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Jason | Saturday Night Live (2019)

Jason | Saturday Night Live (2019)

Drive Me Wild

- where Harry has a problem expressing emotions, and Y/n talks too much

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A/N: mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, indications of depression, and a very mild form of smut (if we can really call it that)

Song mentioned: Invisible String by Taylor Swift 

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December 23, 2016

“Do you even have feelings for me?”

Celeste was sitting across the booth at their local diner, a half-empty mug of hot chocolate left stale at the table top, her eyes wet and cold just like the December she’d been trying so desperately to feel warm in.

Harry had his hands held together in front of him, his eyes void and stare blank as his mind played back to all the times he’d given his all to her. Sure, he didn’t always do it with a smile on his face or with lovestruck eyes, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t happy.

And how could she not see it? How could she not feel it? He didn’t even bother spending his time with anybody else because he didn’t like anybody else. She was his only company, his only kiss, his only friend.

How was that not enough?

“What would make you think that I don’t?”

She laughed, right in his face, like it wasn’t enough to tear him apart.

“You’re kidding me, right?” She looked serious then, her face fallen and lips frowned. He felt stupid because he must have done something he couldn’t remember, or something to blindly hurt her feelings, yet he had no idea what it was. They were doing so good. “Do you even know how you look at me? Like I’m not even here. Like I’m boring you half to death. I can’t even tell what you’re feeling right now.”

Broken, sad, confused. He wanted to tell her that — he really did — but what would it have mattered? He’d still have that same meaningless stare and that same emptiness that had brought them to that very moment. She wouldn’t believe him even if she wanted to.

And it shouldn’t have broken him as much as it did, considering they weren’t even dating — just testing the waters, feeling each other out, wondering if their dreams could ever belong in their reality — but it hurt him just the same. She was the closest thing to a girlfriend Harry ever had, after all.

“Talking to you is like — it’s like talking to a wall. You’re just… there.”

She stopped to look at him more intentionally then — maybe she had missed something all along. Maybe, there was something he did to show the smallest of his emotions, like a shift in his eye, a pitch in his breath, a quiver of his lip.

But just like every other time, there was nothing. He was incurably empty.

“I think you’ve laughed at something I’ve said maybe, five times?” She let out a breathy chuckle because the tension was so thick she could hardly keep herself together, and she was so nervous, and he was so unpredictable. “And then you have this way with your words where, like you say certain things to beat around the bush about how you truly feel about me, and then it makes me wonder if it’s because you don’t even feel that way at all.”

He wanted to argue with her so bad. He wanted so badly to prove to her how wrong she was but how could he have, when she was so right?

Nobody had ever taught him how to do that — the relationships, the emotions, the vulnerability that came with being human. He couldn’t even recall a single time his parents had laughed at something he had said — couldn’t recall his parents ever having friends over, having date nights, even smiling at one another.

And to make matters worse, he was an only child. He was constantly around the voidance of his parents, the empty conversations, the pit of silences — really, that was all he had ever known. And later, that was what he grew into.

And if he could have changed it, he would have. But how does one go from keeping it all inside, to letting it all out?

He’s tried it all — emptying bottles of wine, smoking down blunts, shoving pills down his throat — and still couldn’t he laugh alongside himself, smile at memories that haven’t let him go, pour his heart out to strangers.

That wasn’t him. That wasn’t who he was supposed to be, no matter how hard he tried to be that person for her.

But again, why wasn’t that enough?

“But I’m here, aren’t I?”

Celeste looked at him like it was the last time she was ever going to. And he knew.

“I don’t think you want to be.”

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Harry Styles lockscreens (photography by Collier Schorr)

King of the Jungle III

A/N: Sorry for the wait!! We’ve had lots going on so we haven’t had a chance to write this one, but here is the highly requested continuation of our Tarzan!harry piece. You find out a little bit more about Harry in this one… they do the nasty again 👀but as always, this is all fiction so enjoy ✨✨✨ - n + d send feedback and requests here

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pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

warnings: mentions of death, smut, primal!kink, squirting 👀

word count: 8k

Y/N’s family had never been keen on a hands on approach to their work. Gorillas are rather territorial and protective creatures and messing with them could have them all get extremely hurt. Instead, Y/N and the crew stayed at a safe distance and collected data. It was more observational, they’d only step in if anyone got hurt. 

The whole day Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about Harry. She wanted to know more about him and hoped that through speaking with him and showing him things that he would develop at a quicker pace. She hated feeling like she was above him in any way shape or form, but also knew that it was good to keep a safe barrier between the two of them. When Y/N got back to the camp for dinner she decided to do some investigating. 

“How long have humans been coming here?” Y/N asked curiously, wondering if people had known about this place for a while or if it was her family that discovered it. “Just wondering because it seems like there are tons of resources here… seems like, like there were people here before you know?” Y/N didn’t want to blow her cover, no. Maybe tomorrow she could go to Harry’s tree house and see how it was that he knew English. Maybe have him tell her more? Part of her didn’t want to push him too hard, but she really did need answers. It was the only way she could help him.

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“Move”

Rating: NC-17 (smut)

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The evening was hot and muggy, the hair that you had spent hours on earlier today when Harry announced that he wanted to go on a date that evening starting to stick to your now sweaty neck, regret filling your mind about how long it took, and how it will probably go up in some sort of hair tie pretty soon. Trying to find relief you tilted your head backwards and let the strands dangle to the middle of your back, swaying your head back and forth gently to let any type of air in the thick humidity hit the back of your neck. Your eyes slid closed for a minute when air hit your neck, shivers running up your spine. For a minute you thought it was pure luck, like the heavens were listening, but a split-second later you realized you knew where this stream of air was coming from. Your eyes opened halfway and you looked to your right, to the source of the air, and they landed on a set of perfect raspberry red lips, wet from the drink he was sipping on in a shape of an O.

“You don’t happen to have a hair tie, do you?” you groaned and bit your lip, glancing at the top of his head that was still adoring his Dunkirk hair, the shaved bits were now growing back into his beautiful curls. They were not long enough for him to pile any sort of tiny bun on his head, but you still had hope. For a month or two after he chopped it off for charity and it was buzzed for the movie, there was still a hair tie lingering in his pocket or on his wrist out of pure instinct and familiarity. It took him another two months to figure out that he wouldn’t need one, finally ditching them. You thought that maybe if he was growing it back, the hair ties would come back.

He glanced at his wrist, brows pulled together as his arm twisted around and he pouted out, shoving his hand in one pocket, then the other one. He looked at you with sorrow in his face, grabbing at your locks and wrapping them in a circle between his index and thumb finger. Leaning in he blew another stream of air on your neck, the pressure of the wind getting closer until you felt his lips on your skin.

“Think you look gorgeous”, his nose skimmed the side of your neck, letting your hair fall back down and his hand snaked over the back of your neck. It was cold from him holding his drink and you let out an approving sigh, your head lulling back in search for more. He was still planting wet kisses on your neck and rubbed his thumb on your skin, one more sweet kiss before he pulled away.

“Ugh” you grumbled and dipped into your small purse, in search of any relief, a rubber band would do right now. You wouldn’t care if it pulled at your roots or broke it, you were about to ask the waitress at the bar for a knife to cut it all off. Taking a deep breath in when you closed your purse, you moved your huge mane of hair to one side of your shoulder, letting it cascade down the front of your chest.

“Sorry, love”, his hand moved down the center of your back, rubbing circles on your spine, “all the more reason for me to grow mine back”, his smile was halfway on his face, sipping at his ‘Old Jamaican’ drink he was so insistent on, because “We always have rum and coke, love. We are in Jamaica, we are trying something new, right?”

“Can think of another reason why”, you smirked and took a small sip from your drink, knowing he was thinking about it when his hand paused for a minute on your back.

“The first night I had this you told me it was easier to pull on”, he smirked and took another sip, his lips curling over his teeth as he swallowed, “less tangles for you to get stuck in when I’m eatin’ you” he said so blasé and monotone you wanted to ignore the tingle between your legs, but he had this power over you. Of course you two were best friends and did basically everything together, and he turned you on as much as you made him crazy, but he was just talking right now, and you should not be pressing your thighs together. There was nothing sexual in his tone but the way he lookedright now – all tanned from being on the beach and doing nothing else all week, and smelling like coconut, alcohol and him – it was driving you into thoughts you should not be having.

Before you could say anything, the club that Damian Marley was playing at started to fill drastically, people packing in all around you and you were both stuck in the middle, dirty thoughts subsided when you started chatting with a woman next to you. She was nice, and charming, and you thought nothing more than a sweet stranger until she took a couple of glances up at Harry. Her eyes sparkled and flickered back down to you, as if you didn’t see it. Your jealousy shouldn’t be spiked but you’ve had a drink now and you were ready to throw punches if needed.

