#harry styles cock warming

[freedomfireflies]

How Many?*

Summary: An extra for One for the Money*

The one where Mr. Styles has had a rough day, and fucking you hard and slow is his only remedy.

(Inspired by this softdom!harry prompt!!)

Word Count: 1.8k

*Contains Mature and Explicit content! Please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞You are so much more important!*

“Shit, honey. I know. I know, Peach. Stay still for me, yeah?”

You nod quickly, lip between your teeth as your nails scratch down Harry’s back. 

You’re still getting used to his size. Always needing an extra minute or two to catch your breath, which he dutifully gives you. 

Normally, he eggs you on. Mocks your inability to take him. How your tight, little hole is just too tiny for him to fit through. How he’d ruin you before he even got halfway in.

But today is different. Today, he kisses your cheeks, your nose, your lips. Helping the seconds go by as he whispers, “Doing so good, my love. Feel so fucking good for me.”

You try to relax your mind, your body, your muscles. Wanting to feel him as deep as he can go more than anything in the world. Almost wishing he’d just drive himself to the hilt and wreck you if that’s what it takes.

He nuzzles into your neck, breathing you in. His heart is racing against your own and you feel your stomach flip.

It’s rare he lets you see the bad days. It’s rare he has them at all. But instead of hiding them from you—instead of hiding from you—he’d come home and taken you into his arms. 

He held you, and kissed you, and touched you. Gently brushed at your clit before mindlessly stroking through your folds. It was clear what he needed.

You.

And he has you. For now. For always. His body and yours connecting as one until his hips are pressing down into you. His cock now sheathed completely inside your cunt as you exhale a deep, strained, and pleasured breath.

You grab onto his ass and help roll his hips. Whimpering as the sensation in your stomach begins to build again. Soft and slow.

“S’a good girl,” he murmurs, and it’s so very heavy. Yet filled with relief. As if you’re the antidote he needed. As if you’re his remedy.

“Sir,” you whisper, nipping at his earlobe as he grabs onto your leg and hooks it around his hip. You follow suit, tossing your other one around him as well until your ankles can cross near his spine. Aiding in his slow but pointed thrusts.

“I know,” he says again, swallowing a groan as he rocks into you. “Fucking missed this. Missed this pretty pussy today.”

You make another noise as he suddenly nudges his nose against yours. Calling your attention to him.

“Missed you,” he adds gently before kissing you until there’s no air in your lungs.

And you can’t deny the leap in your heart from the thought. The idea that he thinks about you even when you’re not around.

His fingers dance between your bodies until they find your clit. Again, he presses and rubs in cruel but beautiful ways. Making stars scatter behind your eyelids as you gasp and arch from the bed.

“How many times should I make you cum today, hm?” he asks, glancing down at your overused and sensitive nerves. “Already came for me once. Or was it twice?”

Your head buries into the mattress as you struggle against the overstimulation, feeling ruined beyond repair.

“Peach,” he warns, pinching you tight and forcing a gasp to rip from your throat. “I asked you a question.”

“…twice,” you just barely manage to pant, skin incredibly warm. “Made me cum twice, Sir.”

“And how many times should I make you cum now?” he asks again, kissing the side of your nose sweetly. “Three? Four?”

The feeling between your thighs is expanding. Exploding. Making your nails curl into his skin until you’re sure you’ve drawn blood.

“I’ve always been rather fond of the number five,” he muses before suddenly pressing his thumb into your clit and watching as yet another orgasm tears you apart from the inside out.

You know he wants to be proud of the way he’s teased you but feeling you cum around his cock is always his favorite part. And you can see that euphoric haze dance across his face as he sucks in a sharp breath and releases your clit so he can slide his thumb into your mouth.

You suck it with purpose. With appreciation. Whimpering from the taste and the warmth of his hand. Letting your tongue explore the digit before settling him between your lips contently.

He balances his weight on his forearm to keep you satisfied. Continuing his gentle thrusts as you come down from the rush. “You okay, honey?”

You hum quietly, head nodding as you keep his finger snug in your mouth.

He seems pleased. “Gonna give me another one?”

Posed like a question but you know you have little choice. He wants five orgasms from you, and he won’t stop until he either gets them or you safeword. 

So you motion your agreement once again and release his thumb. “Yes, Sir.”

He grins. “Good fucking girl.”

With that, he kisses you, and delivers another sharp thrust. 

He finds a familiar rhythm, uncurling your leg from his hip so he can press it into the bed. Needing a deeper angle before he’s slipping an arm beneath your back and lifting you altogether. 

You cry out his name, grateful the cameras aren’t rolling so you can use his real name. The one that melts from your tongue like butter on pancakes. Warm, and soft, and so deliciously sweet as you say it again just to hear it.

You feel a shiver roll down his spine at the sound. At the feel of you around his twitching cock. 

“Harry,” you breathe just to see his lashes flutter. “Harry, please…please.”

In any other moment, he’d chastise you for the use of his name during a scene. Cameras or not. But today he needs it. Today he craves it.

You feel his muscles quiver under the weight of your adoration for him. He’s too far gone in his idea of you to think straight, and the dominant man you’ve come to know dissipates into the lover you cum for.

He returns to your clit as tears return to your eyes. You’ve always been sensitive. Perhaps too sensitive, especially right now as he works on your fourth.

“Please…please,” you gasp, writhing beneath his hold until he has to use his weight to keep you still. Pressing your body into the mattress until you have no other choice but to take the continued pleasure. “Sir, please—”

“Does it ache, honey?” he coos gently, glancing down at the way your body reacts to his touch and overstimulation. The sensitive nub much more swollen than it was before. “Sting?”

You nod fervently, lip tugged between your teeth until the taste of metal fills your mouth. “Can’t…can’t…can’t—”

“You can,” he murmurs. Firm yet oddly comforting. “You can, Peach. Daddy needs you to cum again. S’gonna help him feel better. And you wanna help him, don’t you? Help him feel better?”

He knows how to play you. Knows how to encourage the response he wants, and your skin is on fire as you squirm beneath his hand. 

“Yes,” you pant before glancing up at him through tear-stained lashes. “Yes, Daddy. Want you to feel better.”

And you do. To the point that you’d endure hours of torture and overstimulation if it made him happy. 

So you allow him to pinch, and pull, and rub until you’re beginning to sob. And you don’t mind because you know he’s watching and monitoring each reaction. Making sure that he never gives you more than you can handle.

But then you feel that strange and somewhat rare blooming in your chest. The kind that makes your eyes roll back into your head as you grab onto his shoulders and gasp.

You don’t have time to warn him. Don’t even have time to understand what’s about to happen.

But he does.

He’s seen this look on your face before and this is exactly what he’d wanted. More than anything, and the smirk the spreads across his face when he feels the rush of liquid over his cock is incredibly smug. 

“There you go,” he coos, glancing down to watch the way you squirt for him. The way you soak his thighs, and hands, and stomach. The way you drench yourself and douse the bedding beneath in your arousal for him. “Just like that, honey, keep going. You’re okay.”

You’re whimpering so hard, your throat is sore. But he loves it. Indulges in each needy whine and groan as you melt under the weight of his strong frame.

You’re still sobbing, cheeks wet and warm. Hair matted to your forehead and skin sticky.

It’s the most beautiful look in the whole world, and he can’t help the rush of pride and appreciation he feels as he gazes down at you.

He slows his thrusts to allow you just a moment of reprieve, hand coming up to stroke down your face lovingly.

“Shh,” he whispers as you hiccup. Thumb tenderly brushing at your tears. “You’re okay, Peach. Did so good for me.”

You try to reply but your chest is heaving with more cries. “S’too much…too much, Sir—”

“I know,” he hums, cupping your jaw and dipping down to kiss the tip of your nose. “I know, baby. M’really pushing you, but you’re doing so well. Almost done, yeah? Just need you to cum for me one more time. Want you to cum with me.”

You begin to shake your head, the idea almost too much, and you catch the worry in his expression. 

“Do you need to stop?” he asks now with an air of seriousness. “What’s your color, my love?”

You pause to catch your breath, allowing yourself enough room to decide. “It’s…it’s green.”

“Green,” he repeats but he’s unconvinced. Brows furrowing as he studies you. “Are you sure?”

You sniffle a bit before nodding slowly. “Yes, Sir. It’s green. Just needed a second.”

“You can have all the seconds you want,” he tells you, pressing his lips to yours caringly. “If you need to call yellow or red—”

“I don’t,” you insist, suddenly overcome by the fear he might stop. And you know he will. “I don’t, Daddy, promise. Was just a lot.”

“I know,” he says again, beginning to smile. “Know squirting takes a lot out of you, hm?”

You nod again and nuzzle into his palm. “Yes. But I’m okay now. Really.”

He regards you carefully, searching for any signs of deceit. “I need you to be sure, Peach. You’ll hurt Daddy if you lie to him.”

“M’not,” you whimper, turning to kiss his hand as if to solidify your promise. “M’really not. Wanna feel you cum with me, Sir. Need it. Need it, Sir, please—”

Your begging has always had this innate ability to turn his brain to mush. And it seems that hasn’t changed as a certain expression passes over his face and his thrusts begin to pick up once again.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, sliding his hand down to your throat. Squeezing it gently, yet enough to make you feel secure. 

You sigh contently as you dance your hands down his spine, taking hold of his beautiful ass to help him along. 

He smirks.

“Then let’s get that number five.”

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A Little Naughty | bfd!harry

best friend's dad!harry x reader

Summary: Your parents invite Harry to come with you for Christmas and you feel a little bit naughty after everyone's in bed.

Word Count: 3360

Warning: smut, fluffy fluff, age gap

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You and Harry were dreamily staring at one another as you sipped your hot chocolate in the cute little café across from the park with the huge twinkly Christmas tree. Everyone was wearing jackets and boots and scarves. It wasn’t that cold but it felt like the right season to bundle up anyway.

It seemed like once you told everyone about you and Harry things only became better between you. You were more attached to him than ever and he was always checking on you.

You quit working at the restaurant and began looking for a better job. Which made Harry really happy. It also made him really happy when you told him you had gotten your implant removed. It was sort of a surprise for him. An early Christmas present. Kind of. You didn’t know how well it would actually go over. You’d talked about it but making that step was huge. But he was overjoyed when you told him. So overjoyed that you wound up on your tummy with your pussy being pounded into before he was coming inside of you (only after you’d already come because he was a gentleman of course). Yeah, it went over pretty well you’d say.

“Can’t wait to get you in bed later. Gonna stuff you so full every day,” he whispered and took a sip.

You laughed and looked around the café, “You’ve been stuffing me full since day one, Mr. Styles,” you teased.

You were both out getting last-minute Christmas gifts for your family. Your mom and dad invited you and Harry over for Christmas. And you’d need to stay the night most likely because the festivities usually included spiked punch and wine so you and Harry would stay in your childhood room. You were surprised when your mom also invited Harry. She said she would have felt bad if she didn’t.

Harry was nervous about the whole thing but you two were doing this together and even if things were awkward, well, that was just the price you had to pay.

.           .           .

You woke up to Harry’s morning wood digging into your thigh. He rocked his hips against you which made you laugh, “Well good morning to you. Like a horny teenager,” you stretched and rolled to face him.

“More like a horny man who’s full of vitality,” he laughed as he spoke.

“You know it’s recommended that you don’t come too often, right? Like to build up a little sperm. Every other day or something like that. And you came in me twice yesterday.”

Harry scrunched his brow, “Are you seriously asking me to wait two days before I get to come? When you’re right here,” he lowered his hand to your bottom and pressed his mouth against yours before continuing his convincing spiel, “So soft and warm. Always so wet and needy too. You don’t want my cock opening up your wet little hole and thrusting into you over and over again until your orgasming? Feels so good, though.”

You moaned. The man always had a way with words, “I mean, you know I love it. I’m not saying that. Just saying that if you really want to knock me up you gotta conserve a little.”

Harry softly swiped his nose into yours, “How about we just fuck like rabbits and see what happens. Plus we gotta go without it tonight and most of the day tomorrow since we’ll be at your parents. We’ll conserve then. But right now,” Harry pulled you in, lifting your thigh over his hip so you could feel his hard dick against your pussy, “I want to make love to my sweet girl.”

He licked at the crease of your mouth and you opened up right away, kissing him back and slipping your hands into the hair at the back of his head. You both rocked against each other as you kissed lazily until you grew wetter and wetter.

Harry gripped your thigh and angled himself to press into you, the yummy pinch of his thick head poking through your entrance had you groaning.

“See?” He rocked into you and pulled back, “Gotta take good care of you, baby.”

You nodded and let Harry take control. You couldn’t move much in the position you were in on your side, but Harry was able to drive himself inside of you as he rolled his hips over and over again.

“You want me to take care of you?”

“Yes, Harry. You’re so good at taking care of me,” you moaned your words against his mouth.

“Every day baby. Gonna have you on my cock every day like this til I put a baby in you. And when you’re all big and swollen with my baby growing inside you I’m gonna take care of you then too. Fuck you soft and slow and make you feel so good. Show you how much I love you. How much I need you.”

You loved how Harry’s big dick slid through you in long, deep strokes. How tight he held you against him. The strength in the way he handled you and yet with such gentleness that made you trust him so completely.

“Jesus, Harry…” you mewled before scraping your nails along the back of his neck.

His hips began to snap into you, the perfect drag of his cock against your g-spot had you panting and the bed shifting under your bodies.

“You make my cock feel so good baby. So creamy and tight,” he pulled back and you could hear just what he meant by how wet you were.

Harry’s soft whine against your lips before he began to move his lips around yours made you melt. You loved when your big, strong man whined and whimpered. You did that to him and you’d never get tired of it. He always let you know how good everything felt. He had no hang-ups about being vulnerable with you.

“Fuck, it’s so deep,” you moaned and nipped at Harry’s lip, making him inhale sharply. But that only egged him on. He rolled you onto your back and began to pound into you, long and heavy strokes making your tummy boil.

Harry’s hips were striking against you with each plunge inward, wet and achy with the smallest hint of pain that only made you grow wetter around him, your arousal slipping down your ass.

“Oh, ahhh!!” Harry deeply panted as he buried himself into you repeatedly.

You clawed at his back and felt the way his muscles flexed and bulged under your fingers. He was putting his all into fucking you.

The unwinding of your inevitable orgasm crashed over your limbs in a hot burst and the moment Harry felt your wet pussy clamping down on him he drove into you deeply with only a few more thrusts before he began to come inside of you, pressing deep into your guts with a heavy groan.

The throbbing of his orgasming cock had you smiling as you moaned. It was the best feeling knowing he had his release because of you.

Harry’s soft moans slowed and you laughed when he crumbled onto your chest.

You let him lie there for a bit as you both savored the moment of the soft bliss after coming together.

“I guess I should get up.” He spoke against your neck.

You nodded and laughed, “Well I do have to shower after that. And I need coffee.”

.           .           .

You appreciated how strong Harry was. He was in the middle of an ugly divorce (though it was moving along faster than you anticipated) and you knew he was stressed but he never made you feel bad. He always made you smile and laugh. But you could see him in moments he didn’t think you were watching.

Like after you’d seen him text Merry Christmas to Fae, there was a small smile on his face as he put his phone away. Something that seemed hopeful. But then he kept checking to see if she would respond. When you watched his face fall after he checked his phone again right before you were about to leave to head to your parents your heart dropped.

You didn’t say anything to him about what you’d noticed. Didn’t want to have him feel like he needed to explain himself. It was a delicate situation.

You were just happy your mom invited him to come with you because you didn’t want to leave him alone on Christmas. His first without Fae since she was born.

When he felt your arms wrap around him and felt you press yourself into his back he loosened a bit. It was hard enough to know that his daughter hated him, but now he was about to face your parents, whom he hadn’t seen in a couple of years. And he was the same age as they were (well, a couple of years younger but still).

“You sure this is okay?” He asked you as he placed his hands over your arms so you wouldn’t let go.

“Yes. I didn’t ask them to invite you. They wanted to.”

“Just a little nervous about this,” Harry laughed lightly and turned himself in your arms to scoop you up and squeeze you tight to his chest, making your legs dangle in the air.

When he gently put your feet back onto the floor you kept your hand on his arm to keep his attention, “If things get weird at all we can leave. They won’t, but I just want you to know I’m not going to force you to stay there if anything makes you uncomfortable.”

Harry cupped your face, “Uncomfortable I can deal with. I’ll be fine.”

.           .           .

“He’s so hot. No wonder,” your cousin whispered to you as you were in the kitchen setting everything for dinner.

You kept your eyes on the table as you set a plate at the center of the placemat, “He’s attractive, yes. But I love him so it’s more than just about that.”

She snorted and took a sip of her wine, “I guess. I mean he chose you over his own dau–“

You whipped yourself around to glare at her, “Don’t do that. You have no idea how hard this has been.”

You knew some of your family would have their opinions but you didn’t expect anyone to say anything out loud. Though your cousin tended to speak before thinking, she dropped it after that.

And luckily that was the worst of it. Your mother and father greeted you and Harry with open arms and big smiles when you arrived. Harry had brought two very nice bottles of wine and a Christmassy bouquet of flowers, which you told him wasn’t necessary but he insisted.

Your aunt and uncle and cousin had never met him before but the age gap was evident and they knew a little about what was going on. But no one made a fuss about anything.

Harry stayed glued to your side for the better part of the evening. At the dinner table, he sat next to you. When his hands weren’t occupied with a glass or a utensil he had his hand on your thigh.

Your mom bought a gift for Harry and wrapped it so that when it was time to open gifts, he was included in the moment. You and Harry sat on the floor and your cousin was on the other side of the Christmas tree as your dad handed everyone a gift.

“For you, Harry,” he smiled as he handed your boyfriend the wrapped present with a little red bow on top.

“Thank you. This is so nice,” he looked from your dad to your mom and then down at you.

You’d gotten a pair of nice wool socks and a new book, and for Harry, they got him a pair of matching wool socks and a beanie cap.

By the time everyone was done eating and opening gifts things felt warmer and looser. You figured it was thanks to your mom’s punch. Which was generously being refilled when she brought the pitcher out to top up everyone’s glasses.

You were leaned against Harry’s side, his arm around your low back as you both sat on the floor chatting with everyone. You could feel how warm Harry was and when his hand sneakily slid up the back of your sweater, just the tiniest bit, you looked at him and smiled softly. He had his own lips pulled into his mouth and in some moment of insanity or maybe it was the punch he plopped a quick kiss on your lips.

“Oh, you two are so cute!” Your aunt trilled and everyone’s eyes were on you.

“They are. I’ve noticed how sweet they’ve been all night. Better get the earplugs out for bedtime,” your cousin laughed as she looked at your dad and mom.

“Oh my god, stop,” you laughed and put your hands over your face and you could feel Harry as he laughed next to you.

Your aunt and uncle slept in the spare guest room, your cousin on the couch, and you and Harry in your old room. Your bed was small but you were looking forward to getting to lay close to him and talk to him away from the prying ears of everyone.

