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harryxmarvel · 18 days

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Shatter my soul

Summary : Harry has been suffering from an addiction and y/n decides to take time for herself or based on this ask

Pairing: rockstarboyfried!Harry x reader!y/n

Warnings: Angst

A/n: this piece turned so much better than I hoped for.

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When they decided to take time for themselves harry and y/n were in a rough spot with not only their 11 years long relationship but their entire life.

After being falsely accused and getting fired from her dream job, gave up any and all hope y/n had as she came home to her love only to find him passed out in the middle of the living room.

His cocaine addiction was getting out of hand so much that he almost died of overdose saved by y/n who decided to come home early for some reason.He swore to never touch that stuff again but there he was high off his mind as he mumbles incoherently lying on the floor a week later.

The next day after getting him sober y/n decided it was best for them to take a break to figure out themselves and their life as she can't stand by him hurting himself like that. Harry had his issues, stress eating him alive at every wake hour ,he decides it was better if he wasn't in his own mind. The cocaine he could easily get his hands on was just a massive perk for him.

It had been a month and half. Y/n got a job at a restaurant and works as a bartender at night. She moved back to her old appartment after their break up and had been doing well on her own. She missed harry a lot even though their good days were well past months she still loved him, still wanted to help him and show him that she was there for him no matter what. She just wished he was doing better too. After their first week of breakup harry had called her high as he mumbled how much he missed her and promised to be better she just hopes he kept his promise.

It was a month later when y/n was at her favourite arcade bar with her friends. The place was a little loud with drunk men drinking beers and shouting at the screens.

They were seated in a booth after a good round of beers and fun. She was mindlessly talking with her friend klara when the bartender calls her name.

Y/n walks to the bar and the bartender points to the payphone at the corner of the room.

They still got payphones

Y/n thinks to herself as she brings the phone to her ears. The first thing she hears is a sob which sends her into alert. "Hello?" She questions and the person on the other line replies "Baby, it's me.." he sobs out making y/n quiet as he continues "I'm getting sober. It's the hardest thing I've ever had to do but I'd do anything for you baby. Just want you back, want to love on you like you deserve" he says breathing hard as y/n finds her words.

"I'm so happy to hear that H. That's what I wanted for you." Y/n says a smile breaking on her face as she tries to calm him down but he doesn't he keeps crying which makes y/n a little scared because it would've been really hard for him to be doing this alone.

Y/n should've struck by him, isn't that what their relationship should have meant. She feels incredibly guilty for walking away when things got worse but she did it wishing for the best and maybe it kinda did work out in the end and now all she wanted was to be with him and show him how much she appreciates him doing this for her.

"I'm gonna be there okay? I'm so proud of you baby" y/n says ready to hang up the phone but harry breaths out before she could "No, no i....you can't....I want you to but" y/n cuts him off in worry "what's going on H?"

"I wrote you a letter"he says and the other end is quiet as he continues.

"I wrote it so I could get everything out. I think?" He sounded so unsure his voice raspier than usual. " It should be in your apartment" he adds and y/n says she would read it and come by his place before hanging up the phone.

She bids goodbye to her friends after explaining them about the situation and then waving her off with a concerned look on their face as y/n walks back to her apartment. She goes through all her mail and finds the one harry had sent. Her name and address on the envelope.

She opens it and it had two sheets folded inside it. She didn't know what to expect as she reads through it.

My love,

Today has been particularly hard without you by my side. My manager has been pressing me for the next album but how could I think about anything but you. It had been 8 weeks since I last heard your voice and I never knew how much it filled my life untill I couldn't hear it anymore and I think maybe that's what made me want to give up the drugs even if it feels like I'm drowning. I'd do it for you.

I still remember the tears in your eyes when you told me about you ex and how mad it made me. I wanted to bury him alive for hurting you like that. I never wanted to infect any kind of pain in you. I swore I never would when I saw the lack of trust in your eyes.

It killed me to see the smile on your face slowly fading away because of me. I wanted to hold you close and tell you I'd be back. We'll get all of the good times we had together back because that was what you deserved. But I couldn't save myself not for me but for you because you are everything i have left. The only person who stood by me through it all and maybe that's what made me realise I was nothing without when you left.

I was always honest with you even when I was out of my mind i tried to explain what I was feeling. I know you blamed yourself that you couldn't help me but this was my own battle and you were the warrior in the front ready to kill anyone even though you didn't have to. You were always there for me and I'm really sorry if I wasn't baby. Because

You deserve better than that.

