#dom!niall horan

[ameliora-j]

— favorite girl 𐐪𐑂 niall horan

𐐪𐑂 summary -> you accidentally push yourself too far into subspace and soft dom!niall takes over

𐐪𐑂 content -> fem!reader, smut, masturbation [f!receiving], overstimulation, squirting, subspace, toy use, dominant/submissive themes, personal assistant!reader, crybaby!reader, soft dom!niall, daddy kink, praise, casual dominance, lots of pet names [pet, petal, princess], tooth rotting fluff and a bit of domesticity, basically an aftercare fic, 18+ ONLY MDNI

𐐪𐑂 words -> 2.6k

The sexual frustration had been bubbling in your core for as long as you could remember. Niall didn’t mean to neglect you, truly… But with The Voice, and then his album release, and merch, and tour dates bleeding together with festival dates, his schedule had become hectic. And as his assistant, so had your’s. It’s not like you could put ‘dick me down’ into his calendar either.

Well, you could… But you felt that it’d be quite immature. So now here you lay, sprawled across the bed you shared with him, a thick toy plunging into your g spot over and over. You’d lost count of how many times you’d made yourself tip over the edge, each orgasm bleeding together with the last. Tears of overstimulation prickled the corners of your eyes and you were nearly ready to give up.

The problem isn’t that you needed release—clearly that had already happened more than enough. However, no matter how big or thick the toy is, or how many times it plunges into that spot that makes you see stars… Nothing is Niall. Nothing would ever compare to the way that he made you feel, thus you were now bordering along orgasm number six and still weren’t satiated.

Not for lack of trying, however. You’d been at it for the better part of three hours, starting off slow and teasing yourself the way Niall always did, then slowly picking up the pace until you were blindly overstimulating yourself, your hips chasing the toy subconsciously in search of that spark Niall ignited inside you. Unfortunately, it never came. And that’s how you became a mess on the bed.

Tears streaked down your cheeks as you gasped and wheezed for breath. The stimulation of your cunt was beginning to hurt. Slowly bleeding in from pleasure to burning pain. You wanted nothing more than to get away from the overstimulation, but your hips couldn’t help but chase the feeling as you searched for something only Niall could give you.

For a moment, everything stopped. Your leg was lifted in the air, arm beginning to cramp as you continued to shove the toy into your cunt. The world began spinning slower, and your vision slowly faded until it was completely blocked by a milky white cloud of euphoria. Your legs shook violently, your body convulsing as the toy slipped from your hand.

You lay in the middle of the bed, panting quietly as you tried to catch your breath while your body shook atop the comforter. Beneath you was a puddle of your own arousal and sweat, and only when you noticed how wet your body had become did the reality of the situation begin to daunt on you.

You just touched yourself. You just used a toy. You just made yourself cum… Multiple times—all of these without Niall’s permission. You broke so many rules. He’s gonna be so mad at you. Your heart began beating faster in your chest, now out of fear rather than exhaustion. You bolted from the bed, quickly getting yourself cleaned up and into one of his shirts before taking the sheets down to the laundry.

Your legs were unsteady as you walked around the house, and your mind unfocused. Niall would be home soon, and likely expecting dinner on the table the way you’d always had. So, that’s what you did… Or rather, that’s what you attempted to do. Your mind was so fuzzy, and your brain so unfocused that you ended up burning the pasta for your chicken fettuccine. The chicken baked improperly, and ended up tasting rubbery, and the garlic bread was too garlicky.

Nothing came out right, and you were so overwhelmed that by the time Niall was opening the front door, tears had begun spilling over your visage. “Hey Pet. I’m ho…” Niall cut off his own sentence, freezing in his tracks as he saw your state. “Pet? What happened?” He asked, panic and worry laced in his voice.

“I’m sorry” you whined out quietly. “I’m sorry Daddy, I burned dinner. And I messed everything up” you hiccuped out. “I was so bad I’m sorry, I’m sorry” you rushed out, now borderline sobbing.

Niall’s heart cracked, and his arms wrapped around you tightly. “Oh baby, it’s okay” he murmured. “It’s okay, princess. We can just order a pizza, yeah? Daddy’s not mad” he whispered softly, gently stroking your hair. “Not mad at you, jus please stop crying. Hate it when you’re so sad” he frowned softly.

“No, I broke the rules!” You sobbed roughly. Niall’s frown turned to one of confusion now, rather than pure sadness. He rubbed your back gently, pulling back a bit to gaze properly at you.

“What are you on about, Petal?” He hummed gently, squeezing lightly at your hip. He did everything he usually would, working to calm you down so that he could fully understand what was going on and why his girl was so distraught.

You took a deep breath, wheezing a bit as you struggled through your tears. Niall cooed at you in encouragement as you did your breathing techniques. Once you had calmed down, you began to divulge how you'd been so bad, breaking his rules. “I’m sorry, Daddy” you sniffled. “I was so needy and you were so busy. Know ‘s against the rules but I used my toy. Came so many times but it wasn’t the same. Needed you” you whined quietly, knuckling at your eyes. You took another breath, attempting to keep your tears at bay. “Touched myself, used my toy, ‘n made myself cum. Didn’ ask Daddy if I could, that's bad,” you finished. “I’m sorry for being a bad girl, Daddy… I’ll take whatever punishment you give me” your whispered.

“Oh, Petal…” Niall whispered softly. He pulled you closer, gently running his fingers through your hair. He lifted you then, carrying you to the couch and sitting with you on his lap. He pulled you to his chest, rocking gently with you in his hold to aid you in relaxing. “Daddy’s not been good to you lately, has he?” He asked softly, gently moving your hair away from your face.

You stayed quiet, afraid that he was taunting you after you’d broken so many of his rules. Nervous that he was trying to trap you into making your own punishment worse as he so often did. But you couldn’t handle that right now, you were too soft. Niall, being the oh so attentive and loving dom that he is, recognized that. He saw the unfocused and glossy look in your eyes, the distraction and frustration the moment he stepped into the door and watched you cooking dinner. Only, he didn’t realize how bad it was until you finished explaining what had tipped you to this point.

“‘S okay Pet, you can be honest” he hummed. “Been ignoring you, haven’t given my Princess the proper attention she deserves” he continued on. “Wasn’t a very good Daddy, was I?” He asked gently.

“No, Daddy…” You whispered shyly, gently nosing against his neck in search of more comfort. He squeezed your hip lightly, humming as he held you closer. You sighed in content, closing your eyes as your body fully relaxed against him.

“There’s my girl” he whispered, stroking your hip with his thumb as he felt you become malleable in his hold. “I’m sorry I haven’t been payin’ attention to you, sweetheart. I’ve been so distracted by work. That’s no excuse though, is it?” He asked. The question was rhetorical, and you knew as much when he continued on to answer it on his own. “Should always have time to take care of the prettiest girl in the world” he smiled softly, gently kissing your nose. “I love you, sweet girl. My good girl” he smiled softly.

“Good girl” you echoed quietly, nodding as you held him tighter. He smiled softly, pressing another kiss to your head.

“What do you say we have a bath and then cuddle a bit, hmm?” he asked softly. “I’ll get your hair all done, get you nice and comfortable for bed” he murmured, kissing across your shoulders. “Can order a pizza and put on that show you love so much, that sound good baby?” He asked softly.

“Sounds good, Daddy” you whispered, bobbing your head gently in a nod.

“It’s okay princess, ‘s just Niall now, hmm?” He smiled softly, kissing your head. “Think you’ll be okay if I go and clean up the kitchen?” He asked softly. You nodded once more, and with that he stood. He tucked the throw blanket around your slightly-shivering form and went to the kitchen. He was quick to clean up the mess before coming back to carry you into your shared master bathroom.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ

Once in the bathroom, Niall set you down on top of the counter. He kissed your head before he turned and ran the water, making sure that it was the right temperature for you. He shot you a charming smile as he went back over to the cabinet you were sitting on top of. “What kind of bubbles do you want, Pet?” He asked softly, planting a gentle kiss to your calf as he kneeled between your legs in front of the cabinet.

“Um…” You hummed softly as you thought, chewing gently on your nails. “The lavender one” you finally decided, looking down at him with a shy smile.

“Take your fingers out of your mouth, beautiful” he mumbled, kissing the inside of your knee as he said it. He was firm in his words, but gentle in his kiss—speaking to you in the way he always did in this state of mind. This way, you knew it was an order, but you also knew he wasn’t mad at you. You murmured a quick apology, pulling your hand away from your mouth. He simply kissed your leg once more, letting you know all was okay before grabbing the lavender bath salts and bubbles.

He stood again, kissing your gently puckered lips and causing a giggle to spill past your lips. The sound was music to his ears, especially after hearing your heartbreaking sobs just minutes ago. He couldn’t help the smile that broke out onto his face as he saw your happiness return. “I love you, Pet,” he smiled softly.

“I love you too, NiNi” you whispered. The nickname let him know that you were slowly returning to your usual self, though the fog in your brain hadn’t fully cleared up yet. He turned, pouring the bubbles and salts into the water before returning them back to their rightful place beneath the sink.

Once the bath was full, Niall turned to you. He saw you nod, and knew you wanted him to undress you rather than do it yourself. He smiled in adoration, walking the short distance to you once more. He kissed your head, unable to stop himself from adorning your skin with his gentle lips for what felt like the hundredth time since he got home. Niall was soft as he unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it from your shoulders to leave you bare before helping you out of your underwear. “Do you want me to sit in with you or stay out here, Petal?” He asked you gently, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear so he could get a better look at your pretty face.

“In please” you answered softly. And Niall would never say no to you anyway, but with that pretty pout and those wide eyes, he was already a complete goner; unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off of himself as he got ready to bathe with you. Once he was bare, he lifted you from the counter and sat in the bath with you in front of him, between his spread legs. When buying a house, Niall had taken into consideration your love for baths after he fucked you into oblivion—and right now he was thankful he remembered so as the two of you sat comfortably in the hot water.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ

The bathing part of your bath was over quickly, washing you off always being the first thing Niall did. He noticed how sweaty your body had become from your overstimulation earlier on through the thin cotton of his white shirt you wore—thusly, he washed your hair for you as well. Even with Niall washing your hair, and cleaning your body of your sticky arousal and multiple orgasms, the bathing was over within fifteen minutes.

Your body still wasn’t fully calmed down by then, and therefore when Niall asked if you were ready to get out yet, you simply whined in protest. It had now been at least forty minutes since Niall had put the two of you in the bath. The water had begun to cool, slowly losing its relaxing aura the colder the water became. This time when Niall asked you if you were ready to exit, you nodded sleepily and yawned quietly.

Niall gently moved you, climbing out first and wrapping a towel around his hips. He unplugged the bath, grabbing your fluffy towel and lifting you from the water, wrapping it around your body. “Want me to brush your teeth for you, Princess?” He hummed softly.

“No, I can do it” you nodded softly, smiling at him. “Thank you, Ni” you murmured. He smiled, kissing your nose as he grabbed your toothbrush and toothpaste for you. He let you know that he was going to get new sheets on the bed while you brushed, and you nodded in reply. While Niall made the bed, you brushed your teeth and got your skincare done. By the time you were walking out of the bathroom, Niall was putting the pillows back on the bed.

“Hi, pretty girl” he smiled softly, walking over to you. He wore sweatpants now, foregoing a shirt as he wrapped his arms around you in a hug. “Feelin’ better now?” He asked softly.

“Yeah, Ni” you whispered, nodding softly. You puckered your lips once more, and he obliged your silent request, leaning down and kissing you softly. “I love you” you whispered as the two of you pulled back.

“I love you, Petal” he echoed, kissing your head. “Let’s get you comfortable, hmm?” He smiled, carrying you over to the bed. He sat you down, going to your drawers to grab panties and one of his white t-shirts. He gently put them on you, helping you to put lotion on before detangling your hair.

He finished getting you ready for bed and got you beneath the covers, climbing in with you and pulling you close. He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the remote, handing it to you. “Thanks, Ni” you whispered, turning on the TV and flicking to your favorite show as he took out his phone to order a pizza.

“Food’s on the way, baby” he murmured after a while, kissing your temple.

“You’re so good to me, Ni” you whispered softly, gazing up at him from where you were cuddled into his side.

“Only the best for my favorite girl” he smiled softly, kissing your nose gently.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ

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[narrycherries]

you sunshine, you temptress

you are normally an anxious wreck, and something about Harry’s hands calms you down (and his teeth..) * slight smut

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[ part 2 ]

word count: 3.7K

warnings: Harry x reader, soft!dom harry, biting, spitting, smut, some fluff

**[due to two messages I’ve received since posting this, I want to clarify that this relationship is completely consensual! there is no forcing or pressuring! xo]

Harry was sitting at his desk, eyes fixated on the computer monitor, when you gently tapped your fingers on the door. He looked past the screen and gave you a nod, silently assuring you that you weren’t interrupting anything. It was nice that he worked from home the majority of the time. That meant that you could spend lots of time with him and that when you were having bad times, he was just a few rooms away.

He didn’t fully turn his attention away from the contract he was reading over, though. You felt a sting in your heart as you realized he wasn’t looking your way. But you stayed calm and softly walked across the room, your socks muffling your footsteps.

Once you were at his side, hands fumbled with each other as you waited, he finished the paragraph he was on and adjusted the cursor over the next section so he wouldn’t lose his place.

“Hi, my sweet girl.” He said as he turned in the chair, his hands extending for you to take or to step closer, whichever you wanted.

You opted to take his hands and squeeze them tight before placing them on your waist. When you didn’t say anything, he became more concerned. He pulled you closer, wanting to give you some comfort. He could easily tell when your anxiety was hyped up. Your breaths were shaky and your eyes avoided his - simple but key things he noticed every time - on top of other signs.

“What’s the matter, angel baby?” He hummed, dragging you between his knees. Your eyes were placed on his shoulder instead of his face. “Hey, sweet pea. I’ve missed you.”

You nodded softly, indicating the same thing back to him. He knew you were long gone as your hand moved to his shoulder, sliding to the collar of his shirt and you started to gently scratch and pinch his skin.

“Wanna sit in my lap, baby?” He asked in a soft voice, remembering how easily you could get triggered by loud or overwhelming noises.