“Cute,” Harry said as he looked at the decorations you had in your room. “I’m guessing your parents haven’t changed anything.”

You shook your head, “No. Mom said it would always be here for whenever I wanted to come and live with them again,” you laughed. “I think she was in denial when I first moved out.”

“Understandable,” he nodded, a solemn look on his face as he sat down on your bed.

You recognized the sudden mood change and sat next to him, taking his hand, “I love you, Harry. I’m so glad we could spend Christmas together. Are you okay?” You reached across to cup his cheek.

He sighed and nodded, “I love you too. I’m happy with you, Y/n. So happy we are together right now. But I do miss Fae. This brings back lots of memories of her room. Even the photo of you two over there. I took that one if I recall correctly.”

You looked toward the framed photo of you and Fae side hugging and wearing matching overalls with goofy grins.

“I think you did, actually.” You leaned your head onto his shoulder and he kissed your forehead.

When you’d both gotten settled in the bed Harry had pulled you onto his chest and slowly dragged his hand up and down your back as he spoke in a quiet whisper, “This was fun. I’m so happy your parents invited me. Feels a little awkward but I guess that’s just part of the deal isn’t it?”

You could hear the smile in his voice as you lifted your head and put your chin over his pec to look at him in the dark, “Guess so.”

You smoothed your hand down his bare chest and to the band of his joggers before he quickly shifted, “What are you doing?”

“Just trying to make things feel better. Make you forget all about sad stuff,” you crept your fingers under the elastic of his pants but Harry stopped you, putting his hand over yours.

“Don’t. We can’t do anything in your parent's house. And besides, what about conserving? Hmm?”

You softly laughed and kissed his nipple, moving yourself to peck across his sternum to the other side of his chest, “We can do whatever we want if we’re quiet. And I have a feeling you don’t need to conserve. I bet you’re super fertile.”

Harry's chest vibrated with a groan, “Bad idea.” He grabbed your face and lifted it so you’d stop kissing his chest.

“Good idea,” you teased back in a whisper. “You don’t want to play around a little? I know we can be so quiet.” Your words were smushed with the way Harry’s hand held your jaw to keep you still.

“I don’t want there to be any possibility of them hearing or thinking anything is going on.”

Harry softly let go of your face and you lowered your hand that was in his sweatpants the slightest, “Please? Mr. Styles, I’ll be so quiet. Let me just lick you a little and pump your cock so you can come. I’ll take all the mess down my throat so we won’t even need to clean up or anything. Please?”

When your hand found his cock he was already plumping up to your delight.

“Fuck, Y/n. I already said this is a bad idea.” He was already giving in.

You palmed over him and adjusted his length so he was pointed upward in his pants, “You’re already getting hard. It’ll be so fast and you’ll sleep like a baby after. Right?”

Harry puffed out a laugh through his nose and gulped down his saliva. He knew he’d come fast if he didn’t have to worry about you getting off too. And it would eliminate any mess if you wrapped your soft lips around his tip as he began to come.

You hesitantly began to stroke him as you lowered your mouth back down to his chest, to lick and kiss again. The deep tremor from his torso let you know that he was a go as you dotted kisses all over his strong chest.

When he began to rock his hips upward in your hand you took that as your cue. You sat up and pulled his pants down to let his big cock out and you licked along his shaft, softly wetting him so you could pump his length properly.

The only sounds Harry made were the smallest grunts and soft pants as you kissed along his hips and continued to stroke him in your hand, down to the base against the thatch of dark hair and upward to his swollen head, already leaking precome. Every now and then you wrapped your lips around his tip and suckled, digging your tongue into his slit and leaving behind a healthy amount of saliva to keep him nice and wet.

Harry felt his balls tighten and he put his hand to the back of your head, “Bout to come, baby…” he whispered in a panic as you were pressed down over the head of his cock.

You kept your hand at his shaft, sliding up and down as you sucked and swiped your tongue all around his tip and the underside of his frenulum when you felt his cock tighten and then throb as he pumped his orgasm down your throat silently.

You swallowed and gulped as you lowered your hand to his balls and gently squeezed, which drew an unintentional moan from his lips but he stopped himself before he got too loud.

With his balls drained and his come in your tummy you licked up from his base to his tip and he laughed quietly, pulling you up to his mouth.

You both smiled into the soft kiss.

Harry moved a hand down to your bottom and pinched you over the fabric of your night pants. Laughing into his mouth he tsk’d at you, “That was naughty. Santa isn’t going to give you your presents this year.”

You sighed and laid your head over his chest, “Don’t need anything from Santa anyway. You’re all I want. And you were practically silent the whole time. No one would ever know what I just did to you.”

Harry breathed out a laugh and draped his arm over your back. You could feel his heart pounding, slowly the cadence got lazy as he caught his breath and calmed.

“I’m so wet,” you smiled as you whispered.

Harry hummed, “Well you’ll just have to deal with it. Because you can’t keep quiet and there’s no way your parents wouldn’t know something was up.”

You didn’t mind in all truth. You only wanted to make Harry come anyway, “Don’t worry, Harry. I got exactly what I wanted anyway.”

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wait if hockey harry spots yn at his game and is reallyyyy cocky coming up to her! but she’s actually there for another guy on the OTHER team bc he asked her out on a date (which is after the game) and harry becomes sooo jealous and basically tries to rough that guy up during the game so he doesn’t take yn on the date 🤭🤭🤭

I am simply OBSESSED!!!!!! I may also have to do a part two for this lmao

based on this blurb about hockey!harry and ballerina!y/n

word count: 1.3k

content warnings: violence, harry being a mega douche, jealousy

masterlist | talk to me

. . .

Harry's bored.

Usually, at hockey games, he's rarely ever bored. He's been playing the sport since he was three and learned to ice skate just as he started walking. Hockey is his entire life — and yet, Coach Brock took him out to let one of the newbies get some time on the ice, so now he's sitting on the bench like a petulant child, arms crossed over his chest with a frown.

"Lighten up, Styles," Coach Brock had scolded him when he saw the immature pout covering his star player's face.

So now he's waiting, half paying attention to the game in front of him. He'd played hard enough for the first period that he blocked nearly every shot the opposing team tried to make. He didn't care much to see how the freshman kid was playing — he didn't even care to learn his name, really — instead scoping out the crowded stands at the evening's game. It was filled with students and fans of the university, the energy so lively that it was almost enough to send Harry into another adrenaline rush.

Only, when he sees Y/N up in the seats, talking to a girl he's seen her walk around campus with, his heart feels like it skips a beat.

He'll never admit it to anyone (especially not her), but he's fascinated by her. He thinks she's pretty and talented, strong and funny. But Harry lacks emotional communication skills, so instead of attempting to woo her, every comment that comes out of his mouth is an insult. That's why his throat instantly gets dry the second his eyes zero in on her. It's the first time he's seen her out of her usual ballet garb, instead opting for a loose sweater. Her hair, which is always in a neat bun, is down. And she just looks so pretty.

The loud halftime buzzer sounds out, ripping Harry from his daydreams. He can't help but wonder if she could maybe, just maybe, be there to see him. The thought is enough to send butterflies rifling through his stomach. He attempts to ignore them, though, putting on his usual dull facial expression as his teammates get up to go to the locker room.

He scrambles, realizing he's getting left in the dust all because he was fantasizing about Y/N. Embarrassed, he stands from the bench, trying to quickly catch up.

Except, when he's passing the away team's locker room, he sees her in his peripheral vision, walking down the lengthy hallway with a giddy look on her face. He knows Coach Brock will have his ass if he's late, but he can't help it. He really, seriously can't help it.

"Come to see me, Cinderella?" Harry asks cockily, a smirk at the edge of his lips. Her eyebrows immediately furrow and her lips part.

"No," she says slowly, cocking her head to the side, "I'm actually here for Malcolm."

Harry squints his eyes, mentally running through the entire team. There wasn't a single person named Malcolm.

"Did you just make that up to fuck with me?" he questions, feeling irritated by her teasing.

Y/N snorts, a smug grin appearing on her face. "No, actually. Malcolm plays for the other team."

His hands immediately ball up into fists at his side, anger beginning to pulse through his chest. He wants to fire a million questions at her — most importantly, why? — when Coach Brock sticks his head out into the hall.

"Styles! Stop trying to get your dick wet and get in here!"

His face warms, his jaw clenched as he turns on his heel to enter the locker room.

On his way in, he hears Y/N's voice bounce through the interior.

"Oh, don't you worry, Coach! He doesn't stand a chance!"

. . .

Approximately two seconds after halftime ends, Harry finds Malcom's jersey number, his eyes glued in on the player on the opposing team as he skated around, missing shots left and right. He was a shit player — why the hell would Y/N be interested in him?

As a punishment for being late to the halftime meeting, Coach kept Harry out for the first five minutes of the third period. When he realized the newbie was letting the game get away from them, they both knew he had no choice but to allow him back in.

So now Harry's attempting to take out his anger on every shot that's catapulted in his direction, expertly blocking the puck time and time again. His heart is thrumming steadily in his chest, he's sweating beneath his gear, but he's zeroed in — not just on the game, but on Malcolm, too.

Harry's waiting. Desperately so. All but begging him to do something so he has an excuse to launch his stupid body through the rink, landing punches to his face so he never has a chance with Y/N ever again.

With seven minutes left of the game, Harry's team is already up by 10. There's no way they're losing this one, especially with the way he's playing. But that's not the goal here.

Malcolm attempts to shoot another shot into their net, which Harry blocks easily, using his stick to send it skidding down the length of the ice. He can tell he's feeling defeated by the way his shoulders deflate slightly, and it makes Harry laugh behind his mask.

And apparently, that's what does it.

Just as he was about to skate away, Malcolm turns to look back at Harry, despite the game continuing on the other side of the rink.

"Something funny?" Malcolm asks, skating closer to his goal.

"Fuck off," Harry spits, slamming his stick down against the ice. "Think you have a game to lose, asshole."

"Is there a problem?" he snaps, inching closer to Harry. He cackles, letting his hockey stick smack down again.

"You're my fuckin' problem." Harry replies. "Get any closer to my goal and I'll kill you."

Malcolm lets out an amused snort, dropping his stick. It's only a moment before he extends his arms in front of him, pushing Harry harshly. Bingo.

He allows him to think he has the upper hand before he lets his own stick to fall, snapping his hand back and allowing it to collide directly with his jaw. A shocked sound falls from Malcolm's lips as he attempts to keep up with Harry's punches, but he falls back against the ice before he's able to get a single shot in. His vision is entirely red as he lands one final blow, feeling two pairs of arms pull him off. He hears loud, high-pitched noises from the refs' whistles, but all Harry can focus on is wanting to see the damage he's caused.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" Coach Brock hisses into his ear. He realizes he's one of the people that stopped him, his hand locked roughly around his wrist as he guides him off the ice. The other hand belongs to the team captain, Dom.

"He was talking shit," Harry mutters, ripping his arm away from Dom's grasp. He reaches up to tear his helmet and face guard off, throwing them on the ground as Coach pulls him to the locker room.

"I don't give a fuck," he sneers, pushing him down onto the bench. The adrenaline is still pumping through his system, making it seem as though he can feel every single cell thrumming in his body. "You're so fucking suspended it's not even funny, Styles."

Harry grumbles as Coach Brock leaves the locker room, slamming the door in his wake. Wordlessly, Dom follows him. He knows they have a giant mess to clean up because of his actions tonight — both literally and figuratively.

Somehow, it doesn’t matter to him, though — not as long as Y/N doesn’t think he’s an animal now.

#bestie asks #writing #hockey h

[rosewaterandivy]

girl crush

Summary: there’s more than two beds, but of course you sleep in his.

W.C.: 2.5k

Warnings: y’all know me - it’ll be the usual! Smut, idolatry, devotion, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), pussy drunk Steve— I don’t make the rules 😤‼️

a/n: aka your first time with Steve, who may or may not be your boyfriend?

🎶 I’ve got a girl crush, I don’t get no sleep, I don’t get no peace, thinkin’ bout her 🎶

“Wish I could babe,” his voice sounds distant over the phone, wind whipping every other word through the mic, “But we just started production out here, we won’t wrap for a while yet.” You’d caught him during a break in filming, miraculously.

Several dates in LA after an introduction from Eddie, and here you are trying (and failing) to plan another. He’s back in California after a press tour and you were fresh off of recording your latest album.

“Well,” you drawl out, “I could come to you?” The question is rushed, breathless, you screw your eyes close in fear of fucking it all up.

A pause.

“You sure?”

“S’easier than dealing with your schedule, Harrington,” you say lightly, “Palm Springs is doable enough.”

He’s working on some indie picture out in the desert, you were murky on the details. You hear shuffling from his end and ‘psst’s trying to get someone’s attention.

“Rob… Rob! Can you– yeah, the address?”

A moment later your phone dings with a notification.

“So,” you say, throwing clothes haphazardly into a bag, “What’ve you got planned for us?”

Three or so hours later finds you in the desert and absolutely ecstatic about it. Dressed down in cut-offs and an old merch tank–or, as dressed down as you could get–you breathe in deep, thankful to be out of LA. Little to no paps and tabloids to be worried about–or worse, Deuxmoi acolytes–so you could finally relax.

Steve met you out front with the fattest joint you’d seen in years, he nearly dropped it when you all but tackled him to the ground. You were so happy to be with him again.

“Little soon to be proposing, no?”

“Think I’d do better than some hydro from Arglye,” he grouses, but you take it from him anyway with a deep inhale, “Says ‘hi’ by the way.”

“Tell him I accept and we’re registered at Tiffany’s,” you say finally, exhaling slowly.

He rolls his eyes, “Okay, Material Girl,” he helps to hoist you back up, “Tour time.”

After the grand tour, which was impressive–“Holy shit, do you have Robin on retainer? ‘Cause if not...”--Steve entertained you in the kitchen, making what he called the ‘secret sauce.’

“Oh, that?” you scoff, pouring some wine, “Had that on date number two, if you’ll recall.” You take a sip and continue with a waggle of your brows, “My compliments to the chef, as ever.”

Steve blushes at that, recalling how pretty you had looked with your glossed lips around his cock, all warm and soft under the dim light from the setting sun. A groan rumbles from his chest as he braces himself against the countertop, knuckles turning white.

“You’re a menace,” he said, voice low and gravelly, before he turned his attention back to the pots and pans on the stove.

You shrug and drink some wine, savoring the crisp tart taste against your tongue. Steve flits from one spot to the next while he cooks, stirring the sauce one moment and blanching veggies the next; all the while, remaining loose enough to pour a second glass of wine for you and another for himself.

Infuriatingly attractive that.

The sun had gone down in the desert while Steve finished with the pasta. You’d assigned yourself the task of setting the table and doing the dishes after dinner. Plates and cutlery arranged, you helped yourself to some salad while Steve served the pasta.

You mouth had already been watering at the mere scent of whatever was bubbling away on the stove, and all it took was one bite to have you audibly moaning at the dinner table. His eyes met yours, mischievous and curious, as he sipped his wine.

“Fuck me, that’s good,” you say with closed eyes, savoring the taste.

Steve laughs quietly across the table.

Dinner goes on, you try to reign in your vocal appreciation of the meal. He fills you in on some details of the shoot, set gossip, and the like. You offer up the scant information you have about the upcoming tour and album release. Clearing the table is easy enough between the two of you, knocking hips every so often as you washed and he dried the dishes.

You ended up in his bedroom, collecting the duffle you’d packed from the guest room down the hall. It was a kind thought, that you would opt for a separate room and your own space; he was hesitant like that, never wanting to assume.

Electing to change in the ensuite bathroom, you step out of the denim cutoffs and fold them neatly on the counter. Shoes had been kicked off at the front door earlier in the evening, leaving you now in an ancient Corroded Coffin shirt that had seen better days. He’s sat on the bed, looking all soft and sweet–tousled hair and wire rimmed glasses framing his face nicely, skin flushed from the wine.

He bit his lip when he saw you come out, hair a mess and legs, legs, legs, but a vision nevertheless. He can’t help himself as you step between his splayed knees at the edge of the bed, his hands coming to rest against he curve of your hips.

“Hey honey,” he murmurs as your arms wrap around his neck.

“Hey Steve,” you greet in return, lips pulled tight in an embarrassed smile.

Gently, he tugs you closer to him, the fabric of the shirt rucking up against your skin. His finger skirts against the back of your thigh, the skin shivering involuntarily. “Missed you,” he says, voice raspy and low.

His soft gaze lingers on you, warm hazel eyes looking up through long lashes. “Missed you too,” you say quietly.

“Yeah?” he asks, fingers grasping at the flare of your hips before he leans back on the bed, “C’mere then.”

As you clamber onto the bed, he lays back against the cool cotton of the duvet pulling you down with him. Substantively seated in his lap, you rest your head against his chest and let out a sigh.

“Comfy?” he says, a hand trailing lazily up and down your back. You nod, fingering the fabric of the shirt between your fingers. Softened by time and wear, paint and lettering disintegrating each time you wore it. It smells comforting like you–cardamom and sandalwood with a hint of something boozy–smells like home.

“I’ll keep you close then.”

His other arms falls against your hips while he continues to trace shapes against your back. You feel his lips leave at the crown of your head before his head falls back against the mattress. It’s quiet and he can tell from the rhythm of your breathing that you’re a few minutes from falling asleep.

The nation’s favorite spitfire in his bed, face nuzzled into his chest, bit by bit chiseling your way into his heart.

Steve lets his teeth worry his bottom lip, willing his nerves not to get the best of him. “Y’know, I really like you.”

“Mmm,” your drowsy moan comforting, the lazy smile tugging at your lips setting off the butterflies in his stomach. “I really like you too.”

Fuck, he hadn’t been this nervous in a while. And yeah, you’d been seeing each other for a minute but not long enough to have the ‘what are we’ conversation.

His hand tangles in your hair, loose and windswept from the drive, fingers scratching lightly at your scalp. A muffled moan pours from your lips and vibrates his chest.

“Sorry, sorry” you slur sleepily, “M’not normally such a lightweight.”

Steve, for his part, doesn’t think anything of it. You’d had, what, one glass of wine at dinner— maybe two? But you could be tired from the drive.

Maybe he’s misreading this thing entirely. A brief flicker of panic licks up his spine; maybe it’s too soon, maybe you just want to sleep—

“Can hear you thinkin’ up there,” you mumble and pull him from his downward spiral. A brief movement as you settle your chin to his chest and glance up. Your eyes are half-lidded and sultry, lips pulled in an enticing fashion.

He grunts when you shift your weight until you’re practically sitting on his chest to keep him breathless. He’s smiling up toward the ceiling, one side of his lips curled upward, jaw slack, easy and yielding because Steve offers himself to everything like this: headfirst and wide-open.

It’s be infuriating if he wasn’t crashing headlong toward you. It’d be irritating if he wasn’t so damn earnest about it.

After a while of feeling out each other's atmosphere, eyes catching every so often before flitting away to focus on something else, Steve arches up to request a kiss, all warmth and need.