You deserve someone who would be there for you.

You deserve someone who would stay true to their promises.

You deserve someone who would stay good for you.

You deserve better than me.

You deserve every happiness in this world.

She is at the end of the page her soul shattered with each word when a knock on the door pulls her out. She has a few tears falling down her cheeks. She wips them off before opening the door to find her close friend klara.

"Hey , what ar-" y/n is cut off as klara bursts "I need to tell you something"

"Oh okay, come on in" y/n opens the door wider to let her in but klara shakes her head as she continues "No, I just need to tell you this....i" she's breathless and y/n patiently waits for her to continue.

"I slept with harry" she says after a few deafening seconds which stretches to minutes after the words are out.

"It was stupid and I was drunk and it just happened. We were both out of our minds and we didn't know what was happening. I'm really sorry y/n. I didn't mean for it to happen. I'm sorry"

Y/n is still as she listens to her ramble. All of y/n's friends hated harry something about him not treating her right while he was the total opposite. She never knew why that was but to hear her bestfriend had slept with her boyfriend of years cut deep into her poor heart and the stabs just kept coming.

"It happened a few months ago and I couldn't stop myself from going back. I didn't mean for it to happen y/n you have to believe me" klara begs her eyes welled up with tears.

Y/n couldn't stop herself from thinking how much of a fool she was for thinking all those nail marks on his shoulder, love bites on his jaw and chest were from her when she knew it wasn't. The woman's perfumes he used to smell like made her realise it wasn't just Klara. And one thought kept haunting her mind as she stands on her doorway.

Had she really been that delusional ?

A/n: I think I just broke my own heart 😭. Who wants a part 2?

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cinemastyles-blog · 10 months

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Summary: this was an anon request from Wattpad - “guess who - zayn, niall, harry, she has to guess who is touching her, eating her out, or fucking her”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, foursome, guy x guy actions, drunk/high actions, smoking weed, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, hair pulling, biting, heavy teasing, oral (all), fingering, this is going to be absolutely filthy

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You watched as the party grew to its end.

You walked over and sat down on the bean bag chair that was on the floor. You fell back onto it and let out a sigh.

“Hello gorgeous.”

You tilt your head up and smile as you see Harry, “Hey sexy.”

He raises his eyebrows as he sits down on the bean bag next to you, “Havin’ fun?” He asks as he puts a joint between his lips.

Your eyes follow the lighter watch as he lights it, “Uh huh.”

He puts the lighter back in his pocket and nods, “Uh huh.” He mocks you with a chuckle.

You roll your eyes and laugh, “Stop it.”

He hands you the joint and you take it. He watches as you bring it up to your lips and close your eyes as you inhale.

His bottom lip is caught between his teeth. You tilt your head back and slowly exhaled the smoke. He shifted around slightly and you turned to look at him.

You smirk and glance down. He looks at you with a smirk and Niall, Zayn and a few others come walking over, “Hey, hey. Wanna play truth or dare?” Louis asks reaching out for the joint.

“Sure.” You answer quickly.

“Alright.” Louis cheers and the others cheer with him, “Harry?”

Harry looks over at you and scrunches his nose with a smirk, “Yeah, alright.”

You smirk and pluck the joint from Louis’ hand. You put it between your lips and sit back as you inhale.

You hand it to Harry and he gently grazes your hand before taking it. You look over at him with a smirk.

Your friends friend pile in, and you’re quick to realize that they’re all the douchey duck boys.

That just means you’re going to be the sexualized target for the night.

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“Y/N.”

You look up at Louis, “Yes?”

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” You answer quickly.

“Oh shit, alright.” He says kind of surprised. I dare you to pick one of us to make out with.”

“Tommo, dude. Come on. She’s Harry’s fuck buddy, so we all know who she’s going to pick.”

You glance over at Harry and he gives you a slight nod.

He knows exactly who you’re going for.

“Fine.” You say as you stand up.

Harry watches you walk over to your pick and straddle his lap. You grab his cheeks and wink at him before you lean in.

His hands slide to your hips as your work together in a slow rhythm.

Niall joins you and Harry for sex occasionally, but no one knows it.

His grip tightens and you lean back, giving him a smile.

“Niall, bro. What the fuck?” His friend pats his back as he smiles.

Niall watches you walk towards your seat and sit down.

You glance over at him and give him a nod. He nods back, confirming that he got the invitation to come over tonight.