“Harry, love”, you turned to him after pausing your conversation with the stranger, rubbing your hands up the thin fabric of his sleeveless baggy shirt. Glancing up at him you made yourself known to the woman behind you when you kissed his jaw, rubbing your hand over his stomach.

“Mmmm?” he moaned in approval at your lips touching his face, half lidded eyes peering down at you.

“Can you get me another drink?” you held up your now empty glass (you gulped it down after a jealous conversation) , peering up at him.

“Course”, he kissed your temple and took your empty glass, “don’t go far”, he turned on his heel and nodded to the woman next to you, swiftly moving towards the bar between people. It was like he was Moses parting the red sea; people just parted for him like he wasn’t asking.

The crowd started to move in a bit more, you turned to look over your shoulder to find Harry because the ‘holding his place’ thing was getting a bit too much since people were starting to give you the side eye. But you found Harry’s eyes quickly and he smiled just a bit at you, holding the drinks steady in his hands. Again, he wasn’t even asking but people just seemed to move for him without the slightest bit of anger.

“Here ya go, pretty lady”, he handed you your drink held up his, and you joined him in a friendly ‘cheers’ clink of your glasses. The both of you took a sip and smiled at each other, your hand running through his hair.

“You look so handsome”, you said over your glass.

“Shush”, he grabbed your wrist and held a kiss to the bottom of your palm, the woman who was behind you must have been eyeballing him because he glanced her way, then back down at you, smirking – a laugh coming from his nose and hitting your skin.

“Don’t think your new friend likes us very much”, he let go of your wrist and your hand traveled down his toned chest, resting on his navel.

“You look so fuckin’ beautiful”, his eyes traveled from your head slowly, scanning your neck that he’s left so many love bites on, the shoulders he bites and massages, your chest, stopping at your breasts and he bit his lip.

“Perv” you stifled out a laugh and turned towards the stage, but his eyes were still burning into you. He reached your ass and then – what was that?

His eyes searched through the slit of your dress, just to look at that again. What was that? Was it a tattoo? A gold tattoo? Of a … sparrow? On your thigh? He needed to see this. Needed to see a bit of territory that was his now marked with something that piqued his interest. When did she put this on, and was it there for him to find it?

He started to reach down with his fingers when the lights turned all the way off; the only lights that turned back on were on the stage. People started to cheer and so did you, your hands cupping your mouth when you let out an approving and excited squeal.

He wanted nothing more than to watch you now, watch you sing along and dance, and to hold you in front of him when a slow song came on. He wanted to enjoy this concert because it was a fucking Marley and this was once in a lifetime, but he was not forgetting the flash of gold on your thigh that caught his eye. He was going to enjoy this concert and the fact that he was not known at all here in Jamaica, and how good of a time you two were having on vacation. Taking a sip of his drink he followed you with your approving yells when Damian came out, followed by a few other people. The concert started and he was distracted, but not enough to look for this hidden gem later on.

Four songs in and the entire venue was filled with people, traces of lingering cannabis smoke which made you a bit dizzy when mixed with your already intoxicated self, Damian on stage going between songs and just straight up jamming with the band like right now, where it was so packed that you were forced to stand in front of Harry. His hands had snaked down to your waist as to hold on to you if you were to walk away he wouldn’t lose you, but you have no idea where you would go in this atmosphere, and you didn’t want to go anywhere. Your head lulled back onto his chest during a particularly slower song, his hands wrapping their way around your sweaty stomach, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Harry”, you reached up and wrapped your hand around the back of his neck, sweat covering your palm as you rubbed the smooth skin.

“Sweetheart”, he kissed up your neck, little nibbles and licks here and there.

“Love you”, you reminded him, and even though it was a drunk thought, it was a real thought. And he knew that.

“Someone’s having a good time”, he hummed and smiled against your skin, pulling your sweaty back to his chest. He swayed with you for a while and you kept your hand on his neck, the two of you safely intertwined into the music, and each other. It was something you never wanted to get sick of, and somewhere you always wanted to be. No matter how hot and sweaty you were, or how your makeup was probably dripping and your hair a frizz ball, he was enamored still, and that made you fall even harder for him. You had to face him, you had to kiss his lips, and let him know how much you really, really, felt about him.

Turning around your eyes met his, his lids at half mass under his glossy and slightly red eyes which brought out the green even harder. He studied your face for a minute and bit his lip in curiosity as you played with the sweaty pieces of hair on the back of his neck. You wanted to drink him in, to soak up this moment – the moment you knew you really truly realized you had handed over your heart to him.

“S’matter”, he slurred out of those beautifully wet red lips, one eyebrow shot up out of curiosity.

“Just… love you”, you brushed the top of his sweaty head, “probably forever”, and before he could have a chance to respond, and before you could look into his eyes for a response of any kind, your lips sank onto his. He accepted quickly, his hands snaking into the soaking locks until he was able to grip the back of your head, a handful of hair wound through his fist lightly, tugging gently. He had better leverage this way, and he was able to explore more skin

His lips parted from yours and he inhaled, attacking your jugular and kissing sweetly down your neck.

“So much”, he slurred under his drunkenly high state, “love you”, he said it backwards, but you knew he meant it.

It felt like hours that the two of you were embracing this long. You were quite literally shoulder to shoulder with seven or eight other people who were just as into their own thing as you were. No one was paying attention to anyone, the vibe was so relaxed, so raw, and under these lights, in this heat, with these vibes – it was also unmistakably sexy.

The band started to pick up from the random jam, a small beat coming through. It was slow at first, but when Damian started to chant something about his father, you were woken from your trance. You hadn’t noticed that you were now gripping onto Harry like your life absolutely depended on it, your cheek pressed up against his chest so hard that you probably caused a red mark to form. You blinked a bit and licked your lips, wiggling a bit.

You also hadn’t noticed that Harry’s hands had got considerably closer to your bum, the heat from the evening sticking his palms on your dress. You didn’t notice that he was fiddling with the fabric on your dress, and you reallydidn’t notice that he was holding you steady – with one leg between your legs. You felt your entire body get hot when you came to your senses and could feel everything again. You could smell him, his sweat mixed with him and his cologne, along with the vibrations of his chest when he hummed along.

The overwhelming sense of the button on his jeans was rubbing dangerously close to your slick core, his thigh pressing just slightly up in-between your legs every other time his soft sways leaned all of his weight on one leg. Trembling, you realized you needed more. Your hands traveled from his neck down to his back, until it rested on his lower back.

He stilled when your fingers pressed into the back of his jeans, pulling him closer into your chest. Wordless, you glanced up at him and he looked down at you like it was in slow motion. Lifting your leg, you watched his eyes and he inhaled through his teeth when you properly mounted yourself flush on the thick of his thigh muscle, pressing down a bit.

Just then you heard what was going on behind you. The band was playing a melody that egged you on even farther. It was reggae but it was in true Damian form with a harder rock undertone, the bass driving you both insane. You sat up against him and he pulled you up by the waist, his hand around your thigh, thumb rubbing on the gold sparrow he had found earlier. It was sweaty and falling off a bit from his contact, but he was still very intrigued.

“Did you want me to find this, little one? Wearing one of my tattoos on your thigh so daddy could find it?” he growled into your ear and the moment he said ‘daddy’, you knew, for a fact, you were fucked.

“Want you to fuck it off of me”, you said unto his ear and he only shifted harder forward, guiding your hips so that you were bucking into a rhythm onto his thigh, whimpers leaving your mouth as your clit rubbed against his thigh bone. His hand snaked around the back of your head and he pulled again, this time a little harder, exposing your neck to him. One arm was gripping your thigh, the other on your head as he pulled you closer, attaching his lips to your neck.

“Want everyone to see you fuckin’ my thigh? Hmmm? Dirty girl you are…” he groaned when your other leg brushed against his length as you rubbed up again, pressing your core so hard onto his leg it was almost painful, “get wha’ you need, little one… then I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’ be able to move”, he challenged, biting the bottom of your ear.

“Harry… oh god”, you gasped out and he held your head back, his lips removed from your skin.

“Wanna watch you cum all over my leg”, he bit his bottom lip and peered down at you, watching you rock back and forth, not sure if the moisture that already formed was from his sweat or from your own desires – but the thought of the smell of sex in the air with people in such close proximity made you climb to your high quickly, a whimper and a squeal leaving your lips. He kissed you then, deep and passionate, wrapping the other arm around you, biting your lip as he pulled away, taking it with him.

“Not too loud, kitten”, he pressed, “don’t want to get caught, do you?” his thumb brushed up against your bottom lip and you shook your head no. He was still gripping the back of your head and your hands pressed against his hard chest, digging into the fabric that covered his flesh when you felt yourself shake.