You lean down to touch your lips to his gently, brushing your nose with his along the way— a wholly delicate gesture he never would’ve expected from you, but has grown to adore.

“We can go slow,” you breathe against his lips. “Don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

Steve’s stomach swoops. He reaches up to cradle the back of your neck, drawing your forehead to his. “That so?”

You're smiling— so big and beautiful it hurts. And his heart is so loud he thinks you must hear it.

The kiss was clumsy, you chalked it up to too much drink, but the touch of your lips to his burned down his throat, like whiskey and joy— warm and smooth and cataclysmic as his hand cupped your face. You kiss him and Steve hears himself sighing into your mouth. His cheeks flush in excitement because you’re not letting go, so he presses his lips to yours a little slower, a little firmer, learning all the ways you like to feel him there.

“Steve,” you breathe, and it lights him up. “Steve,” you say again, and his eyes slip shut. Even now, he’s crushed with longing.

You press the heat of your core into his groin, grinding your hips into his.  

When your tongue touches him again, he thinks he might go blind. His eyes flutter open as much as they can, to savor the moment of your face so close to his. Your eyes, shut. Your skin, flushed. Your hair, a silky, folded curtain against his chest.

You are straddling Steve’s thigh now, sitting on your knees and moving against his thick limb in slow orbits. The underwear sitting against your hips is still there but does nothing to keep the slickness between your legs at bay. His thigh is moist from it, and it catches a shine in the fading light.

“Need you, baby,” you plead. “Any way you want.”

You glow like a full moon in the night, divining his animal desires with phosphorescent eyes.

Too eager now with permission. Too eager now with the fiercest kind of lust—of love—he lets it go. All for you, and you all for him. He nips at your collar, drowning deeper and deeper. Fingers meandering to hook into the gauzy and damp fabric hiding you from him and pulls. Wants you bare and shuddering beneath him. Hip bones against hip bones, the noises you make—ragged and hoarse—sending tremors down his back.

Steve grips your waist and moves you from his leg. A whimper escapes before it turns into a gasp as he turns you around, back meeting the cool of the sheets. “You call it, sweetheart.” Comes his husky voice in your ear. You know he means it completely.

A moan slips forth when he dives into the back of your shirt and tears it off, does the same with his. He wants to hear that noise again. The two of you are entwined like real lovers, pulling apart only to breathe and whisper to each other.

He falls onto his forearms, touching foreheads together, noses together, lips hovering until you meet him in a sloppy half-kiss, tongue slipping over his, spit and sweat shimmering across your mouth.

Steve doesn’t bother taking his boxer-briefs off completely, crumpling them down just below his cock is enough for him to slide in like he was created for you. He tells you as much, as you whimper and cry out beneath him.

“Look at me,” He prompts, tilting your face so you see where he’s connected to you. He’s searing hot as he thrusts upwards. “You were made for this.” He’s delirious with it, the heavy thrum that flows through the union of your bodies, “You were made for me.”

Like a prayer, he repeats your name.

Inside of that deafening miasma, Steve is still awake and a part of him knows that this is what he’d been longing for. His cock is throbbing inside of you and every time he pulls out and thrusts back in, your cunt wipes any shred of doubt from his mind.

Your head tips backwards and he catches the base of your skull in one giant hand. “So good,” you praise, “You’re so good, Steve.”

God, he’s so hard. Cramming himself inside your body, torso to torso, as close as he can get because he needs it—he needs it so bad.

He’s blind with it, drunk off it, beginning to rut like he’s in heat, surprised at the confessions he burns into your neck g’na marry you, fuck— that have you gasping and clenching in equal measure. Catalogues and litanies of honey, baby, fuckfuckfuck, god—growling devotions sinking into your throat, your shoulder, your chest. Sucking inscriptions in the common tongue of love as they slip past his lips.

You take all of him again and again, matching his pace, eyes squeezed shut, opening briefly but dazed. Panting and pleading his name, sudden waves of orgasm making you shake and shiver. Then he starts again— easier, kinder, letting the beast work its way back through his skin. Tongue sweeping lines. Canines pulling flesh.

You sigh and smile. A sacred dream of flesh and blood wrapped around him. “Wanna see you, baby,” you say, “Let me see you, sweetheart.”

So he does, blinking through the darkness and finds you like a beacon, as you always are, as you always will be. His hair falls to one side, lighter from the summer sun, suspended and rocking along.

“’S that good? Like this?”

“Yeah. Yes,” he babbles, “Wanna give you everything.”

“Come with me, Steve—come on, baby.”

And it’s all so fast. Your words. His words. Your hands. His hands. Hips moving in heavy thrusts and hair falling over his face and endless moans of god, fuck, 'm gonna come at the last minute before his eyes roll back behind his lids.

Steve buries his face into your neck, groaning. “Mine,” he whispers finally coming back to himself. Raspy and slow and again when you gasp. Your nails dig into his back reflexively, thighs squeezing him tight.

He’s smiling like an idiot because he doesn’t know what else to do about it. His heart is fluttering and filling up. He looked at you for too long, thought about you too hard even though you’re right here and his, and maybe that’s what launched itself into his dizzy head.

A hard kiss that makes you whimper. Mine. Another to the line of your open jaw. Mine. Your throat. Your collar. Your chest. Mine. Mine. Mine.

You smile into his temple, rubbing your cheek on him, too. 

“Keeping me all to yourself?”

He nods eagerly, heart full, then overflowing. “Keeping you forever.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fan fiction #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington smut #modern!actor!steve #fic: hmlhr #Spotify

[turtledovenycx]

𝗦𝗰𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗮𝘆𝘀 (𝗛.𝗛𝗝)

🎧Adore you - Harry Styles

“Come for me angel, I wanna see you lose yourself on me.”

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐇𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧

𝐭𝐚𝐠: 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭🔞

𝐖.𝐂 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐱 𝟏.𝟔𝐤

ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴛ. ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅɴɪ

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝐨𝐛, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯), 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱. W𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐩 𝐢𝐭), 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲.

The stillness of the morning is disrupted by the soft moans and whimpers. You sat clad in one of Hyunjin’s long shirts- his artist shirt- the buttons almost undone, your tits exposed for him. It was clear why couples enjoyed wearing each other's clothes. Did all of them get aroused like Hyunjin or was he just horny 24/7 you couldn’t tell, but then again you were not complaining either. 

“What are you thinking about sweetheart?” Hyunjin asked, his morning voice breaking you from your monologue. “Thinking of how you ended up on my lap, grinding on my cock before eight in the morning? Hmm?” His shameless words made your face warm, your cheeks dusting pink. 

You had been the first to wake up that day feeling chilly as you both lay naked under the duvet, limbs all tangled. Your boyfriend is still fast asleep. It was too compelling to stay in bed but you decided against it untangling yourself from Hyunjin you placed a soft kiss on his cheek before exiting the bedroom his long shirt in hand. The coffee machine hummed to life as you prepared coffee for the two of you. Hyunjin was busy looking at his phone when you re-enter the room. “Morning baby, did you make coffee alr-” His words are cut off as he sees you standing at the foot of the bed. The sunlight that seeps from the gaps of the window blinds accentuates the shape of your body when you step in its path, placing the coffee mugs on the bedside table. 

He couldn't stop himself from grabbing your arms and pulling into bed. Again. You giggle in the process making him put on his signature smirk. After he successfully propped you on his lap, your legs on either side of him, he took a moment to take you in. Bare-faced, hair slightly a mess, and in his clothes. He couldn't take his eyes off your raw beauty. 

“Pretty baby, you’re wearing my shirt,” he stated, you nodding along and acknowledging his observation. “You look good….” He said placing his head in the crook of your neck and sighing slightly, his warm breath tickling you. 

“Jinnie…..” you breathed, as he bit the soft skin of your neck before kissing it and moving to mark the skin behind your ear. 

You moaned, one hand placed on the nape of his neck the other on his chest gently prying him off your neck to meet his brown eyes. The long-haired man was still very much naked sans the duvet. His sleepiness was almost gone, eyes now glazed over with lust and adoration. Without another word, he placed his lips on yours guiding you in a passionate yet soft kiss. The coffee was forgotten on the table. 

As his lips moulded with yours and kept you distracted-somewhat- Hyunjin began undoing the top buttons of the shirt, exposing your body to the early breeze in the room. He placed searing kisses on your lips and kissed his way from your lips to your jugular, your collarbone the top of your chest. Your sweet gasps edged him on and as your squirmed on his lap the duvet fell off, goosebumps raisin on his body because of the cold. You were sitting atop his bare cock now. 

“Feel me baby?” he asked taking your hands from his shoulder and placing them on his crotch between your bodies. “Do you feel how hard I am? You do this to me? Mmh … god.” he whispered, groaning into your ears as he persuaded you to palm him. His kisses were desperate and messy. You held onto his shaft feeling how warm and heavy he was in your hand before slowly stroking him to full hardness. Hyunjin groaned into your neck as he held you close, arm around your waist. Even with the limited space you pumped him the best you could, collecting spit on your palm as lube which he rewarded with a kiss, hip bucking into your hands as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. 

He could not take it for long, a few minutes of you stroking he was a whimpery moaning mess at the peak of pleasure. Sensitive from waking up now Hyunjin had his girl in his clothes gripping and touching his dick the big shirt slipping down her shoulder exposing one of her breasts. He came with a loud groan, biting your shoulder as you looked at him through your lashes and smiled. Hyunjin gasped as he saw you lick your hands clean with the most innocent expression.

His deep breath filled the room for a few seconds before he took you by surprise and began kissing your tits.

“Ah-h. H-Hyunjin..” a broken moan leave you as the man took your right nipple into his mouth using his tongue to stimulate it before sucking on the hardened bud. The sensation maddening, you writhed on top of him. He knew how to rile you up how sensitive your pretty nipples were, always hard from his touch. 

“Stay still baby.” he tutted as he gave the same affection to your unattended breast. Your moans consumed him as he placed kisses along your torso reaching skin as much as his neck would allow in that position. What he could not touch with his lips his slender fingers aided. Fluttering touches on your inner thigh contrast with his bruising grip on your waist. You cried out as his fore and middle finger slowly entered you, thumb circling your clit. 

The sting subsided as his fingers slowly worked you open. Hyunjin had steady hands from being an artist a watercolor master at that. He stroked your insides with the same gentleness he used to control his brush. His fingers maintained a steady pace your pussy making a squelching sound in the otherwise quiet room. 

“Hyun… Hyunnie please..” you whined moving your hips in tandem. Hyunjin released your waist and he leaned back on one hand to look at you desperately moving on his fingers. 

“Oh pretty.... look at you. Fucking yourself on my fingers wanna come?” he teased your thumb rubbing small precise figures on your swollen clit. 

You nodded with an 'mmph' as he started to scissor his fingers.

“No please.” you moaned as he pulled it out completely bringing his fingers into his mouth sucking your wetness off. 

Your breath was ragged as you watched him. Hyunjin frantically undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt slipping it off, your naked body on his now. You brought your hands to cover yourself but he stopped you. “What have I told you about covering yourself in front of me? hmm?” he asked holding both your hands behind you as he adjusted your body slipping his cock into your cunt with his other palm. 

You moaned and Hyunjin sighed at the feeling of him entering you. He used his free hand to bring your face to his kissing your lips. “Jinnie… move..” you whispered trying to wriggle your hands free from his hold and move your hips. Hyunjin chuckled before thrusting up into you, entering deeper.

“Ngh..ah” the angle was too much the curve of his shaft perfectly nudging your soft spot making you whine. 

“Oh baby, you feel so warm….” Hyunjin said hips picking up speed as he pushed himself in and out of your pussy. The sound of skin slapping and moans made an erotic symphony as you arched your back. Hyunjin rested his forehead on your sternum hips unfaltering as they thrusted into you. 

“Hyun- I’m gonna…. please I want to come?” you told him. He released your hands as he used both of his to hold onto your body fucking you onto his cock. Your hips met his halfway as you held onto his shoulder finger gripping his hair and pushing his face into the crook of your neck. 

“You gonna come beautiful? You clos- ...oh god you're squeezing me…” he said biting the skin of your neck before gripping your chin and shoving his tongue into your mouth muffling your sounds. His fingers moved to gently press your clit.

“Come for me angel, I wanna see you lose yourself on me.” his words were like affirmations your pussy obliged soon finishing on his dick. He followed all broken moans and stuttering hips.

You rested your forehead on his as the two of caught your breath. “Well, the coffee is cold now,” Hyunjin said breaking the atmosphere and you giggled. He kissed your lips once, twice, once more before you stopped him. 

“I need to wash up.” you said sitting straighter hands locked behind his neck. 

“Good idea. I’ll eat you out in the shower.” Hyunjin said throwing the duvet farther before getting up. 

“What?! No Hyunjin! Put me down!!” you yelped as he carried you out of the bedroom. You wriggled your feet as he landed a soft slap on your ass laughing maniacally.

The birds chirped outside as the sun’s scattered rays entered the room. The two of you entered the bathroom shutting the door. Hyunjin pushed you into the shower cabin. It was his day off and Hyunjin did not plan on using it to rest. What a great morning!

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A/N: Just a short one-shot thingy inspired by a soft Hyunjin thought I had I hope you enjoy it.

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Teacher’s Pet III

A/N: the moment you have been waiting for is here. a fan favorite has made a return. It’s been a year? maybe more? I hope it was worth the wait!! planning a part 4 finale for this, promise it will not take a year this time hehe - n + d

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pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

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Harry was hooked, effectively fucked.

He was spending a ridiculous amount on her streams and paying extra for sessions to speak to her. He couldn’t get enough, not when he knew he could have her so easily. Oddly enough, she had began to text him outside of the hours allotted and he didn’t mind at all. She was quite bright.

Was it wrong of him to do this? To take on the fact that his student was doing wonderful sex work and then help her tutor every week? Yeah. Probably. But no one had quite gotten him off like she had. She was so needy and so willing to give in to him, the pleading tone of her voice making his cock grow heavy with need. Y/N was able to so easy give up all her inhibitions and connect– and that was truly something he hadn’t experienced before. His ego grew every time she sent him a message, especially when he knew he’d been the object of her affection. She was in class when it happened the first time. His phone buzzed in his pocket, only for him to check when the movie had started that she had texted him she was wet. His spirit became brighter after that day.

When she had texted him a simple hello? He responded promptly. It was a Tuesday night, nothing special.

‘Hello, princess. May I help you?’ He responded.

Was it wrong for her to pay special attention to a guy from her streams? He was paying her for every conversation, sitting in on every stream. God, how did he even have the money to stay for as long as he did? She truly didn’t know, but it was hot. Really hot.

His body was stuck in her mind, every time she got off she thought about him and him making a total and complete mess of her. It excited her, his words edging her on. Of course, she was a sucker for whatever he gave her... she desperately wanted to hear him too. She had heard his moans, but she wanted to hear more.

Y/N was definitely buttering him up, texting him whenever she felt like it had been a few days and she felt like she could. They were forming quite the friendship. She hated to think that the reason she got so wet over this daddyh character was because he in a way reminded her of her professor.

‘yes please 🥺’

‘Sorry if this is a lot but I’m feeling really needy today’

Y/N had to meet with her professor tomorrow and she was desperate for some relief so she wouldn’t accidentally do something when he tutored her tomorrow. She just wanted to live in that little fantasy while she could.

‘That’s perfectly fine, sweetheart.’

‘Actually, it does please me quite a bit to know I’m the one you’re coming to.’

He had double texted and felt his stomach warm at the fact that she had chosen him. She had decided that he was the one she wanted to talk to while she was being needy, that she was in need and want to speak to. Their conversations weren’t always sexual— they’d spoken about a plethora of things. But there was always that... tension. And more often than not, she would hint that she was all alone in bed and it would spiral at that.

‘What can I do for you, baby? How can I help...’

He was wanting so badly to know how he could help her. If she wanted just more attention, or if she wanted something else. Money, too. He would give her anything she desired.

Y/N felt her stomach warm up, genuinely pleased at the fact that he was more than happy with her sending him messages like this. She didn’t want to seem clingy or like she was trying to get money from him, she genuinely enjoyed talking to him and he was a very good and loyal viewer of hers so why not.

‘awe good 🥰’

‘I’m happy to hear that’

Not only was he good at keeping conversation but he had proven time and time again that he was caring and it made her heart swell. Y/N wasn’t one to fall for people just like that, but he was slowly ticking off her boxes and she was so so needy for something to get her mind off of her professor. When he asked what he could do for her? She decided to be a little bold.

‘I was thinking maybe we could do a call?’

‘Free of charge of course! Really, I just thought it would be nice to actually get to talk to you and stuff :)’

Harry didn’t see an issue. Voices over the phone sounded distorted and if he spoke lowly in his throat, then he didn’t see the problem. Especially because he really, really would like it.

He decided to call instead of responding. Maybe he was a bit bold in that, but it didn’t matter. He was more than happy to speak to her and wanted to hear her voice in real time. He was praying that she was going to use that cute voice she did when she spoke to his username on the live stream.

“Hello, love.” He said when she answered. His voice was more gravelly and deeper, laying back on his bed. “Why are you feelin’ needy?”

“Hiii” A whine left from her lips once she heard him speak. “You didn’t tell me you had an accent....” Y/N was a pool in her panties. His voice was so deep and low, her pussy was already throbbing. “Daddy, you.... I love your voice.” She said shyly, feeling like he was really just her wet dream.

“I had an okay day today, I was studying and stuff but I just get really frustrated sometimes... my professor is really nice about it though.” Y/N’s Professor also happened to be British so this wasn’t making things any easier on her.

It was insane to hear her arousal. She had whined at his voice. He loved how she said Daddy so naturally, so eager to talk to him. The way she brought him up too— he was curious.

“M’sorry I didn’t, sweet girl. I forget I have an accent.” He wasn’t lying either— he really did forget often that he had an accent and that it was different than hers. Lack is awareness maybe. He’d been living in the states for a while now.

“Thank you for the compliment. And I understand being frustrating, studying must be hard. But you’re such a good girl for doing it anyway.” He was taunting a little bit, slipping the good girl in there without a second thought. “I’m also glad to hear your professor is nice. Good teachers are always an asset to the learning of students.” He murmured, stretching out on the bed. He could hear shuffling on the other side and chuckled.

Y/N was lapping this up. She swore hearing him just like that wasn’t enough, she wished she put on headphones so she could hear him as if he was right there with her but this would do. Instead, she decided to put him on speaker stripping out of the clothes she had left so she could just be naked.

“Y’alright? Moving quite a bit  over there.”

“Yeah— sorry, I just got really hot so I took of my shirt.” Y/N told him, “We don’t have to do stuff right now either, I just wanted to talk to you and hear your voice.” She felt the warmth in her cheeks rising like crazy, knowing that maybe it was a bit much to say to someone who was merely a supporter of hers but she meant it.

“How was your day? What did you do?” Y/N wanted to know. She could just listen to his voice and touch herself and he wouldn’t know, gently caressing her breasts and hips and ass. Y/N was tough starved, hungry for it. Quite desperate too.