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You take the new joint from Harry and take a long drag.

“Hey.” He whispers with a smile, “That was mine.”

You shrug and hand it back to him, “Sorry.” You smile and tilt your head as you lean in towards him, “Ill make it up to you?”

He nods and smirks, “Mhm.”

“You want to invite your friend?”

His eyes light up, “Yeah?”

You nod, “Oh yeah.”

He pulls out his phone and types the message before pressing send.

Your eyes glance across the room to Zayn, who also joins you for sex occasionally.

He takes his phone out of his pocket and smirks slightly before looking up at you and Harry.

He gives you guys a nod and you look at Harry with a smirk.

“Y/N. My love.” Brock says standing up.

You hated Brock and you made it obvious too.

You roll your eyes, “What do you want?”

“I want you to chose.. truth.. Or dare?” He holds his arms out.

“Truth.” You mumble.

“What was that? Couldn’t quite hear ya.” He laugh and you look at him, “Truth.” You say louder.

“Hmm. Okay. Is it true that Harry pays you for sex?”

You clench your jaw and go to stand up but Harry flies up out of his seat and punches Brock.

Harry knocking him out with one punch has you needing his cock in you. You stand up and grab Harry’s hand, “We should go.”

You pull Harry along and turn back to laugh with him as soon as you leave the room.

“Oh my fu- Harry!” You cover your mouth and wrap your arm around his waist, “I’m starting to think you actually do like me.”

He chuckles and pulls you close to him, “Course I like you.” He gives your ass a squeeze and kisses your forehead.

You and Harry aren’t technically dating, but at this point, you might as well be.

“Hey. Wait up.” Niall yells just loud enough for you to hear. You stop and turn around and see Niall and Zayn walking towards you.

“Hey.” You smile and break away from Harry to greet the other two.

You wrap your arms around Niall and give him a kiss before moving onto Zayn and doing the same thing.

They each hug and kiss you back and greet Harry.

“Shall we go on then?” Harry suggests.

“Yes, please.” Zayn looks you up and down and wraps his arm around your waist as he leads you to the door. Harry and Niall follow behind.

Once out outside, Harry wraps his arm around you, laying his hand on Zayn’s arm.

Niall walks on the other side of Harry, “So who’s house?”

“We can go to mine.” Zayn offers.

“Yes.” You say looking up at him. He smirks and kisses your cheek, “Alright.”

Harry had to remind himself that he’ll get you back to himself soon. He just got a little jealous is all, even though he reminds you he is willing and wanting to do this, he can’t help it.

“Perfect.” Harry smiles and walks you to his car, “Meet you there.”

Zayn goes towards his car, “Alright, be careful.”

“Yeah, see you there.” Niall says going to his car.

You get in as Harry does too and he looks at you, “When Zayn kissed your cheek, I got a little jealous.”

You look at him and shake your head, “hey, Harry. If you don’t wanna do this, we don’t ha-“

“No, babe, do. Trust me. I do. I just.. am protective over you I guess?” He shaves his head, “I don’t know.”

You lean over and grab his shirt, pulling him to you. You press your lips against his and slowly move them against his. You lean back slightly and look into his eyes, “You’re the one I go home with. Nothing is going to change that.”

He smirks and pecks your lips, “Damn right.”

You smile and lean back into your seat as he leans up to start the car. You buckle up and he rests his hand on your thigh as he starts driving.

You pull up to Zayn’s house and the two are waiting outside on the steps, “About time!” Niall yells with a laugh.

You smile and shake your head. You out the window up and look over at Harry, “You want to do this?”

He nods, “Hell. Yes.”

You smile nod, “Let’s go.”

You get out of the car and fix your dress. Harry walks around and holds his hand out. You grab his hand and shut the door before walking up to the others.

“What took ya so long?” Zayn asks standing up, “We thought you ditched.”

You walk up to them, still holding Harry’s hand, “”Harry and I just had a quick little chat, nothing bad. All is good, now come along.”

You walk in, the boys trailing behind you.

“How do you guys wanna do this?” You smirk and cross your arms.

“I have an idea.” Harry speaks up.

You tilt your head and raise your eyebrows, “Do tell.”

He smirks, “How about we play a little game?”

“Hmm.” You nod and slowly walk up to him, “How’s it played?” He looks down at you and smirks, “You’re blindfolded, maybe even tied to the bed. Then you have to guess who does things to you.”