“Ride me harder”, he pulled you close and kissed your jaw, his other hand flush on your ass, now.

“Harry!” you squealed breathlessly when he pressed his thigh up harder onto you, your slow and rhythmic grinding became static and short, fistfuls of his shirt in your hands as you came undone, gurgling and sputtering out his name, burying your face until his chest.

“Got m’leg all wet”, he pressed a kiss into your cheek, “these are expensive jeans, and you made a mess on the ground”, he had both of his hands on your ass now, palming at the soft flesh.

You shook for a few seconds later, inhaling and exhaling and he held you close with both arms, the grip on your hair was now focused on the grip on your back and you took one more grind forward to press your leg into his hard erection, your palm snaking down to the front of his jeans, rubbing against it in pure lust.

“Please”, you trembled one more time, the aftershock of riding on him in public, and having a wild orgasm in public making you dizzy.

“Not here, love”, he glanced around and even though no one was looking, and you were pretty sure no one would give a single fuck if he went up on stage and fucked you right in front of Damian, he was still very much Harry Styles, and he was always cautious.

“C’mon”, he turned around and crouched down, his palms flat and up towards you and he mentioned a “come here” with his fingers. You climbed on his back as best as you could, tossing the sticky hair off of your back and finding somewhere to grab him to hang on for dear life.

He skillfully left the club with you around his waist, dodging people left and right. Your head was ducked into the space between his shoulder blades when he stopped, straightening his body so you could slide off once you were outside of the club. He wasted no time grabbing you by the wrist and pulling down the street to the four –story parking lot. Once his hand hit the door to the stairs, he closed it quickly and jumped up one flight, pressing your back up against the cold mint colored wall.

His lips found yours hungrily, the air between the two of you was just as hot, maybe even hotter than the Jamaican humidity. The rum mixed with his absolute burning desire on his lips was enough for you to come again then and there, your sweat drenched bodies sticking together when he came up for air. One hand was on the wall next to your head, the other fiddling with the slit on your dress. His fingers once again found the sparrow, he glanced at it and it was halfway gone.

“Not fucked enough yet, I guess”, he kissed up your neck, sucking at a spot you knew was going to show a serious bruise tomorrow. He continued to work on your neck and he didn’t notice that you were hooking your thumb into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down. The red lace trailed down your thighs and he let go of your neck when you bent just a bit, his eyes flashing red down to your movements.

“Did you want to do this?” you stopped and raised an eyebrow, knowing very well he could probably take these off with one rip of his enormous hands.

He just glared and bit his lip at the red lace now falling over the gold sparrow, taking a step back to allow you to climb out of your red panties. He watched you, adjusting his length, toss them down the stairwell, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him with all the life you had in you.

He dragged you up another flight, kissing you up the wall, stumbling upstairs, his hand at one point snaked under your dress slit and he pressed you up against another stairwell landing, his fingers trailing up your folds.

“Jesus”, he strained out, your little moans as he hit your clit made his eyes go wild. He looked absolutely perfect. He was prickling sweat on his hairline – the sweat on his arms making his tattoos pop, the little trickles falling down his chin you wanted to lick at and taste for days. He was wild with lust, eyes everywhere – almost fully black. His lips were bright red from sucking and biting and curse words, the sweat on the top of his lip was begging to be sucked off.

His hips thrust up in-between your legs – his erection rubbing up against your slick folds he created earlier from his thigh. He grunted into your neck and you pressed your chest to his, wrapping your leg around him so he could get closer. He rutted up his erection a few more times, dry fucking you until he was relieved.

Suddenly the downstairs door opened; a loud crowd spilled through and you were forced to stop. You both heard the curious voices of men shouting about red panties, the jealously in his face hardened when he figured out that they were probably going to smell them.

“S’mine”, he reminded you, “what bloody floor are we on”, he checked the number next to the door you were standing next to, a big faded number “2” marked the concrete.

“Three”, you huffed, his dry pursuits earlier leaving you breathless and needing a hell of a lot more.

“Don’t worry doll, you’ll get more”, he kissed and sucked your neck and before the loud crew rounded the corner to your floor, he pulled you up the stairs by the wrist, until you reached the third floor door. He looked around quickly for his big shiny black rented range rover – a click to the small button in his pocket signaled the doors unlocking with flashing lights about four cars away.

He nearly sprinted to it when it was found, the adrenaline running through you both as you found the car. He pushed you up against it, your sweaty back hitting the cool window as he hiked your dress up, another attempt at a dry fuck.

“Harry”, you stopped him, “just fuck me”, he gets like this sometimes. When he’s gotta fuck you so back, so hard, he forgets sometimes that he can – and he forgets that wherever he is, there is always going to be a private space right under his nose.

“Right”, he rolled his sweaty forehead against yours, kissing your nose sweetly in all of the noise of his head. Peeling himself off of you he opened the door to the back seat, hoisting you up onto the cool leather seat by your waist.

“Wait”, you held a finger to his chest and turned your body just enough so he was looking at the golden zipper that fell all the way down your black dress. He bit his lip and sweetly moved your hair to one side of your shoulder, his fingers pinching the little round gold pebble of the zipper on the top, slowly making his descent on your back. With every new inch of skin, his lips were not far behind. Kiss after goosebumps leaving kiss, his fingers finally found the base of the zipper, planting several sweaty kisses there until he pulled away. You turned to face him, his expression had changed from lust to pure adoration, worshiping your body with just one look.

“Quit it”, you blushed, “get over here and fuck me”, you grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into the car, his legs leaving the ground once he was fully inside. He kissed you hard and deep, his hand under your dress, motioning for you to take it off. Breaking the kiss he got up, shutting the door behind him. Your hands followed his bicep, biting your lip as you watched him turn on the engine and rolling down the windows just a hair, shutting it back off.

He finally settled next to you again, quickly helping you peel out of your dress. What he found next made him stop dead in his tracks. You were warm, and sweaty, and from the previous excursion in the stairwell – naked. His lips quickly attached to your nipples, cupping and grabbing at them, his entire body flat against yours as he pinned you up against the seat.

You grabbed at the bottom of his shirt, signaling to him to take it off. He obliged, breaking his kiss on your collarbone, licking at the sweat before pulling the sticky fabric off his body. Your hands immediately flew to his back, scratching and rubbing, reveling in worship filled kisses to your naked body.

One of your palms snaked in-between the two of you, finding his erection pressing up against his jeans. You barely touched the surface and he inhaled a sharp gasp of breath, lips pursed together and his eyes squeezed shut.

“Don’… fuck… need to…, but.. din’t bring a condom…” he deflated for a minute and you grinned, his expression went clueless as you he watched you smile.

“Baby”, you kiss his chin, “we’ve been together for three years”, you remind him sweetly. Even though it’s been three years, it’s felt like three seconds. Every single minute of this relationship with harry was pure bliss, even when you did have your screaming at each other fits. Neither of you strayed, even when there was that one week that the two of you needed to just get away from each other.

“Wha’… wha… can’t… wha?” he was blabbering and you ran your fingers over his sweet lips, smiling and pressing a peck to them.

“I’m on birth control, you know that. The past year. I want to feel you, baby,” you chewed on his ear lobe, “I want you to feel how wet you make me”, he stopped momentarily and pressed his lips together.

“Fuckin’ love you, bird”, he rubbed the outside of your folds with his fingers, watching you intently un-button his jeans. You were able to get half of his zipper down and failed the other half, your hand diving into his pants, palming over his boxer-brief covered erection, feeling the sticky spot that had already formed from the previous attempts to get some relief.

He sat up momentarily just to zip down what was left of his zipper, hooking his fingers into his jeans. One knee was propped on the seat between the back rest and your knee, the other leg holding him up on the floor. From this angle you could see every curve, ripple, and highlight of his perfect chest. You took a minute to run your hands over it, your fingers dipping into the “V” on the sides of his hips. He was perfect, and soft, and yours.

“Now you quit it”, he bit his bottom lip and he pulled at his boxer briefs and for a minute you lost your breath, watching his erection spring free, his hand gripping the base of his shaft. You wanted so badly to taste the top of his head that was disappearing and reappearing over the skin he was pumping, but you were actually aching and needed him to relieve you. Plus, you wanted, no, needed to feel him raw inside of you for the first time.

“Shit”, he pinched the skin on the tips of his nose, “gonna cum just thinkin’ about bein’ bare inside of you”, he looked up at the ceiling like he needed to regroup, his hand left his erection and he rubbed his face with both of his hands, your hands left his body and you waited, as long as it took, for him to get where he needed to be.

You shifted your body on the leather seats and draped your leg off to one side on the floor, biting your lip. After a beat his hand found his shaft again and he looked considerably calmer, but still had that animal look in his eye like he was going to absolutely rip you to shreds.