“Hm... well; I ate a good breakfast. Went to work, stayed a bit longer than normal. It was a fairly normal day, I suppose. Had some food and came home.” He was talking to a shirtless Y/N on the phone and he knew damn well there wasn’t anything innocent going on in her mind.

“Tell me why you feel so needy.” He questioned. “S’it something you feel often? Or is it a new thing?” Harry wanted to be the one she was needy for. It seemed like he was though; just by how often they communicated and how sweet she was to him. Both at classes and over the phone.

Y/N hummed at his answer, closing her eyes and fully letting herself sink into that deep throaty tone that he had. He sounded so damn sexy she felt like she could cum just listening to him talk about anything. “I’m glad you had a good day.” She cooed, letting out a sigh without realizing it.

“Yeah... pretty often..” Y/N spoke and then thought about how to word this properly. “You know how I said I had a really nice professor?... He reminds me of you...” She explained, hoping that it didn’t make him feel weird. He did say he liked it when she wore the school girl outfit the other day on live so maybe it was a kink of his too? “Then I just think about you and I get so wet and I don’t want to be a bother... but thinking about you always makes me feel so good and I wish you could be here helping me...” Y/N’s tone was breathy as she started to play with her clit.

“Oh, baby. I already know that you’ve been touching at yourself this whole time.” He smirked to himself, hand holding his length in his briefs. God, she was perfection. “Get wet thinking about getting fucked by a professor, hm? You’re quite the naughty girl. Know that you get extra slick in your videos whenever I say something like that.” Oh, he noticed. “Wear that tiny little skirt in the uniform, I love it. I very much wish I was there to help you. I know that your little clit is probably all swollen. Probably feels really good to touch, yeah?”

Y/N let out another audible whine, hearing him talk dirty the way he texted? It was a whole different level of arousal she couldn’t even begin to explain how her body felt. She wanted more, she needed more. “I’m sorry, daddy, I can’t help it... you just sounds so good, it makes my pussy ache... I want more! Please let me touch more, please!”

“Fuck me... it aches, does it princess? M’sorry I’m not there to fix it.” He cooed, cock jumping at the thought. He was fucking aroused, wanting her cunt so badly he could punch something. His briefs were thrown to the side, Harry spitting thickly into his palm before wrapping it around his cock, stroking slowly.

Of course if he was going to pull her kinks out she would use his against him. It would only make him get a bit more heated, make his voice that much darker and deeper. “It feels so nice to touch...” Y/N let out another whimper like moan. “Are you touching yourself too daddy? Did I get your cock swelling for me?”

“Mm. Course I am, you always get me hot. You’re just... so fucking dirty. But you keep it relatively tame on your lives.” He muttered. “Know there’s a dirtier girl. Filthy. The way you talk to just me... know it.” He bit down on his lip at her next phrase, hearing her impatience and need for his touch and cock. That’s what made him feel even better.

She felt her breathing pick up, deciding she wanted to get her vibrator out because she knew she could tease herself and make this last much longer than she could with just her fingers.

“All I want is to be stuffed full of your cock!”

“You’re so impatient, princess. Already touching all over your parts and begging for cock. Can’t help yourself.”

“Please daddy...” Y/N whimpered, bucking her hips up against her vibrator, having it set on the lowest setting but it was already doing a lot. “Want to feel you— fuck.. feel you stretch me out.” She was teasing her entrance, he had gifted her a dildo and sent it to her PO Box. It was the only one she used now.

“I want photos.” He snapped at her. “Sitting there wasting such a nice sight, not letting Daddy see? That isn’t what I want.” He could hear her. “Your little cunt is soaked and I can hear it. What are you using, hm? Your fingers? A nice toy? Let me see.” He was demanding photos and maybe that was out of line but he knew she liked being bossed around in bed and would love to please him.

Y/N swore he brought the filth out of  her. She knew she could be dirtier than most on her streams but with him she turned into a proper animal. It was mostly because he called to everything she wanted when it came to a sexual partner, fulfilled her fantasies.

“Told you I was needy, Daddy!” Y/N whined, “want you to come here and fuck me, make me scream— Ah! Mmm, make me beg and cry for your to let me cum. Want you to force it out of me, over and over! Want you to use me..”

“So what you’re saying... you want to be daddy’s little fuckdoll?” He murmured darkly. “Want me to take what I want from you and make your pussy cum over and over until you’re a drooling mess?” He rubbed his thumb over the tip of his cock. “Are you being a good little slut and taking photos for daddy? I want to see your pussy spread open.”

Y/N let out a whine, knowing that she would have to stop what she was doing just to take pictures and she was wondering if maybe turning on her camera would be better. She set up her phone, the way she usually did if she was doing these sessions to take photos and turned her video on so he could see.

“Look daddy..” Y/N whimpered, knowing she wouldn’t be able to see him but that was fine. As long as she could hear him, that’s all that matters. She sat back with her back against her pillows, spreading her legs and showing him what was going on.

His own private show. It was all for him after all. Y/N giggled a little bit when she heard his reaction, setting the dildo that he bought her in front of the camera before leaning down and starting to suck in it as if it were his cock, looking up at the camera.

“Fuck, baby. That’s my little slut.” He growled, watching her give him the best gift. She was shameless and he loved for it. The way she just simply gave him everything, spread legs and looking right at the cane for him... he was incredibly turned on.

“Suck that cock. S’what your mouth is made for, isn’t it? To suck your daddy off, make me cum in your slutty mouth.” He was so aroused, watching her take it deeper into her throat. It was torture  that she wasn’t really sucking him. “Your little pussy aches so badly all the time, doesn’t it? S’cause you were meant to be stuff full of my cock all the damn time. Spread your legs a bit more for me, baby. That’s what I want.” He was stroking himself steadily, spitting on the hand every so often.

Y/N smiled when she pulled off of the cock, slapping it on her flat tongue a bit before pulling back and spreading her legs for him the way he had asked. Being a cam girl really came in handy, she really knew all the right angles and knew just what to say. She was horny too, hearing him praise and humiliate her all at once. It was the perfect mixture of what she loved.

“Daddy... did you buy me this cause it’s big like you?” She asked curiously, bringing the dildo up to her mouth once more so she could lick up the base of it. Y/N watched the camera curiously, knowing she wouldn’t see his face, but knowing he could get the pleasure in knowing she was looking right at him. Her hands moved to bring the dildo to her core again, starting to push it into her slowly but surely. Her head fell back as she moaned in excitement, “Wish it was you! Fuck! Daddy!” Y/N was a whining mess, grabbing at her breasts to ease some tension.

“Mm. I’m a little bigger than that.” He wasn’t lying either. But he was too focused on the view he had. “Fuck me, look at it stretch your open. Got such a tiny cunt, swollen and pink. You use it so much, get yourself to cum so many times. Have all those filthy fucking perverts watching your sweet little body. Wishing they could have a taste. Like a little tempting candy.” He watched her slide it in and out of her pussy.

“Push it all the way in. That’s it. All the way.” He instructed. Her mouth fell open as she struggled a little to take it but he watched it settle in all the way. “Press on your tummy. You feel that? Feel how full you are? S’what I could do for you. Make you even more full than that.” He admitted.

“Of course you wish it was me. You want a hand on your throat and fingers in your mouth. You want to be held down and used like the precious little cunt you are.”

Y/N was close to throwing a tantrum. She wanted it! She wanted him. Every little push of the dildo inside of her was sending her, the combination of his voice and just how deep it was inside her? Y/N swore she was ready to risk it all. If she didn’t know any better she would give him her address and tell him to come over now but she wasn’t that stupid. She didn’t really know him as much as she thought she might have.

“Daddy!” Y/N whimpered, taking a sharp harsh breath. “It’s so deep...” Her voice was quiet as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, thinking about the scenario he had just told her about. She shuddered in response, letting out another loud whine before starting to thrust it in and out of her at a rapid pace. “I want it to be you...” Y/N moaned out, “please— I want it to be you, please.” She was wondering where he was from in that moment, if it would be easy for him to get here. She couldn’t stop thinking about his body, now she had a voice to match it. Y/N just knew he had to be attractive.

“I love hearing you beg. You’re filthy. I love that shit, you know that princess? I love hearing you beg for my cock. I’m just watching you fuck yourself and thinking about it being me... you’re going crazy.” He chuckled. “Fuck, you’re so wet too. Christ sake, you messy bitch. Look at the mess you’ve made on your sheets. Look at the little puddle.” He grit his teeth.

“Want that on my sheets. If I was there I would shove that pretty face in that stain and fuck your cunt open. Keep it held down there. Maybe I’d make you lick it up too. Depends how mean m’feeling.” His pace of his hand quickened.

Y/N couldn’t believe the words that were coming from his mouth. She wanted it to be real, the whine that left her mouth was primal. She was so so close and his words only edged her on, Y/N couldn’t formulate words she was just babbling at this point and she didn’t care.

“Daddyiwan— oh mhm, fuck!” A high pitched squeal hit when she added the vibrator back into the mix. Within seconds she was properly dripping on the bed, her thighs and ass slick and glistening from the light she had in her room. It didn’t much longer for her to cum. Her body shaking at the release, she screamed out for him, resisting the urge to call him by Professor Styles’ name. All she could picture was his face on this man’s body. Y/N was shaking and squealing as she left the vibrator on her sensitive clit, visibly clenching around the fake cock that was inside of her.

“Please, please, please, please!” She was begging, but she wasn't sure what for. Her body felt hot, muscles tensing at the delicious feeling.

“Don’t move it, princess.” Harry hummed, “You can give me another won’t you?” He was close to his on release, prepared to milk his cock entirely for her. Every shaky breath and plead that came from her only pushed him closer and closer to the edge. “So good baby, give me another one, I know you want to…”

"Fuck!” Y/N squeaked, the sensitivity made her legs twitch. It hurt so good, the feeling was like a drug to her. Every pulse of the vibrator against her clit had her mewling, heat spreading throughout her body in waves, her breathing becoming heavy once again.

“That’s it… just like that, cream all over that cock like you would mine.” Harry spoke through his clenched teeth. She was utterly perfect, he couldn’t take his eyes off the screen. Y/N had been doing this all for him, of course she didn’t know it was him, but it was him none the less. The eyes they gave each other during class, the teasing during her streams, Harry wanted to feel her in the flesh. He imagined his hands all over her, coaxing more and more orgasms out of her with both his hands and the toys. For now this would do, watching her body begin to thrash due to the force behind the orgasm.

“You look beautiful…” Harry thought out loud, seconds before he himself felt his orgasm ripping through him. The sound of low groans and the slick of his hand against his cock filled the room, his eyes never leaving her body on the screen. So sweet and laid out for him on her bed, how he wished he could be there to lap up every bit of cum she had given him.

“Did so good for me, bunny.” He hummed, swallowing thickly as he started coming to his senses again. He cleared his throat and watched as she beamed, sitting up to grab the phone from its spot. How on earth was he ever going to let her go knowing she was so close to him?

“Go take a shower and rest up for me, yeah? I’ll see you tomorrow.” He spoke without a second thought about their class tomorrow. Surely, that wouldn’t be where her mind went.

But it did.

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[bopbopstyles]

I JUST WANT A LOVER PT.2

RATING: R/smut (graphic sex, nipple play, lil holding of wrists above head)

WORD COUNT: 4.3k (and like 90% smut just for y'all b/c i couldn't stop myself i'm a slut <3 also i did not edit this sorry not sorry)

CATEGORIES: one night stand!harry

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a/n: SURPRISE BITCHES!!!!!! y'all loved pt1 so much that i just couldn't help myself. perhaps not my finest work, but banged this out in like two hours for you all. luv u bunches, hope this is the happy ending you wanted (plus 95% smut including some JUICY lil thangs) XOXO thank you so much for the support of IJWAL — missed y'all <3

“I have a secret.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm,” he mumbled, slotting his lower body between yours. You could feel his cock brush against your center deliciously, and it’s like it hadn’t been inside you less than twelve hours ago from the way your body lit up. “I might tell you, but only if you’re really, really nice to me.” 

He nosed at your forehead with his nose, tilting your head back slightly so he could look directly into your eyes. You loved when guys could match you with banter, could be all fun and playful after a hookup. Otherwise it was just awkward. So, you played along. “Nice, hmm?” You said, lifting your hands from their spot on the sheets and trailing your fingertips up his sides. 

The way Harry’s body tensed immediately caught your eye, and you loved it. The fact that you had the same effect on him that he had on you did wonders for your self esteem, and encouraged the playful fire burning in your stomach. 

“Wonder how I could be nice to you,” you teased, splaying your fingers across his torso and and pressing gently into the skin, watching his abdomen muscles ripple under your pressure. 

“I could think of a few ways,” he breathed out, eyes darting all over your face. 

or

It's the morning after and they're both really into each other (still)

In the morning, you learned, Harry was far too chipper. You were usually a gremlin until you’d had at least one cup of coffee, at which point you reached everyone’s-favorite-neighborhood-grump status, and after at least two hours of being awake you were usually finally able to have a conversation without grimacing repeatedly at how much you didn’t want to speaking. 

So therefore, waking up to find Harry stretched out next to you scrolling TikTok with a smile on his face was not quite your favorite start to the morning. At least, on paper. But for some reason, when he looked over and smiled at you, you couldn’t help but think you might reach your nice stage a little faster this morning. 

“Morning,” Harry said, locking his phone and placing it on his bedside table. “Sleep okay?”

You pushed your hair out of your face and sat up, scooting backward until your back hit his headboard. “Apart from you being the hottest human known to man and roasting the whole night, yeah.”

He grinned at you. “Hottest, eh?”

You rolled your eyes at him. “I meant temperature-wise, you idiot.”

Harry chuckled and reached over to the bedside table, grabbing a glass of water. “Here, got this for ya.” He passed it to you, fingers brushing yours as you took the glass from his grip. Even though the two of you had sex last night, you couldn’t help but notice how warm and soft his hands were, and how they sent a shiver ripping down your body. 

“Thank you,” you told him, glancing around the room. Last night you’d only seen in the partial darkness, the only light while you’d been having sex coming in from the street—which was enough to see Harry in all of his glory, but not enough to make out the intricate details of his room. 

It was covered in art, you quickly noticed. Not framed, valuable, and hung art, but sheets of drafting paper with sketches on them, little napkins with drawings, and smaller watercolors. You could tell that there was a recurring style of drawing and painting across the papers, but not necessarily all the same—they could’ve been done by multiple people. In the corner was a record player, an old and nice one, you thought, and a set of speakers with too many records to fit in the storage unit he had. They were in stacks on the ground next to the turntable, spines out so you could see the name of the record. That, you thought, tracked with what he’d told you—that he was a musician and worked in a record store. 

At the end of the bed was his dresser, with the hem of shirts poking out from drawers and the top scattered with various items. Nail polish, a dish of tons of vintage rings, a couple of necklaces hanging from pins in the wall. A couple bottles of cologne, and a stack of books with a photo frame on top. Above the dresser was a circular mirror, and in it you could see yourself and Harry perfectly. In fact, a little too perfectly—your hair was sticking in all directions after having gotten wet in the shower and there was a rim of black from old mascara under your eyes you’d been too lazy to scrub off last night. Harry, on the other hand, looked perfect with his five o’clock shadow and pink lips begging to be kissed, hair tousled like it was meant to be like that. 

You ignored your reflections, enjoying your perusal of his room, and turned to see his desk on the other wall of the room, where two large windows by New York City standards stood, letting in morning light through heavy curtains. There were papers all over the desk, black ink scribbles scattered across them, and a stack of black leather notebooks in the corner next to a cup of black pens (all the same kind, he must have a type). A computer sat on the desk, covered by paper, as well as a very fun mushroom lamp that make you smile. 

“So?” You turned back to Harry, confused. “What’s your assessment?”

“Of what?”

“My room you were obviously just investigating.”

Oh. He had been watching you explore his space. “That you’re very artistic?”

He smiled, and then replied with a nod. “That’s true.”

“Are those drawings all yours?”

He shook his head. “A lot of them are my sister’s. She’s older, and sends them to me in a care package once a month. Her way of showing me the world around her. Been doing it since she was at university, so what’s up in a mixture of stuff from years. The others are mine.”

It was sweet, you thought, how close he seemed to be with his sister. “Is she an artist?”

“Nah, she’s teaching history. Unlike me, she decided that it was better to keep her artistic passions just for herself. She told me once that she didn’t believe in that whole idea that if you do something you love for your job you never work a day in your life. She told me’ It’s still work at the end of the day,’ so she just does it in her free time. Kind of jealous she can do that.”

You rotated slightly onto your side, able to look at him better “You can’t?”

“It’s funny, for a long time I never thought I’d do anything related to music. But then it was like it kept begging me to try it out. For a while I thought that my friends were playing a joke on me because every pub night I went to there was an open mic night.” You laughed at that, and he smiled at you. “And there was this feeling that the music was just spilling out of me. It would come to me at the funniest times, especially on the subway or when I was walking home, and I’d have to write it down or it’d never get out of my head. So I finally just decided to take it as a sign.”

“That’s really amazing,” You told him, meaning every word. He looked suspicious of your statement though. “To have something that you are that passionate about. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that way about something. Always wanted to. Thought there was something wrong with me, even, that I didn’t have a passion like all my other friends.”

Then, Harry did the sweetest thing you’d ever had happen to you during a one night stand. He reached up and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear that had escaped, his fingertips trailing down your neck as he withdrew his hand. It was like he craved your skin as much as you where craving touching his, with his chest exposed, his many tattoos on display. 

Finally, he spoke, and when he did, his voice was rougher than it had been before. “You’re not missing out,” he said. “Sometimes I wish I could shut it off. Would make life a hell of a lot easier.” 

His words were so raw, so honest. 

“Well,” he said, clearing his throat. “Isn’t this intimate for a morning after conversation.”

You laughed, pushing gently against his shoulder. “Hey, I thought it was cute.”

“Just what every man wants to hear first thing in the morning,” he answered, rolling towards you and propping himself up on his wrists so he was hovering over you. “I have a secret.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm,” he mumbled, slotting his lower body between yours. You could feel his cock brush against your center deliciously, and it’s like it hadn’t been inside you less than twelve hours ago from the way your body lit up. “I might tell you, but only if you’re really, really nice to me.” 

He nosed at your forehead with his nose, tilting your head back slightly so he could look directly into your eyes. You loved when guys could match you with banter, could be all fun and playful after a hookup. Otherwise it was just awkward. So, you played along. “Nice, hmm?” You said, lifting your hands from their spot on the sheets and trailing your fingertips up his sides. 

The way Harry’s body tensed immediately caught your eye, and you loved it. The fact that you had the same effect on him that he had on you did wonders for your self esteem, and encouraged the playful fire burning in your stomach. 

“Wonder how I could be nice to you,” you teased, splaying your fingers across his torso and and pressing gently into the skin, watching his abdomen muscles ripple under your pressure. 

“I could think of a few ways,” he breathed out, eyes darting all over your face. 