You nod again, allowing him to maneuver your body. He took notice of your attire - leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. It was August and you usually never got cold, so he was confused as to why you had a long sleeve item on.

“Are you cold, baby?” He asked, toying with the hem of the sweatshirt as you leaned your side against his body.

“Yeah.. Cus m’not by you.” You muttered out, eyes closing as you savored the feeling of sitting on his lap, his arms secured around your body. His attention was fully yours now. “Miss you.”

He kissed your cheek a few times. “I miss you, baby. You can stay with me for a bit.”

You nodded softly as you picked at your thumbnail. Harry carefully pulled one hand away from the other, knowing you’ll destroy your skin if he didn’t. You huffed and snatched your arms up, crossing them over your chest. He sighed, but kept his cool. He wasn’t intending to set you off, just wanted to look after you.

“M’not tryna be mean, baby, okay?”

“I know.. just don’t.. like it when you do that.” You stared down at his hand that was resting on your thigh.

Your mind drifted off for a moment. You couldn’t resist thinking about how much you adored his hands - how he rubbed your back, caressed your belly, squeezed your breasts. He did so many wondrous things with his hands. He loved to play with your hair and tickle your waist and hold you while you slept. But your favorite things were when he let you suck on his fingers and thumb, whether during sex or while trying to sleep. Most of all, when he rubbed your clit or explored your womanhood - pulling, pinching, and flicking through your folds and over your nub.. that was your favorite.

“Someone’s distracted, hmm.” He said, squeezing your waist as he pressed a line of kisses down your jaw to your chin. “Do you need something special, baby?”

You thought for a moment about your options. Did you want pleasure? Or did you want to give him pleasure and receive praise? You loved either idea, but you weren’t sure. Harry’s thumb and index finger bumped your chin, forcing your head towards him.

“Baby doll, don’t be shy with me.”

“M’not.. just thinking ‘bout what I want.” You pout your lips out, eyes locked with his.

“I can take a twenty minute break, okay?” He looked at his computer for a moment, then shifted his focus back to you. “Whatever you need, baby, just tell me.”

“Twenty?” You softly whispered, your head leaning against his now.

He chuckled back. “I guess it depends on what you want, doll. Y’know I’ll make exceptions.”

That made you feel a little better. You took a deep breath and pushed it through your nose. Your body was experiencing a lot of anxiety, thankfully it was slightly better now that you were with him. But you weren’t sure what you wanted.

“I dunno yet.”

He licked his lips as you looked down at your legs again. “You don’t have to pick anything specific. Just wanna sit with me for a bit?”

You shrugged. “I wan’ to do something special.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, you sat your hand over his on your thigh and started tracing his skin. He gave your hip a knead, wishing he could probably feel your butt.

“You’re anxious, yeah?”

“Mhm.. a bit.”

He pressed his lips to your cheek, making you blush. “When you’re anxious.. you like f’me to make you feel good, don’t you, baby?”

You nod. He slid his hand up your leg, pushing the sweatshirt out of the way. It was way too long for you. You watched as he got closer to your crotch,

“Let me make you feel good then, angel.”

You curled your fingers around his wrist and stopped him from moving any further. He frowned, confused as to why you weren’t letting him do this.

“Wan’ your other hand..”

He smirked. “Want my better hand, hm?”

“This one gets tired too quick.”

The chuckle that left his throat made your heart skip a beat. He was just so attractive to you in every way. You turned slightly, your hands grabbing his face to yank him towards you. He hummed as his mouth fell on yours, tongues slipping around and lips smacking against one another.

Harry gripped your waist with one hand, the other clutching your hip. He wasn’t letting up on you. He sucked on your tongue, making you moan into his mouth. You pulled away, fingers gripping his jaw to keep him back. Immediately, your eyes fell to his lips - they were red liek yours now, slightly swollen and covered in a thin layer of spit. You licked your own lips, wanting to swipe your tongue over his skin to clean him up.

He knew that look in your eyes all too well. His lips pulled into a smirk as he let saliva gather in his mouth. You gulped, hoping that he was going to let you do your favorite thing.

“Please.” You whispered, eyes trained on his mouth as he parted his lips. “Wan’ it, please.”

Without saying a word, he swished all of his spit onto his tongue and knocked your hands down from his face so he could move. You whimpered as you touched his chest, waiting patiently. Harry tapped your chin, a silent command for you to open your mouth. You stuck your tongue out past your lip, eyes watching him closely. He held your jaw and angled your head the way he needed it to be.

A rumble exploded in your stomach as he spit onto your tongue, his taste filling your mouth. Your panties were getting damper by the second. He did it again as you pulled at his shirt, begging for more.

“Hold it, baby.” He mumbled as he let his hand fall from your face. “Look so pretty with my spit in your mouth, don’t you?”

You frowned your brows gently, nodding your head as he slipped his hand under your shirt. Harry knew what you wanted next - his command. You were not in any sort of dominating relationship, but you loved it when he was that way with you.

“Go ‘head, baby doll. Show me what you love doing.”

You released a gentle moan as you spread his spit onto your lips, smearing it over your skin. He watched with a hard smirk, eyes focused on your mouth. You scooped it all back up and move it from cheek to cheek, tasting him was your favorite thing.

“Swallow it f’me, baby.” He said with a lift of his brows.

You pushed it all down your throat and stuck out your tongue, showing him it was all gone. He gave you a proud grin and grabbed your chin, bringing your face back to his. He kissed you for a long moment - it was sloppy and messy, tongues rubbing all over, spit mixing together and being passed around from mouth to mouth. It was dirty, like you liked. He had never experienced this kind of intimacy before you, and neither had you. It was just something that unfolded with time - something you both found within yourselves, only for each other.

“M’baby might be a bit more than anxious, yeah?” He said breathlessly, finally pulling back to take a break. “Are you horny, baby doll?”

A grunt slipped past your swollen lips. “Needy.”

He smirked at your correction. Despite being so filthy with him, you didn’t like hearing certain words. He pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth.

“Wan’ me to take care of you, baby?” His hand pressed into the small of your back. “Make it all go ‘way?”

You nodded, hands gripping either side of his neck. “Please.”

“Turn ‘round.” He patted your thigh, wanting you to adjust yourself in his lap.

You moved around, throwing a leg on either side of him, sitting down on his thighs like you belonged tbere. That’s because you did. Once you were situated, his hands grasped your body and you felt more of that anxiety in your gut fade away. You were comfortable.

“Tell me what you need.”

You groaned, tilting your head back in frustration. “More than twenty minutes.”

Harry chuckled. “Baby girl, y’already know I’ll give you all the time in the world.”

Once you received that assurance from him, your throughts went wild. You scratched at his neck, but not too harshly - the reminder than he has an important meeting tomorrow was stuck in your head, only because he’d have to leave you home by yourself.

“Mark me, please.” You said softly, one hand slipping onto his jaw to move his head where you wanted it, and he of course let you without putting up a fight. “Wanna be yours.”

He smirked against your throat as your head fell backwards. “Already mine, baby girl. But I’ll remind everyone.”

You sighed in relief as he started sucking on a spot of skin, pulling it into his mouth, drawing your blood to the area. For a second, you thought about stopping him but you didn’t want to - not all the way, at least. Your fingers locked in his hair, slightly pulling at his roots. He thought you were just reacting to him, letting him know you were enjoying it. So he frowned when you used some force to yank his head back, tearing his mouth from your skin.

“Baby, I thought-“

Your thumb covered his lips, making him silence himself. Sometimes you got a bit bossy, but without taking control or gaining any dominance. You get what you want whenever you want, never have to do any work unless you want to.

“Bite me.” You muttered back, eyes boring into his.

His brows dropped. “Baby, y’know I don’t like using m’teeth on your neck.. s’too pretty for brutal marks.”

You groaned, sliding your thumb over his teeth before letting him envelope it into his warm mouth. “Don’t have to do many.. just a few, please.”

“No, darling. I’ll give you marks but no bites.”

You whined, frustrated with him at this point. “Baby, please!”

“We have dinner plans Saturday, baby. It’s easy to cover the bruises.. not teeth marks.”

You gave his chest a shove, making him huff back at you. “Harry, please. Don’t wanna beg you.”

“M’not gone let you, baby. I said no.”

Your nails sank into his shoulders, even though the fabric of his shirt he could feel them piercing his skin. His big hands grasped your hips, trying to calm you down but it wasn’t working. You were getting irritated with him.

“But I get what I want. You always promise me that, bubby.”

You attempted to sway him by using a soft, sad tone of voice and one of his favorite pet names. But it didn’t seem to work. He shook his head and pressed the pads of his fingers deep into your thick hips.

“I said no.” He sighed, closing his eyes for just a moment.

“Harry, pretty please.” You pout, rolling your bottom lip out and giving him wide eyes, doing whatever it possibly took.

He shook his head again. “No, honey. No.”

You didn’t like it when he denied you of soemthing you wanted. It happened so rarely that you never were able to handle it right when it did occur. You pushed out a breath, your lips turning to a frown.

“Then stop!” You suddenly blurted out, grabbing his wrists to push his arms away from your body.

“Baby, don’t.” Harry quickly tightened his grip on you, knowing you’d be unable to pull him off. “You’re acting like a child.”

“You’re being mean to me!” You felt your lip start to quiver, and of course he immediately noticed it.

“Nuh-uh, none of that, darling.” He was trying to be as sweet as he could.

He never liked it when you got upset, especially if he was the cause of it. The last thing he wanted for was your to cry over this - because he’s denying you of what you want.

“Baby, I don’t wanna hurt you. Everytime i bite you the way you want.. You bleed.”

“S’cus I wanna! I wanna hurt.. wan’ the pain.” You struggled to take in a proper breath. “You know I like it.”

Your arms slinked around his neck, pulling your self against him. His head was forced into the crook of your neck, but he didn’t fight you. If he was being honest, he was confused as to why you suddenly wanted his touch, weren’t you mad at him?

“Please, Harry, please.” You whined quietly. “I wan’ your teeth on me, please. Love you so much.. wanna be marked.”

“Baby.”

“I’ll do anything, bubba! Please!”

Harry took in a breath and carefully released it, his warmth spreading over your skin. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling and twisting to keep a hold on him. You felt hopeless, despite not wanting to give up. Harry could easily tell you were being genuine - whenever you were needy, you were just needy. There was no pretending or trying to deny it, he knew that.

He gave in. “You’re wearing your hair down Saturday.”

The second his teeth sunk into the side of your neck, you let out a loud moan of absolute pleasure. You adored the pain that shuddered through your body - straight to your core. Soft whines fell past your lips, getting lost in his hair as you shifted your head.

Harry’s fingers roughly grabbed your jaw and forced your head back where it had been, allowing him easier access to your neck. A thousand things flooded your mind all at once - each of them revolving around him. You wondered if he was really enjoying this. It was nothing new to you - the fact he didn’t like inflicting too much pain on you. Rougher sex was one thing, at least he knew then you were getting pleasure and an orgasm - but biting you so hard.. that was a whole other situation. He didn’t like doing it, the pain was a different type, the physical effects it caused to your body made him hate himself. But yet, he always did it whenever you asked because you were his princess - and princesses always get what they want.

The other main thought your mind kept circling back to was whether or not he was getting off on this. Was he just doing this to make you happy? You started to grind your hips down, trying to feel for any hardness. He groaned as you rubbed against his erection, a smile covered your lips. Of course he was horny, when was he not?

“Harry.” You muttered as he started working on a third mark, this time at the base of your throat where your skin was much thinner - which he was very aware of. He wasn’t trying to make you bleed out, but you weren’t satisfied anymore. “Harder.”

He opened his eyes as his lips fell from your neck. You huffed, trying to yank him back against you. He stopped you, his big hand coming up to gently touch the side of your neck - the side he hadn’t marked up. You were slightly irritated as his pretty eyes stared at the mark on your throat. He had bitten down too hard - even though it was lighter than the others. Your skin was so fragile there, so sensitive. Now, it was broken and a red circle was forming around the area.

“Don’t stop.” You whispered softly, combing through his hair. It was slightly oilier than usual, tonight was his shower night. “Please, baby.”

“M’done.” He muttered back, eyes still locked on your neck. There was a drop of blood pooling to the surface. He gulped as he watched it emerge and begin to roll down your skin. “I hurt you.”

His grip on your head loosened and you were finally able to move, opting to look down at him. You relaxed your body, sitting all the way on his thighs now. Your fingers curled around his nape, eyes trying to find his but he wouldn’t stop his staring.

“M’not hurt.” You whisper back, trying your best to remain calm and not become a brat about not getting your way. Sometimes Harry just didn’t realize he was doing everything you wanted him to do. “Please, look at me.”

The shake of his head was faint, barely noticeable. If you hadn’t been looking, you would have missed it. Harry’s hands were hardly touching your body now. He had returned his hand back to your waist - but he wasn’t even gripping you like he always, always did. It worried you, mostly because you thought it was your fault. Was he not turned on anymore? Did he not want to do this? You could still feel him under you, hard as a rock - but that didn’t mean he wanted to do this anymore.

“You’re bleeding.. in all three spots.” He mumbled, his lips stuck in the shape of a frown.

Once again, you try your best to move his head up, but he doesn’t allow it. A whine slips past your lips as you put both hands on his neck, attempting to get his attention.

“I can make you feel better, yeah?” You suggested, one hand traveling down his chest. He grabbed your wrist just as you reached his navel. “Harry.”

“No.” He quickly shot your efforts down.

“You don’t.. want me?” The words came out in a soft whisper, almost inaudible.

Harry let out an unamused laugh. “You shouldn’t want me, baby. I.. you’re bleeding.”

You were annoyed by his constant complaining, so you decided to determine the outcome yourself. When you reached up to touch your throat, Harry shook his head. You felt a wetness coat two of your fingertips. When you pulled your hand back to look, you felt a lump begin to form in your throat.

“M’not touching you anymore.. not right now.” He said suddenly, making your heart drop to your gut.

“What? No! Harry.” You whined, quickly wiping your fingers on your shirt so you could touch his face. “Bubby, i need you, please.”

“Baby, no.”

Tears began forming in your eyes. “This isn’t fair! I want this. You didn’t do it on purpose!”

He shook his head and gripped your sides. “Go. M’not doing anything.”

That broke your heart - literally crushed your lungs. A breath came from your mouth and you slumped against him, his face in your chest as you lazily put your arms around his neck.