Finally, he was hovering over you, peppering kisses on your mouth, collarbone, and down to your breasts, returning up to your mouth. He grabbed the leg that you had swung over the side and held it firm, positioning himself at your entrance. He wrapped his arm around your back, the tension boiling up inside of you.

“Ready?” He was ready to pound into you, but he was also always worried that you would say no. He always asked permission, no matter what. No matter how many times you told him to just fuck you, he still asked.

“Yes, please”, you took a sharp intake of breath and he pushed in, the both of you groaning. He pushed all the way, until your hips snapped together, holding you there for just a minute.

“So… wet…” he murmured.

This was new. This was…. Fucking incredible. It was like the heavens erupted and you were in a euphoric trance. He was so big and every single ripple, vein, curve, was felt by the clenching of your bare walls. Skin to skin, bodies so close together, you swear you could cry from the overwhelming emotion of being this close to someone you love so much… with every single inch of your heart.

“Always this warm? Christ…. Fuckin… no more condoms”, he started a simple small rhythm, something for you to both enjoy on your first time going completely bare. The car started to rock just a bit but not enough for people to realize what was happening, just yet.

“Never”, you smiled and grabbed the back of his neck, a single tear leaving your eyes, trailing down to your ears. You were blissfully happy, blissfully in love – even covered in sweat and probably smelled like alcohol and smoke. This was something you wanted to engrain into your mind for the rest of your life.

He started picking up his pace, quick, deep thrusts that made you call out a bit. His body was pressed up to yours, sweaty chest to sweaty chest. He was kissing you with every new thrust, his eyes half lidded as he was in complete fucked out bliss, exploring your new feelings with every inch of his mind, knowing that he was memorizing you as well.

Suddenly, he really started to give it to you. Quick, pulsing movements, rocking you so hard that you started to move up against the seat, your back now halfway against the door. Your hands flew up to the window, grabbing for any kind of air as he pounded into you relentlessly, his little grunts and moans making your eyes roll back.

“Harry!” you screamed, it was a blood curdling, attention grabbing scream – and he stopped his movements immediately.

The both of you didn’t know that the parking lot was full of people, and the two of you stopped short when you heard a knock at the blacked out windows.

“Yeh alright, man?” a man’s voice asked curiously from the other side of the window. Harry pulled you back down to the seat, never leaving your heat. His head hid in your neck.

“Shhh baby gonna get yourself caught gettin’ fucked bare”, two of his sweaty fingers dipped into your mouth and you sucked in hard, his pace never slowed.

“Just excited about somethin’, she’s fine”, harry called out to the man on the other side. He peeked up and saw a shadow, “answer him baby”, he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and you tried to stifle out a scream as the head of him rubbed your insides hard and fast.

He got up a bit and moved your leg back down to the floor, pounding quickly into you but not enough to rock the car.

“Fine, just fine!” you squealed at the last part, “Just happy!” You croaked and started to spasm, your orgasm so close, “harry please stop until he leaves, I’m going to cum so hard”, you grabbed for his chest and scratched at it, begging for mercy.

“Nope”, that only drove him harder, finding a pace that was solid and fluid.

Your mouth fell open and eyes flew back into your head. All you can remember was Harry’s salty palm clapping over your mouth and you screamed through your lips that were pressed tightly together. Your orgasm fell on top of you like a ton of bricks, and there was no indication of him letting up anytime soon. He rubbed your clit with two fingers, pressing into your sensitive button hard.

“One more” he rasped out.

“Can’t… harry… can’t” you shivered at the contact of his fingers on your clit.

“Can”, he egged you on, pulling a nipple between his teeth, “can, you can, want you to drip off m’cock”, by this point you were a puddle, limp under him, boneless and noodle like.

He had to hold you close, his big strong arm around your back and he held you tightly so you wouldn’t slip off the leather and crash to the floor.

“Oh God”, you gasped almost immediately, grabbing at his shoulders in surprise.

“Tha’s it”, he hummed, “knew you could”, you gasped, inhaling and exhaling harshly, pushing on his shoulders but he was going nowhere.

“Fuckkkkkkkkk”, you let out a groan, deep in your throat, as your third orgasm fell over your entire body. You were so wet, drenching your thighs and his stomach, shivering and shaking under him, stuttering out nonsense. He kissed you with a smirk on his lips, slowing his thrusts a bit.

“Such a good girl”, he praised you and kissed your neck, “knew you could”, he held you steady until he felt your strength fall back into your bones, your breathing returning to normal. You kissed his neck and pushed at his shoulder, his eyebrow cocked in curiosity.

“Up”, you whispered, “your turn”.

He pulled you up with him, never leaving your heat, his back up against the seat and you were strattling him, knowing exactly how to get him off. You glanced over his shoulder and saw a mass of people leaving clubs, talking and yelling and laughing amongst themselves.

“We’re gonna get found out if you holler”, you warned, “so many people could watch you getting fucked right now, baby”, you said on his lips, grinding down balls deep on him.

“Jesus”, his palms dug into his eyes, tossing his head back.

You clenched around him and he yelped, now it was your turn to put your fingers in his mouth.

He hollowed his cheeks and glared at you, his hips bucking up to meet your deep grinds.

“C’mon baby… wanna see that cum drip out of my pussy” you reminded him that he was indeed bare, and that he was going to see his cum leak from it pretty soon. The thought of it sent his mind into a haze and he gulped, bucking up into you harder.

“Clench one mo’ time,” he smacked your ass and you clenched, “ah, here it comes”, you sat all the way down on him and ground your hips as far as you could go, not moving as you felt him grunt and hold you tight, his orgasm flying through his body, electric waves sparking the tips of his outstretched toes.

“Fuck”, he hissed, “fuck..”

Wave, after wave, after wave of his cum spurt up into you and you held yourself tightly down on him, clenching around him a couple of times. His head tipped back and you kissed his Adams apple as it bobbed in his throat, watching him come undone. Piece by piece, starting from his head, to his eyes, to his lips, chin, neck, shoulders, chest, abdomen, stomach, pelvis, all the way down to his toes – he was shooting inside of you for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally, he took a deep breath and you noticed it – he had brought his head back up, his eyes red and glossy. He had been fucked to tears.

“Oh baby”, you smiled and kissed each eyelid, wiping at the bottoms of his eyes, kissing the salty liquid away.

“So good t’me”, he kissed your lips so sweetly, your own eyes starting to mist.

For a minute you just sat there after he pulled out, holding each other. Your head was on his shoulder, your finger tracing mindless heart patterns on his sparrows and his butterfly, tracing over the “G” on his shoulder.

“What the hell was in those drinks”, he finally giggled, kissing you and moving you to the side, getting up. You watched his bare backside lean over and pull up the windows, turning the air-conditioning on full blast, turning off the headlights of the car. You sighed in relief, head pressed back to the headrest. He came back with two water bottles from the center console from earlier that day when the two of you were exploring the outdoors of Jamaica on foot.

He came back to you and reached into the back, pulling out the giant beach blanket he had that was under your beach chairs. It was sandy and warm, but he pulled it over the both of you just enough to let the air fall on both of you as well.

You snuggled close to his chest, your back against it, his arm around your breasts and he held you close. He opened a water bottle and put it up to your mouth, you grabbed it and downed the bottle in a total of .2 seconds. He did the same to his, tossing both of them to the back of the car.

“God I think my balls are empty”, he joked after a minute of silence, and you giggled.

You just kissed his wrist, playing with his fingers.

“Hey”, he said seriously, kissing your head.

“Mmm?” you hummed sleepily, a happy yawn leaving your lips.

“You meant what you said about lovin’ me forever?” he asked and you stopped, your eyes popped open.

“I – well, yeah but, I – alcohol, s’just… I mean…” he hushed you with a kiss to your hair, over and over.

“Din’t give me a chance to respond”, he giggled, “too busy kissing me”, he licked his lips and picked up your left hand, fiddling with the skin on your fourth finger.

“Don’ have a ring… and this isn’t romantic, but, uh…I think, no positive I could love you forever”… he gulped, “if you’ll let me”.

“Oh harry” your eyes welled up and you took the rest of your energy to turn to him, tackling him down to the seat, an “oof” leaving his chest as you landed on him.

“Yes, yes, yes”, you kissed him and started to cry, with the biggest, brightest smile on your face that almost hurt.

“Yeah? You’ll be m’wife?” you pulled him closer and started to sob, kissing every single inch of his face.

“If you’ll be my husband”, you pulled the blanket over the both of you, collapsing on his chest.

“Forever and ever”, he was rubbing your back sweetly, the two of you talked until you cooled off, falling asleep in the happiest state you have ever been in.

TO BE SO LONELY

A/N: i think it's easily the juiciest smut i've written. just woke up and i was like "oh yeah, this is gonna be good" and needed to write it so... enjoy!