“Oh yeah?” You pushed at his right shoulder, forcing him back to his pillow and onto his back. With ease, you sat up and slotted your knees on either side of his hips. But you didn’t rest yourself on his body, instead you hovered above him, suddenly thankful for the pilates you’d become obsessed with lately, because your legs didn’t shake immediately. “Wonder if I could guess a couple of them.”

Harry’s eyes were wide, staring at you. His gaze was locked on your tits, which were uncovered and bare for him to see, and you loved the attention, the feeling of warm from his gaze on your body. “I think you might be onto something.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, gently lowering onto his bare cock and brushing delicately up and down on him, the friction making both of you moan. Then, you lifted right back up, hovering on your knees, with Harry staring up at you in disbelief. However, he didn’t make a sound, just watched you, mesmerized. 

You reached below you and held his length in your hand, running your hand up and down, watching the muscles in his jaw clench with every stroke. Then, you lifted his tip and brushed him against your slit, which by this point was most definitely wet. And you knew he could feel it. 

The sound that left his throat as you ran his tip along you slit but not inside it sent your brain into overdrive. You barely resisted the temptation to slip him inside, but you wanted to tease him, to make him beg to fuck you. That desire managed to help you hold onto your sanity as you slipped just the very smallest amount of his tip inside of you and then rose up out of reach. 

The man below you whined when you lifted up, his hands curling around your thighs and tightening. “Fuck,” he breathed out. “Fuck.”

But you weren’t done. You rested his cock flat on his hips and lowered yourself down, rubbing your pussy back and forth on his length, and letting yourself get lost in the feeling. Because you could come to this feeling alone—the feeling of his skin, the warmth of him, the way his tip notched in your clit and made you bite your lip delicately. Your head dropped back and your hands crept up your body, fingers pulling and kneading at your breasts. At this point any semblance of self-consciousness had left you and you were consumed in your own pleasure, in chasing your own orgasm regardless of who was there to witness it. 

In fact, if Harry’s hands hadn’t slipped under yours, you could’ve forgotten he was even there. But then his fingers crept under yours and pushed your hands off your breasts, and his own replaced yours. His fingers were rougher than yours, the tip of his thumb calloused from pressing down on his guitar strings, and you loved how it felt on your skin. The rough graze of skin on yours, and the way his hands were larger than yours and could hold more of your breasts in his hands. And then he started to knead them and your mouth dropped open a tad, just enough for a whimper to escape your throat. 

“Feel good, baby?” He asked, the pet name dropping from his mouth and melting into your veins, filed away for your fantasies later, once you were truly on your own. The way it sounded coming from his lips, the way the syllable left his tongue. 

His tongue. Your head perked up and you found his eyes, which were already staring at you. You wanted his tongue. You bent your head and down and his lips rose to meet yours, crashing together in the press of need and desire. His lips parted with ease when you brushed against them with the tip of your tongue, and then you had access to what you wanted. When his tongue touched yours, you curled your fingers in his hair and pulled gently, the feeling of being consumed by him taking over. Your hips were still moving back and forth, and you just needed more and more of him. It wasn’t enough. 

“More,” you mumbled, pressing your forehead to his, hands on his shoulders for leverage. 

“What do you want, angel?” A new pet name that you filed away.

What did you want? You thought about it for a split second and let the first thought that flashed into your mind take hold. When you needed to finish, the thing that always put you over the edge was a tad bit of pain. Your favorite, by far, when you were like this—touch starved and needy—was on your nipples, though. 

So you grabbed his hands, and maneuvered them so his thumbs and forefingers caught around your nipple, and pressed the together. The pain shot through you in a delicious way—not too intense, but enough to make your pussy tighten at the sensation. 

Harry let out a sound that you couldn’t place. Somewhere between a groan and a whine and the sound of your name. “That, hmm, baby? Like a bit of pain?”

You nodded so fast, not wanting him to stop. 

“Fuck, okay. Tell me if it’s too much, yeah?” You nodded once more, and then you lost yourself in the feeling. 

He varied the pressure, giving your nipples a break but then pressing harshly so it always felt like a jolt of pain—which is exactly what you liked. The surprise. It made your hips speed up in time, head lolling from side to side as breathy moans escaped your mouth, sounding something like his name. 

You hadn’t had this feeling in a minute, and you missed it. The all-consuming feeling of chasing an orgasm with someone else, of the combination of friction and pain, your absolute favorite that never failed you. 

“You are so hot,” he mumbled, quietly and almost to himself. But you heard it. 

And it happened to toss you right over the edge. The pressure on your nipples was too much and you could feel how hard he was, and the wetness of you made you slide right along his ridges and fuck it was too much. You crashed into an orgasm, a fire of glory that left your body quivering, fingers tightening on Harry’s shoulders. “Fuck,” you breathed out shakily, eyes opening after the shocks quieted in your system.

They found Harry immediately, his gaze on yours. “Good?”

“Mhmm,” you answered, twirling your fingers at the nape of his neck where his hair was. “You’re good at that.”

He chuckled. “I think you’re better—nearly came watching that.”

“Yeah?” You reached down and brushed your fingertip over his tip. 

His hips jolted at the touch, hands tightening from their new location on your hips. “Good lord, woman, gonna kill me.”

You cocked your head to the side. “I hope not. Was hoping to have another round.” You don’t think he realized he did it, but his tongue slipped out and wiped across his lips. 

“I’d be—fucking hell.”

You’d slipped him inside of you mid-sentence, so fast he didn’t realize it. And the feeling of him inside of you was absolute fucking heaven. You were still tight from your orgasm and dripping, and he was rock hard—the triple threat meant that your body shook ever so slightly at the feeling, your sensitivity making how good he felt send you into overdrive. Gently, you rose up, slipping your ankles onto the tops of his thighs to gain leverage, and then back down. 

The way he bore so deep inside of you made you groan, low and deep. And with that, you were moving without even realizing it—and then Harry was above you. 

He’d flipped you on your back. 

And with one look at his eyes, you knew there was no way he was going to let you move an inch. His gaze was ravenous, like a caged animal just freed. His eyes were devouring you, taking every morsel of you. 

Then, he started to move. 

His hips snapped forward and you cried out from how intense it was, the cry quickly turning into a flurry of moans and his name, falling from your mouth without pause as he fucked you hard. It was intense and delicious. His cock brushed so deep inside of you that it made your eyes roll back (not that you’d admit that to him), the pace he set forcing your hands to scramble across his skin to find something to hold onto. You ended up deciding on the duvet cover you’d slept under, hands above your head and fingers curled in the material, mouth dropped open in a silent scream that you couldn’t quite find the air for in your lungs because he was fucking it all out of you. 

“You feel so good,” he mumbled, yet another phrase in the mess of words leaving his mouth in that low, gravely, delectable voice of his. That was quickly followed by, “Your pussy feels like heaven” and “Never leaving, I swear to God”.

Somewhere in that train of words, you realized that he was bare inside of you. 

You had been the one to put him inside of you, but you had obviously been to fucked out of your mind to even realize it, because now he was completely bare inside of your pussy. 

“Harry,” you said. “You forgot a condom.”

The man, to his credit, immediately stilled inside of you. “Fuck,” he mumbled. “Didn’t—how the fuck didn’t I realize that? Would like to at least be conscious when I get to feel your pussy bare for the first time.” He looked at your face. “Now I understand why you feel so good. Fuck—um, can you grab one? In the drawer on your right side.”

You looked at him, looking at you, and felt the clench of your walls around his bare cock, and made an incredibly impulsive decision. “You clean?”

“Yes,” he answered immediately. “You?”

“Yes. And have an IUD. Keep going, please—just don’t come inside.”

“Fuck,” he said, and then he resumed his relentless pace. “Promise, angel—promise I won’t. Where do you want me to come, baby?”

“My tits,” you replied without a pause, and that made the gorgeous man above you groan harshly, one of his hands traveling up your body to tweak your nipple. You let out a squeak and then a moan as he continued, obviously using his newfound novel of your kinks to his advantage. 

“I love your breasts, goddamn,” he said, each word enunciated by a separate thrust. 

You could feel droplets of sweat dropping onto your skin, the sign of his exertion, and you loved the feeling. Loved watching him come undone above you. Craving him deeper, you lifted your legs and curved your calves around his hips, tugging him higher up your body and deeper inside you. Both of you groaned deeply, and then he did something you didn’t expect, but were immediately intoxicated by. 

He reached up to where your hands were curled in the duvet, and pushed your wrists together, and then wrapped his hand around them, holding your hands above your head. Most of his weight was in his other hand which was on the bed, so it didn’t put too much pressure on your wrists, but just enough to where you knew he was using the leverage to keep you in place. And it made your eyes flutter shut and hips arch up into him. 

The combination of all of this made his pace pick up, a stream of words falling from his mouth as he fucked you hard and fast and deep, just how you wanted it. You loved how talkative he was while he fucked you, something most men weren’t. 

Your second orgasm was rising quickly, rippling through your body and you couldn’t do a thing to stop it. You opened your eyes and looked up at him, those green eyes finding yours immediately. “Gonna come,” you informed him, pussy tightening as if on command. 

His grip on your wrists tightened and he fucked you harder, a brutal pace that had you calling out his name, not even thinking about the fact that he definitely had roommates, because all you wanted was your orgasm, and you wanted everyone to know he gave it to you. 

Just as you came, your orgasm ripping through you like an unstoppable wave, Harry pulled himself out of you and you dropped your legs immediately, knowing he was going to come. He moved up the length of you and you scooted down, out of breath and panting from your orgasm but wanting his come on your breasts anyway. He tugged twice on his length and then come was painting stripes on your skin, warm on your clammy skin. 

“Holy fuck,” he breathed, hovering above you, panting. 

You smiled up at him, and when his hands released your wrists you reached down, pushing a forefinger through the streaks of come on your chest. Harry watched in awe as you brought your finger to your mouth, savoring his taste—salty and delicious. 

“You,” he said, eyes on your mouth. “You are amazing.”

“You’re not too bad yourself,” you replied, gazing up at him, wondering how you would be able to give him up. You were addicted. 

Two hours later, after an Uber Eats delivery for some coffee and bagels which were consumed in bed before Harry went down on you again, pulling yet another orgasm from you, and a very heated makeout session, you were tugging on your coat in his room. Harry was pulling on a pair of pajama pants, and when he placed a pair of glasses on his nose you smiled. 

“Didn’t know you wore glasses,” you told him.

“Lots of things you don’t know about me.” He moved toward you and wrapped his hands around your hips, tugging your body into his. Your mouth met his with ease, a kiss more gentle than the previous ones dancing across your lips that made you smile. 

Stepping back, you said, “Thanks for breakfast.”

He nodded, and with another glance around his room, you followed him out of the bedroom and into the living room of his apartment. It was quiet—most likely his friends were either not awake still or hiding in their bedrooms. If you were his roommate, you’d definitely be hiding right now. 

The apartment was cramped, like every other New York apartment, but homey. Knick knacks and proof of life were scattered across all surfaces, random scraps of paper, a guitar pick here and there, some books, a plant or two. For a couple of guys, it wasn’t too bad. 

“So,” he said when you two reached the door. “I—uh—I had a lot of fun with you.”

You smiled at him, taking sincere joy in the awkwardness in his stance. He was so confident and forward all night and this morning, so seeing him like this made you grin. “I had fun too, Harry.”

He returned your smile, and reached down to curl his fingers in the top of your skirt. “Would you want to learn all those things about me?” You cocked your head at his statement, and then he quickly clarified. “That you don’t know. Like, over coffee.”

This man was asking you out on a date. A rarity for a one night stand. 

Even though you’d only gotten out of a relationship relatively recently, this man intrigued you. He was funny, kind, creative, and an absolute dream in bed. And he was fucking gorgeous. The banter helped too. You looked at him, studying the gleam in his eyes, and then nodded. 

“I’d love to.”

That made his smile grow even wider, and then he leaned down, attaching his lips to you in a kiss somewhere between sweet and full of desire, like he was remembering what your night held and was curious for the future. When he pulled away, he reached into his pocket for his phone. “Number, please.”

You typed in the digits as requested, and took it upon yourself to slide the phone back into his pocket, taking the opportunity to squeeze gently at his ass. It made him laugh, that laugh that lit up your body. “See you soon,” you told him, stealing one more kiss before opening the door and walking into his hallway. 

He stood in the doorway, shirtless in just a pair of pajama pants, hair beautifully ruffled, and watched you walk down the hall. The whole way you could feel his eyes on you, and it made your skin sing. 

Once you stepped onto the street, your phone buzzed in your pocket. Pulling it out, you glanced down to find an unknown number on your screen. 

“Free at 2?”

It was noon.

You laughed into the streets of New York before replying with a Yes. The future, you thought to yourself before setting off for your own apartment, was full of possibility. 

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[hazslover]

sex with Harry

18+ smut

intimate (rough at times)

loves missionary (when love making or when breeding)

loves doggy style too.

he has kinks (breeding. bondage. blind folded. public. chocking)

public sex would include: public toilets. dressing room. car. that’s all. not too adventurous.

anal and blowie too. a quick blowie in the dressing room before going on stage. anal in bed obvs. starts with his fingers until your ass is stretched out and ready for his prick.

fucking in front of the mirror.

fucking in the shower.

so good with his hands.

spanking. ass and clit.

vibrators. loves it. in public where he controls the volume. has you begging for him to fuck you in the toilets or his car.

period sex. period blood unfazes him. he loves to make a mess on the sheets. uses his cock as a temporary tampon.

nail scratches and bruises

loves to eat you out. when morning breaks and you’re blinking away sleep, he takes his time to devour your wine. says he needs his breakfast before work. might give him some inspiration. or midday when he just fancies tasting your cunt. or at night. says he can’t sleep without it. on tour. at dinner. at events. he’s addicted.

bruises all over your neck to remind everyone who you belong to. ‘gotta mark you mine.. need everyone to know who you belong to’.

cock-warming too. all through the night cause he’s at the studio all day. or Sunday cause it’s lazy day.

hips rutting. face contorted as he orgasms.

soft moans. grunts. growls.

dirty words like ‘cockslut’ ‘slut’ ‘does it feel good’ ‘can you feel it in your belly’ ‘want me to stuff you with my load’ ‘want me to fill you with it’

nicknames like peach. kitten. baby. love. angel.

devours your breasts.

sometimes scandalous. ‘shh— shh, pretty.. gotta be quiet’

whiny af.

sometimes edges you on then leaves you without an orgasm. ‘didn’t behave. so no coming tonight’.

gets you into sub space.

aftercare is always important. depending on how exhausted you both are, either he prepares a bath or cleans you with a cloth.

pillow talk.

tracing his tattoos.

gentle kisses to his chest. ‘i..’ one peck. ‘love..’ another peck. ‘you..’ last peck.

soft mooches.

loves pressing gentle kisses to your scars, reminding you how beautiful they are.

reminds you how beautiful you look, kissing and touching each body part you hate.

loves it when you ride him. ‘come on, kitten.. show me who’s boss’ ‘that’s it kitten.. right over m’cock’.

loves it when your dom and he’s sub cause he becomes such a baby. all pouty and whiny. wants to be cared for.

and he loves it when he gets to take care of you. get you out of your bubble.

[daaydreamy]

secret

summary: harry has a secret, y/n finds out what it is.

warnings: coarse language, smut, spanking

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

•••

“So this is what you’ve been hiding from me?”

The soft laugh that left Y/N’s mouth only made Harry’s cheeks burn even hotter, burying his face into the pillow underneath him. He let out a small whimper when she softly dug her nails into the soft flesh of his ass, right in the middle of his cheek, where it was the reddest. He jolted and moaned softly when she gave him yet another slap, but it wasn’t hard enough, and his tongue felt limp in his mouth because he couldn’t seem to tell her he wanted it harder.

Instead, he pushed back against her hand, silently telling her. She huffed out yet another laugh at the gesture, grabbing a greedy handful of his ass before giving him a harsh slap, leaving a tingling sensation and a burning one on Harry’s skin. She sat back against the backs of her legs for a second, admiring how red and flushed his skin was at this point. She ran the tip of her finger along the parts where it looked most painful, smiling a little from the soft sounds Harry was letting out.

“Could’ve told me this was what you wanted, I would’ve happily done this to you a while ago. No need for secrets, angel.” She said softly and Harry groaned.

“I-I know, just-” He inhaled sharply, “Just please. I’m- I’m close.” He said shyly, his words getting quieter and quieter the more he spoke.

“You’re close? Just from this?” Her smile grew and she gave him yet another spank as he nodded furiously, moaning lewdly into the soft pillow his face was against. She was so utterly amused by how his body was reacting to her touch, how he would make sounds even with the smallest brush of her hand against him. She gave him two consecutive spanks in the same spot and he whined pitifully, feeling his cock pulse as another drip of precum fell from his tip.

“God, you’re a sight.” She murmured under her breath, “Want you to come, yeah? Just from this.” She then said and Harry nodded once more. He was so incredibly close to exploding, practically bursting at the seams at that point. There were tears soaking the pillow now, his knuckles so, so pale from how hard he was gripping the sheets as well.

He always had to imagine this in his head, unable to ask her to actually do it. He would get so worked up as he got lost in his thoughts, thinking about the raw, burning pain he would feel with each slap. It was one of his deepest fantasies.

Y/N’s hand was hurting now with how many spanks she had given Harry, but she wanted to watch him come just from her doing it, and she could tell he was close because he couldn’t stay still and he was whimpering over and over, his cock leaking steadily onto their pristine white sheets.

When she hit him three times in the same spot swiftly, Harry couldn’t handle himself anymore. He was loud, so incredibly loud, moaning into the pillow as he came without a single touch on his cock. His back had arched upwards but Y/N used her hand to smooth it back down, watching in awe as he squirmed. Harry was seeing stars behind his eyelids, practically trembling, because that was probably the hardest he had ever come.

“Christ, H.” She laughed softly once he had calmed down a little, rubbing the side of his thigh soothingly. “You really should’ve told me about this sooner, because…” She trailed off and Harry’s cheeks grew warm again.

“Shut up.” He mumbled.

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[freedomfireflies]

MR. STYLES AND PEACH DOING SOMETHING FOR THE LIVE STREAM !! maybe she can squirt again ?

OOOOF abso-fucking-lutely!!! This one is also inspired by this image!

“Tell them.”

“I…shit, I—”

A firm spank to your ass. “No. You watch your fucking tongue, Peach. And tell them. Tell them how many times you’re gonna cum for me.”

With a shaky inhale and quivering thighs, you brace yourself against the mattress and whimper, “Five. Five times—”

“Good girl. One for each day till Christmas, yeah? And how many times have you cum for me so far, hm?”

“Tw…twice, Sir.”

“That’s right.” You can hear the grin stretching across his face. “Think I should give you my cock now, Peach? Think you deserve it?”

You nod as best you can given in the position you’re in. You want to deserve it. Want to be filled, and stretched, and cared for. In a way only he can do.