You bite your lip at you stare up at him. You slowly nod your head and look over at Zayn and Niall.

“And we can do an array of things to you, y/n.” Harry adds, “Like, kissing you. Or touching you. Or eating out that beautiful little pussy.”

Your breathe catches in your throat and you nod again, “Please.”

Harry smirks and nods to the guys, “Good to go.”

They lead you to the bedroom and Zayn closes the door, locking it for safe measure.

“Take off your dress, love.” Niall says unbuttoning his shirt. You slowly take your arms out of the straps and start to push the fabric down your body.

Their eyes are examining the newly shown skin quickly, all quietly groaning things.

You step out of your dress and turn around slowly.

“Damn.” Niall says raising his eyebrows.

“Sexy as ever, yeah?” Zayn bites his lip with a smirk.

Harry is speechless when it comes to you. All he can do is smile, happy to be seeing you naked.

“So, when’s the game start?” You ask as you sit back on the bed. You lean back onto your arms and bring a foot up onto the bed, “Cause I’m ready.”

“Y-yeah.” Harry clears his throat and points, “Zayn do you have a blindfold or anything here?”

Zayn nods, “Yeah I have something.” He goes to his dresser and opens the drawer, “Yeah.” He pulls out a black tie and hands it to Harry.

Harry nods towards you, “Go ahead, mate.”

Zayn nods and walks over to you, “Move up for me.”

You move up and lay in the middle of the bed. Zayn kneels down and looks at you, “Can I put this on you?”

You bit your lip and nod.

“Anytime you want it off just tell us, yeah?”

“Got it.” You smile and close your eyes as he lays the silk fabric over your eyes, tying it behind your head.

Your heart starts to beat a little faster now that one of your senses has been taken away.

“You guess wrong. You get a spank, understand?” Harry’s voice causes you to jump a little bit, “Y-yes.”

“Alright, baby. You ready?” Harry asks, we love the consentful kings.

“Yes.”

You take a deep breathe bite your lip, thinking of ways you can tell who is who.

Zayn is obvious because of his facial hair, but you know him, and he’s smart. He’ll probably only just use his hands.

You swallow as you feel a presence move close to you.

A hand gently lays on your leg, slowly gliding it up your smooth skin. His fingers play with the band of your panties and you try so hard to remember how Harry’s touch feels.

You let out small whimpers, squirming at the touch. You try to get him to touch you more without actually asking him.

You can’t tell and it’s driving you crazy.

Right now, you’d take a spanking over teasing.

“Niall?” You breathe out.

“Good girl.” He says tapping your thigh.

You let out a whimper, sad that you actually guessed right.

You turn your heads towards them and jump slightly as you feel a hand brush your cheek.

You smile instantly, knowing it’s Harry.

You bite your lip, waiting it out to see if your right. His hands glides down your neck and brushes under your chin.

“Harry.” You say with a smirk.

You hear Harry chuckle and he leans down and kisses your shoulder, “Good girl.”

The praise still sends shivers down your spine each time.

You loved it.

Harry walks away and the next one walks up. You have a feeling they sent Niall to try and throw you off, but you’re going to see.

Hands move your legs apart and he presses him thumb to your covered clit. You gasp and tilt your head back, moving your hips for more.

His thumb slowly starts to move in slow, hard circles.

You let out a moan, arching your back at the action, “F-Fuck.”

“N-Niall?”

Zayn chuckles, “Roll over, sweetheart.”

You let out an excited giggle and roll over onto your stomach. You lay your head on the pillow and arch your ass into the air. You bite you lip as you hear shuffling.

You let out a scream as a hand connect with the skin on your ass cheek hard.

“Fuck.” You moan as you move your hips slowly.

It’s silent and you know they’re waiting for you to guys so you call out a name, “Harry!”

You feel one of them get on the bed and lay their hands on your ass, “Yes baby.” Harry digs his finger tips into your skin and squeezes.

You moan at the feeling and push your hips back into him. Harry leans forward and presses his lips to your thigh, “You want me to eat that pussy?”

“Mhm.” You whimper, “yes.”

His hands slide up and hook into the band on your panties. He slowly pulls them down over your ass and licks his lips as you already soaked pussy comes into view.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He whispers as he lets your panties drop to your knees. He slides his hand up and uses his thumbs to pull your pull folds apart.