PAIRING: Harry X Reader

WARNINGS: smut, dom/sub stuff, edging, mouth fucking, a bit of degrading kink? idk im really bad at these tags lol

WORD COUNT: 5.3k

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“Thank you so much, Y/N!” the fans say in unison as the last photo is taken and you make sure everyone got what they wanted.

“Of course. Have a great time tonight!” you smile at them, knowing that they will be down in the pit later tonight at the concert. They told you all about how excited they are to finally see Harry perform and you assured them that he is just as excited to be on stage.

“She is so nice,” one of the shorter girls whispers to her friends, standing already a few feet away, but you still heard her, a smile tugging at your lips. You’ve been trying to build up a great relationship with Harry’s fans knowing well they are so significant in his life. Unlike his previous exes, you might have had it a bit easier than them, having been friends for a long time with Harry before you finally took it to the next level. Now you’ve been together for four years and even though there will always be people feeling bitter about you, most of the fans approve of your relationship, seeing how happy you are making each other.

You wave at them one last time, ready to continue your walk back to the hotel when one of them calls after you again.

“Yeah?” you turn around, not at all irritated that they are holding you up. It’s just one tiny gesture from you, but they will probably always remember meeting you, you’d rather give them a nice experience.

“Do you know why he doesn’t play To Be So Lonely anymore?” the brunette girl asks shyly and you breathe out. It’s come up several times since tour started, but you genuinely have no idea why the song never made it to the set list.

“I wish I could tell,” you tell them with an apologetic smile.

“You could convince him to play it!” the tallest of them chimes in.

“You guys really like to call him an arrogant son of a bitch, huh?” you smirk, making them laugh. “I’ll… ask him, okay? But I can’t promise anything.”

“It would be so great, because we will be here for night two as well,” the brunette muses. You can tell they are huge fans, queuing for two nights in a row, that’s dedication, not even mentioning the money they invested into it.

“Give me an Instagram name, I’ll let you know what he said,” you sigh, giving in. They excitedly get back around you as they decide whose username to give you. Putting it into your notes you bid them your final goodbye and head back to the hotel.

It’s only noon, so Harry is still lounging in the hotel room. Arriving you find him only in a pair of shorts, lying across the bed, scrolling on his phone. His head shoots up when he hears the door open and close, already smiling when you come into his vision.

“Hello, love. Had a nice walk?” he hums, following you with his eyes as you drop your bag and kick your shoes off, changing them to the fluffy slippers the hotel gave you.

“Yeah, you should have really come,” you smile back, thinking how the girls would have lost their shit if you were with Harry when they met you. But Harry felt a little too tired, wanted to get some more rest before tonight’s show. All the traveling has been taking a toll on him, though he wouldn’t admit it, he is too proud for that, but you notice the way he is out like a light almost every night, turning into a pile of bricks when his head finally hits the pillow. Okay, not instantly, he surely makes sure to fulfill his boyfriend duties more than enough. And now as you see him lying in bed shirtless, you just can’t stop your eyes from wandering around his naked chest. It’s always like the first time over and over again, he never fails to stun you with just… existing.

Putting his phone aside he reaches out, grabbing the air to show you he wants you there with him. Without batting an eye, you shimmy yourself out of your tight jeans to make you comfortable, leaving you in only your tour merch shirt as you climb to bed, Harry’s arms wrapping around you, pulling you on top of him as he kisses your cheek sloppily.

“Missed me?” you grin at him, his hands moving up and down your back, reaching lower with each stroke, his fingers brushing over your bum until he finally just grabs it shamelessly.

“Always,” he smirks, lifting his head so your lips could meet.

Walking into the room you had the intention to ask him about To Be So Lonely, but quite honestly, when you feel his hands slide under the fabric of your panties and turning you over he gets on top of you, the song definitely slips your mind… you’ll ask him later, right?

Right.

It’s impossible not to grin as you watch Harry surrounded by all those signs. It’s impressive how they all got together to demand justice for a song. Harry is pretending like he can’t see any of them, but you know it’s hard for him to do so.

These girls really do want to hear that song, why wouldn’t he finally give in? You’ll have to step in. After all, they should get what they want for their money, whether it’s Harry twerking, his naked chest or… a song where they can call him an arrogant son of a bitch.

He is still on his adrenaline rush when you leave the venue, all handsy and touchy, he can’t tear himself off of you, not that you mind it.

“H, stop!” you giggle, when his hand slides under your skirt. His driver, Malcolm has seen and heard enough of the two of you on this tour, doesn’t need any more trauma.

“Sorry,” he growls, but doesn’t seem to actually mean it. Cupping his face you smack a kiss to his lips before patting his chest gently.

“Behave a little.”

He is trying his best, he really does. Keeping his distance as you head up to your room, but as soon as you step inside, the beast is out.

“Harry!” you squeal when he throws you over his shoulder, carrying you to the bed like a caveman as you hold onto his waist so you don’t fall face first.

“I’m so fucking horny!” he growls and you can’t help but chuckle and smack his ass that just riles him up even more. He throws you to the bed, making you bounce from the action as the sheets wrinkle around you. Climbing on top of you he is quick to attack your lips with his, putting most of his weight on you, a moan slipping through your lips, your legs locking around his waist. But as his mouth travels down your saw and throat, devouring you eagerly, your eyes open and you remember what you were supposed to talk to him about tonight.

“H?” you sigh, lacing your fingers through his hair. He just hums in response, but doesn’t stop. “Why don’t you just put To Be So Lonely on the setlist?”

He stops, your question clearly surprising him. His head lifts so his hungry green eyes meet yours and you can tell how puzzled he is.

“I’m sorry, did you just ask me about my setlist when I’m trying to get some sexy time?”

You chuckle at his words, nudging his butt with your heels. Pushing himself up to his hands he puts some space between the two of you, but his hips are still pressed against yours.

“I met a few fans today and they were curious why you wouldn’t just play it. They’ve been begging you since the beginning of tour and I know you saw the signs tonight.”

As you speak, you trace his features with the pad of your fingers, when you reach his lips he gently bites on it before kissing it.

“It was just a general, creative decision to leave it out,” he gives you the diplomatic answer, but you know it’s not the truth.

“Okay, so then make another creative decision and put it on the list.”

“Y/N, it’s not that easy to mess with the set list,” he sighs dramatically and you give him a look.

“Uhuh, so you can just randomly sing about a girl dressed as a banana, but can’t put To Be So Lonely on the list beforehand? With time to rehearse and all that?”

Harry growls, his head falling forward to the nook of your neck. A few seconds pass by and no answer comes, but you feel his lips nibbling on your skin, he is trying to avert your attention, but he is not gonna win this.

“H? Why are you so against the song?”

“Because quite frankly, when I wrote it, I didn’t think thousands of women will scream at me at my concerts, calling me an arrogant son of a bitch,” he snaps, giving you a stern look, but you know he is not mad, just a little frustrated that you brought it up when he was trying to get into your pants.

“You can’t be that narcissistic, baby. It’s a great line and… kinda true.”

“Okay, you have the right to call me that, but I would like to keep it that way.”

“It’s not against you. It’s like a joke you share with your fans and they are sad you took it away.”

“They will get over it,” he shrugs, trying to lean down to kiss you, but you move your head out of the way.

“Or you can just give them what they want,” you suggest, giving him the puppy eyes.

“Babe, are you seriously talking about this when I’m literally throbbing for you?” His hips push against you and it’s pretty clear how much he wants you. It’s taking everything in you not to drop the subject and just jump his bones, but… you feel like you owe this to those girls and all his other fans.

“We would be over this if you just told me you’d put it on the list.”

“Not happening,” he shakes his head stubbornly.

“Okay, then…” you push him off of yourself, breaking up the position you’ve been in, his shocked eyes following your movements in disbelief as you stand up from the bed. “Then this is not happening either.”

He stares at you, like you’re a ghost as you fix your shirt and walk over to your suitcase, digging into it aimlessly. You just need to do something so you don’t bend and get back in bed with him. Then you hear his laugh and you dare to peek at him.

“I can’t believe my own fans are cockblocking me!” He is kneeling on the bed, shoulders curled forward as his head hangs low, shaking from side to side with a chuckle. And you can clearly see the outline of his hard cock that makes your thighs shudder.

Folding your arms on your chest you watch him climb off the bed, nearing you but he stops a few feet away, hands on his hips.

“So no sex?”

“Not until you put the song on the list.”

“What if I told you I’ll perform it tomorrow?” he asks, narrowing his eyes at you, but you weren’t born yesterday. He is a sneaky arrogant son of a bitch who doesn’t shy away from playing you when sex is on the line.

“Nah, I don’t trust you. You’ll get this,” you say, pointing at your groin, “after I heard you play the song.”