“Yeah?” His fingers gently trail down the length of your spine. Dancing over the curve of your ass and the sparkling Christmas lights keeping your wrists bound to your thighs. “I think you do. Think you’ve been so good for us. Haven’t you?”

You turn your head until you can glance over your shoulder at him. “Yes, Sir…trying.”

“Mm.” He hums, and it makes your clit throb against the vibrator. “Trying. Bet you are, baby. Trying so hard to make me proud, hm?”

You only whine as another wave of pleasure rolls through you from the toy beneath your hips.

“I know,” he says, before his hand comes down in another firm smack to your right cheek. “All right, then, baby. Make me proud. Show ‘em how well you take my cock, yeah? Show ‘em how a good girl behaves.”

And you vow to do just that as you feel him move closer and sweep the tip through your arousal.

Harry is always incredible to you. Eager to please and make things fun. To toss you around like a toy and have your body bend to his will.

But Mr. Styles – Sir – is a completely different beast. Insatiable and unrelenting. Perhaps mostly for the cameras (like the one pointed at you both right now), but also for the power it brings.

He might be the one giving the orders, but you’re the one in charge.

With one quick squeeze to your hip, he begins to push in. Thick cock stretching you open while you’re simply forced to lay on your stomach and take it. 

And it’s perfect. Especially after such a long, strenuous day of his teasing. And with two orgasms already under your belt from the vibrator, you’re overstimulated and far too sensitive. You don’t imagine it’ll be long before the third.

“There you go, there’s my little cumslut,” he exhales, driving in just a bit further but not quite all the way. “Missed this, didn’t you? Missed Daddy’s cock—”

“Yes,” you gasp before stumbling over a whine. “Sir, please—”

“So fucking greedy, aren’t you, my love?” Another squeeze to your waist before he’s burying himself all the way. Sheathing himself inside your cunt as you both release a deep, satisfied breath. “That’s it. Just like that.”

And you can’t hold back. Can’t hold off. The combination of vibrations to your clit and the fullness of his cock just about kills you. And without really meaning to, you cum for the third time with little to no warning.

But he loves it. Groaning in your ear as his chest presses to your back. Indulging in every flutter of your cunt as you let go.

“Shit, Peach,” he murmurs, pressing a lazy kiss to your bare shoulder. “Feel so good around me, you know that? So fucking warm…so wet. This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it? Was made to get fucked by me—”

“Shit…shit, Sir—”

He spanks you again before he’s suddenly grabbing hold of your throat and lifting your head from the bed. “What did I fucking say, hm? You watch your fucking tongue—”

“Sorry—” you gasp. “M’sorry, Daddy…just feels so good.”

“Yeah? I know.” He rears back before thrusting himself in. Setting a sharp, unforgiving pace that barrels you toward a fourth. “Can feel exactly how good it feels for you, baby. Tell them. Tell them how fucking good I make you feel—”

“Shi…good,” you whimper. “So good. S’perfect, Sir. Always perfect—”

“Dream of my cock, don’t you? When you’re lying in my bed? Soaking my sheets? Fucking dream of me…dream of me stretching this little pussy. Having you any way I want—”

“Yes…yes—”

“Dream of them watching.” He squeezes your delicate throat in his palm. Just hard enough to make your lashes flutter but not nearly enough to scare you. Only excite you. “Love the idea of them seeing what I do to you, don’t you?”

A question that doesn’t really need an answer. He already knows.

“So maybe I’ll let them.” He’s going faster. Pounding himself into you with a fervor you’d recognize anywhere. “Maybe I’ll let them see just how much of a fucking whore you really are for me.”

You would love nothing more. Because there’s something about this scene – about the way he controls you – that makes you feel utterly safe and protected.

It had been your idea that he tie you up with Christmas lights for the livestream. And he’d smirked, seemingly unconvinced. 

But he changed his mind rather quickly after you showed up in his home office wearing nothing but the lights and a large, red bow over your pussy.

It had been outrageously silly, but the way his pupils dilated, and his chest nearly caved in made it well worth it.

“Look,” he orders you now, lifting your head from the bed and forcing your eyes on the computer in front of the mattress. “Look at what they’re saying about you.”

The comments roll in one after the other. Praising you for the wet sounds you’re making, praising him for the way his cock ruins you, and praising you both for what you’re doing to your audience.

But none of their opinions matter. Only his. As long as he’s satisfied with you…that’s all you really want.

“They think I should make you squirt,” he muses, dragging his teeth down the shell of your ear. Slowing his pace until you feel restless. “They wanna see you soak me. And I think I do, too.”

Just the thought, the salacious, greedy purr in his voice, is enough to drag you closer. To force your body into complacency until you’re squirming beneath his large frame. 

His chest presses harder into your back, using his weight to keep you still, keep you stuck to the bed below. To take every second of pleasure from both his cock and the toy still stuck to your cunt.

And he’s so deep. Reaching spots that have you seeing stars, and yet you can tell he’s holding back. He’s going easy on you. Even after readjusting his position in order to truly wreck you. 

Tears slip down your cheeks, muscles aching from the strain of the position you’re in. From the lights keeping you bound and submissive. 

And yet…it’s everything.

“Go on,” Mr. Styles instructs, squeezing your throat once more before removing his hand in order to spank you. Kneading the tender, red flesh gently before doing it again. “Come on, Peach. Cum for us.”

You’re so close…so fucking close. You just need…just need a little…just need a little more—

“Fuck,” you nearly cry, writhing almost violently as it rips through you. And you know this is what he wanted. Can feel the way this one rips you apart from the inside out, unraveling you like the seams on a sweater.

Everything is wet. The bed, your thighs, the toy, his cock. 

And through every moment, he murmurs, “There you go. Oh, good fucking girl. Giving us everything, yeah? Just couldn’t help yourself, could you? Sweet, dumb little baby. Just had to fucking cum—”

“Shit, shit, shit—”

Another spank, but he doesn’t chastise you this time. “What number was that, hm? Tell us.”

“…four. Four, Sir.”

“That’s right.” His fingers curl around your sparkling restraints, tugging on them as if to test them. “And how many left, hm?”

A trick question. Because you know the real number. But the answer he truly wants, is:

“However many you want, Sir.”

The pleased hum that melts from his chest is like ecstasy, and you can only imagine the smirk on his face.

“That’s right,” he whispers. “However fucking many I want.”

You feel him envelope your body with his, and for just a brief moment, you feel truly comfortable. Protected and safe and so incredibly infatuated with the man behind you.

“So…” he continues before dragging his lips across your cheek. Tempting you with a kiss that he doesn’t give you.

You shiver.

He grins.

“Why don’t you be a good peach…and give us another.”

God I forgot how fun these two are HAHAHA

SO SORRY FOR THE CONSTANT SPAMMING OF BLURBS!! WE ARE ALMOST DONE, JUST TWO MORE!!

Teach Me is next, and I will see you then 🥹💞💞

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The King's Concubine

[ A/N ] - this is an older fanfic that i am moving to this blog :) let me know if y'all want the other parts!

[ Pairing ] - Harry Styles x Reader!

[ Genre ] - Smut, pure smut

[ word count ] - 2.5k

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Every time Harry fucked you, he thought about how this was the best decision he ever made. There were many occasions where he was advised discreetly to take on a concubine but in the early years of his reign he refused. The queen he was advised to marry acted just as properly as he had expected. Deep curtsy small yet pleasant smile and only put out when an heir could be produced. He grew bored of her fast just like all the other princesses and queens he was presented with. His duty to the throne was welcomed warmly on his coronation day but the palace advisors along with his since deceased parents found it rather difficult to find him a suitable counterpart. After marrying the queen consort his personal guards took him aside and mentioned finding a concubine. At first the idea seemed way too off putting and it took much deliberation for him to realize that it would serve him better than visiting brothels to get his fix. Here he was now, tossing you about in the sheets. The way his hand wrapped around your neck or the way you liked when he slapped you around. It was times like these he enjoyed the most out of his day...

“Fuck, right there please.” You cried out as he slammed into you from behind. Your back arched and your belly touched the sheets as he pushed down on it. Sweat dripped down his chest and onto your back when he leaned over. The squelch that your juices made were heavenly to him, but he would be damned if you told him what to do.

“Shut the fuck up. I didn’t give you permission to speak.” With that Harry pulled you up so he was fucking up into you as your head fell back in his shoulder. His hand was holding your mouth shut and you breathed hard around his fingers. Your breath fluffed up your hair that had fallen in your face from the change in position. Your knees pressing into the mattress as his hips slammed against your ass. Your pussy was throbbing as he thrusted in hard and fast. The pace he had built up was sending you over the edge and you would be coming soon if he kept at it

Harry was probably the best fuck you ever had. Being a concubine, you were warned against atrocious actions and abusive owners. It was different with Harry. A young king who had many wild fantasies. It helped that he was handsome, You had no complaints.

“C’mon tell me how much you like it when I fuck you like this.” You whined out as a response and let your head drop when he removed his hand. Harry grunted as he held onto your shoulders and thrusted into you. Your hands fell onto Harry’s hips behind you. His sink was warm under your fingers.

You whined and arched your back deeper. Harry’s hands fell to your hips, and he left a red mark as he smacked your ass.

“I asked you a question.”

“I love it sir. I love when you fuck me like this, shit.” You choked out. Your breathing was erratic, but you thrive off of the feeling. Your hands fell and you bent all the way over onto all fours. Your shoulders and knees were shaking as he adjusted your hips. Firm grip against your sot skin and he ran a hand down your back till you arched it again. Harry got lost when he looked down at you like this. The roundness of your ass pressed up against him sent shocks up his hands and into his arms. The blood in his veins pupping fast trying to keep up with his heart.

Harry slowed to a sudden stop. A deep groan left his lips as he pulled out. His cock was still hard, but he turned you around anyway. When you met his gaze, he took your face into his hands. You were so beautiful like this. Hair messy tears brimming in your eyes, perfect. He leaned down and captured your lips with his. Your eyes fluttered closed, and you leaned into the kiss. Harry’s fingers burned against your skin the best way. His eye lashes brushed your cheeks and you smiled into the kiss. Harry’s tongue licked into your mouth as he pulled away. Your teeth clashing and your jaw sore from the rough handling he gave you.

“Open up baby.” His voice was like butter as he asked you to open your mouth. Your jaw dropped at his command, and you stared in his eyes. Harry gripped your face tighter causing you to keep your mouth open. He smirked at your glazed and hazy eyes with tears pooling around them.  

You moaned as he spit in your mouth. It was fucking amazing. Your saliva and his mixing. He moved his palm to your throat, putting pressure on you as he spoke.   

“Swallow princess.” You swallowed hard and Harry removed his hand from your face and patted your jaw before standing up next to the bed. It was such an ironic pet name but you melted nearly every time he used it.

“Over here, don’t make me ask twice.” He grabbed you suddenly by the back of your head by holding your hair at your scalp, his other hand forcing your jaw slightly open.

“Get on your knees for me.” he smirked.

You slid off the bed and perched on the floor in front of him. His dick was hanging in front of your face. You looked up at him with teary eyes and swollen lips. “Oh? You’re already drooling, hungry for my cock already, Princess?” His voice was so sexily condescending you didn’t know how to feel about it.

“You see that cock?” Harry smirked. He took himself in his hand and slapped the shaft on your cheek. “Look at that pretty cock and tell me why it isn’t in your mouth yet.” Harry was absolutely right; it was indeed a pretty cock. His tip glistened with your wetness and his shaft curved slightly upwards. You went straight to work. Your lips parted and took him in inch by inch letting him push into your mouth. 

"Fuck you look so good on your knees like that." Harry huffed as you placed your hands onto his hips. He let out a choked groan as he felt how warm your mouth was. His muscles flexed as he moved his hands to your hair grabbing a fist full. As he slipped into your mouth further you swirled your tongue around his tip. Harry didn’t think life could get any better than this.

Your knees were pressing into the hard floor and your head was being pressed down against his pelvis. The hair on his abdomen tickling your nose as you tried to take in air. Harry let up when he felt you choking. A satisfying cough from you filled the air and as soon as you took in a breath Harry pushed you down again and began face fucking you.  A firm hand on the back of your head forcing his dick to the back of your throat. He sighed and moaned every time his tip hit the back of your throat. He was in heaven. His wife would never allow him to do such a thing and he was grateful that you did. After a few good hard thrusts, he let go and allowed you to work him over on your own. You breathed through your nose and bobbed your head trying to match the pace he set. Your saliva leaking out around him, and your hands were on the back of his thighs. Your jaw began to get sore, so you slowed down and took him out of your mouth. A hard slap met your cheek.  

 “Did I say you could stop?" You could still feel the sting on your cheek. The pain causing a few tears to resurface in your eyes. Harry grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling you back to eye level with his length. You took Harry back into your mouth and sunk to his base and gave a long lick up the underside and swirl around the tip.

Harry was close to coming down your throat. He grabbed your hair tighter and fucked his dick down into your throat for the second time that night. Your chest burned as you struggled to breathe in. A loud groan left Harry as he held you down and came down your throat. You pushed off of him letting some of his cum drip on your lip and chin.

Your face was soaked with tears. Your hair was messy. You were perfect just like this. Harry bent over and licked his cum off of your face and planted a sweet kiss to your lips. You whined as he pulled away and shifted as you were uncomfortable from not coming earlier. Harry sucked his teeth at your display of discomfort.   

“I don’t owe anything to you, princess. Now be a good girl and wait for me, hmm?” Harry patted your cheek and turned to leave the room. Your heart sank as he put on his pants and neared the door. Kingly duties always awaited him. Mountains of papers and endless meetings required a good night’s rest. Rest that he would take next to his wife not you. You knew if he were to leave now, he wouldn’t be coming back till he needed to feel you again.

             “You're going to her, aren’t you?” you rasped out. There was something about the desperation in your voice that compelled Harry to stop at the door. His shoulders tensed at the mention of the queen. Even though your knees were aching you crawled over to him and stopped him from touching the door handle. Standing up you turned him around. You reached up to hold his face in your hands and brought him down for another kiss.

Harry’s lips were so soft on yours and from past nights like this you learned to savor every moment like this one. Every moment that it felt like he was yours. Harry practically inhaled you while you were sucking his lip into your mouth. His hands caressed your face, and he backed you both into the bed. It was like a silly game of cat and mouse, but the mouse always came back for more. A moan left your lips when his hand slid down to your neck and he pushed you into the mattress. Your knees bent as Harry leaned over you and bit your ear.  

 “Fuck.” You moaned out as his other hand slid between you both and he massaged your clit with his thumb. Your hips shifted around in pleasure, and you whined. 

            “Please.” You gasped as his fingers gripped your throat. Harry leaned back and slapped your cheek.

            “Shut it and be a good little whore for me.” Harry hastily shook his pants off and then took his hands and placed them on your hips to pull you closer to the edge of the bed. His fingers digging deep in the flesh. You would definitely find bruises there in the morning. You smiled at the thought, but you were interrupted by Harry sliding the tip of his dick along your clit and down your pussy. “Mm so wet for me, aren’t you?” He taunted you and teased your nerves before he thrusted into you. You groaned at the feeling and Harry let out a soft moan.       

            “Your pussy’s so pretty when it creams on my cock can you do that, hmm can you do that for me?”    

Harry’s words faded into nothing as he fucked into you. Your thoughts left your mind and all you could think about was him. You wished every day was like this, but you’ll take what you can get out of him. As long as he kept coming back. The air in the room was thick with heat and it surely smelled like sex. Your nerves were heightened, and you could feel him push in and feel him drag himself out of you. It was addicting. You don’t know what changed but Harry began to pick up the pace. His hips pitoning in and out as his finger found your clit again and began working you into your orgasm.    

“You feel so good Harry, don’t stop, please!” you cried out. 

“Relax princess in not going anywhere just yet.”  

You approached the edge as Harry kept his fingers moving at a fast pace. You whined out as he shifted you up the mattress with each thrust. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, but Harry was having none of it. He took his hand and gripped your jaw with his fingers firmly.

“Fucking look at me.” You whimpered as he forced your head in place. Tears brimming in your eyes again as you looked into his dilated irises. You clenched around him as he continued thrusting into you. As your orgasm neared closer your moans filled Harry’s ears. The pit of his stomach feeling like a rubber band that’s about to snap. 

“Just like that Princess, be a good little Whore for me.” Harry let his hand slide down to your neck and gave you a squeeze. Your gasping for air went straight to his dick that was pressing into you. The lack of air sending you to the edge and you shook as your orgasm approached at a fast pace. Harry removed his hand and place his palm on your leg lifting it up in the air to fuck you at a different angle. The bed rocked underneath you both and Harry’s grip on your legs tightened as you slid up the mattress. Soon enough Harry pressed down as he let your leg fall. You could feel him throbbing inside of you as he thrusted deep and released into you.   

"If you want to cum too, you'd better beg." As soon as he gave you an order you were ready to please.  

“Please, baby—” A harsh slap landed on your cheek. Harry looked down at you with a displeased look on his face. 

            “Please sir.”   

“Much better princess.” Harry slid his index and middle finger into you alongside his softening dick and began to thrust them slowly while circling your clit with his thumb. Your back arched off the bed when he picked up the pace and you kept your eyes shut till you saw stars. Harry stared at your expression and smirked as he moved inside of you. Your orgasm washed over you and you shivered as he removed his fingers. Harry lifted his hand to your face, and you parted your lips. Your tongue swirled around the digits until they were clean. Harry moaned as you stopped sucking with a pop.

“Until next time princess.”  Harry turned and pulled his pants up before he exited the room. You were left in the dark panting, and sore from the adventure. You laid out on the bed, eyes trained on the ceiling and a smile covered your face.

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SIGN ME TF UP FOR THIS BESTIE I AM SO HERE FOR IT. 😩🥵

:DDDD a lil something based on this concept

word count: less than 1k

content warnings: angst! cheating (not on y/n), a little spicy but no smut

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She can feel Harry's gaze on her as she sits on the couch, Ren's arm wrapped loosely around her shoulders. She swallows tightly as the guilt silently eats her alive, consuming her chest and lungs. She stares down at the floor, zoning out with her eyes set on the fluffy carpet.

"Y/N?"

Ren's voice tears her from her anxious thoughts and she instantly forces a smile on her lips, turning to look at the guy she's been seeing for the past month.

"Hm?" she hums, nibbling on her bottom lip.

"What do you think?" Ren asks, nudging his chin in the direction of Harry, who's sitting in the arm chair diagonal to her. She doesn't even want to look at him, fearing that the second she does, every snapshot of the previous night would come back to her.

"Fuck— Harry, this is bad—"

He shushes her, his mouth hot and wet against hers. They're all but swallowing each other's tongues, haphazard hands feeling every bit of one another's bodies. She doesn't even know how they got here — one second, they were having small talk about their childhood celebrity crushes, and the next Y/N's in his lap, his large palms squeezing the globes of her ass.

"Stays between us," he pants against her lips, "No one has to know. Promise."

She swallows, ducking her head back as he presses messy kisses along her jaw and down to her neck. Maybe it's the lust clouding her brain, or maybe it's because she's had the smallest of crushes on Ren's roommate since meeting him — regardless, she nods her head, echoing the same words he issued to her: "Between us."