He leans in and slides his tongue in and out of you. You gasp and push your hips back, moaning as you grip the pillow, “Fuck, yes. Yes.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and whine as he starts to rub slowly on your clit. You know that Zayn and Niall are watching. Seething with jealousy because Harry is tasting you first.

“Come on, baby. Cum for him.” Zayn says lowly.

Knowing that their eyes are glued on you being eaten out by their best friend turns you in even more.

“So close.” You whine quietly, “Shitshit.”

You reach back and tangle your fingers into Harry’s hair. You thought for sure you were going to get yelled at.

You pull as you clench around his tongue, “Fuck, yesyesyes!”

You let out a loud moan as you cum, panting as Harry continues to rub your clit. Your legs start to jerk and you move your hips away, “Fuck okay.”

He lets out a chuckle and moves off the bed.

Next one comes over and you feel the bed sink down again.

One hand laps on your hip and you feel the head of someone’s cock rub against you.

You bite your lip and push your hips back.

You let out a loud moan as you feel him slip into you, pushing all the way in and resting there, feeling your walls pulsate around his cock.

You desperately try to think of who this is but your mind is so scrambled with pleasure right now you can’t even think of their names.

“F-fuck.” You pant, “Z-Zayn!”

You feel the grip on your hips tightens and you moan and smile because you’re right.

Zayn starts to thrust his cock in and out of you, slowly for a little bit then he’s quick to build up speed.

You let out a loud moan, clenching around his cock, “Fuck, fuck.”

You grip the pillow hard and push your hips back into him, “Fuck.” He moans as you cum around his cock, “Yeah, babe. That’s it.”

You whimper as he slowly thrusts and pulls out.

Your hips fall to the bed and you roll over onto your back.

You feel the next one come up and he lays his fingers under your chin. His thumb brushes against your lips.

You open your mouth and take his thumb between your lips. You start to suck and swirl your tongue and he moves his cock closer to your lips.

You take the head of his cock into your mouth and slowly work to get him wet. You pull your head back and he helps you sit up.

You take his cock back into your mouth and you slowly bob your head, sucking and swirling your tongue as you hold into his thighs.

You lean back taking a deep breathe, “Niall.” You breathe out as you go back to work on his cock.

He lays a hand on the back of your head and you try to relax your throat.

“That’s my girl.” He whispers as he slowly starts to move your head, “Fuck.” He groans as he can feel his cock getting closer to your throat, “Shit, “Take it baby, I know you can.”

You take a deep breathe through your nose and slowly push your head down into him, welcoming him into your throat with a gag.

He moans and jolts his hips forward, “Fucking shit.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and pull your head back. You sit there panting as you wipe your chin with your wrist.

“Always so fucking good at that.” He grabs your chin and shakes it before getting off the bed. Someone gets on the bed at your knees and another on your left side.

A pair of hands grab your hips and another pair grabs your boobs. You let out a long moan as someone’s cock slips into your pussy, “Fuck, Harry.”

You moan as he smacks your ass, “Yes baby, shit.” He groans and thrusts his hips faster.

Ha hand grabs your jaw and turns your head towards them. You immediately open your mouth and as soon as you do you’re met with another cock.

You moan around him as you bob your head. He lays a a hand on the back of your head and grips your hair, causing your blindfold to shift.

You clench around Harry’s cock and he moans, “Fuck, yes baby.” He lays a a hand on your lower back and thrusts his cock into you slow and deep.

You move your head back, “Niall?” You ask with a smirk.

He doesn’t answer you for a few moments and Harry’s thrusts are still slow.

“Hello?” You ask tilting your head.

Niall plucks the blindfold off of your head and grabs your cheeks, “You don’t seed that any more.”

Harry’s thrusts become faster and you moan around Niall’s cock. You relax your throat and take a deep breath before welcoming his cock into your throat with a slight gag.

He moans loudly and pushes your head down before letting go. You move you head back and look up at him with a smile.

He bites his lip and shakes his head, “So pretty.” He brushes hair from your face and watches as Harry fucks you.

You lay your hand on Niall’s chest, “Fuck me too, please.” You whimper, “Please.”

He nods and lays down on the bed. Harry stops and pulls out so you and move to straddle Niall. You move up and lean down to kiss him as you slide down onto his cock.

You whimper into his mouth and bring a hand up to pull on his hair, “Fuck, Ni..”

He wraps and arm around hour waist, digging his finger tips into your skin, “Shit, shit. You’re gunna make me cum- fuck!”

He tilts his head back, biting his lip and closing his eyes and you lean forward and get in position for Harry.