He stares at you for a couple of long moments, probably hoping that you’d break, but it’s not happening, not this time. He then gives up, his head falling back as he growls in irritation.

“I can’t fucking believe it,” he mumbles under his breath, heading into the bathroom and you know that the setlist will be longer on night two in Chicago. You won.

Grabbing the doorknob he stops, glancing back at you one last time.

“Babe, I’m going in there and I’m gonna use my own hands. Probably for the first time since last tour,” he informs you, referring back to the time when you spent the most time apart at the beginning of your relationship. The two of you often sought relief on FaceTime, using your own hand, pretending like you were touching each other as your moans travelled through the call across the world. But now you’re in the same room, and he is forced to touch himself. You don’t particularly like the idea, but his ego could use the punch for one time and besides, he’ll get what he deserves tomorrow night if he really plays the song.

“This is your last chance, Y/N,” he warms you, his hand moving to his crotch, palming himself through his pants and your mouth waters, but you keep a straight face.

“Well... to be so lonely…” you sing, grinning back at him, which just earns another grunt from him before he disappears in the bathroom.

He is definitely grumpy when he returns, you can’t tell for sure if he jerked himself off or not, the running water covered any other noise. You take a quick shower too and when you come out, he is out on the balcony, talking to someone on the phone as he leans against the railing. You just get under the covers, making yourself comfortable, listening to his muffled voice through the sliding glass door. Then you hear him get back, moving around the room until the mattress dips under you, his warm body pressing against yours from behind, His hand slides to your stomach, toying with the hem of your sleeping shirt.

“Babe?” he whispers, kissing the soft skin behind your ear.

“Mmm.”

“Can I just… put it in?” he murmurs and you can feel him grow hard again. Well, if he took care of himself in the shower, he is one horny motherfucker for trying to go at it again. Turning your head to the side you smile at him sweetly.

“You can do more than that tomorrow, after I heard you sing the song.”

You feel him freeze and then sigh, rolling to his back, the warmth of his body disappearing from behind you. Turning around you cuddle to his side and pushing yourself up you smile down at him, proud of yourself for winning this game.

“But I still love you,” you hum, kissing his lips softly. “Do you love me?”

“I guess,” he sighs, but wraps his arms around you, pulling you against him tight as he closes his eyes.

The next morning while Harry is in the bathroom, you search up the girl who gave you her username and send her a quick message that tonight is going to be the night, but keep it a secret so others can be surprised when he plays the song. Macy, as you see on her profile writes you a lengthy reply thanking you for convincing him and ranting how much they love you. It’s sweet and you can’t wait to see the reactions when they finally get what they want.

Harry seems to be holding up his mad act, but you know it won’t last long. He still holds your hand, still makes sure you eat right and still kisses you all the time.

Right before he goes on stage, he pulls you in for one last kiss, but before he pulls back, he leans to your ear, his lips brushing against your earlobe.

“I hope you know your ass will be red when I’m done with you tonight.”

A whimper slips through your lips and you need to clench your thighs together as he gives your ass a light smack, running off to get into that stupid box and get rolled under the stage. You mumble a soft fuck under your breath, but you’re excited to see him go all crazy on you.

The fans finally get what they wanted. When the opening accords of To Be So Lonely fill the arena, they lose their shit and Harry just stands behind his mic, smirking to himself. Of course, they scream that one line at him like there’s no tomorrow and you can’t help but laugh.

You know he is riled up, it’s written all over him and you know you’ll be ruined by the end of the day. But you don’t mind it.

You thought he would at least hold it together until you get back to the hotel, but oh boy, were you wrong! Because as soon as Harry finds you when he is off the stage, you see the fire in his eyes. He runs up to you, grabs your hand and starts pulling you after him to the dressing room.

“Harry, are you—“

You don’t get to finish, he pulls you into the room, slams the door closed and pushes you against it, his lips devouring you right away. His hips strain against yours and you can already feel his hard cock pushed against you.

“You got what you wanted? Are you proud of yourself?” he growls, a hand coming up to grab your jaw, keeping you in place, not that you’d ever push him away. No words come out of your mouth, you just can’t get yourself to talk, not when his other hand is already sliding into your pants, rubbing your clit through the fabric of your panties.

“Answer me when I ask a question,” he grits through his teeth, his fingers pushing on your sensitive bud, making you moan from the sensation.

“Yes! Yes, I got what I wanted,” you choke out when his mouth sucks hard on your skin under your ear, for sure leaving a mark on you.

“Want to know what I want?”

“Yes,” you breathe out, legs turning into jelly as he is still working on your clit. Your panties are flooded, this very short sex ban wasn’t only hard on him. You missed out on the lazy morning sex and you couldn’t get your hands on him when he was parading around in the room in only his underwear.

“I want to fuck you until your legs give up and collapse onto me. I want to show you what you were missing last night.”

You gasp when you’re pulled away from the door and you vaguely process him bringing you to the vanity, helping you up until you’re sitting on the wooden top. He basically rips your shirt off of you, throwing you behind him before his hands start kneading your breasts in the black lacy bra you put on purposely, knowing well it’s one of his favorites.

He licks and bites down your neck and chest, not even bothering to unhook the bra, just tugging on the cups so your breasts spill out for him. Your legs wrap around his waist out of instinct and you grind against him, your chest heaving wildly from the way he sucks on your hardened nipples. You want the bra off though, so reaching behind you unclasp it and throw it to the side, an approving grunt leaving his throat as he keeps leaving marks on your breasts.

You can’t stay still as his mouth moves down on your stomach, his fingers working fast to unbutton your pants. He tugs them off of you easily along with your soaked panties, leaving you completely naked in front of him while he is still wearing his stage outfit, but it seems like he wants it off just as much as you do.

Dragging the suspenders off his shoulders, he moves his hands to tear the shirt open, but you stop him with the remaining of your responsible thoughts.

“No! Lambert will fucking kill you!” you chuckle, reaching up to unbutton the shirt carefully. He just breathes out heavily, letting you undress him as he works on his pants. The slacks pool at his feet by the time you’re done with the buttons and he rids himself of the shirt fast, pushing back between your legs, now only in his underwear.

“Always so thoughtful,” he murmurs, kissing you hard as his fingers dig into your waist, pulling you to the end of the vanity table. “But weren’t so thoughtful when you denied this from me.”

Without warning, two of his fingers push into you, curling inside, sending a shiver down your spine. His name tears out of you loud and clear as you gasp for air while Harry starts pumping his fingers in and out of you.

“Did you enjoy playing with me? Did you like making me suffer?”

“Harry!” you moan, your thighs starting to shake as your orgasm is building up rapidly.

“You were a little brat, you know that? I should punish you for it.”

You want to protest, you want to say you’re sorry, but you just can’t form the words, the only thing that leaves your mouth is his name over and over again. But right when you’re about to cum, he pulls back and all the air gets knocked out of your lungs.

“I don’t think you deserve to cum just yet. Now get on your knees,” he orders and you jump off fast, not even thinking for a second about obeying him. He has full control over you and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

You eagerly pull his underwear down, his throbbing, hard cock springing free and your mouth waters at the sight, the head glistening from the precum. But before you could wrap your lips around him, he stops you, making you look up at him confused.

“No, I don’t want you to suck me,” he hums shaking his head, cupping your face in his hands. “I want to fuck that bratty mouth of yours so you know that your words have consequences.”

Fuck, he is so hot! You need to clench your thighs as a moan rips out of you.

“Stay still,” he orders, one hand on the base of his cock as he pushes himself into your warm, wet mouth, a whimper of your name slipping through his pink lips. Then both his hands come to cup your head and he starts thrusting in and out of your mouth.

Putting your hands on his thighs you try to keep as steady as possible, his head reaching the back of your throat every time he pushes into your mouth. Tears are stinging your eyes, but you don’t want him to stop. Looking up you see how much he is enjoying it, how you’re the only one who makes him feel this way and you can almost feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm again. The urge to touch yourself is strong, but you know he would punish you for that, he doesn’t like you touching yourself, unless he asks you to do it, so you just try to breathe and stay still just like he asked.

“Fuck, your mouth is perfect,” he growls, pushing in one last time, your nose touching his pelvis and he keeps himself there for a few heartbeats, until you start gagging. Then he pulls back, his whole dick glistening from your saliva and it’s such an exciting view, one you’ll never have enough of.

He helps you up, your knees are sore, but you couldn’t care less. Kissing you hard his hands squeeze your ass before he turns you around, bending you over the vanity and you push your ass up high instantly.

“And now…” he hums, his hand cupping your ass as he pushes his cock between the cheeks, sliding it back and forth a few times, making you whimper. “I’ve been thinking about this since last night.”