“Pretty please.” You mumbled out, trying your best to be as sweet as possible. “Love you so much.”

Harry huffed back. “I love you, darling, but M’not doing this right now.”

“Harry-“

“Give it up, baby. M’serious.”

“Fine!” You threw your arms down and pressed your hands on his shoulders to stand up. He tried to keep a hold of your waist but you furiously shoved his hands down. “You’re being mean for no reason!”

He didn’t like the tears rolling down your clearly angry face. “Baby-“

“No!” You yelled, fists clutched at your sides. “I didn’t interrupt you! You let me in! I didn’t do anything mean to you!”

“I never said you did!” He raised his voice right back at you, but you didn’t care.

Within seconds, you were fleeing his office and rushing up the stairs to the bedroom. Harry was supposed to give you his undivided attention - but today he chose to neglect that promise. He wasn’t working on anything that needed his full focus, so why was he acting that way? It wasn’t like he had never bit you before..

((I wrote this originally using a name for the female character, but I changed it! Excuse any errors if I left in the name anywhere!))

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[1d-oned-1d]

THUNDERSTORMS

for everyone's notice, this is my first time writing smut, soo please bear with me and tell me how I can improve.

warning:- kinky shit, smut, a whole lot of filthy hot smut.

pairing:- Y/N and Louis Tomlinson

inspired by his outfit at his documentary premiere. also don't mind me I'm horny as fuck atm and DO NOT JUDGE ME FFS.

summary:- y/n has a fear of thunderstorms. they're in the car and things get a little too steamy.

I slightly woke up because of thirst and irritating clothes when I heard our driver converse with sun. 

"Sir it's raining heavily and the car is stuck in the puddle, extremely sorry sir I'll just go and try to fetch a car for you and ma'am." the driver opened and shut the door. I whimpered as I heard another thundering voice. I slightly opened my eyes to see sun on his phone but then closed it back because of my sleepy mind. I was in that phase where you could listen to everything going on in your surroundings but even lifting a finger was too much of a work. The door opened again.

"Sir I found a car but it's only available for one person and it's going back to the city." He explained. There was a bit of silence until sun spoke up.

"Ok no problem, you might be having kids and wife waiting for you at home and worried, take the ride and head back." As sun completed the sentence, the driver gasped. I don't what made his gasp, probably him getting to go back to his family.

"Thank you so much sir, thank you so much, when I reach there I'll send another car for you." The driver exclaimed.

"Oh no need, we have already covered 3/4 of the ride home, I'll just a call an uber." sun explained.

"Are you sure sir?"

"Very sure, now go before your ride takes off." Sun chuckled, with one last thank you and a smash of the door, driver was on his way to his home.

"Shit! there's no network, looks like we'll have to stay here for the night." sun cursed under his breath. I whimpered again as I heard that, staying here was no problem, but staying in here with these heck of a clothes and with me being thirsty was a problem to me and not to mention thunderstorm. Sun picked me up and cradled me in his lap, brushing my hair out of the way to get a better look at my face but instead I snuggled my face into his neck.

"What's the matter darling?" He asked but I had no power to vocalize my issues, so instead I let him continue on what he was doing, that is asking questions.

"Is it because we're spending the night here?" He asked but got no reply

"Cold weather?" He asked again only to be met with silence and I shifted again in his lap trying to adjust my collar of the shirt.

"are you thirsty? are the clothes irritating you?" He questioned once again but this time I meekly nodded in his neck. He bent forward with me in his lap and put a water bottle in between my lips.

"Come on darling sip it." as he said, I started sipping it, soon enough quenching my thirst. He pulled away the sipper from my lips and bent again. What is wrong with this shirt aah! I tried shift again only to be stopped this time with sun's hands firm grip on my waist.

"Oh it's ok babygirl let daddy change you into his tshirt." He rasped and I was shocked by the change of his mood. While I was on his lap he shuffled below me for a while, only to make me feel his skin, meaning he probably removed his tshirt. With somehow collecting some power left in me I tried to unbotton my shirt.

"No babygirl, daddy will do it, just go back to sleep." He stopped my hands movement and set it in my lap, slowly himself working on my shirt. He was painfully slow while unbottoning my shirt but thankfully he shrugged it off me. I was ready for him to put his shirt on me but instead I felt his one hand on my waist and the other hand on my face as he kissed me. I returned the kiss and he moved his lips down to my jaw, the spot below my ear to finally the sweet spot on my neck making me arch my back and moan out his name.

"Sunn." I breathlessly moaned, he squeezed my waist harshly and marked my neck. He moved down to my cleavage and roughly marked me there too.

"It's daddy to you, you like it don't you when daddy plays with you, do you want me to play with you babygirl?" He rasped and went to unclasp my bra but I stopped him. 

"Yes daddy I want you to play with me but I'm very sleepy." I moved his hands to my waist and shifted closer to him.

"Babygirl I'm not asking you to stay awake, you can sleep and let daddy play with you for a little while." 

"No daddy I want to sleep, I want to sleep with you, you can play tomorrow." I spoke as I started feeling hazy in my mind.

"Princess I'll sleep with you, just let me play for a little while, and you don't want to make daddy angry do you?" He slipped his hands in my skirt and underwear and squeezed my bum, kneading it.

"No daddy I want to sleep, you're being an arse." My eyes shot open as I finished my sentence. One thing that daddy made crystal clear was, I was never supposed to curse or else he'll punish me.

"Okay enough, up and strip." He growled removing his hands from my skirt. "Now" he slapped the skin on my back when I didn't try to move even a little bit. I shifted from his lap and quickly removed the pieces of clothing which were left on me while he was watching me like a hawk watching his prey.

"On my shoulder." He roared making me whimper. Usually he would bend me over his knees if I was being bratty but when he meant over his shoulder it meant I was in serious trouble.

"I'm sorry daddy, I promise I'll never say a bad word again and you can play with me as you like." 

"Did I ask you about your opinion my little slut?" he asked making me shake my head but all he did was raise his eyebrow at me.

"No d-daddy." I stuttered. I better use my words if I don't want to get in anymore trouble.

 "Good now on my shoulder."

"Yes Daddy." I nodded and stood on the seat with my knees on the either side of his legs as he slid down a little to come face to face with my boobs. He further pushed his head in my chest and started licking in between both my breasts as he spanked my backside making me moan and clutch his shoulders for leverage.

"You like it don't you, you little whore. How I wish I could see your face while I punished you, I wish we were in our room." he mumbled, suddenly moving away from me and started fumbling with his mobile. In our room all you'll find is couple of mirrors, so he can see me no matter what he's doing. He set his phone somewhere in the car giving me my phone where I can see myself but the volume was on mute, he facetimed himself?!

"Daddy has two punishments for you, you'll count till 10 as daddy spanks you ok?" He demanded making me nod. "I can't hear you?" 

"Yes daddy, are you recording me?" I whispered, I was never actually comfortable with the idea of him recording me.

"That was the second punishment for you but you have option, daddy won't record you, if you don't feel comfortable babygurl." He sucked on my nipples making my head fall backwards and my eyes roll in pleasure, digging my nails into his shoulder.

"Are you upset with me daddy?" I asked with a very low voice.

"Yes baby girl, very." He bit on my nipple making them hard as ever and me whine for mercy.

"Then you can record daddy."

"Are you sure princess?" He asked.

"Yes daddy." I confirmed. He quickly took my phone from my hand and handed me in a minute or two, and I noticed the screen recording was on. he bent forward taking his phone to do the same thing and set back in it's place within seconds. Once again I was visible on my screen and he spanked me harshly catching me off guard.

"One." I whimpered, I could already feel myself getting wet and dripping down the thighs. I was ready for another hit but it never came instead he trailed his finger along my slit, making me lose my mind and arch my back only burying his face more into my breasts, that made him groan. I expected him to slip his finger in my entrance but he spanked me hard once again.

"Two." I moaned and he continued his torture on me by sucking on my breasts and spanking both my ass cheeks one after the other giving me no time to breathe.

"Three four." I gasped for air, he removed my right breast from his mouth, not before taking my left breast in his mouth and biting it harshly. 

"doing so good for daddy, my little whore, I'll think I'll move it to twenty for you since you're enjoying it." He moaned in my breasts.

"No daddy I'm so sorry." I whimpered but only to be met by another sharp slap of his on my backside. "Five" I counted. Soon enough 20, moved to 30 which further moved to 50. I had tears running down my face as I couldn't control anymore of his teasing, I just wanted his fingers and him inside me.

"Please daddy please." I requested as he pinched my bud roughly. 

"aww just look at your red little glistening pussy, so red , please what baby?" He slapped my breasts, squeezing it harshly and kneading it.

"your fingers, I want your fingers inside me daddy, I want you inside me daddy." I moaned breathlessly, not being able to contain the euphoric feeling as he started running circles on my core in an extremely fast pace.

"You like it don't you, getting punished, getting spanked, so wet from all this, such a filthy little slut, like this baby?" He cockily asked as he pushed two fingers in me and started pumping in and out. Unconciously I tried to close my legs and I guess he noticed it because he further spread his knees which in turn spreaded mine and made me squirm while he continued pumping his fingers in me.

"Don't squirm, once again try to close your legs and I will stop" He roared as he started scissoring inside me with his fingers, not helping with the squirming at all, only getting me to squirm more and trying to close my legs. 

"I said don't squirm you whore and what is that? you tried to close your legs." He growled taking out his fingers and spreading his legs to spread my legs even wider and a burning sensation erupted in my core from being streched out too much making me whimper.

"Please daddy I'm sorry, please I want your fingers inside me, please I promise I won't try to close my legs but it's really difficult to keep it open." I begged him to just put his fingers inside me and fuck me. 

"You've really turned bratty you know, sorry babygurl but you'll be punished really hard this time. Not listening to daddy at all." He threatened. spreading his legs even more resulting me to cry his name out loud. He picked his coat and started rummaging through it, finally taking out his tie. Why does he even have a tie if he was wearing tshirt and a coat. He took the tie and tied it around my eyes like a blindfold making me arch my back repeatedly as he took my breast in his mouth. since my eyesight was closed off my ears perked up and I heard him shuffle around, he took phone from my hand and held both my hands behind my back tying it with a soft material, which now I guess was my underwear. He sat me down on the seat sideways, my back against his side and he pulled my knees to my chest. I was wondering what he was going to do when I heard the window descending and me getting wet from rain which was very harsh on my core, with every ounce of patience I tried not to squirm. Thankfully soon enough the window ascended up.

"Now listen to me babygirl, I'm gonna eat you out but before you're going to cum, you have to ask me okay?" He whispered in my ear, I nodded earning another slap on my core.

"Yes daddy." I moaned as he started rubbing circles on my clit once again. He shifted me away from him, lying me down on the seat to open my legs wide for himself.

"Oh so wet from me doll, I'm gonna eat you out so nicely." I could hear his smirk. He pinched my nipple with his thumb and forefinger and bit on my bud harshly, he entered in me with his tongue, lapping again and again in my walls, I locked my ankles behind his neck pushing him deep in me. I never knew how long somebody's finger could be until he entered his fingers in me straightaway hitting my g-spot making me a moaning mess below him. His tongue and fingers working ruthlessly in me until I felt a pressure in my lower abdomen making me pant.

"Daddy!" my eyes rolled back, not knowing anything while he curled his fingers in me removing his mouth from my core to attack my breasts, just increasing the pressure a lot more.

"Oh how daddy loves your breasts darling, so soft, wish I could have them in my mouth all day, you know how hard it is to resist myself when I see you like this under my control, all tied up, just waiting for daddy to pound into his little whore pussy." he kneaded one of my breasts as he sucked on the other one all while fingering me, sending my mind into a frenzy state.

"You feel the pressure in your stomach baby? that means you're going to cum" His voice dangerously calm but I knew he was onto something devilish. 

"Yes daddy I feel it, I'm going to cum daddy." I moaned, the pressure growing even more when he scissored again inside me but suddenly everything stopped, his hands, his mouth, everything, leaving me frustrated and whining.

"Oh babygurl didn't think I'll let you cum this easily did you?" He laughed, holding my thighs apart to constraint me from creating any friction between them. Few minutes after the pressure in my stomach subsided and I was left horny, juices dripping to my thigh, he turned me around, my ass in the air, face squished into the leather seat and started eating me out, his hands never leaving my breasts. After a few more minutes of torturing I could feel a little pressure again in my stomach. He removed his tongue from me and pulled my ass cheeks apart, licking between them as I shoved my ass into his face for anything more he could do, which resulted in him licking my hole recklessly. He once again removed his face and pulled me towards him by squeezing my neck and jaw from the front.

"How are you doing babygurl, any pressure down here?" He asked, removing his hand from my neck and moving it further south to my core and inserting three fingers in me harshly, pumping at a very high pace while marking my neck.

"Yes daddy yes, I'm going to come daddy." I whined, pushing myself further more into his chest. He removed all three fingers from inside me only to push them in me again. I was gasping for air, as his pace increased even more than before. How is that even possible?

"daddy I'm going to cum, can I cum please?" I pleaded. My breasts bouncing with the movement in between my legs.

"hold on doll, I'm still not done with my pussy, and if you dare cum, things will only worsen." he curled his fingers in me, hitting my g-spot again and again, pressure building in my stomach reaching it's peak as I cum moaning daddy's name, my thighs trembling and my head fell backwards on daddy's shoulder. I knew he purposely did this because he wanted me to cum to increase my punishment. 

"You didn't listen to daddy, daddy's going to pound in his hole and make you cum again and again until he's not done with you, ought to teach you some manners." he growled. He set me against the seat and I heard his belt clunk and his zipper moving meaning now he was going to fuck me senseless until I see stars. He undid his tie and my panties from around my eyes and hands. When I turned to him, he only smirked. I was beyond scared and excited for what coming next. 

"Out!" He demanded and I sat their confused. "out of the car my cute little whore" He opened the door ushering me out. It was still raining heavily making me shiver. I stood there getting wet before his further instructions. 

"On the car's hood baby." He got out after 10 mins or so with his belt and tie in hands. I quickly shuffled infront of the car to see him already on the boot, giving himself a few pumps. "Come on move your ass quickly." He demanded. I climbed onto the car and sat beside him.