You look over at Zayn and reach out to him, “Give me that cock, daddy.”

He smirks as he walks over to you and gets on his knees on the bed. He reaches out and touches your tits, moaning as you start to stroke his cock.

Niall’s eyes are fixated on you devouring Zayn’s cock above him.

Harry grabs your ass cheeks and giggles them before spreading them. He leans in, spitting onto your asshole before rubbing his finger around it.

You gasp when you feel what’s happening.

He slowly works his finger in and you moan as you feel him slowly push a second one in.

Niall holds your hips still and starts to thrust his hips upward.

You moan around Zayn’s cock and tilt your head back, “Fuck.” You pump Zayn’s sock in your hand and look up at him. You close your eyes and your lips part.

A quiet squeal leaves your lips as you clench around Niall’s cock and Harry’s fingers.

“Fuckfuckfuck.” You arch your back down and push your hips up. You squirt all over Niall’s cock and they all moan.

“Fuck that was hot, baby.” Harry groans as he pulls his fingers out, “Gonna make you do that with my cock.”

Harry slowly pulls his fingers out and moves up. He spits on his cock, lubing it up before rubbing it against your asshole.

You get Niall’s cock back inside of you and you take Zayn’s cock into your mouth again.

Harry slowly pushes his cock in and you instantly moan. You tilt your head back and pump Zayn’s cock, “Fuck, fuck, Harry.”

You wine as Niall pushes his cock deep inside of you and holds it there. Zayn watches as you suck his cock, moaning and swirling your tongue.

Harry pushes his cock the rest of the way in and squeezes your ass cheeks, “Fuck, your ass feels so fuckin’ good..”

You whimper and swirl your tongue around Zayn’s cock, pumping what you don’t fit, “Fuck.” You moan loudly as you tilt you head back.

Harry and Niall work their hips in the same rhythm as one another, “Fuck.” Niall groans from under you. You look down at him and lean down.

He lays a hand on your cheek as you kiss him. Your lips move in sync with his as your hand still pumps Zayn’s cock.

Zayn watches as you make out with Niall before his eyes move to Harry’s cock sliding in and out of your ass, “Fuck.” He reaches down and grips your hair, pulling your head up from Niall’s lips.

You let out a whimper and you tilt your head up to look at him. You bit your lip and moan as Harry starts to start slow but hard.

Harry let’s out a groan as he squeezes your ass cheeks harder, “Fuck, ba-baby.” You look up at Zayn and he squeezes your cheeks.

You part your lips and close your eyes, moaning as he slips his cock into your mouth once again, “What do you say, fellas. We fill her all at once?” Zayn suggests with a smirk.

His cock slips further into your mouth as the grip on your hair tightens. You take a deep breathe through your nose and try to relax as much as you can.

You let out moan that’s muffle by his cock and clench around Niall and Harry’s cocks. You dig your nails into Niall’s chests and he groans.

He tights his grip on your hips and closes his eyes, “Fuck, I need to cum in ya.” Niall pants.

You whine and Zayn pushes your head down, slowly sliding into your throat. You gag and fling your hands do his thighs.

You squeeze your eyes shut and moan as Niall rubs your clit, “Fuck, he curses.”

Zayn lifts your head off of him, giving you a second to breathe.

You can feel your orgasm getting closer.. and closer as he pulls your head back over to him. He moans as you instantly suck his cock.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Zayn groans lowly, “fuck.” He watches as you suck him off in your own beautiful way that suit him best.

Harry moans as you clench around his cock quickly. He digs his fingers into your skin, moaning as he pushes his cock deep inside of you.

He groans as his cock twitches a few time, coating your insides with his cum.

Niall is very quick to follow and he pulls your hips down onto him, pushing his hips up and groaning as his cock twitches inside of your tired cunt.

Zayn places both hands on your head thrusts in and out of your throat a few time. He pulls out and lets you suck him off as he cums, swallowing every drop.

You lick him clean and lay down next to Niall, “Fuck, you guys are insane.” You look around laughs and shake your head, “No, I love having sex with you.”

Harry’s eyes stay on you, jealousy building up inside of him again, “Alright, we’ll, I think it’s time we get going.” Harry stands up and tosses you your dress.

He finds his clothes and you look at Niall and Zayn confused, “I’ll call you guys.” You whisper to them and kiss their cheeks, “Thank you.” You wink at them and slip on your dress. You grab your shoes and you walk over to Harry.