"What do I think about what?"

"Always stuck in the clouds, huh, babe?" Ren chuckles, "Harry was talking about he hooked up with this girl but he doesn't know if she wants to do it again."

Her eyes nearly bulge out of her skull, coughing into her hand nervously.

"Um," she blinks nervously, "I mean, I guess you'd have to... talk to her?"

She may have made a huge, glaring mistake last night but she's not removed enough to realize that Harry's torturing her with this. She doesn't know why, so she glances up at him, giving him a death look. His plush lips curl into a smirk. Ren misses the entire interaction.

"You think?" Harry replies, cocking his head to the side. "I shouldn't just text her the next time I wanna hook up with her?"

"I-I mean, you could."

"Geez," Ren chuckles, squeezing Y/N's shoulder. "Who knew you were such a horndog, Y/N? You don't think he should talk to her about it first?"

Y/N hops up from the couch, the room suddenly feeling too small and warm. Ren's arm around her felt like it was suffocating her, and she needs to get away from both of them.

"I have to pee," she mumbles, walking to the bathroom. Ren and Harry instantly occupy themselves with small talk, shifting the conversation topic to video games. Swallowing harshly, she locks herself in the bathroom, leaning back against the door as she takes deep breaths. She only opens her eyes when she feels her phone vibrate in her back pocket.

She wants to throw up when she reads what it says.

From: Harry Styles

Busy tonight?

She hates that she knows she wants to end the night in his bed.

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hi, guru! would it be possible to get a little teaser for the bfd update 🥹🥹

Ahh sure! Why not? 731 word teaser from the next part below.

“So you don’t think I’m a bad person?”

She chuckled, “Well, I don’t agree with what you did but I could never think you’re a bad person. You can’t help who you fall in love with.”

You drank your hot tea and tried to enjoy yourself with your friend but the longer you and Paloma chatted, the more you missed Fae. No one could replace Fae. She was your other half in so many ways.

“Can I ask you a really personal question? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want.”

You shrugged, “Okay. Sure.” You had an idea of what she was going to ask based on the fact that you’d gotten onto the topic of birth control.

“Is he good? Now that I’m thinking about him like that I can imagine he is.”

You breathed out laughed through your nose and smiled as you looked down into your tea, “He’s good. Yes.” You weren’t sure how deep into it you wanted to get but you’d entertain her for a bit.

“And I bet he’s got a big… dick.” She whispered the word dick quietly.

That’s where you drew the line. You sipped your warm tea and turned your gaze to the corner of the room where someone was just taking their seat.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” she spoke, drawing your attention back to her.

“It’s okay. I’m not sure I want to talk about that anymore, though. Tell me what you’ve been up to.”

It turned out that Paloma didn’t have much to say about herself. She gave you the tiniest bit of information, where she was working, that she’d dated someone a couple of months back and that it didn’t work out, and how she was planning a vacation to Cancun. But that’s it.

It felt strange to divulge such personal things to someone who gave you so little in return. And you should have known that’s what was going to happen. She wanted the dirty details about you and Harry. She wasn’t there to be a friend. Not really. She wasn’t rude but you saw that her motivation was to sate her curiosity.

Maybe you were better off just confiding in your mother. Though, she never asked you things about how sex was with Harry. She always only wanted you to be happy and doing your best.

And it would have been fun to discuss in detail how good you were getting it with Harry. And if Fae weren’t his daughter you’d do that with her. Tell her all about how insane his body is, how strong he is, how big his cock is, and how he eats you out almost every day. You’d totally brag about him with her if things were different. But instead, you were stuck with Paloma who you didn’t want to give too many details to. And besides, you and Harry were still healing. To talk about how he was in bed didn’t seem right. Especially when you didn’t know who she was going to tell.

You stopped at the grocery store on your way home to get some things you needed and you picked up one of those cheap grocery store flower bouquets. Harry had stopped having them sent when shit hit the fan and he moved in. You didn’t know if it was because they were so expensive or just because he hadn’t thought about it what with everything going on, but you figured a small bouquet might feel nice to have in the apartment.

But when you pulled into your building’s parking lot you saw, what looked like Mrs. Styles’ car parked at the front. Of course, perhaps it was someone else’s, you were a bit paranoid lately. You always had your eyes roaming around just in case you accidentally ran into her or Fae.

With one arm occupied by your grocery bag and your other hand holding the small bouquet, you slowly walked up the steps toward your door and thought, maybe it wasn’t Mrs. Styles. Perhaps it was actually just someone with a car like hers. Plus how silly for her to confront you. What good would that do anyone?

“Y/n. I’ve been waiting for you.”

You heard her voice before you saw her and then felt her pull your bag from your arm, “Let me help you. Looks like you’ve got your hands full.”

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[madeintheniamh]

a prize better than a brit award

harry has won four brit awards, but even that isn't enough to satisfy him... he needs something only you can give him.

a/n: the things i write get filthier by the day, i don't know what is happening to me. i swear i do have some dadrry stuff lined up.

tw: sex

“Ladies first,” he chirps, opening the back door of a black Mercedes, gesturing for you to get in. He grabs the bottom of your mahogany ball gown and shoves it in through the opening behind you, before jumping in himself and slamming the door shut.

He sits down next to you. The seats are cladded in soft cream leather, and he reaches for the bottle of tequila he finds next to him and pours himself a glass.

“Do you want anything else to drink, sunshine?” he asks, surveying you up and down with his eyebrows slightly raised.

“A shot of vodka, please,”

“So you’re a vodka girl, hey? You want that straight?” he giggles, reaching over to grab another glass from the small compartment located in front of you. You clank your glasses together and watch him gulp down an entire shot of neat tequila in one hit.

“Too slow,” he laughs, playfully sticking his tongue out at you. “If I’m the winner, where’s my prize?”

“I’m right here, Harry,” you say to him, staring intently into his green eyes. “And that depends on how good you’ve been,”

“I’ve been a very good boy,” he jokes. “I even won four brit awards tonight. I think I deserve something special,”

You begin to massage in-between his thighs, and visibly see his cock harden, begging to be let free from his Gucci trousers.

“Oh I’ll show you special, Styles,” you tease him, and before he can say anything, you unzip his trousers and pull down his pants to reveal his raised dick, standing tall like a statue, begging for attention. You cup it in your hand and slide your wrist upwards and downwards, whilst grazing the side of his neck with your teeth, breathing in the musty scent of his expensive aftershave.

“You’re going to stay very still, like the good boy you are,” you smirk, whilst peppering kisses down his torso, making sure that you cover each area, before moving downwards and opening your mouth, closing your lips around his cock. He clasps your face in his hands and strokes the back of your head. Before he has time to react, you tickle his balls with your free hand. He jumps backwards and moans loudly in response. You slide your lips up and down his dick as his breathing increases and he grabs onto the side of the leather seat, his eyes completely closed and lips slightly parted.

“Ugh, you’re so good!” he screams whilst running his palms across your back, his head tilted backwards. You continue to move your mouth up and down on top of his cock, getting faster with every thrust. He moans again as warm liquid squirts out and runs down the back of your throat. You move backwards, closing your mouth completely, and stare him dead in the eyes whilst you swallow, licking your lips to remove any of the creamy white fluid left around the edges. You look down to see that your red lipstick has formed a solid line around the middle of his cock, which has now softened.

“Was that a better prize than all of those awards?”

His lips are still trembling from the exertion. “Fuck me. Yes.”

#harry styles smut #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x you #brit awards 2023 #brit awards #album of the year

[harringtons-cupid]

Valentines day - Steve Harrington x Fem!reader

Wc: 2k

Warnings 18:

Fluff: Established relationship, kissing, gift exchange, dancing. Smut: Public sex, party sex, daddy kink, creampies, clit spanking, squirting, fingering. Cock warming, ear nibbling.

Tagged: @sweet-villain @harrys-four-nipples @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @eddiemunsonwillbethedeathofme @josephquinnsbitchywitch @bisexual-byers @urlbitchin

I want to thank @thelastofharrington for their NSFW Steve Harrington Alphabet that inspired this piece of work. I hope it's just as good as the original.

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Valentine’s Day, there was always a party at Steve Harringtons for Valentine’s Day.

You hated it, the intimate time you wanted to spend with him was gone. But as you saw how excited he was, you bit your tongue. Even if you weren’t able to be completely alone with Steve, you knew he would make it up to you.

You hated it, the intimate time you wanted to spend with him was gone. But as you saw how excited he was, you bit your tongue. Even if you weren’t able to be completely alone with Steve, you knew he would make it up to you.

After all his infamous parties always gave him time to sneak off and be with you, each year the party would be themed with different Valentine’s Day items.

This year, Steve wanted to go for a sexual Valentine’s Day theme with everyone growing a little bit older, this excited you more. Giving you the opportunity to dress sexily for Steve knowing that he would rip it off you in a heartbeat.

He loved public sex, especially at his parties. His bedroom would usually be locked at a certain time with both of you inside, you enjoyed the thrill of hearing people nosily downstairs and fall onto the bedroom door thinking it was the bathroom.

As you helped him hang up love hearted banner with the words “naked people only” as a joke across his doorway, you gazed at him fondly.

You and Steve had been together for a few years but this was the first year out of school and you were excited for the night ahead.

He helped you bake the cupcakes and Valentine’s Day themed food, standing behind you as you guided him with the piping bag in the shape of a penis. His laugh echoed into your ear as he peppered you with kisses.

Disappearing back to your own house, you began to plan out your outfit in your head. Your friends were waiting on your doorstep as you pulled up to your house, all squealing in excitement as they waved the party flyers in their hands.

Their full bags around their shoulders pushing past each other in a flurry of excitement and nervousness, the babble of voices filled your room as you swapped ideas for outfit choices.

Hours later, you all stood in front of the floor length mirror of your bedroom. You were wearing a red lingerie set, over a little black dress that clung to your curves. Your red stockings were covered by knee length boots that just touched below your dress.

Your friends were in similar dresses, their hair in different styles all smiley and giggly as they admired themselves.

The party began at 6PM, bottles clinked on the bed as you poured drinks into cups that you provided. You slowed your drinking as they danced in your bedroom, your mind flashed to Steve and you felt excited to see him.

Disappearing into your bathroom, you snuck your Polaroid camera in with you. Angling it perfectly, you held it with the flash facing your body and smiled. Capturing your outfit in the light, waiting for it to develop before entering your bedroom.

The white bag sat on the table, it was filled with a few Valentine’s Day themed nicknacks as you nearly placed the photo into a suitable envelope and kissed it. Imprinting your red lipstick stain onto the seal.

Your friends were too distracted to notice you, gradually getting tipsier and tipsier by the second. You drank your weak Vodka and cranberry until it was time to stumble over to the party. They all clambered into the back of your car, all giggly and full of alcohol.

When you arrived the party was already in full swing, people were noisily shouting over each other. You were all handed a valentine's themed cocktail on the door, smiling to yourself at the thought that Steve used your idea. The beer pong table had crowds of people surrounding it, the kitchen was full of rambling people eating the food you and Steve had made earlier on in the day.

Your friends vanished into various rooms, all in pursuit of their crushes. You gazed around until your eyes landed on your tipsy boyfriend, smiling as he began to jeer at the sight of you.

Cupping your face with his free hand and kissing you, tipsily looking down at your outfit and whistling. You giggled against his face as you kissed him again.

“I have a present for you” you whispered to him, watching his eyes light up.

Placing his drink down on the nearest surface, he mumbled some words before disappearing off and returning with his own gift bag for you. Pulling you away from the crowds and into his bedroom, you smiled at him. Finally able to hear yourself think, you traded bags both gasping at the contents.

Inside, Steve had written little notes carefully shaped into hearts. Each note was written for a different reason to why he loved it. Surrounded by red and pink tissue paper there was a red velvet box. Opening it, to expose a gold locket necklace with a tiny photo of you both inside. 

Throwing your arms around him with joy, kissing his cheeks and lips aggressively before nodding towards his bag. Watching him peer inside, your face began hurting from how much you were smiling. His eyes filled with happiness as he bought out the items, amongst the polaroid photograph of yourself there was a small gold chain, a long love letter and for a joke some condoms. 

He laughed and pulled you in for a kiss, knocking both bags onto the floor as you fell on top of him. His hands trailing down your body, underneath your dress and playing with your lingerie. Grinding you against him with his hands, groaning softly into your mouth as your red lipstick stained his lips. 

Staying there until a loud knock echoed through the white wooden door, startling you both as Steve’s name was called out. Rolling his eyes in annoyance, he adjusted his boxers and opened the door. Not given a second to answer before he was pulled out the room, you laughed at his reaction before placing both bags neatly on his desk and following the commotion. 

Steve was being forced to stand upside down on a keg stand whilst the rest of his friends cheered him on, you watched from the balcony in disbelief. Deciding to ignore the boistiorus behaviour, you headed into the kitchen where your friends were lurking around the counter gossiping. They squealed at the sight of you, pulling you into the circle as you poured yourself a drink. 

The night got busier and noisier, you were on your 4th drink of the night when Steve found you. He had calmed down since the keg, all smiley and flirty as he flung his arm around you. Pulling you away from your friends, the living area was packed with people kissing and dancing together. Grabbing you by the waist, he slammed his body into the wall as he lifted up your dress and began to kiss your neck. 

Moaning into your skin as you cautiously looked around as his hands circled your clit, your cheeks flushing red as you felt yourself moan softly. Closing your eyes tightly as you relaxed into the motions of his fingers, feeling between your wet folds until he managed to slide a finger inside you. 

His coat dangled off you as you hid behind the sofa, the other couples were too preoccupied to notice. More people flooded in, hiding you both even more as Steve’s fingers curled inside you with his thumb playing with your clit. His boner digging into your ass as you grinded yourself against him with the friction, groaning into his mouth as you bent your head backwards. 

The music grewer louder as so did your moans, gasping as you felt your legs shake. The high of your orgasm crept up on you, shaking against his as you came hard all over your shoes and his floor. He continued until you whimpered for him to stop. 

Grinning at you, he unbuckled his jeans slightly letting his hard cock slid down your ass cheek and into your cunt. You both moaned loudly as your dripping cunt took him whole, a few people turned to look at you but Steve stayed still. His cock throbbing inside you until they turned their backs, he began to slowly thrust inside you. 

Bending you forward slightly to allow you to use the sofa for support, his cock slid in and out of you as your moans unheard under the gaggle of voices. Biting your lip as his cock hit your soft spot, his hands grasping onto your waist as he thrusted hard inside you. 

Your eyes fell onto your group friends as his hand spanked your clit underneath your dress, watching as they began to get closer to you both. Falling onto the nearest chair, you both gasped as his cock was shoved deeper inside you. 

Rocking yourself back and forth on his lap until your friends stood in front of you, your dress hid his naked flesh as it throbbed inside you. Mumbling your words to them until they saw someone they liked, rushing away from you. 

The second their bodies were away from the sofa, his cock was hitting your walls hard. Your cunt clenching around him as your moans got louder, almost matching the music. Pulling you back to hit his chest, his moans were clearer as his hands moved you on his cock. 

“You’re so naughty, riding my cock in public. I bet you’d love to be fucked full of me cum in front of all these people wouldn’t you?” he growled, nibbling down on your ear. 

You whined at his words, grinding quicker against his cock. Gripping onto the chair for support as you heard him whisper ‘fuck’ into your ear, his cock twitched inside you. The chair creaked from the movements of your bodies together, your friends were nowhere to be seen as his tip slammed into your soft spot. 

His body shook underneath you, his hands played with your clit hard as you felt yourself move closer to your orgasm. Leaning further against his chest, your moans were directly into his ear as the sounds of you both were drowned out even further by the speakers blaring loudly. 

“I’m going to cum Steve” you moaned loudly, he moved his hands from your clit and wrapped them tightly around your waist. Holding you down onto his cock as he thrusted hard inside you, your legs shook as you felt yourself cum. 

"Cum for me baby, cum for Daddy" he grunted, his hands digging into your skin.

Squirting all over both of your bodies, coating the chair in your cum. He groaned loudly, as his cock twitched inside you. Using your cum as lube, he thrusted closer to his own orgasm. 

Within seconds, you heard him whine into your ear as you felt his warm sticky cum empty inside you. Gasping as you continued to grind yourself against his cock, not moving out of you until his cum was deep inside you. 

Catching your breath, you stayed on his lap until you both felt ready to walk through the crowd. Grinning at each other, you turned around and cupped his face with your hands kissing him roughly. 

“I love you” smiling against his face, your body dripping with both sweat and cum. 

“You know I love you too” he grinned, sliding his tongue into your mouth. 

This was a Valentine's Day that would not be able to be topped. 

Tidying yourselves up, you pulled Steve into the middle of the dancefloor. Holding him close as you danced to the music, grinning up at him.  Your arms dangled off his neck as your eyes stayed on him, you didn’t think it was possible to love someone as much as you loved Steve. Your cunt still throbbing from missing his cock inside you, your legs weak as you slowly danced with him. The love drunk look on his face, showed you that he was feeling the same. 

“We may have to do that again, later tonight. My cock is already missing you” he leaned into your ear and whispered. Smirking at you.

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[stylexcherryy]

тσυcнiиg мє likє i’м yσυяร ✶

✶ Onde Harry está a procura de um estágio, e Louis recebe uma ligação estranha

Conteúdo homossexual -Harry intersex/ Harry com bocetinha -Hbottom! Ltops! -Cock Warming: o ato de manter o membro do parceiro 'aquecido -Degradation kink (leve) -Exibicionismo -Squirt -Dirty talk

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As vagas estavam abertas.

Quando as nuvens cinzentas preenchiam o céu da pacata vila, com pouco movimento, e famosos casos de cidades pequenas que eram tão misteriosos como filmes adolescentes clichês movimentam a delegacia pequena.

Era um pouco estranho, entretanto. Desde que um emprego como aquele não era difícil de arranjar, quando se tinha conhecimento básico em montar planilhas e arquivos. Era estranho que a vaga estivesse em aberto por tanto tempo assim, e que os candidatos fossem demitidos a todo momento.

Junto aos delegados. Engravatados e engomadinhos nas blusas sociais, e alguns, nos coletes à prova de bala, brilhando seu distintivo dourado. E as mesas de escritório bagunçadas, menos a de Tomlinson. Que se encontrava impecável.

Tomlinson. Tomlinson. Tomlinson.

Esbanjando testosterona e masculinidade. Os bíceps grandes sempre marcados e os dedos e mãos cheios de veias coloridas. Os olhos eram tão azuis que brilhavam, com as ruguinhas lindas em baixo deles.

A rotina também não costumava ser menos monótona, parte dos homens gastavam sua energia em missões, e carregavam uma pistola na calça. Enquanto outros, passavam esse tempo atendendo ligações e arrumando o resto dos casos.

Holmes chapel era uma vila pequena. Era comandada por delegados, por sua vez, fazendo todo o trabalho árduo.