"On my dick baby." He held his dick and aligned himself with me. "Sit down baby." He cooed but I knew very well the devil was soon going to unleash. I sit down on him and tried to keep my legs in between so he couldn't spread it but unluckily he caught on and set my knees on the either side of his knees spreading wide open until I cried out loud and held onto him once again.

"Oh baby I know, it's ok." He hushed and picked his belt and tie and tied my ankles with his legs only spreading them further, making me shout in pain. 

"Ride me baby, I wanna feel your bouncing tits on my face." He kept a hand on my waist stimulating me to ride him. He started agonizingly slow, grinding me on him every now and then, making me go mad and loose my common sense.

"Faster daddy, faster." I moaned making him groan, he spread his legs further, taking mine with his too. "aahh daddy no." I whined and he held my waist and started making me ride him faster. He spanked me, only increasing the pressure while my breast in his mouth.

"daddy I'm gonna cum." I started nearing my third orgasm of the day, afraid to be denied.

"Cum baby cum, you're not gonna stop cumming until I'm gonna cum, oh god how I wished I could record you." he groaned. I felt my walls squeezing him, making him throw his head back, his nails digging into my waist, my legs started trembling and I released. Just as I released he picked up his pace and streched his legs, it felt like I could rip apart anytime from being this wide open. I felt the pressure build again it was not minutes before I released again. He quickly untied both our legs and rolled us over. He pounded in me remorselessly with rain having no mercy either. I needed something to hold on, so I held onto his back, surely leaving scratches there. Only thing that could be heard in the moment was us moaning, skin slapping against each other and rain, as I came down from another high. God! sometimes how much I hate his self control, he could last for hours and he did. I released about countless times but he was still nowhere near.

"Please daddy I'm so sorry, please cum daddy." I whined and he pounded into my overly sensitive clit. Once again I released, shrieking, but this time I was not the only one, daddy released too. He filled me with his cum as he rested his head on my shoulder while I pushed out his wet hair from his eyes. He pulled out of me and rested on his side pulling me close to his chest. after a few more minutes of resting on the hood of the car, he got down, and picked me up bridal style and headed inside the car. I winced as he set me down, laying me on the seat and quickly got in. 

"You did so good princess, so good for daddy." He kissed me on the lips and picked up my shirt. He started cleaning me, he cleaned my face, jaw, neck moving to my breasts doing nothing sensual but cleaning me and then moving to lower part. He cleaned between my legs as I could feel his breath on my core, he left a quick kiss there and moved down further cleaning my legs. He again held me up as he dressed me into his tshirt and underwear when I winced.

"What is it babygirl?" He asked taking his hands in mine.

"It's paining down there." I muttered looking down.

"So sorry princess must be really sensitive." He laid me down, removed my panties and blew some air on my pussy making me shudder and close my legs.

"It's ok baby I'm just gonna blow some air so it feels good." He opened my legs and blew on my pussy for a couple of minutes before closing my legs and letting me rest.

He quickly dried himself up, wore his boxers and laid himself on me, only to flip us, so now I was on top with my face in the crook of his neck as he held me closer to him with his hand rubbing my back. 

"I'm sorry if I was too hard on you baby." daddy whispered from below me.

"It's fine daddy." I replied and kissed him on his neck because it was closest to me.

"Couldn't help it darling, all night you were looking so pretty, all I wanted to do was show you how pretty you were." He mumbled against my lips, making me turn beet red and burst out giggling. "My cute little babygirl." He kissed me on the lips and then my forehead. Feeling content in each others arms we fell asleep.

I told you I wasn't lying when I said it was kinky shit.

Requests are open if you want anything specific, I write oned smut so yeah.

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[celestialhrry]

It’ll Be Okay

The one where Y/N, Harry’s fiancée, has bipolar disorder, and no one can bring her out of her episodes other than him.

WARNING: There is going to be mentions/actions of alcohol abuse, drug use, outbursts of anger, sudden changes in mood and domestic violence in this story. Harry does smoke in this as well. If you are not comfortable with that, please do not continue reading.

Y/N’s POV:

I sat on the couch with the bottle of vodka in one hand, and a cigarette in the other, mascara and tear stains on my cheeks. The alcohol and drugs were the only two things that made me feel at peace in this moment. Serenity.

A sudden click of the lock causes me to immediately put out my cigarette and hide the bottle of vodka. I attempt to walk up to the door, my steps going every which way. When he walks in, his face immediately changes, the scent of the marijuana pungent on my clothes and in the house, the smell of alcohol fuming off my breath.

“Oh, Harry! Hello. How was work?” I say, my voice slurring with every word I speak. I lean into his chest, putting all of my weight into him, making him tumble back a couple of steps.

“Are you okay, honey? You’re having another episode, aren’t you? Let’s get you on the couch, okay?”

“No, I wanna go upstairs! Have a bit of fun, if you know what I mean.” I say, a smirk present in my face.

“Absolutely not. You legally cannot give consent if you’re under the influence, baby. Stay on the couch, okay? I’m gonna go get you a glass of water.”

“No, no water.”

“Yes, water. You need some in your system, love.” He leaves me on the couch with a kiss to my forehead to go get some water.

I sit patiently on the couch, and after deciding he was taking to long, I grab my lighter and another cigarette. After lighting it, I take a long drag and inhale the smoke for a couple of seconds before puffing it out, when Harry walks in.

“Baby, what did we talk about? No smoking inside, right? That’s for outside only, my love.” He takes the cigarette from your lips and puts it out in the ashtray next to the couch.

Suddenly, your mood changes drastically and you feel a tear slip down your cheek. Harry immediately notices and is by your side in an instant, god knows what he did with the glass of water in his hands. For all he knows, it means nothing to him right now.

“Baby love, what’s going on? You having another episode, pretty girl? You can talk to me.” He says, his voice softening at the quick change of your emotions.

“I-I was just thinking about my past. My dad. And how he used to hit me. And I was thinking about it and I just brought the thought into my head that maybe that would be you one day and my emotions got the better of me. I know you would never do that to me or anyone for that matter, but my emotions got a hold of me. I’m sorry.” Harry sits there in silence for a second, probably out of sheer shock that I would ever think he would do something even remotely close to lay a finger on someone without their verbal consent.

“Oh, baby, my love. I would never ever do such a thing to you. I know how much you despise your father and although I’ve never met him, I despise him as well. He ruined your life. No one deserves to go through that. Especially you, my angel.” He ever so softly pecks your cheek, being as gentle as possible with you, knowing you’re at your most vulnerable right now.

You fall further into his arms, seeking for a safe haven, which he was yours. He wraps his arms tightly around you, placing a few kisses on the top of your head.

“I know that smoking helps you calm down so if you want to go into the backyard and do that you can feel free, my love. I’ll even join you this time. Stressful day at work.” Harry says and your heart grows a little more for him. You really only smoke to calm your nerves, but it turned into more of an addiction now. Harry rarely ever joins you for a smoke, it’s not really his thing but when he feels anxious or stressed about something related to his career, he’ll join you.

“That would be amazing, baby. I love you.” You peck his lips and grab the box of cigarettes and lighter from the table next to the couch, grabbing his hand with your free one and leading him outside with you to the bench you have out there.

He sits down before you and you sit down, putting your legs over his. You hand him the box and he takes one out, lighting it before handing you the box and the lighter. You watch him blow the smoke out of the corner of his mouth before placing the cigarette in your mouth and lighting it.

You adjust your position, curling up against Harry’s side, him moving his arm above your head to take another puff of the cigarette.

“Thank you for always being here for me, H. It really does mean a lot to me. I love you.”

“Of course, baby. There’s no one I’d rather be with than you, lovie. I love you so much more.”

And he locks that in with a kiss to your lips.

-

Sorry for not posting since like August. School started and it’s my senior year so I’ve been super busy with college apps but I finished yesterday so I should be posting more. Love you guys so much!!!!

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[haileybeehappy]

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[jayssuz]

Hey people!

I don’t know how this works.. it’s my first time posting on here but im hoping I can learn a little to post a few one shots/blurbs.

I feel like I need to introduce myself? Hi Im Jay, Im a mother of two cats and I really like Harry Styles (along with many other people but we won’t get into it) Im hoping to post fan-fiction on here (specifically Harry Styles but also a lot more people, ex: One Direction, 5 Seconds of Summer, Spencer Reid, Marvel and whoever my little heart desires and catches feelings for)

Im always open for suggestions and for a conversation<3

I don’t know what more to say so I guess I’ll end it here?

#harry styles #niall horan #louis tomlinson #zayn malik #liam payne #one direction #michael clifford #calum hood #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #5 second of summer #sub harry styles #dom harry styles #marvel

[new-new-angel]

Niall Horan fic recs! (18+)

black & white- 1.4k word count

"that first night we were standing at your door Fumbling for your keys, then I kissed you Ask me if I want to come inside ‘Cause we didn’t want to end the night" Based off "Black And White"

warnings- slight nsfw

@nixll

The New Neighbor- 2.8k word count

You just moved into a new apartment. You become fast friends with your neighbors across the hall, but one day, things take a different turn

warnings- smut, dom niall😏, daddy kink, spanking, unprotected sex, slight degradation

@justice4canyonmoon

period seggs- 2.1k word count

(request) so period sex with niall. idk if it’s just my slight blood kink but i’m always kinda disappointed when writers make period sex happen in the shower so it’s cleaner. i can picture reader getting him really worked up because she’s horny as fuuuuck. lots of teasing and touching and he’s going absolutely insane and it brings out niall’s dom side. at this point he just really doesn’t give a shit about the blood or the mess, he just wants her completely undone.

warnings- smut, period sex, very very light choking, blood and mention of blood

@horansqueen

drunk fuck- 2.4k word count

(request) I’m curious to see Niall be desperately in love with the main character for years but he can’t do anything about it until one day they both get tipsy and she decides to take off her clothes for him and he fucks her hard and deep and he orgasms can be heard from the floors above and below

warnings- smut!

@horansqueen

mirrors- 3.9k word count

coffee shop au based off of "mirrors"

warnings- self-deprecation (mention of insecurities)

@makeupinthedrawer

C’mon Babyyy- 1.2k word count

oneshot based off of nialls instagram stories

warnings- smuttt

@swiftmendeshoran

#niall james horan #niall horan fic #solo niall #niall horan smut #niall horan fanfiction #niall x reader #nialler #niall horan #niall horan imagine #niall horan fic rec #niall pics #boyfriend niall

[coffeebabes]

Slippin' under

****While out with Harry's friends, Y/n starts to slip into subspace more and more****

***Mentions of sex, safe words, social anxiety, subspace, daddykink, dom!Harry, mentions of a dom and little relationship***

**Harry and younger reader**

*This is a series that I'm starting, in this series reader is Niall Horan's younger sister*

Tonight Harry and I are going out with Jeff, Gleanne, Mitch and Sara. Jeff said a couples night was in order. I just didn't wanna go tonight. All day I've been slippin under. Harry had some things to do today. An interview with a magazine and was going out to catch up with Niall and Louis since they are in town. Last night Harry and I didn't have that much time for aftercare, the one thing Harry thinks is the most important things to do after we have sex. I just want Harry to come home and change his mind and say we aren't going. That's why I'm not getting dressed.

It sometimes gets akward since I'm younger. Harry and I have a 10 year age gap. Which isn't werid since we've know each other forever, well forever in my eyes. I was 6 when we meet and he was 16. And Niall being Niall takes all the credit for "getting us together". I sometimes think I don't fit in when we go out with friends, mainly Harry's because I'm way younger than everyone. But everyone supports it and we never had the akward meet the parents thing since our families knew each other.

"Y/n, babydoll I'm home!" Harry shouts as he walks through the door. He walks upstairs to their room. Usually she greets him. "Baby, where ya go?" Harry walked into their room to see her sitting on their bed. "Why are ya not dressed baby?" Harry questioned. "Don't wanna go. Please daddy? Stay home?" Y/n asked. "Honey, we made plans. It isn't nice to cancel. Okay sweet girl?" Harry told her. All he needs is for her to okay him. So he can get in the shower and change. "No daddy. Don't wanna go. Not gonna go!" She challenged him. "If your a good girl for daddy, we can have fun tonight. Get a sweet treat at the restaurant." He tried. "No! Daddy!" She screamed. "That's it, when I come out, ya better be in clothes for dinner or else your not gonna like the outcome!" And with that Harry walked off into the bathroom to shower. Y/n saw that her daddy was gonna be more mad at her. So she put on a baby doll dress, it was lavender.

Harry walked out of the bathroom and into the closet and grabbed a pair of cream trousers and matching cream boots. He walked into the bedroom and saw Y/n sitting in her lavender dress. "Daddy?" "Yeah honey?" "Tummy hurts. Head hurts." Y/n whined. She was really slipping into full little space. "Nothing hurts baby. You just don't wanna go so stop with the excuses." Harry said. "Now I'm gonna put on my lavender button up, you like it when we match, huh?" Harry said.

"Harry! Y/n!" Jeff spoke with excitement. Harry walked around with his girls hand in his. "Hey Jeff." Harry replied shaking his hand, doing the same with Mitch. And giving Sara and Gleanne kisses to the cheek. "Hi Y/n, how are love?" Sara asked, looking over at the girl with glazed over eyes. She knows that the relationship she and Harry have isn't normal. Sure they love each and do normal couple things, but she naturally acts like a baby, a little innocent baby. She knows that they have a dom and little relationship. She knows it, even though the couple hasn't told her. Y/n stares blankly at Sara. She didn't even realize she was asked a question. "Y/n, Sara asked how you are. Answer her." Harry whispered into her ear. "I'm okay. How are you?" Y/n responded quietly. "Good love. Thank you"

As the couples sat down, the waiter came over to take their drink orders. "Wine, for everyone. Everyone but this one. She will have a sprite." Harry told the waiter. He nodded his head and walked away. "Y/n what do you want to eat?" Harry asked. She shrugged her shoulders. She really isn't all that hungry. "I'm not gonna ask again, what do you want?" He spoke into her ear. "I'm not hungry. I wanna go home daddy. My head hurts. My tummy hurts too daddy. We go home. Wanna go home. Please daddy." She pleated with him.