Once he grabs your hand, he wasn’t letting go for anything.

“Baby?” You whisper, “Harry, hey. What’s happening?”

He glances over at you and shakes his head, “I need to fuck this jealously out of my system.” He stops and pulls you close to him.

You look up at him and lay a hand on his cheek, “I am your girl. I go home with you.” You pull him down to kiss him and he smiles against your lips, “I’m still going to fuck the absolute shit out of you when we get home.”

You nod and laugh as you head for the car.

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Do we like Narry? How do we feel about it? I thought this was nasty. I did write this high so if there’s any fuck ups that’s my doing.

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tightjeansjavi · 1 year

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Tongue Tied

Joel Miller x f!reader

NSFW 🔞

A/N: I came up with this idea at work 😵‍💫 this one specifically is for @chaotic-mystery you’re welcome bby! This can be read as a stand-alone piece or a blurb/one-shot for ‘Burning in a Hopeless Dream’

Summary: a game of spin the bottle ends exactly how you imagine it to; you and Joel, a headboard banging, and tongues tied.

~word count : 4.2k~

Warnings: possessive! joel, jealous! joel, a lil feral and horny! joel, established relationship, swearing, tension, mentions of alcohol, smut, filth, consent, teasing, fingering, unprotected p in v (wrap that willy) oral (f receiving) a huge fucking praise kink, nicknames, cock warming, like just a whole lot of filth. Y’all get the warnings. (+18) minors dni !

Songs used:

“Small Talk” by Niall Horan

“Tonight you are Mine” by The Technicolors

“Dirty Love” by Mt. Joy

“Talk” by Hozier

It was Joel’s brilliant idea to throw you a ‘we’re so glad the knife didn’t go too deep!’ Party.

For some context, just two months ago, you were stabbed by one of Robert’s henchmen. You nearly bled out on Joel and Tess’s kitchen table. Joel was at your side the entire time you were recovering and now that you fully healed, what better way to celebrate than with a little dark humor, real fucking booze, and good company.

Tess had brought her friend Bea over and you already had your sneaking suspicion that they were an item already. Or, at the very least, they were 1000% fucking. Joel was a little slow with these sorts of things but you knew in time, he would figure it out. Regardless, you were happy for Tess and your friendship was seemingly coming full circle. Hell had certainly freezed over at that point. You, and Tess? Friends? Who would have ever thought that was even fucking possible. I guess you almost bleeding to death on the kitchen table was enough for her to finally end the quarrel between you two.

“Where in the hell did you manage to find some real fucking whiskey Tess?”

You were sitting across Joel’s lap on the couch. His arm was loosely wrapped around your waist, his fingers lightly holding onto the side of your hip where the soft skin there met your thigh. He always had to be touching you somehow. Being affectionate was something that Joel really never understood, nor cared for, but you changed his view on it. Now? He couldn’t get enough of you, or your skin on his. He was painfully addicted, royally and utterly fucked, because of you.

You felt him lightly tap his fingers against the sliver of skin exposed under your t-shirt as he took a sip from his own glass.

“Would you believe me if I told you those Fedra fucks somehow have their own stash of top-shelf booze?”

You brought the rim of the glass to your lips, taking a small sip and you could feel Joel staring at you. Not in a weird, or creepy way. He was admiring you.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Makes me hate them just a little bit more than I already do. Seriously though, what did you have to do to get this stuff?”

Tess laughed and took a sip from her own glass as she leaned back against the wall. “A handjob and a real quick one at that. Dude lasted all of 30 seconds. It was pretty pathetic but hey, I wanted to make sure you could taste some of the real fucking stuff for once. You earned it.”

Joel let out a weird noise, covering it with a chuckle over the rim of his glass. He had lightly squeezed your hip.

You weren’t even phased by Tess’s answer in the slightest.

“30 fucking seconds? Now that is honestly really pathetic. I appreciate you putting yourself through that bullshit. This stuff is definitely better than the other crap we’ve been drinking. So thank you again.” You raised your glass in her direction, a small grin on your lips.

Tess mirrored your actions, raising her glass in your direction before taking a sip.

“Just don’t expect me to put myself through that ever again, alright?”

You giggled, leaning back against Joel’s broad chest, shaking your head.

“Oh god, No! I will never expect you to put yourself through that again!”

It was Tess’s idea for everyone to play a friendly game of spin the bottle. As soon as she suggested it, Joel was grumbling about how it was a stupid game for teenagers and that he would not be participating in those kinds of shenanigans.