His hand smacks your ass, making you yelp, then he massages it gently before his palm meets the cheek again. Fuck, this feels so good and he is not even inside you yet.

“Harry,” you whine, your upper body pressing against the wooden surface as he keeps kneading your butt with no mercy. Then he bucks his hips back, just enough so his cock now slides between your soaking wet folds and he starts rocking himself against, teasing and edging you.

“What is it? Now you want my cock? You didn’t want it last night?”

“I did! I wanted it!”

“So you just chose to be a brat, letting me use my hands?”

You don’t answer, his tip is nudging at your clit every time he pushes forward and you clench your walls around nothing, you need to feel him inside you or you’ll go nuts.

“Just for your information, I didn’t jerk myself off last night. It was hard to resist, but I didn’t want anything else than your sweet pussy.”

“Then take it. It’s all yours, Harry!” you cry out and yelp again when he smacks your ass again.

“Gonna fuck you so good you’ll never want to play games with me,” he growls, grabbing the base of his cock and finally pushing inside you, both of you gasping from satisfaction. “Fuck, nothing feels like this, baby,” he breathes out, staying motionless for a few seconds, his cock buried balls deep inside you.

Then he grabs your hips and starts pounding into you so hard, your thighs keep hitting against the edge of the table and you need all your energy to keep yourself up. His stamina is impressive, he just gave a whole ass concert and now he is fucking you so hard, as if he’s been training for it his whole life. Fingers digging into your flesh, his hips smacking against your ass every time he thrusts inside you hard and fast.

“Are you close?” he pants and all you can do is nod eagerly. “Don’t cum yet. Don’t cum!”

“Harry! Please!” you beg, almost crying for relief.

“Not yet!” he barks and pulls out of you, the lack of his hardness inside you making you gasp. “Come on, baby. Just a little longer,” he murmurs, pulling you up from the table, he presses a kiss to your forehead and lips as he walks you to the sofa. He turns you to face him and you throw your arms around his neck like a little monkey, you just need to be close to him. He has edged you so close to your orgasm two times, you’re not sure you can take a second.

You hear voices coming from the other side of the door and for a moment you wonder if he locked the door, but when he kisses you, sucking on your bottom lip, you forget about it instantly.

His hands find the back of your thighs and he picks you up easily as he sits down, making you straddle him, knees pushing into the soft cushion. His lips melt against yours, a tad bit softer than he has been treating you, but you love both sides of him equally. Strong hands run up and down your naked, sweaty back before one of them moves between the two of you, lining himself up with you and then he pulls you down, his cock filling you up again as you softly gasp against his mouth.

“Ride me. Wanna see you bounce on me,” he tells you.

You feel tired, like not much energy is left in your body, but you nod, mustering up everything you have to obey him. His hands grab onto your waist, guiding you in your first few movements as you roll your hips back and forth, up and down, riding him in his dimly lit dressing room, his thousands of fans still lingering around in the building probably. It excites you, knowing that so many others want him, ache for him, but you’re the only one he wants and needs.

Grabbing onto his broad shoulders you keep up a steady pace, bouncing on him, panting heavily and every time you feel like you’re too tired to continue, you see it in his eyes, the want, the desire, how in awe he is with you, like you’re the only person on this Earth. He leans forward and kisses your throat, collarbones before wrapping his lips around your nipple, sucking and biting it to edge your senses.

“H, I’m close,” you moan, pulling his head up so you can kiss him.

“Wanna cum around my cock?”

“Yes! Please!”

He wraps his arms around you as he rises from the sofa and turning the two of you he lays you down, getting on top of you. It’s a small sofa, one of your legs is thrown over the back while the other one falls off of the seating just so he can get between your thighs, but when he starts pounding into you, bottoming out every time you forget about how uncomfortable it is.

“Cum for me. Let me feel your pussy tighten around my cock,” he grunts, kissing your hard, his tongue pushing past your lips.

A few more thrusts and you finally fall over the edge, coming so intensely, you can’t hold a scream back as you drag your nails down his back. You’re seeing stars, gasping for air as he follows you with his own relief, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“Mine. You’re all mine,” he grunts, so animalistic and raw as his thrusts become slower but even harder, his cock jerking inside you.

“Yes, I’m yours!” you breathe out, holding him tight as he rides the last waves of his orgasm until he comes to a stop, but still remains inside you.

You’re gone, melted into a puddle, barely able to move your limbs, but it feels so good. The thought of getting up from this sofa feels so painful, you just want to stay here, like this forever, even though your back is starting to hurt and your leg is kind of going numb.

You feel Harry’s lips gently kiss your shoulder before he pushes himself, up, lifting his weight off of you and sliding out of you at the same time. You must have whimpered unapprovingly at the feeling, because he kisses your lips softly.

“I know baby. Gonna take care of you,” he murmurs and you hear him move around the room, but you can’t bring yourself to open your eyes.

You feel a damp washcloth between your legs, he cleans you up gently not to hurt you since he knows how sensitive you are, especially after a round like this. It hurts to get your leg off of the back of the sofa, but you just need to. Pushing yourself up into a sitting position Harry returns, helping you up and as soon as you’re on your feet, he picks you up bridal style, carrying you to the shower where the water is already running.

You take a nice, hot shower together, Harry washes you with so much care and keeps kissing you murmuring sweet nothings to you. It always amazed you how dominant he can be during sex, but then he turns into this soft bundle of joy, taking good care of you, no matter what you did or said.

While you get dressed, you inspect your reddened butt in the mirror and you swear you see the outline of his hand on it. Walking up behind you he squats down and kisses the red marks, making you chuckle.

“Does it hurt?” he asks, regret glistening in his eyes.

“No. I would have told you on the spot,” you smile down at him. Grabbing you pants he helps you into them, caressing your bum over the fabric gently. He stands back up and cups your face in his hands, kissing you tenderly.

“I love you. But if you pull this shit on me again,” he warns, but can’t push his smirk down.

“I did it for your fans.”

“Then tell them it earned you a good fuck.”

“Oh shut up,” you laugh, pulling him down to kiss you again.

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could u guys write something where H loves y/n big boobs... im kinda feeling insecure rn :(

*nicki voice* BIG BOOBs?

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Harry loved boobs.

All boobs. All sizes. But he especially loved Y/N’s.

They were big, full, and he couldn’t fucking get enough. Every day he had to try and restrain himself, especially at the beginning of their relationship. All he wanted to do was bury his face in them. Hold them. Grasp, play, suck, knead, anything he could do to them, he wanted to.

Y/N hadn’t met a man who was as obsessed with her tits as Harry was and that said a lot. Men loved breasts- but Harry was other level. He couldn’t keep his hands or eyes off of it. He was always seemingly in awe of her chest and honestly? As much as it could be perceived as Pervy, it was flattering.

He paid so much attention to her in general, she couldn’t help but let him indulge in his wants with her chest. Sitting with him on the couch, she would grab his hands when she sat between his legs and lead them under her shirt. Let his hands simply cup the lace clad breasts while they watched TV.

There wasn’t enough praise he could give them. In her ear, whispering his thanks and how much he loved them. How he dreamed about them and wouldn’t ever get enough of her and her body.

“Fuckin’ perfect, Y’know that baby?” He murmured, thumb brushing over her nipple under the delicate lace of her bralette. “Need to go out n’buy my pretty baby some more of these things. S’so nice.” He got her a few in pastels and now was wondering if he could have them replace some of her other lingerie. “So much easier to touch. No padding…” he kissed under her ear gently.

God, he was fucked.

“Mhm, we know. Down boy.” She giggled, turning and stealing a peck on his jaw before settling back down. “You just like that you can suck on them through the lace. Admit it.” Her teasing made him chuckle, shaking his head into her neck.

“Alright. Y’caught me, sweetheart.” His fingers gently tugged into the lace and pulled it down, getting his hands inside of it. The hot skin burned his so deliciously, moaning in satisfaction as he carefully kneaded the flesh in his palms. It was relaxing and arousing for him. She could feel the throbbing of his cock against the small of her back, but he made no move to do anything about it. “But can you blame me? I’ve got the most gorgeous breasts, all to myself. You’re so lovely n’generous to me. Let me play with them whenever I ask…” he sighed, pulling each breast out of the lace with his hands so they could be free.

“So big and pretty. Plenty to play with… to kiss, to love on. Makes me so happy.” He added. Harry truly couldn’t stop himself, pulling her shirt up quickly and revealing her chest to him. His groan was right in her ear, making her shiver. So raspy and full, she loved that she was able to get him like this.

“Look at them, darling.” He gently moved his hands, watching them bounce. His large hands held them well, but he was in love with how they looked in them. “And you wonder why I love having you on top. Get them in my face. You’re so fucking beautiful.” He pressed a wet kiss to her neck, inhaling her scent while he took both of his thumbs and ran them over her nipples. That got a reaction out of her, her breathing catching as her head lulled back on her his shoulders.