Harry looked over her face and her body. "Are you under baby? In little space?" Harry asked. If she was and she felt like a little right now, he's gonna feel bad for talking harshly to her. "Daddy, under. Tummy hurts. Head hurts. Wanna be a good girl for daddy. Wanna be a good baby for daddy." She spoke. "I'm sorry baby. Your my good girl. Do you want to go home? Your tummy hurts?" He knew what that meant, she was gonna be so out of it, to the point where she forgets things, like going to the bathroom, before she gets so caught up in her head. "No daddy. Wanna make ya happy, you want to be with your friends." Y/n said. "Hey, hey calm down. Do you wanna go sit in the car for a moment? Huh? So we can be alone baby. Do you need a diaper? Are you under that much?" Harry asked. He just wants her happy, calm, and relaxed. "Yes daddy. Head hurts." When she said head hurts, it meant she won't be able to control her head. "Okay baby, we will go to the car, and daddy will put one on. Okay?" "Okay daddy." She replied. "Y/n and I will be right back. Gotta get something out of my car." Jeff and Mitch were the only ones that heard and just nodded their heads.

"Okay baby, get into the back seat. Daddy is gonna get your bag lovie." Harry told her when they got to the car. She did what was asked. She laid down, back across the seat, with her knees bent up so Harry could deal with her. "Hi lovie. Oh good girl. Making it easy for daddy huh? Must be under more than I thought?" Harry spoke quietly to her. "Daddy diaper please?" Y/n aksed quietly. "Do you wanna a paci baby? Do ya have to go potty baby?" Harry asked. He already knew she did. He would put a diaper on her and press his hand against her tummy so she could pee and then change her, so she would relax more. "Yes daddy. Paci please?" Y/n asked. Even in complete little space she would tell Harry that she had to pee and would use her manners. "Here baby. Paci in now. I'm gonna put your diaper on and then ya can go pee. And daddy will change you. Okay?" Harry spoke as he stuck a paci in her mouth. Even when she was in little space, he would always ask for her consent. Y/n nodded her head and started sucking on her paci. Harry went ahead to push her dress up and pull her panties off. He then slipped a diaper under her bum and tapped the side up. "Daddy is gonna push on your bladder okay?" She just nodded. Harry pressed his hand against her lower stomach. Once she finished he wiped her up and changed her.

"Paci has to come out now baby." Harry said as he took out her paci. Harry got them ready to back inside. "Snacks daddy? Hungry." Y/n spoke. "Are ya hungry babygirl? Since we didn't order you anything, take your puffs and daddy will share his dinner with you baby." Harry replied helping her out of the car.

"What took so long mate?" Mitch asked when the couple came back into the private room in the restaurant. "Oh um just had to take care of something. Personal." Harry spoke back. "Oh so you two went and fucked in the back seat?" Jeff said with a smirk. "Um nope. We didn't." Harry said sounding frustrated. "Daddy tell them." Y/n said into his ear. "They can know daddy. Little me and big me think it's okay." Y/n told Harry. Sara heard everything. She knew that she was right. "You two have a dom and sub and a daddy and little relationship don't ya?" Sara asked. "Cause I've seen the signs. Right now Y/n is under. She called ya daddy. You aksed her before if she was slippin and needed a diaper. It's okay if you are. I love ya just the same if she is a little. I know most grow out of it, when they reach and achieve what they didn't have as a child." Sara said. "Yes, Sara you are right. That is how our relationship is." Harry answered her.

All of them said they were fine with it. So Harry sat her down back in her chair, gave her puffs to munch on while everyone else ate their dinner. "Daddy paci please?" Y/n asked out loud, not at all embarrassed about everyone knowing why. "Yes you can have your paci baby. Do you want water baby? Daddy has a sippy with him." Harry asked her. "Yes daddy. Water please. I have a baba when we home?" She asked. "Yeah baby. At home." Harry spoke as he went over and got her sippy cup out to give her. Y/n happily drank her water. Once she was done she started to get tired so Harry picked her up and sat her on his lap, he then slipped her paci in.

Harry and Y/n went home happy as could be knowing no one cared about how they were. Harry pulled into the drive, carried his baby into the house and changed her diaper and clothes. He stripped to his underwear himself. Snuck downstairs to grab a bottle of almond milk. When he came upstairs, he let Y/n suck on her baba and watched her go to sleep. He snuggled up with her. "I love you babygirl." "I love ya too daddy."

#harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x reader #harry fanfic #harry styles imagines #boyfriend harry #harry styles x y/n #harry one shot #dom!harry #harry blurb #harry styles #harry styles x little reader

[itsmotivatingcara]

a heaven of hell

by Itsmotivatingcara

“I will not have you without the darkness that hides within you. I will not let you have me without the madness that makes me. If our demons cannot dance, neither can we.” – Nikita Gill.

Harry has spent years training to become a guardian. He gets drafted to join the program in Nova where he plans to build his new life. During his probationary period, he's selected to guard none other than the Council head of Skara, Louis Tomlinson.

After surviving a demon attack on his very first night in Terrabith, he's forced to work alongside his new charge to uncover the truth behind exactly what happened that night, and why.

Suspicions run high among the Council, and they all lead back to Louis.

But is the Darkling responsible for the deaths that have cropped up over the past two decades? Or is it simply a rogue demon that's found its way through the Divide...

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a fantasy au

Chapters: 18/18. Words: 108k

Fandom: One Direction (band)

Relationship: Harry Styles/ Louis Tomlinson

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, Liam Payne

Rating: Explicit/ Mature

TW: blood & gore

Additional Tags:

Fantasy AUNew Worldworld buildingMap - FreeformCreaturesharry is an incubuslouis is a darklingzayn is a demonniall is a shifterLiam is a wolfnew world politicsGuardians - Freeformcouncil headsDemonsBlood and InjuryBlood and GoreViolenceDubious ConsentMildly Dubious Consenttread lightly with those two tags but it makes sense given harry's speciesso many tags to think upuhhhnew world explorationInvestigationMermaidsFaeries - FreeformSpritesWyvernsjust a bunch of creatures reallyDesignationsspecies politicsguess smut tags are nextEventual Smutslow burn-ish but i don't actually know it's complicatedHate to LoveEnemies to LoversForced ProximityRimmingAnal SexAnal FingeringScent KinkFrottageminor harry/original characterminor louis/ original characterHate SexTender SexBlow JobsHand JobsLight Dom/subAngsta lot of angst because its meAngst with a Happy EndingHurt/ComfortMinor Character Deathdemon attackharry wears leather - i thought that was important to mentionMentions of Sexual Assaultverse - they share (shock horror lol)they are so so morally greyevery single one of themit's fantastic

[ameliora-j]

Could you write smut with sub!niall? I would love it if Niall calls y/n “baby” all the time !! 🤗

𐐪��� twisted tuesday is back! send in ur requests :>

content: sub!niall, dom!reader, this is more soft and fluffy than dark tbh, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MDNI

niall trudges into the house from work, dark bags under his eyes due to the lack of sleep from the tireless hours of working. “baby,” he called, tone full of dejection as he walked into the door.

“hi, handsome prince” you smile from the kitchen where you’re making his favorite chicken. “dinner’s almost done my love, if you wanna go shower up and get changed” you say lovingly.

he nods, knuckling his eyes as a permanent pouch etches his lips. “can we cuddle after dinner tonight?” he murmurs softly and you nod.

when niall comes back, you already have his plate and his drink ready. he sits in his usual seat and you walk over to him, setting the plate and cup in front of him. “here, my love” you whisper, kissing his cheek gently. you lay the love on thick, cus you can tell he’s had a rough day.

you sit beside him, beginning to eat quietly. dinner is silent, and that worries you a bit because niall usually loves to talk about his day. the second his plate is finished, he’s trying to practically crawl into your skin. “hold on, my love. i’m almost done, okay?” you whisper. “why don’t you go lay in bed for me, hmm?” you smile lovingly.

he nods, kissing your head gently before going up the stairs. you finish dinner and rinse the plates before putting them in the dishwasher. once you get up the stairs, you see niall laying on the bed. you smile at him, walking over and straddling his thighs. “do you want to talk about it?” you whisper, scratching your nails over his scalp gently.

niall whines, shaking his head. “no please” he sniffles. “make me forget it all please” he whimpers cutely.

“oh my sweet prince” you frown softly, kissing him gently. he whines against your lips, bucking his hips up towards you as he grips your hip. “what do you need from me baby? how do you wanna forget?” you whisper, pushing his hair back.

“mouth please” he whines, causing you to nod. you hum softly, kissing across his chest and down his tummy. you nip and bite in some places, leaving your mark on him as he whimpers and squirms.

“baby, you need to stay still” you whisper softly. “i’ll take care of you, but only if you’re still, okay?” he nods rapidly, begging you not to deny his pleasure.

you pull his boxers off, smiling as you see his hard red cock, already leaking precum. “oh baby” you pout. “you’re so needy” you whisper, mouthing at his balls. he lets out the loudest whine imaginable, gripping the sheets tightly.

“please…” he begs softly. “not gonna last long…” he whimpers softly. you chuckle softly in response, humming as you engulf his cock in your mouth. he holds your hair, pushing you down a bit as you begin bobbing your head quickly.

he gasps softly, whining as he bucks up into your mouth. “baby… fuck” he moans, his head falling back as he tucks your hair lightly. “need to cum please make me” he whines.

you hum once more around him, forcing his cock all the way down your throat. you swallow a few times as you gag over his extensive length, reaching up and playing with his balls. niall lets out the longest and loudest moan imaginable, holding you down on his cock as he begins to babble out gratitudes and sing praises to your name.

you hum softly, bobbing your head a few more times, assuring his cock was clean as you swallowed around him. “good boy” you whisper softly, smoothing his hair back as you kiss his head.

#nsfw.nani #sub!niall #dom!reader #niall horan #twisted tuesday!

[narrycherries]

🌼like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do🌼 part 3 (dadrry)

You and Harry finally get answers about what’s going on with the baby..

masterlist

word count: 4.3k

warnings/tags: Harry x reader, dadrry, fluff

Harry has been a nervous wreck ever since the baby had her fussing spell at the studio. He was so worried about her that it was making his stomach ache constantly. She continued to be so clingy and needy after they left that he had to sit in the backseat next to her, holding her little hand to keep her from crying. She only parted ways with him to be nursed. She seemed fine with that, and wasn’t trying to oppose you at all.

And now Harry’s trying to take breaths to calm himself down, the baby in his arms as he walked back into your bedroom. It was a little after four in the morning and she had began to cry. He gave her a bottle, figuring that was what the issue was, but he panicked when she continued to be whiny once the bottle was empty. That’s why he’s climbing in the bed with her now, laying her down on the mattress. You were still asleep, and he didn’t intend on waking you.

Neither of you were comfortable with her sleeping in the bed with you all night just yet, she was still too little. But Harry was planning to stay awake and literally watch her go back to sleep. He felt that keeping an eye on her was more important than sleeping. He had to make sure she wasn’t feeling any pain or looked uncomfortable in any way. He wished she could just tell him what’s going on.

He laid awake the rest of the night and into the morning. He distracted himself with a mindless game on his phone in hopes of staying awake. It worked, because when you groaned and opened your eyes at nine o’clock, you were met with the sight of the baby sitting against his chest, her fingers curiously hitting his phone screen. You stretched your limbs before turning onto your side to face them, your hand touching the side of her leg.

“Good morning, sunshine.” You said with a smile as she looked up at you, dropping the phone and leaning forward to crawl to you. It was a very short distance, but it made your heart melt. “Did you wake Dada up?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “She woke up at three thirty.. went back down at 4.. but I’ve been up since then.”

You furrowed your brows. “Babe, why? Do you feel okay?”

“M’so anxious.. she wouldn’t let me put her in the crib earlier.. wouldn’t let me leave her at all.”

You sighed gently while she grabbed onto the thin strap of your shirt, her pretty eyes on yours.

“Sweet girl, what’s gotten into you, hm?” You ask with a slightly frown. “Dada’s not gonna disappear, baby.”

“Ma ma ma.” She reached for your lip, and you didn’t stop her from grabbing it.

“Baby girl, don’t hurt Mama’s mouth, yeah? Dada’s gotta trim your nails.” Harry pulled her hand down, which got her attention.

She babbled to him, then decided to turn back towards him. He closed his eyes for a moment to compose his nerves. The baby gladly got comfortable against him, her back leaned on his abdomen and her hands messing with his fingers.

“I feel like m’not doing something right.”

You gulped softly, scooting over to be closer to them. “She’s just being a bit clingy, darling. Nothing’s wrong.”

“What if something is, though?”

Even though it was not the easiest thing to deal with, you completely understood Harry’s worry. Your baby was acting different than normal, and that alone is very concerning . Despite not noticing any obvious medical signs, you proposed an option.

“We can take her to the doctor today and get her checked out if you want to, but, baby, I think she’s just anxious to be away from you.”

His lips dropped as the baby turned her head to look at him, a smile on her precious face. He licked his lips and gently touched the side of her head, her soft hair that curled very subtly on the edges made his skin tickle.

“Princess, m’so scared for you, doll.” He grabbed her to bring her closer to his face. He fell onto his back, sitting her on his stomach after kissing her cheek. “Is your tummy hurting? Hm?”

You watched with a sinking heart as he gently rubbed his thumb over her belly while his hands held her in place.

“Dada wishes you could tell us, baby girl.”

“Don’t be scared, okay?” You grabbed his hand, giving it a hard squeeze. “She isn’t bloated or having any bad reactions.”

He shook his head. “Please.. can we take her to the ER?”

“I guess so. Did she have a bottle when she woke up?“ you asked while sitting up, the covers falling to your lap.

“Yeah a bottle and some Cheerios.”

He copied your actions and got off the bed with the baby in his arms, a protective hand against her back as he followed you to the bathroom. The baby started to whine as you disappeared. Harry caught up with you, a worried frown on his face.

“Now she’s doing it with you.”

You took a deep breath while sitting down on the toilet. Harry leaned against the doorframe, the baby reaching out for you.

“Give Mama a few seconds, baby. She isn’t going anywhere.”

“Can you get her dressed?”

“What if she freaks out when you’re out of her sight?”

You finished your business and got up to wash your hands. Harry moved closer to you as you rubbed your hands together under the water. The baby was grunting, her small hand on your shoulder as Harry watched your reflection.

