - How did we end up like this?

Little Spoon* - Just you and me, between the sheets

Impulses* - I just really want to touch you

Mini-shots (< 2000 words)

A Night in Paris*

Roll Up the Partition, Please*

I Think I Wanna Marry You*

I’m Not the Only One, A Case of You

I’m Not Drunk

First Time*

Keep Quiet*

I’m Pregnant, Baby’s Here, Daddy’s Here

Thank God for Technology*

Breathless*

Morning Routine, Squeaky Clean*

Blurbs

It’s Not a Flower*

I’ll Be Home for Christmas/Surprise

Kiss Me at Midnight

Poor Thing

Imagine getting to fuck Harry wearing nothing but one of his shirts with your heels on and messy hair. He keeps biting your lips and grabbing your ass and spanking you. He's kind of out of control and you kneel before him to suck his cock and almost devour it as he keeps tugging your hair and thrusting into your mouth. "Such a slut fo me aren't ya baby" and you'd smile while licking his balls and then he wrecks you. "on fours darlin imma fill you up so good"

🥵🥵🥵

I feel a new one shot on the horizon