“Swear, I’d let you kill me with them. Suffocate me. I love them. Love you even more, but I can’t get enough.” He gently pinched each nipple in between his fingers and shook his hands, cock pulsing harder at the rippling skin. “Prettiest nipples. Love to suck on ‘em. Love seeing them bounce and move… love seeing how sexy they make you feel too.”

“No, M’not gonna kill you, silly boy.” She laughed breathily. His hands were warm and his rings cool on the skin, the contrasting sensations making her want to arch her chest into his hands. Harry didn’t even truly know how much it affected her when he went on to worship her body like this. How good it felt to know he truly loved her and every inch of her body. “Then you’d never be able to touch them again. I don’t want anyone else to, and you know they like attention.” Her giggled continued when he playfully bit down on her ear, though it did shoot a bit of arousal into her stomach.

“No fuckin’ way. No one else is touching these.” He grumbled, pouting to himself. “Theyre mine. I’m the only one who gets to play with them. I know people look… s’rude but, no one else gets to touch.”

Omg silly sex with harry 😌😌

i'm on mobile so i'm going to do a wee headcannn bc they do be kinda fun

blowing raspberries against your skin while he's inside you

giggling so hard he has to stop thrusting

he's smiling to himself about your boobies bouncing

dirty talk isn't very successful and you end up sputtering through every sexy thing you can think of

harry places loving kisses to the weirdest parts of your body like your elbow or your belly button

bringing up the most random things like "did you listen to that podcast i sent you about coyotes" or "how does thai sound for dinner" as you're literally going at it

lots of nose budging

a playful nip on the flesh of your ass or the curve of your shoulder

him stopping in the middle to go get a scrunchie to tie his hair back (his little butt wigging as he runs to go get🥰)

Could you 12 from the fluff list? And please make Y/N a lil cheeky 😂❤️

Thankyou 🌞

Me and my husband, we're sticking together

Hii, I think you meant the smut list, hehe

Summary: Harry and Y/n have a quickie before going out.

Warning: unprotected sex

Word count: 1.5k

"If you don't change out of those shorts and into some pants I'll have them by lunch," Harry said playfully, making eye contact through the mirror.

The couple had agreed to go to a breakfast party to commemorate Y/n's co-worker's job promotion, one that Harry happens to be very jealous of. She wasn't dumb, she knew that nick - the guy - would stare her up and down whenever she walked in a room, she just didn't care enough about him, very differently than Harry.

"Yeah, of course, I'll do that," she said rolling her eyes, " I don't know why you worry about him so much, I've already told you he looks at everyone like that."

Harry hugged her from behind, kissing her neck and slightly sucking on it, "I'm not everybody's husband, am I?"

"You just care too much with things that shouldn't matter," the girl said, feeling the bulge of his thigh on her behind, "Harry we don't have time."

Y/n knew what he wanted, his body language saying everything. Harry had a weird obsession with having sex before they had to go out somewhere, he was just very persuasive.

"Please, just a quickie, ya look good right now," his hand went below her shirt, feeling her tits since she wasn't wearing a bra, "always so pretty sweetheart."

She looked at him in the mirror, his tongue and teeth playing with the skin of her neck while his fingers were playing with her nipples, his other hand pressing her lower back into his hips.

"You need to be very fast, though," she breathed.

The man didn't need anything else, he quickly took her shirt off and took her body in his arms, sitting on the bed while she sat on his lap. His mouth promptly found her nipple, sucking on it gently while his other hand pinched the other one, making the girl moan and lean into him.

"Such a good pair of tits, makes me want to love on you all day," he whispered on her chest, going back to the breasts and leaving hickeys on the skin.

The girl started to hump against his hips, the rough fabric of her shorts creating amazing friction on her clit. Harry noticed her actions, taking a hold of her hips, making her rub herself even more. "Feeling good, baby? You like to hump on my cock like that?"

Y/n nodded, hugging her arms on his neck, picking up her pace, "want you to cum on my cock, though. What about we take those clothes out so I can make you feel good?"

"Alright, H," she said breathlessly, swiftly getting off his lap and stripping out of her shorts, wearing only a cotton white underwear, which already had a wet spot on it.

"Come on," he said, so she could stand close to him, her cunt right on his face, given the height of the bed. Harry held her love handles, bringing his mouth over her clothed pussy, his tongue lapping the fabric and feeling her arousal.

"So ready for me sweetheart. I know you said to be quick, but I just want to spend something eating you, alright?" He barely waited for her answer, his lips were already attaching to her clit.

"Right there Harry," she said, pulling his hair.

He took the inside of her thighs and spread her legs so he could have more space, "you taste amazing, baby." He murmured, taking the fabric of her underwear to the side and finally coming in contact with her bare pussy.

His tongue was playing with her wetness, trying to feel all of her with the tip of his tongue. The girl was a moaning mess, his tongue making her feel as if she was in heaven.

Harry abruptly took his mouth off of her, which made the girl complain, "Hey, no whining," he said harshly to her, grabbing her jaw, "you behave or else I’ll be the only one cumming, understand? Now, take your panties and get on the bed on your knees."

Y/n did what he told her, getting on the soft mattress on her knees, head turned to the headboard. She felt the bed dip behind her, moments later Harry was kissing her neck eagerly, "I hope that stupid boy that works with you can see all the hickey on your skin, 'cus you're my wife, my pretty hot wife."

"Just yours Harry, no one else's," she shivered, holding his arms to gain balance.

"Got you all naked for me on my bed, how lucky did I get to have someone like you? So fucking beautiful," his raspy voice met her ears, "why don't you get on all four for me? Need to fuck your cunt, gonna fill you up."

Harry watched the girl get in position, he promptly found a pillow to put under her hip, so she could be more comfortable. Her hole was already dripping just waiting for him.

He opened his zipper and pulled himself out of his boxers just enough so he could still be dressed, his cock was already hard, dripping pre-cum. He took two of his fingers, sinking them on her opening, making the girl moan, "liking that, baby? It's just my fingers yet." The man continued to fingering her, her walls contracting against his fingers while he was teasing himself, stroking his shaft with his hand.

"You have no idea how beautiful you are, all spread open for your husband," he jerked, "While I'm here, fully clothed.

He picked up his pace with his hand, he wanted to be on the verge of cumming, so they could be quick and get at the stupid breakfast on time. His fingers were also working fast on her cunt, his thumb hitting her clit.

"H, I'm gonna cum, please," Y/n begged.

With that, Harry took his fingers off her, also freeing his cock from his hold. "You're only gonna cum on my cock, love."

The man got his body closer to her ass, being right in front of her openings, he took the head of his dick and applied pressure on her opening, just teasing and spreading her wetness. He made up and down movements around her slit, as the girl underneath him would whine, wanting to be fucked.

When he felt like he couldn't do it anymore, he slammed himself on her cunt, staying deep inside her, giving the girl some time to adjust, "how is it? Is my cock filling you up?" He asked, looking for compliments.

"Yeah, feel you so deep, please fuck me," she cried, with her head buried on the pillow.

"Shh, don't worry, gonna give it to you real good," his hips started working on her roughly, feeling the warmth of her cunt.

He was pounding inside his wife, holding to her hips with one hand while the other was playing with her clit, trying to make her orgasm as fast as she could. Harry lent into her body, whispering to her ear, "need you to cum, we need to leave in less than 10 minutes," he let his body fall into hers, only one hand holding him from crushing her body.

His cock was barely leaving her pussy with the thrusts duo to how deep he was. She was pulsing around him, she was close. "Cum for your husband, Y/n, go on."

With the pleasure of his finger on her clit the girl released, rolling her eyes as the pleasure took control of her body, which was shaking from the orgasm and from her husband thrust, who was trying to achieve his pleasure.

"Fuck baby, I’m almost there," he growled, kissing her cheek, concentrating on the movements of his hips.

The pounding was desperate, with barely any rhythm, he held her body against his back, jerking his hips frantically into her, until she felt a pressure on his balls, cum leaving the tip on his cock and hitting her cervix right after.

He moaned in her ear, kissing her back and trying to be as silent as possible as he made lazy movements, trying to get all of his cum to go inside her.

He placed the underwear on the leg holes and helped her get dressed, a new spot forming from having his cum, "want you to keep me inside, alright? When we get home I’m gonna love on you all night," he kissed her, giving the girl her shirt and her shorts, "see, told I would have them by lunch," he teasingly said.

The girl was moaning sweetly, being overstimulated by him, after a few moments Harry finally decided to pull out, holding onto her hips and watching his cum dripping out of her, he took his fingers and put it back into her pussy, "gonna take your underwear, love" he said after tucking himself into his boxers and pants.

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