“Hey, sugar plum.” You turned to face her, but didn’t take her from him. “Stay with Dada, okay? You gotta get dressed.”

“Darling, please don’t leave her.” Harry whined, sounding just as anxious as the baby.

“Harry, just put her clothes on, please.”

He didn’t want to argue with you, so when you walked past them to get your own clothes out and handle a few other things, Harry pressed a kiss to the baby’s cheek and headed towards her nursery.

His mind was scattered around - worrying thoughts and feared possibilities were fighting for his attention. What if something was wrong with her that they couldn’t see on the outside? Was it some sort of internal problem? The thought of his daughter experiencing pain that he couldn’t see or notice was frightening. He never wanted her to feel bad at all, let alone be unable to tell him. His hands were shaking as he grabbed a onesie and began dressing her after checking her diaper.

“M’so sorry you’re feeling bad, my girl. I hate this so much.” He told her as he pulled the fabric over her head and gently brought her arms through the holes. “God, I hope it’s just you being a bit clingy, baby, and nothing bad.”

Her eyes were locked on his face as he talked. For now, she was content.

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There was a trace of guilt in Harry’s gut as you sat in the emergency room waiting area. He thought about the chance he’d be taking a spot from someone who actually needed it. But then again, what if his baby did need it? He couldn’t stop thinking about what could be wrong. He was holding the baby in his lap while your arm was around his neck, trying to keep him relaxed.

“Hope we brought enough Cheerios.” You said with a small laugh as the baby dug her hand into the container to grab a few pieces.

“I packed an extra bag.” He mumbled, his eyes glued to her face as she ate.

“Are you feeling okay?” You asked while bringing your hand to his chest, giving him slow circular rubs. “Your heart is racing.”

“Just nervous, baby.” He couldn’t stop the corner of his mouth from lifting as the baby turned her head to look at him, that specific name always got her attention. “Hope nothings wrong.”

“Everything will be okay.” You reminded him with a kiss to his cheek. “We’ve jsut got to stay grounded, yeah? If something is wrong.. we have to be brave.. can’t freak out, okay?”

He nodded. “I know, I know.”

“You picked out a cute outfit, Dada.” You said in a cheerful voice, the baby looking at him with a grin. She was wearing a yellow onesie with a white ruffled skirt. “Pretty girl.”

“Honey, M’scared.” Harry mumbled to you.

“Don’t be, Harry. It’s okay.” It hurt you to hear him say that so fearfully, but there was nothing more you could do aside from waiting for the doctor to check her out. “She seems like a happy little bug right now, hm?”

He chuckled as the baby shoved Cheerios in to her mouth, drool slipping down her face as she tried to eat her hand. “Making a mess, sugar plum.” He said to her as she stuck her wet hand back into the container, Cheerios sticking to her hand. “Still cute as a button, though, yeah?”

The door suddenly opened across the room, making Harry perk up. He secured the baby on his lap, waiting for her name to be called. You sat your hand on his thigh, hoping to give him some comfort in this very stressful situation.

“Mathews.” The lady called out, making Harry huff and fall against the back of the chair.

“Fuck.”

“Shh, don’t say that.” You nudged his side, even though he mumbled the word you didn’t like for people, including you two, to swear around the baby.

“Sorry, m’just.. I know she looks fine but.. that doesn’t mean she’s not important.”

You were not surprised anymore at his behavior. You shook your head and gently rolled your eyes, deciding to gather up the baby’s things in case you are called next.

“You’ve got to get your nerves together, babe. Relax.”

“I can’t.” He muttered back, feeling like you were going to mock him if he kept on. “There something’s wrong with our baby.”

You squeezed his knee. “And they’ll take care of her.”

He huffed again. “I know, darling.”

“Ma ma ma.” The baby started to get fussy, which only made Harry worry even more. She reached for you, l most knocking the Cheerios to the ground but Harry grabbed them. “Ma ma!” She was getting louder.

“Come here, baby girl.” You said calmly, for Harry’s sake mostly, and took her from his lap.

She was whining, but not crying so you were thankful for that. Harry watched her closely as she laid her head on your shoulder, her eyes looking at him curiously. He gave her a smile and softly rubbed her cheek with his thumb.

“Dada’s so sorry, my love. I just want you to be better.”

You weren’t sure why she suddenly wanted you, but it didn’t seem out of the ordinary. She was your child, of course she’d need you every now and then. Harry, of course, was letting this go straight to his worried mind.

“She’s okay, Daddy.. probably just a little sleepy.”

“Probably..” He sighed out, wishing he could just fix everything right now. “That’s not.. an answer.”

In order to prevent any more drama or chaos with him, you chose not to reply. He knew you were there for him, emotionally and physically. Everything was going to be okay. Deep down, he knew that, and you knew that. It was hard to keep a clear mind, and fighting or going back and forth about it isn’t going to help.

Five minutes of silence passed by. The baby was cuddled up against you, her eyes struggling to stay open. Harry was letting her hold onto his index finger, giving her up a little shake every couple moments to keep her alert. He didn’t want her to fall asleep just yet. Finally, after what felt like a century for Harry, the doors opened and a lady in pink scrubs leaned against the frame.

“Styles.”

Harry jumped up, grabbing the baby’s bag from the floor. You sighed to yourself as you stood, too, keeping the baby against your shoulder as you started to walk. Harry kept his hand on the small of your back, guiding you to the door. He was so antsy and nervous, fear had taken over his body completely.

“Hi, there, sweetheart.” The nurse said as the baby leaned up, her eyes curiously looking at the woman. “We’re going to get you feeling all better.”

Harry gulped at that, what if they couldn’t? The nurse gestured for you to step into a room after a few moments of walking. Harry was the last to enter, allowing the nurse to go ahead of him. He was extremely afraid of what was going to happen. You were about to sit down in one of the chairs when the woman spoke.

“Do you minding sitting on the chair here?”

“Oh, yeah.” You said with a smile as you used the metal step on the side to help you up.

“S’okay, baby girl.” Harry rushed to your side, the baby was whining a little.

“She’s okay, Harry.” You mumbled back as you got situated, opting to sit her on your lap.

The nurse gave you a smile, even she noticed Harry was being a bit dramatic. “Now, we just got another ER doctor in.. so things should be moving quicker. I’ll do some vitals on her real quick, make sure there’s nothing too extreme we need to worry about.”

“Okay, she’s normally content with these things.” You said as the lady grabbed a small sleeve to check the baby’s blood pressure. “So, i apologize if she gets fussy.”

She shook her head at you. “No worries, honey. If she does get a bit fussy that might help us out.”

Harry was sitting in one of the normal chairs now, his hands clamped together as he stared at the baby, watching her every little move. He felt like he was about to throw up.

The nurse didn’t take very long doing the vital checks. The moment she mentioned the possibility of having to do urine and blood tests, to get a better idea of what was going on internally, Harry started to panic and cry. There was nothing you could do about that, though. He was trying so hard to get his mind together, but the thought of his baby being so sick that she needed blood drawn was heart wrenching to him. It was just a suggestion that could be made, there was no set in stone decision yet. He was unable to realize that.

Once the nurse was gone, you were able to move to the chair next to him, the baby in your lap as one arm was around his shoulders. He was slumped against you, one hand covering his face and the other pressing against the baby’s stomach, making sure she was secured. He just cried for a few minutes, everything was crashing down at once and it was overwhelming.

Eventually, the doctor came to the room and took a look at the baby. He listened to your explanation of what was going on, and decided it would be best to try a few experiments.

“Alright.. so, I’m leaning towards nothing being wrong internally.” He said as he gently pushed against the baby’s stomach. She gave him a weird look and furrowed her brows, which made you smile. She had the cutest reactions. “She’s reacting to me how she should.. either she shouldn’t care or she’s like hey, who’s this guy touching me?”

You laughed quietly at his words, watching closely as the baby began to lose interest in the doctor. He pushed harder, and she was just looking around, not reacting in any bad ways. He nodded to himself and moved to her side, still pressing down to try to detect any internal pain. Nothing was happening that was out of the ordinary.

“Now, we can’t just feel the head or the brain to check. So, if you want us to do a scan on her head, we can definitely do that. But.. I think it’s just going to be some normal anxiety issues.”

You glanced over at Harry as he said that - it was the same thing you had told him several times already.

“That’s what I was assuming.” You sighed gently.

“Based on what’ve you said about how she reacts when you leave or.. her struggle to stay asleep.. I think that’s going to be our answer.”

“I want a scan done, please.” Harry said suddenly, making everyone look over at him.

The doctor rotated his stool slightly to get a better angle. “If that’s a desire you two have, we will have no issue going through with that.” The doctor said. “But first I’d like to do a few things.”

The doctor rolled the stool back, creating some distance from you. He wrote a few things down on his clipboard before sitting it aside and looking back at you.

“Alright, how about we do this. Mom, give her over to Dad and step out of the room for me. We’ll keep the door open for now. Just stand facing away from us.”

You swallowed, but nodded. There was nothing you weren’t willing to do for your baby. You got off the chair and passed her to Harry, kissing her temple softly before letting her go. You didn’t say anything to her, just walked to the door and opened it. You weren’t aware, but the baby turned her head towards you and frowned, her hand reaching out for you. It made Harry’s heart hurt - this was like torture for the baby. You were standing where half of your body was visible.

“Alright, Mom.. now go a little down the hall and I’ll shut the door.” The doctor said as he stood up and grabbed the handle.

You disappeared from the doorway and the door shut. The baby began to whine, hitting her hand against Harry’s shoulder. She was glancing around the room, trying to find you. It was making Harry’s stomach ache as he watched her - confused and unsure. He looked at the doctor, who was just watching the baby closely.

“Alright.” He stood up and opened the door, gesturing for you to come back.

The moment you did, the baby’s eyes lit up and she grinned, reaching for you. You weren’t sure if you could take her just yet, so you gave her a smile and sat down by Harry.

“Now, Dad’s turn.”

Harry gulped as looked over at you. It was all so surreal for him. Why would someone want to torture his baby this way? It was cruel, and it was a waste of time. Of course, it actually wasn’t cruel at all. Harry tended to be more dramatic when it came to the baby. She didn’t give Harry a second of her attention as he passed her to you. You sat her in your lap and let her get comfortable as Harry stood up.

At first, she didn’t realize he had even moved from beside her because she was occupied with playing with your thumb on her belly. But the second she heard the door creak open and shut, she lifted her head and looked next to her, expecting to see her father’s lap or maybe even his eyes looking at her. But there was nothing.

“Ma ma ma!” She whined out, twisting around towards you.

You didn’t say anything, just watched as she reacted to him missing. She struggled to stand up on your thighs, so you helped her up and held on to her tight. The doctor let it go on for about thirty seconds, then called for Harry to come back in.

Everything went back to normal the moment Harry sat down next to you. The baby didn’t even want him, she just needed him to be close by.

“So, when does she normally get like this? When you’re in public or around other people in a smaller room?” The doctor said as he crossed his arms, his gaze fixed on the baby.

“Constantly.” Harry said, it surprised you that he actually decided to do the talking. “If I leave the room for a second, she’ll get fussy. If the two of us aren’t sitting or laying with her constantly she.. she gets upset.”

“Has this been going on a while?”

You shook your head. “Not to this extent. It started getting bad yesterday and we just.. didn’t want to wait in case it was something else.”

The baby babbled to herself as she reached for Harry’s arm. He offered to take her and she practically jumped into his hands, making him chuckle and snuggle her close.

“I’m going to safely say that there is nothing medically, internally, or dangerously wrong with your baby.” The doctor sighed, but offered you a kind smile. “She’s at the age where she’s developed a very secure attachment to her parents and.. anxiety is quite common. She may have days where it’s not as bad, and some when it’s worse. But, she’ll be okay.”

“There’s.. nothing we can do?” Harry asked with furrowed brows and a frown.

“There are pediatric medications.. but I wouldn’t suggest jumping straight onto those. Maybe give this a few weeks, months even, and if things don’t improve in any way.. see your pediatrician for further treatment.”

You took a deep breath. “And the tests? Everything was fine?”

“Yes, from the results we have already, everything is fine. We can still do a brain scan or the blood test if you’re wanting to. No harm in doing that.”

You felt a weight lift off your shoulders. Not only is your baby okay, but Harry will be okay. He’s been so hyped up over this that you had worried he was going to lose his mind. The two of them are your favorite people in the world, and they’re finally both okay. You turned your head towards Harry, biting your tongue as you watched the baby gently pat her hand against Harry’s cheek. He gave her a grin, then smushed a kiss to her cheek, making her squeal. She was happy.

“We don’t need a scan. Thank you so much for everything.”

Harry didn’t say anything, mainly because he knew you were level headed and had this under control. He heard the doctor say nothing was wrong that could be dangerous, and that’s all he really needed to hear.

-

Harry was exhausted by the time you returned home. He had hardly slept any, and it was catching up to him. You suggested a nap after a quick lunch, which he didn’t turn out. After helping you clean up, he took the baby upstairs to change her out of her now food stained clothes, her baby food landed more on her body than in her mouth. Eventually, you made it to the bedroom where you found them under the covers, Harry’s arm around the baby as she laid on her side, curled into his chest.

“You were right, by the way.. You always know everything.” Harry said through a sigh as you pulled the covers back to slip underneath them.

You smiled, but just shook your head at him. He reached over to drape his arm over your side as you got comfortable next to the baby, not too close though - you didn’t want to smother her.

“Did you give her a bath?” You asked in a whisper as the smell of her lotion quickly took over your nose.

“No, I felt like I was rubbing her skin off when I was cleaning her up.. so I put some lotion on her.”

“You’re the best daddy in the world, y’know?” You sat your hand over his elbow, thumb rubbing his skin in a slow, circular motion. Sometimes he needed the simple things like that.

He huffed. “I freaked out.. like a psycho. I.. I should’ve known it was just..” He stopped himself, gulping gently as his eyes moved down to the sleeping baby next to him.

“You were worried, baby. So was I. There’s nothing wrong with being worried or afraid.” You reminded him, hoping that would ease his nerves - but you knew him too well.

“I lost all the common sense I had, babe. I.. it was like I was freakin’ crazy.”