Da mesma forma que não se importavam tanto assim para códigos e condutas, a delegacia não era um lugar rígido entre os garotos que trabalhavam. Na ponta dos dedos de Tomlinson, um cigarro de maconha fazia contraste com sua postura rígida e a carranca sexy nos olhos pequenos. Enquanto um pequeno livro com leis estava posicionada no canto da mesa de escritório, proibindo o uso de 'Cannabis'.

Aquela vaga não era me estranha. Não exigia requisitos ou coisas difíceis para consegui-la.

Não demorou pouco mais de alguns minutos após Styles encontrar a placa com o número estampado em letras azuis, para discar.

"Quem fala?".

"Mhm. Estou pra' perguntar como consigo a entrevista para a v-vaga". Tremelicou as pálpebras, um pouco incerto e vacilante no tom. Era sua primeira vez tentando algum emprego, não estava confiante como devia ser.

"Oh certo. Sou Delegado Louis Tomlinson, preciso do seu nome completo". Girou a caneta com tinta azul nos dedos longos, tamborilando em uma folha de bloco.

"Harry Edward Styles". Proferiu pela primeira vez com convicção.

"É de Holmes Chapel?". O tom de voz rouca e sexy de Tomlinson parecia entediada.

"S-sim".

"Tem disponibilidade para trabalhar? Suponho que sim já que ligou procurando pela vaga". Soltou uma risada nasalada, que Harry não acompanhou do outro lado da linha, de qualquer forma.

"Tenho, senhor".

"Sabe trabalhar com arquivos e planilhas?". Um murmuro concordando como resposta.

"Apareça aqui amanhã pela manhã. Contratado". Harry torceu a sobrancelhas pela resposta.

"O que? Não!! Não pode ser assim. Você não me perguntou a minha idade, ou me chamou pra uma entrevista de emprego".

Louis riu amargo esticando as pernas e batendo a sola do sapato no chão da delegacia, com um sorriso idiota nos lábios. Com pouca paciência.

"Certo... Harry. Você prefere mesmo ser chamado para uma entrevista de emprego? Sabe que não passaria da primeira fase, não é? Gaguejou falando comigo pela chamada e eu não duvido que faria pior pessoalmente. Para conseguir o estágio deve ter no mínimo dezesseis anos, e eu não me importo realmente se você for menor de idade, moleque. Essa vaga de estágio não é concorrida e os funcionários são mandados em bora com frequência. Se quiser trabalhar. Apareça amanhã".

Certo. Talvez devia ter começado a desconfiar um pouquinho de toda situação a partir de aquele momento. Quando Tomlinson disse que não precisava de mais nenhuma exigência para ser contratado para o estágio. Nenhuma outra. Entende se certa forma que trabalhar em uma delegacia pode ser um pouco arriscado e corrido pela rotina, não duvidaria se os ex-estagiários estivessem se demitindo propriamente. Não duvida que apenas passará o seu tempo ao lado de um dos delegados, com as pontas dos dedinhos cheias de calos e roxas de tanto digitalizar e organizar as pastas de casos.

Segundo. Segundo ponto que deveria ter começado a estranhar. Quando parte daquela delegados revezavam os turnos para saírem em missões, e os outros se sentavam confortavelmente em frente a um computador grande com um grande copo de café preto na frente, organizando tais arquivos. Talvez fossem apenas muitas coisas para lidarem ao mesmo tempo, talvez fossem muitos arquivos e casos diferentes, questões administrativas e gestão para darem conta por si só. Um garoto pouco experiente como estagiário talvez não fosse a melhor das opções.

No dia seguinte pela manhã fria, Harry se aprontou em tomar um banho breve e se trocar, não tinha certeza do que deveria usar. Abotoou o sutiã rendado, usando uma camiseta de botões social preta, com o tecido tão fininho e vagabundo, junto a saia plissada, que estava um pouco a cima de três palmos da coxa, mas não tinha roupa mais comportadas. Gostava daquelas de qualquer forma, assim como amava chamar atenção de todos em sua volta, aquela seria uma chegada extravagante. Não se esquecendo do hidratante e então as suas presilhas de flores para segurar os cachos da sua franja, para que o vento forte não atrapalhasse a garota.

Respirando fundo uma, duas, três vezes ela entrou pela porta velha da delegacia, com uma xicara de café na ponta dos dedos e a cabeça um pouco baixa pela quantidade de homens que a olhavam com um sorriso malicioso. Observou as plaquinhas na frente das mesas, até achar alguma nomeada Tomlison, e andar timidamente na sua direção.

Os olhos de Tomlinson levantaram na direção dele, no início se contorcendo em uma careta confusa, descendo até os seios marcados e as coxas grossas apertadas naquela saia pequena e de tecido horrivel, também.

"Harry Styles". Esticou a mão.

"Achei que fosse um garoto Harry. Por que tem seios?". Não apertou sua mão. Apenas arrastando a cadeira para longe da mesa.

"Isso importa d-de verdade, s-senhor?". Tentou ser bravinha, mas o olhar que o delegado a lançava era intimidante.

"Não realmente". Abriu um sorriso de lado cafajeste, expondo os dentes alinhadinhos e os lábios finos que humedeceu. Harry soltou um suspiro, finalmente notando o quão lindo ele era.

"Eu vou trabalhar com você?". Louis acenou em concordância, um pouquinho menos entediado que antes com a vista da garota bonita que tinha na sua frente. Ou garoto. Isso realmente importa? Notando os lábios vermelhos e inchadinhos, as bochechas vermelhas e provavelmente geladas pelo vento cortante, e as presilhas que tinham na sua franja.

Tinha se perdido totalmente nela, voltando os olhos para os seios, contornando os biquinhos com eles e se imaginando se queimasse a pontinha com o cigarro de maconha, pareciam tão pontudinhos. E  então as coxas grossas, com as pequenas estrias no meio delas, e tão apertadas no tecido que parecia dar indicio de estourarem.

"Onde posso me sentar, senhor?". Harry se sentia um pouquinho perdido procurando uma outra cadeira, e com toda sua situação. Desde que Louis estava a um tempinho olhando de maneira maliciosa para todo seu corpo e ela trocava olhares, imaginando sua barba ralinha arranhando o meio das suas coxas e a buceta todinha.

"Acha mesmo que tem outra cadeira pra você?". Tombou a cabeça para o lado. "Aqui está onde você vai se sentar". Bateu na coxa musculosa por cima da calça social, com a postura relaxada. Styles por um momento se aterrorizou que a sua renda fosse ficar exposta por se sentar na coxa dele, mas se acalmou em seguida, desde que queria tanto aquilo e faria tudinho pra ter a sua bucetinha esfregando nela toda.

Talvez aquele fosse o momento em que ela pensaria duas vezes se realmente queria aquela vaga, tinham tantas outras na pequena vila e não sabe se realmente se sujeitaria a aquilo. Mas quando focou os olhos brilhantes no sorriso sacana do delegado, esqueceu tudo novamente, mordiscando o lábio inferior fraquinho quando os pensamentos pecaminosos passavam pela sua mente.

Sentou com as pernas abertas em cima de sua coxa, sentindo um volume proeminente em baixo do seu bumbum, mas ignorando totalmente assim que sentiu a mão aberta de Tomlinson acariciando as suas costas, e a seguir empurrando sua coluna para frente de um jeito brusco. "Começa". Jogou alguns papéis na direção do cacheado, arrancando outro suspiro por todo jeito brusco que estava sendo tratado. Em outra situação ele se enfureceria, mas se tratava de Tomlinson.

Começou por um dos papéis que continha a letra garranchuda, digitando rápido com a ponta dos dedinhos pintadas de vermelho e concentrada o suficiente para acabar aquele rapidamente. Estava empenhado apesar de saber que aquele euforia toda, era pelo homem que estava sentada. Sentiu aos poucos, o volume em baixo do seu bumbum se endurecendo, soltando um gemido baixinho, como um miado quando sentiu a grossura dele.

A palma da mão do oficial também começou a acariciar o meio da sua coxa aberta, dedilhando e percorrendo a pele da área devagarzinho, e arrancando alguns tremeliques dela. Que o deixava envergonhado. A pele em baixo dos dedos de Tomlinson era quentinha, escutando os suspiros inebriados e fraquinhos, aos poucos delineando toda a renda.

O tecido era áspero mas os cantinhos já estavam molhados, pelo melzinho dela. Louis soltou outra risada sentindo aquilo, quando sussurrou baixinho.

"Posso tocar, não é?". Styles acenou e Tomlinson soltava algumas outras provocações, sempre sustentando o seu sorrisinho cafajeste e safado nos lábios fininhos. "Claro que posso. Sempre fica toda molhadinha assim, ou é só pra mim?".

Os dedos agora acariciavam a linha com o grelinho exposto da sua bucetinha por cima da calcinha, espalhando toda gotinha que caia da xotinha dela, sentindo o lugar gordinho e todo pulsante, com um pouquinho de dificuldade por ela estar sentada em sua coxa. O quadril de Harry começava a se movimentar devagarzinho, apertando o pau de Louis em baixo das bandas e molhando um pouquinho do tecido pelo tanto que pingava.

Em uma das vezes, sentiu os dedos do oficial perder o contato, formando um biquinho chateado nos lábios até ter eles contornados pela sua lubrificação e Louis empurrando o seu gostinho dentro da própria boca, esfregando a ponta áspera do dedo na lingua molhadinha e então, voltando a acariciar lento e provocando toda a bucetinha dela, que escorria cada vez mais.

A saia pequena tampava sua mão para os colegas de trabalho ao lado, mas nada os impedia de ter uma ideia sobre o que acontecia em baixo da mesa de escritório.

"Não vai mais trabalhar Tomlison? Muito ocupado?". Matt jogou um sorriso de lado para os dois quando chegou ao lado da mesa com um copo de água nas mãos, à mando de Louis.

"Estou fazendo o meu trabalho, Matt". Louis umedeceu mais uma vez os lábios fininhos, com a outra mão levantando o tecido da saia e mostrando a intimidade meladinha dela, a ponta do indicador apertando o canal vaginal e empurrando um pouquinho da renda, fazendo ser dolorido e incomodo, mas esses dois só deixavam o garoto ainda mais insano.

Matt sorriu mais uma vez, soltando um suspiro quando olhou longamente para a xoxotinha dela antes de ser escondida novamente, por baixo da saia, e então o copo de água na mão de Louis.

Com a mão firme que tinha levantado a saia, subiu por seus seios e então pescoço, puxando enquanto apertava sua pele em pontos específicos e trazendo o corpo delicado mais próximo do seu peitoral, com a cabeça inclinada.

"Um pouco de água, você está trabalhando bastante, Harry". Levou o plástico aos lábios inchados, escorrendo um pouco por seu queixo e seus seios, enquanto o garoto se refrescava com a água gelada. Um beijo delicado foi depositado na bochecha funda dele, quando Styles terminou o liquido e respirava fundo, ainda com as pernas fraquinhas pelos toques delicados. "Você tá molhadinha pra' mim ainda, bem?". Perguntou baixinho, a barba ralinha roçando. Recebeu como resposta outro aceno tímido.

Louis trouxe a renda da calcinha que cobria a bucetinha para o lado, expondo toda ela molhadinha e o grelinho gordinho apertando no tecido da sua calça, e atravessando para pele da coxa de Tomlinson. "Se esfrega, enquanto eu termino os arquivos, esse vai ser o seu trabalho de agora".

Styles não pensou muito antes de segurar na borda da mesa de madeira e se esfregar na calça social para trás e para frente, apertando bem a bucetinha na perna dele, e soltando gemidinhos gostosos que ficavam altos cada vez mais, toda desesperadinha. Era tão gostosinho sentir toda apertadinha em cima daquele homem, e ao menos se importava com os olhares que atraiu por ser um pouco mais escandalosa do que deveria.

Os braços de Louis estavam em volta da sua cintura, com o rosto perto do seu enquanto fazia esforço para enxergar a tela do computador e digitar ao mesmo tempo que tinha ela gemendo alto e molhando sua coxa inteirinha por pingar tanto.

"Oh o-oh sim". Harry apertou as pálpebras, formando um biquinho excitada e levando dois dedinhos para o meio das pernas, apertando sua xotinha e esfregando mais rudemente nele.

"Porra". Tomlinson soltou uma risada anasalada. "Você parece que tá' na porra de um cio". Apertou a coxa desnuda com força com uma das mãos, fazendo que Harry jogasse sua cabeça para trás e gemesse mais alto que antes. "Se esfrega tão bem na minha perna, quero ver se vai chupar o meu pau tão bem quanto".

"Eu vou, eu vou, p-por favor". Encostou a pontinha do nariz nas veias presentes no pescoço de Tomlinson, sentindo o cheirinho forte e viril que vinha dele, molhando ainda mais.

"Você tem mais duas horas de trabalho, Hazzy, consegue ficar com ele na sua boquinha até o fim? Claro que consegue. Tenho certeza que vai gozar enquanto tem ele na sua boquinha também". Apertou novamente sua coxa estalando um tapa. "Me responde caralho!".

"Eu vou, eu prometo, eu prometo". Suspirou derrotada e ansiosa para fazer aquilo por ele, queria tanto chupar o seu membro, e sentir pingando todinho na sua boca.

"Agacha e abre meu zíper". Jogou as costas na cadeira mais uma vez, sorrindo quando ela acenou com a cabeça se aprontando em sentar no chão, em cima de uma de suas pernas, com a bucetinha ainda exposta fora da renda e todo o grelinho pingando.

Harry fez. E... porra. Ele parecia ser tão bom na palma da sua mão, as veias fininhas pulsavam na sua palma, com o caralho quente e a glande rosinha e brilhante chamando por ela. Sem qualquer outra instrução, começou a dar lambidinhas curtas na ponta do membro, circulando toda a a cabecinha e recolhendo a pré porra que espirrava na sua ponta da lingua.

Circulando e apertando toda a língua proeminente da glande, quando colocava ela dentro da boca e chupava forte, apertava a base do membro fazendo movimentos circulares masturbando o mais velho.

"Você vai gozar primeiro". Trouxe a cabeça com cachos para perto da manchinha de pré-gozo da bucetinha dela que ainda estava úmida na calça, esfregando os seu nariz e lábios propositalmente. "Sente o cheirinho da sua bucetinha amor, olha como ela é gostosa". Conduziu a mão de Harry para acelerar o movimento em seu membro, apertando com o polegar dele na cabecinha pulsante e gemendo com a cabeça inclinada pra trás quando fazia.

Styles esfregava a pontinha do nariz, deixando ela completamente molhadinha e apertando a boceta na própria pera se esfregando devagarzinho, mas já estava tão sensível e necessitada que sentia pulsar cada vez mais, quando apertava o seu grelinho na pele macia.

O polegar de Styles apertava e acariciava a cabecinha do membro grosso de Louis, brincando com a parte e sendo provocadora, ao mesmo tempo. Com o pescoço dolorido pelos dedos de Tomlinson que apertavam aquela área a forçando não se mexer.

Quando uma sensaçãozinha agitada tomou conta da sua barriga, gemendo baixinho na coxa musculosa sentiu o membro na palma da sua mãozinha pulsar mais forte, com a cabeça em direção a ele novamente, colocando a lingua molhadinha pra' fora e engolindo até metade enquanto gozava forte e esguichava em toda sua perna, gritando com o cacete grossinho na garganta.

"Porra, queria te chupar todinha, só de te sentir esguichando na barra da minha calça". Empurrou a cabeça dele com as bochechas vermelhas mais para baixo, acariciando as bochechas vermelhas e empurrando um pouquinho o quadril enquanto sentia esporrar em toda garganta macia e apertadinha.

Harry engoliu o sêmen do homem mais velho, se sentindo excitadinha ainda e apertando ainda mais suas coxas na xoxotinha. Tomlinson puxou sua cabeça para fora do membro ainda duro, deixando que ela respirasse um pouquinho, com todos os olhares dos homens que tinham esquecido por um momento nos dois, principalmente nela que chamava toda a atenção completamente. 

"Agora me esquenta". Voltou a pedir baixinho com ela obediente, que lambeu mais uma vez devagar a glande sensível colocando para dentro da boca e então se ajeitado com as mãos apoiadas nas coxas fortes, para que pudesse ter estabilidade.

A pontinha do nariz comprido, apertava no abdômen durinho do mais velho por todo tempo que se prosseguiu assim, respirando calminha pelo nariz para não engasgar e as vezes apertando o pau dele com a lingua, massageando deliciosamente dentro da sua boca junto com os movimentos de deglutição.

Louis tinha os dedos acariciando os cachos bagunçados e molhados de suor dele, com a outra mão escrevendo algumas coisas no computador apoiado na mesa, as sobrancelhas franzidas mostrando concentração, não o exatamente o trabalho mas em se segurar e não esporrar na garganta dolorida dela, depois de mais de trinta minutos que ela deixava seu caralho aquecidinho.

Quando o expediente acabou, Louis tomou conta que o garoto queria sentir seu gosto novamente, querendo ser um pouco exibido e provocar o garoto notoriamente mais novo, tirou sua cabeça da sua pélvis, sorrindo sacana para o biquinho chateado que ele tinha nos lábios.

"Você tem uma puta fixação oral, Styles". Voltou a arrumar as pequenas presilhas nos seus cachos, impossibilitando que ela voltasse a chupar sua glande gostosinho, assim como descobriu que ela gosta.

"Bom descanso. Quem sabe você volta amanhã pra' terminar o seu trabalho, foi boa o suficiente por hoje sendo gostosinha". Chupou o lábio inferior dela antes que se levantasse. Por fim, deixando Styles ir em bora.

E ignorando qualquer outro olhar em sua direção, por mais que amasse, relaxou na cadeira, suspirando satisfeito pela boquinha gostosa dela.

Quando doze minutos se passaram ele finalmente escutou o telefone da delegacia tocar, depois de um bom tempo sem chamadas encaminhadas, o que inflava seu ego obviamente em achar que estavam fazendo um trabalho incrível por não obterem denúncias e outros casos novos. Sendo os arquivos que digitalizavam apenas de antigos.

"Quem é?".

"Você pode me ajudar por favor?". A voz tremelicou no outro lado da linha.

"Onde você está? O que aconteceu?". Se atentou às próximas palavras da pessoa com a voz fina pelo telefone. Escutava alguns pequenos ruídos e talvez chiados, a pessoa estava longe.

"Eu vi uma criatura estranha". Exclamou assustado, a voz. Louis riu audivelmente, decidindo prosseguir com as perguntas, e talvez descobrir onde o engraçadinho está.

"Certo, onde você está". Fingiu estar anotando algo, entediado.

"No século vinte".

"Para de brincar com a porra da minha cara. Você acha que tá' ligando pra quem?". Desaproximou o telefone do ouvido, cansado.

"Por favor, eu acho que era um vamp-".

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 certo, esse smut era programado ser um pouquinho mais curto, espero que tenham gostado de todo jeito e me desculpem por qualquer errinho, me avisem se tiver ;)) até daqui a pouco

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