Dealing with him could ware you out sometimes. Ever since the day you found out you were pregnant, he’s been struggling with anxiety and worry. He doesn’t ever want anything to happen to you or the baby, and it’s a constant thought that refuses to leave his mind.

“You were just worried about our little baby, Harry. Don’t beat yourself over this. You’re the best daddy ever.”

He let the tension go in his shoulders, but he never looked away from her. “I dunno what I’d do if anything ever happened to her.. m’so glad she’s okay.”

“I love you, okay?” You pinched his skin to get his attention.

His eyes shifted to meet yours, a soft smile came to his lips. “I know. I love you more.”

“Look at her, all warm and cozy, hm?” You laughed slightly, admiring the way she was laying.

Her legs were pulled up to her stomach, and both hands were tucked between her body and Harry’s. She was comfortable and content, to say the least. He smiled as he glanced at her, so glad that he was holding her in your bed and not in a hospital bed.

“Our little love bug.” He whispered softly, not wanting to disturb her.

“Take a nap, okay? You need it just as much as she does.”

(a/n: this is the final “part” of this concept (the baby being “sick”), but.. I am definitely willing to write more for this pairing! Should I reveal baby styles’s name in the next update?)

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i’ll drive and you just lay back by @alwaysxlarrie / alwaysxlarrie

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Minor Niall Horan/Shawn Mendes | 10k | Explicit

“It's been two months since Louis took care of Harry and gave her the best sex of her life. Now, Harry wants to return the favor. If Louis takes control and doms Harry into doing it along the way? That just means more fun for them, really.”

The sequel to gimme everything you got :)

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you are the best (thing I've ever tasted)

by journeytothepast

"What would you say if I told you I want you to use your alpha voice on me?"

Louis turns to look at him, his expression shocked.

"What?" he asks, staring at Harry warily.

"I mean. Like. In the bedroom. When I'm on my knees and you're telling me what to do."

 or Friends with Benefits (kind of) to Lovers AU, where Harry and Louis are good friends who share their heats and roots. Featuring sexual tension, jealousy and miscommunication.

Words: 8024, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Louis Tomlinson, Omega Harry Styles, Top Louis Tomlinson, Bottom Harry Styles, Porn With Plot, Friends With Benefits, Friends to Lovers, Jealousy, Miscommunication, Smut, Scenting, alpha voice, Light Dom/sub, Mutual Pining, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Anal Sex, Barebacking, Belly Bulge, Edging, Dirty Talk, Omega Space, ( STDs are nonexistent in this universe)

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[harrrystyles-writing]

𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫✨

Capítulo 4  "𝗗𝗲𝗶𝘅𝗲-𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝗺𝗮 𝘃𝗲𝘇"

Leia a parte 1,2,3 antes de começar a leitura.

Sinopse:Você e Harry tem uma noite quente, mas isso não parece ser o suficiente quando se tem muito ainda á explorar. Incluir alguém em uma de suas noites de sacanagem não parece uma má ideia.

Categoria: Marido!harry, Amigo!Niall, trio, ménage, dom!harry, sub!Niall e sub!sn.

Avisos: sexo explícito, muita obscenidade mesmo, sexo oral, sexo vaginal, sexo anal, sexo à três, beijo gay e muita conversa suja.|Se não gosta deste tipo de conteúdo por favor não leia.

NotaAutora: Chegamos ao último capítulo! Preparei ele com muito carinho para vocês, obg por todo apoio de vcs e da @umadirectioner e ideas da @camizzzzzzz-1dforever. Esta a segunda vez que escrevo um trio, então peço perdão caso não tenha saído tão bom, além de ser a primeira vez escrevendo sobre sexo anal, espero que gostem.♥️

Masterlist

Sua noite com Niall foi adorável e estava grata por ainda não ter acabado, agora viria a melhor parte, você estava ansiosa e com medo do que seu marido iria achar do senhor Horan ter mudado todo o plano, mas, no fundo, houve uma pontinha de excitação por querer saber o que ele faria com vocês. A sua mão estava entrelaçada a de Niall desde que saíram do bar, mas assim que a porta de sua casa foi aberta e você viu seu marido com apenas uma calça moletom cinza vendo televisão no sofá, você soltou-se do homem ao seu lado e correu para o colo do homem que amava.

"Oi querida." Ele diz sorrindo pela forma que você pulou nele.

"Estava com tanta saudade." Diz manhosa.

"Eu também." Ele lhe beijou calorosamente por alguns minutos "Chegou cedo, o que houve?"

"Nada." Seu olhar culpado entregava tudo.

"Eu te conheço." Harry ergueu seu queixo com o indicador. "Não gostou do lugar que preparei para você?"

"Hmmm, nós não fomos." A voz aguda e olhos de cachorrinho que deu a ele o deixou ainda mais bravo.

"Como assim não foram?" Harry tinha seus olhos fuzilando o irlandês que estava de pé em sua sala. "Niall pode me explicar isso?"

"Teve uma pequena mudança de planos." Coçou a nuca em nervosismo.

"Ele me levou a um bar." Sussurrou no ouvido de seu marido, distribuindo beijinhos sob pescoço arrepiado dele.

"Bar? Você me fez gastar meu dinheiro para um noite perfeita para levá-la a um bar?" Harry acusou seu amigo enquanto você o excitava ainda mais a cada toque.

"Era um bar de alta classe." Niall tentou defender-se.

"Mas ainda é um bar." Retrucou.

"Ele disse que eu era a garota dele essa noite." Você adicionou o novo fato adorando ver a raiva nos olhos de seu marido.

"A garota dele?"

Harry queria matá-lo.

"Ele colocou os dedos dele em mim de baixo da mesa como você fez naquele restaurante." Você continuava suas provocações tanto em sua fala e também o beijinhos molhados em seu pescoço.

"O quê?" Harry cospiu suas palavras puxando seus cabelos para olhá-lo. "O que mais ele fez com você? Rispidamente ordenou a falar.

"Ele me levou para o banheiro e brincou com a minha bucetinha, ele a chupou, me fez gemer o nome dele, enterrou os dedos em mim enquanto me lambia, eu gozei tão gostoso na boca dele, amor." Confessou em um tom manhoso que fez o sangue de Styles ferver.

"Horan." Harry tirou-a de cima dele indo em direção ao outro homem. "Você gosta de quebrar regras não é? Dizer que a minha mulher é sua? Gosta de chupar a boceta da minha esposa sem minha permissão?" Harry fuzilou-o.

Niall já tinha certeza que apanharia naquele momento, se não fosse você segurando o peito de seu marido ficando entre os dois.

"Baby, eu quis, eu senti falta de seus dedos em mim, ele só me ajudou a aliviar um pouco a necessidade que sinto sem você."

"Tire seu vestido." Harry ordenou em um tom ríspido com às narinas dilatadas. "Agora."

Você obedeceu não podendo deixar de olhar fixamente o olhar furioso dele enquanto deslizava para baixo, a única coisa entre você e a nudez total.

"Sem nada por baixo do vestido Senhora Styles? Não me admira a vontade dele te foder, você é sempre tão provocadora." Ele agarrou sua garganta com força. "Tenho certeza que você o provocou até ele fazer o que você queria, não foi?" Os dedos ficaram um pouco mais forte em seu pescoço.

"Talvez." Diz quase sem força.

"Dê uma volta." Harry soltou você.

As mãos dele param em seus quadris, virando você para Niall, ele tirou o seu cabelo do pescoço, deixando rastros de beijos por sua pele sensível, enquanto ainda encarava o homem.

"Gosta do que vê Niall?" Ele sorriu presunçoso. "Claramente que sim, para ter se arriscado tanto." Harry a tira do caminho e vai em passos largos até seu amigo." Espero que o que fez não se repita." Com o dedo indicador ele ergue o queixo de Niall. "Você pode chupar e foder a buceta da minha mulher só quando eu estiver olhando." Sua língua passou lentamente nos lábios trêmulos de Horan. “Entendeu?" Ele segurou seu queixo e rosto só com uma a mão e deu um selinho demorado em seus lábios trêmulos. "Responda." Segurou mais forte às mãos em seu rosto.

"Sim."

"Minha linda esposa, sente-se! Eu quero ter certeza se ele é bom chupando sua bocetinha." Você deu um pequeno suspiro de nervosismo, sentando-se no sofá ainda um pouco tímida. "Abra suas pernas para Niall, meu amor."

Seus olhos ficaram mais arregalados quando você viu que seu marido abaixou às calças e puxou o pau para fora, acariciando-o preguiçosamente enquanto olhava para Niall rastejando de joelhos entre suas pernas.

"Seja uma boa esposa e me chupe." A ponta dele estava vermelha e inchada, uma gota de pré-semen escorrendo, como se doesse para ser tocada.

Você sorriu distribuindo beijinhos molhados por todo sua glande primeiro, envolvendo os lábios em torno dela, sugando levemente, voltando a repetir os movimentos com seus olhos inocentes a observar o rosto de prazer de Harry, antes de mergulhar sua boca aveludada em toda extensão de seu pênis, sentindo-o em sua garganta, tentando iniciar um ritmo. Seus quadris balançavam suavemente contra boca de Niall, afinal sua bocetinha sensível estava desejando alguma estimulação, você precisava dos dedos dele, sua língua sacudindo em seu clitóris sensível, mas ele estava so torturando, esfregando a nuca contra suas coxas macias, passando seus dedos levemente onde estava mais necessitada.

"Niall, por favor." Implorou manhosinha.

Isso acabou não só com o psicológico do homem entre suas pernas, mas também com seu marido, foi quase instantâneo a forma que ambos gemeram baixinho.

Atordoado por sua voz, Niall deu a você finalmente o que queria, era como se fosse a primeira vez de novo, cada vez que você empurrava seus quadris esfregando-se contra sua língua era o céu, ele era muito gentil, seus movimentos lentos e arrastados, apenas saboreando-a , suas mãos explorando suas coxas, tudo era tão escorregadio, ele não se importou com seu queixo pingando, na verdade, ele gostou bastante, estar todo melado com sua bocetinha gostosa era seu paraíso.

"Ela é um doce, não é Niall?" Harry piscou para o amigo.

"Oh! Sim." Niall respondeu em um gemido em sua intimidade sensível.

Com muito esforço você continuava o boquete em seu marido, você nunca conseguiu tomar todo o pênis dele, sempre usava sua mão livre para envolvê-lo, acariciá-lo juntamente com os movimentos de sua boca.

"Caralho amor." Harry grunhiu puxando seu cabelo. "Você é sempre tão boa com sua boquinha." Sorriu vendo-a engasgar.

Era quase pornográfico o jeito que você começou a gemer no pau de Harry depois que Niall se tornou mais ganancioso chupando seu clitóris inchadinho, se ele não podia tê-la para sempre, naquele momento ele a faria se esquecer de tudo, ele precisava ouvir mais, então levantou suas pernas envolvendo suas coxas pressionadas contra seus ombros, ele começou a lamber com mais intensidade, seus dedos longos encontraram aquele ponto dentro de você que a deixou maluca de tesão, causando-lhe choramingos que eram abafados pelo pênis de seu marido. Tudo àquilo rapidamente a levou ao limite mais uma vez naquela noite e você não conseguiu mais chupar o cacete gostoso do seu marido, jogando a cabeça para trás em êxtase.

"Oh! Porra! Niall." Choramingou sentindo sua boceta piscar.

Niall podia sentir todo seu gozo em sua boca, a sua boceta pulsando no ritmo de seu prazer, o sorriso de satisfação dele era notório, mas antes que você pudesse elogiar o quão bem ele se saiu, Harry o empurrou para fora, caindo de boca em você logo em seguida.

"Baby." Suas pernas tremeram sob os toques dele em sua intimidade pós fodida, dois de seus dedos entraran em sua entrada apertadinha sem aviso nenhum.

"Oh! Querida eu sei que você consegue me dar um." As covinhas sempre apareciam quando ele estava sendo presunçoso.

Tudo o que Harry queria agora era provar você, sentir seu gosto após ter gozado na boca de outro. Você posicionou suas pernas em cada lado da cabeça dele, o coração disparado em antecipação enquanto às mãos dele agarraram suas coxas macias, ele sorriu antes de passar a língua de sua entrada até o clitóris, ouvindo-a gemer empurrando os quadris para frente com a sensação. Harry sabia muito bem lhe dar prazer, como fazer deixar suas pernas tremendo, gemendo seu nome até que esteja implorando para que ele pare, era o que ele fazia de melhor.

"Essa buceta é boa pra caralho." Murmurou ele com um sorriso arrogante. "Olha como tá meladinha e vermelhinha, eu como essa bocetinha todo dia e ainda não estou satisfeito."

Niall estava observando atentamente com os olhos fixos em você, uma de suas mãos estava sobre a protuberância de sua ereção, claramente visível através de suas calças enquanto ele a esfregava e acariciava levemente só para ter um pouco de alívio.

"Isso é bom?" Niall perguntou sentando se ao seu lado.

"Muito." Você choramingou. "Mas vai ficar melhor quando me beijar! Me beije."

Ele não perdeu tempo em deslizar sua língua quente em sua boca e você praticamente passou a ser uma bagunça tremendo e gemendo obscenidades que nunca seriam esquecidas por nenhum dos homens.Harry estabeleceu um ritmo prazeroso batendo os dedos em você, alternando entre chupar seu clitóris ou dar pequenas lambidas, era torturante. Você estava tão perto da sensação novamente, sua boceta começando a pulsar ao redor dos dedos dele, aquela pressão na parte inferior de seu estômago se formando, seus gemidos se tornaram mais altos e beijar o Niall tornou-se impossível quando a força do seu orgasmo surpreendeu até você, explodindo na velocidade da luz enquanto esguichava no rosto de seu marido.

"Merda! Sinto muito, baby." Disse cobrindo o rosto.

"Oh, porra, não se desculpe, você realmente me ama, não é? Você esguichou tanto para mim, está em todo lugar... Deus, você é tão perfeita..." Harry limpava seu queixo pingando.

A excitação acumulou em sua boceta mais uma vez quando você observou seu marido se levantar inclinando-se em direção ao irlandês sentado ao seu lado, o espesso de seu gozo na língua de Harry atingiu os lábios de Niall, e porra aquilo foi quente e quase embaraçoso, vê-los se beijando novamente dava aquela sensação estranhamente excitante, eles pareciam estar se divertindo tanto que por um instante eles quase se esqueceram de você, até que Harry a puxou para perto, seus lábios encontrando novamente os seus.

"Vamos para o quarto." Ele ordenou.

Assim que estavam dentro Harry a colocou sentada na ponta da cama, ele começou a se despir completamente e Niall seguiu as ações do amigo, você os observava admirando, ter dois homens lindos nus na sua frente ainda fazia você se sentir nervosa. Eles se juntaram a você na cama, Niall deixava uma trilha de beijos por seu pescoço enquanto Harry beijava você com paixão e ternura, depois Niall virou-a para ele começando a beijá-la, sua mão instantaneamente foi para seu pênis, que deslizava facilmente em sua mão enquanto você continuava a beijá-lo apaixonadamente, você podia sentir o pau dele latejando enquanto ele empurrava com mais força na palma da sua mão, Harry acaricia suavemente suas coxas e bunda apertando-as levemente, deixando beijos por qualquer parte sua que ele conseguia alcançar.

"Eu quero você." O irlandês rosnou em seu ouvido. "Eu quero estar dentro de você, agora."

Um pouco desorientada, você virou olhando para seu marido, pedindo permissão com seus olhos.

"Dê a ele o que quer, amor." Harry aprovou.

No instante seguinte às mãos de Niall agarram sua cintura, puxando você ainda mais para perto, suas mãos voaram até o cabelo dele, puxando suavemente os fios por entre os dedos, ele a deitou primeiro antes de se deitar ao seu lado, voltando à beijar você, que começou a mover-se contra a protuberância dele gemendo levemente com a sensação gostosa que estava dando. A cama afundou atrás de você, Harry se aproximou de suas costas, ele passou a mão ao longo de sua coxa murmurando "Camisinha, baby." E entregou o pequeno pacote laminado a você. Você certamente nem percebeu em que momento seu marido saiu da cama para buscar, mas pegou o preservativo e ajudou Niall a colocar antes guiar seu pênis até o sua entrada. Ambas respirações ficaram presas em suas gargantas quando ele entrou, você estava escorregadia de excitação e ele deslizou facilmente para dentro, preenchendo-a em todos os lugares certos.

"Tinha esquecido de como você é grande!" Choramingou.

"Você pode repetir isso? Eu não ouvi." Niall perguntou só para ver o ciúme nos olhos do Harry.

"Você é tão grande!" Você estava vendo estrelas com aquele pau.

Seus gemidos enchiam o quarto enquanto Harry chupava a pele macia de seu pescoço.

"É bom, meu amor?" Ele perguntou a você.

"Sim."

"Ele está te fazendo faz sentir bem?"

"Sim." Você gaguejou.

E Niall aproveitou o momento para deslizar seu pau para fora apenas para colocá-lo de volta dentro de você mais profundamente e fazê-la jogar a cabeça para trás no ombro de Harry e gemer mais alto.

"Oh! Você está gostando mesmo disso, hein?" O tom voz de Harry havia um pouco de ciúmes.

"Mas eu gosto mais com você." Fez um lindo biquinho. "Eu quero você, agora."

"O quê? O pau do dele não é suficiente para você?" Sua voz saiu baixa e quase ameaçadora. " Você está com bastante fome esta noite, não é, querida? Você precisa de mim e Niall para te foder até perder os sentidos?" Você estremece com o tom de sua voz.

"Eu quero sentir vocês dois dentro de mim, eu preciso sentir isso."

"Coisinha gananciosa."

Harry levantou e voltou com um tubo de lubrificante derramando nas pontas dos dedos, empurrando um vagarosamente em sua bunda, você engasgou quando o sentiu, arqueando as costas com a sensação repentina de seu dedo entrando e saindo, no segundo você não conseguia parar de gemer, sua mente confusa, tentando processar, às sensações que harry e Niall estavam fazendo-a sentir.

"Você se sente bem?" Ele perguntou. Você apenas acenou com a cabeça. "Quer que eu pare?"

"Não." Diz em uma voz vacilante.

Ele observava suas pernas tremendo de necessidade, você perseguia seus dedos no momento em que ele os puxa para fora sentindo sua falta. Presunçoso ele se inclinou, o hálito quente fazendo cócegas na sua orelha.

"Já quer meu pau em sua bunda?"

As palavras deixaram sua pele em chamas.

"Sim por favor." Implorou, a bunda esfregando contra seu pau.

"Aí porra." Ele amaldiçou inclinando-se para trás, levando seu pau na mão para colocar a camisinha. "Eu vou arruinar você, baby."

Você ainda estava de frente para Niall deixando-o te fuder devagar com sua perna enganchada em cima da dele dando a Harry espaço suficiente para te foder por trás, ele lambuzou seu pau com lubrificante e gentilmente empurrou com cuidado para não machucá-la, Niall parou esperando você se acostumar com Harry e alguns segundos depois ambos lentamente se moveram para dentro, os paus se roçando trazendo um prazer diferentes para você e para eles. Você nunca se sentiu tão cheia antes, parecia que os dois estavam decididos a arruinar seu corpo, dividindo-a ao meio com seus pênis. Harry e Niall trocavam olhares e eles se revezaram para foder você. Os gemidos dos três ecoavam por todo o quarto enquanto os dois homens aceleravam gradualmente.

"Vê o que você faz com ele?" Harry cantarolou, olhando para Niall em puro êxtase. "Ele nunca mais será o mesmo querida, depois que ele teve você." Seu polegar subia sorrateiramente pelas bochechas de sua bunda, enquando ele ainda fodia seu cuzinho. "Mas você é só minha e ele nunca mais vai tocar em você depois desta noite." Ele riu. "Diga à ele o quão bom ele está te fazendo sentir amor."

"Tão bom, Niall, seu pau é incrível."

"E você é tão fodidamente apertada e quente, princesa." Niall diz e você podia sentir a respiração dele contra seu pescoço, seus dentes mordiscando a área logo abaixo de sua mandíbula.

Vendo isso Harry puxou sua cabeça para trás, ficando mais longe do charme arrogante de Niall.

"Eu sou aquele que fode melhor, certo? Eu sou aquele que você ama?" Harry diz observando seu amigo com se o desafiasse a falar qualquer coisa.

"Porra, sim, meu Harry..."

"Boa garota."

Uma das mãos do seu marido deslizou entre seus corpos, seus dedos encontrando o seu clitóris. Ele começou a girar seus dedos empenhado em satisfazer sua garota. Você soltou um gemido alto ao sentir Harry beliscando seu clitóris entre o indicador e o polegar, infligindo tanta felicidade em seu corpo fraco que sua cabeça estava começando a girar.

"Porra, estou perto." Niall tinha sua respiração saindo em intervalos enquanto gemia.

Então a ideia mais louca se passou por sua mente e você não hesitou nem um segundo antes de puxar o pau de Niall para fora, tirando o preservativo e colando de volta em sua bocetinha totalmente nu.

Niall e Harry instantaneamente olharam para você.

"Você quer que ele goze dentro de mim?" Você perguntou ao seu marido no começo era apenas uma pergunta inocente. "Acho que sabemos que você gostaria de ver." Sorriu para Niall.

Harry estava chegando perto de gozar e outro homem estava prestes a despejar todo seu esperma dentro da boceta desprotegida da esposa dele e ele estava muito exitado para impedi-la.

"Vá em frente." Ele diz.

Niall poderia engravidá-la e você estava implorando por isso.

"Goze dentro de mim, Niall." Choramingou, sentindo o aperto forte de Harry em sua bunda. "Eu me toquei só imaginando esse momento." Revelou sem nem pensar nas consequências.

Niall sorriu mentendo profundamente em sua bocetinha até que seu esperma estivesse saindo pela borda. Os desejos sexuais de Harry se misturam com sua raiva no instante em que ele ouviu que sua esposa havia se masturbando pensando em outro homem, mas você não deu muito tempo para que ele pudesse puni-la, porque começou a rebolar em seu pau o deixando louco de tesão.

Agora só faltava você e ele.

Niall tirou o pau de você, deixando escorrer seu esperma que ele prontamente desceu para deixar sua língua passar em sua boceta lambuzada e limpar sua própria bagunça. Os braços dele envolvem seus quadris para mantê-la firme, enquanto Harry começou a se mover novamente dentro de você, você não pode fazer nada além de balançar os quadris contra o pau enorme de seu marido. Niall gemia em você e sugava seu clitóris, certamente você não tinha ideia de quantos orgasmos já havia tido, mas queria só mais um, sua mente estava ficando nebulosa, aquele prazer familiar crescendo dentro de você, a atenção constante de Niall em seu clitóris estava a levando para seu orgasmo rápido do que pensava e você não conseguia mais controlar os sons que saiam de sua boca. Seu corpo estava em chamas assim que Harry começou a brincar com seu mamilos, apertando e massageando enquanto ainda fodia todo seu pau dentro da sua bunda, você se tornou uma pilha de tremores, incapaz de se mover, ficou difícil se concentrar em qualquer coisa além do prazer que você jamais pensou que poderia sentir.

"Você vai gozar, princesa?" Seu marido murmurou, ele a conhecia como ninguém. "Caralho amorzinho, eu sinto o quanto você está perto, você está tão apertada, seu cuzinho é o melhor e você vai me fazer gozar assim."

"Então goza, baby." Foi o que conseguiu sussurrar antes de se render.

Ambos orgasmos foram tão intensos, Harry gemia tão alto quando gozou que provavelmente os vizinhos escutariam, você esguichou pela segunda vez naquela noite, em todo rosto de Niall, seus corpos estremeciam com o prazer e mal tinham fôlego para respirar.

"Porra, ela acabou de esguichar de novo?" Niall ofegou. "Merda! Você é incrível." A baba escorria de seus lábios e sem dúvidas ele sabia que fez um bom trabalho.

Você estava arruinada.

Completamente arruinada.

Harry e Niall tinham a cansado e Harry sabia disto, afinal, você fez muito por ele esta noite, então, como um bom marido, ele cuidaria bem de você, você imediatamente se jogou em seus braços, ele segurou seu rosto e beijou suas bochechas e sua têmpora suavemente.

"Você está bem querida?"

"Um pouco dolorida."

"Eu sei, eu vou cuidar de você." Deixou um longo selinho em seus lábios.

"Eu estou com sede, pode pegar um pouco de água para mim?"

"Claro". Harry disse.

Mas imediatamente Niall, após ouvi-la, correu para lhe trazer um pouco de água.

"Muito obrigada, Niall." Sorriu carinhosamente. "Como está, muito para você tudo o que aconteceu?"

"Bem, por um segundo pensei que apanharia, mas é sempre bom uma pequena competição amigável entre amigos, não é, Harold?"

"Sim! Era só para deixar bem claro, que ela é minha."

"Como se já não tivesse claro, eu sou sua esposa, sempre vou ser." Todos riram.

"Que tal um banho agora?" Harry sugeriu.

"Seria ótimo, amaria ter os dois em um banho."

"Não, baby, eu sugeri só nós." Ele diz coçando a cabeça.

"Mas eu quero os dois." Fez um biquinho. "Você deixou claro que essa é a última vez, então me deixe aproveitar até o último minuto."

"Tudo bem, mas depois disso é só você e eu."

"Só eu e você."

Muito obrigada por ler até aqui, se gostou considere fav, reblogar e deixar uma ask. Um flashback é muito importante para mim.

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Harry Centric One-Shots

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by Ghost_Girl666D

One shots for the one direction boys! (Mostly Harry) A lot of different things, punishments, spanking, smut, all the way to sickfics and fluff, the works. A bunch of relationships in here! Enjoy.

Or

Behind closed doors what happens when one direction and a particularly disobedient Harry don’t follow the directions.

Words: 3593, Chapters: 1/9, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan/Harry Styles, Zayn Malik/Harry Styles, Liam Payne/Harry Styles, Liam Payne/Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan & Zayn Malik & Liam Payne & Harry Styles & Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan & Liam Payne & Harry Styles & Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Enemas, Punishment, Spanking, Icy-Hot, icyhot, Paddling, Dom/sub, Fluff, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Embarrassment, Louis Tomlinson Calls Harry Styles Pet Names, Louis Tomlinson Loves Harry Styles, Bottom Harry Styles, Hurt Harry Styles, Established Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Top Louis Tomlinson, Dom Louis Tomlinson, Sub Harry Styles, Dom Louis Tomlinson/Sub Harry Styles, Group punishment, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Anal Plug, Caring Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne & Louis Tomlinson Friendship, Strict Liam Payne, rectal thermometer, Anal thermometer, Doctor Louis Tomlinson, Doctor/Patient, Anal Probing, BDSM, Light BDSM, Bondage, Light Bondage, Ice Play, light watersports, occassional dom/sub, One Direction One Shot, OT5 Friendship (One Direction), Post-Zayn One Direction, zianourry - Freeform

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That's 4,021 more posts than 2021!

639 posts created (16%)

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Slow Hands

Because I am obsessed with the idea of Kyojuro being a gentle bean with his demon-slaying s/o who’s never made love.

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Warnings: Virgin Reader, Implied Sexy Time

Inspiration: Slow Hands - Niall Horan

Please enjoy!

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#4

Feels Right [ Pt. 1 ]

Genre: Romance, Smut, Modern AU

Summary: Tonight, the candles in the house all burn for you.

Warnings: Established Relationship, Threesome, Female Reader, OOC Kyo & Tengen, Single Tengen, & Other Filth. MDNI!

Recommended soundtrack to get you through this travesty.

I had to do this in parts, because woooohf. 😩 Also, for the sake of this story, Tengen is single and not married to his three beautiful wives.

Hope you enjoy! Thank you so much for reading!

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#3

Playing with Fire

Please don’t judge me for this one. I don’t condone cheating in any way, shape, or form. I just…yeah. This was going to be my OG Dirty, Pretty Things series, but I ended up taking it in a different direction. Anyways!

Genre: Smut, Angst, Modern AU

Warnings: Graphic Description of Smut, OOC Kyojuro, Dom Kyojuro, Female Reader, Cheating, Mentions of Alcohol

Please enjoy!

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#2

Still

Genre: Erotica

Warnings: Cunnilingus, Somnophilia (kind of), Female Reader, MDNI!

An excerpt from something I wrote.

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My #1 post of 2022

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