“Tess. I ain’t playin’ a silly little girls game. That shit is for teenagers. Do I look like a fuckin’ teenager to you?”

“No, but you’re fucking acting like one right now, Texas. Besides, if you get lucky enough, you’ll get to kiss your girl. C’mon, just one round.”

“I ain’t gotta get lucky enough to kiss her. Can kiss her whenever I want.” He gruffly spoke.

You gave him a light jab to his side with your elbow, turning around in his lap and gave him a warning look.

“Keep acting like that and you’re never gonna get to kiss me again cowboy.”

Joel narrowed his eyes at you challengingly. His eyebrow quirked up in your direction as he leaned in close enough for you to taste the warm whiskey on his breath.

“You wanna fuckin’ bet on that one sugar?” He went to brush his thumb against your plush, lower lip when you had given his chest a light shove, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

“Shuddup. You and I both know you’re not gonna win this one, honey. So get up from this fuckin couch and play this game with us. Or, you’re sleeping alone tonight.”

Joel grumbled something under his breath as he stared at you for a minute longer. He was trying to gauge if you were bullshitting him but by the way you stared right back, he knew you were dead serious.

“Fuckin’ gonna get you back for this sweetheart. You’ll see.”

You reached over and gave his cheek a light, affectionate pat, brushing your thumb against the coarse hair on his beard.

“Mhm. I’m sure you will, cowboy.”

Tess and Bea were already sat on the floor across from each other, an old empty beer bottle between them.

“Jesus fuck. You guys just gonna continue to eye fuck eachother or are we gonna play the game? Just one round, and then we’ll get out of your hair so you guys can rip each other's clothes off.” Tess said with a grin.

Your cheeks heated up at the slightest, from Tess’s crudeness, and the warm whiskey flowing through your veins.

You stood up from the couch, turning to look back at your lover, who was staring right back at you.

“C’mon Joel. Don’t make me ask you again.”

When he rolled his eyes in response, you wasted no time to grab his hand, yanking him up from the couch in one swift movement.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ woman. Alright, alright. I’m up.” He begrudgingly took a seat across from you on the worn carpet.

“We all know the rules, right? I mean..they’re fairly simple anyway.”

“Yeah, Tess. Just fuckin’ get on with it already.” Joel grumbled.

Tess turned to you and pushed the bottle in your direction.

“Think you get the first honors of spinning. Only fair after what you went through.”

You held your hand against your chest in mock shock as Tess gave you the first spin.

“Really? Wow, Tess. I think I’m going to document this moment forever.” You jokingly said.

“Oh, shut up. You’re lucky I actually have learned how to tolerate you. Now go on, spin.”

“I’m so loved.” You said with a giggle before grasping the bottle between your fingers, glancing at the three of them before you spun The bottle.

It spinned a few times before slowly coming to a stop. The opened end of the bottle was pointed directly at Tess.

You glanced at Joel for a moment. His brows were furrowed in slightly as he observed where the bottle was pointing. He was unashamedly looking forward to this, and you could tell just by the way he took his time with bringing the rim of his glass to his lips. His eyes were locked on yours, a smirk appearing.

“Well, you gonna kiss her baby doll?”

You could tell Tess was a little hesitant as she looked at you. You on the other hand? You were already scooting towards her. The liquor was giving you a bit of confidence boost as you reached for her face, gently holding her cheeks in your warm palms.

“You good with this?” You asked, while stroking your thumbs against her soft skin gently.

Tess had given you a slight nod of consent before you leaned in, just lightly brushing your lips against hers, your eyes fluttering shut as you pulled her in close. You teased her for a moment before fully pressing your lips against hers.

Much to everyone’s surprise, Tess kissed you back as she reached up, threading her fingers through your hair.

The kiss lasted all of 30 seconds as you bit down on her lower lip, tugging it out with your teeth before gently releasing it.

Tess had given you one last peck before she pulled back, grabbing what was left of her glass and tossed it down her throat.

“Fuck, I see why you like her so much Miller. She’s a damn fuckin good kisser.”

Joel was looking right at you as he spoke, nodding his head.

“Mhm. She damn well is. Don’t go gettin’ any ideas about stealin’ my girl Tess. She’s all mine, and I don’t take kindly to sharin’.”

You were used to Joel’s possessive nature by now. You lived through it. For some reason, hearing him say ‘my girl’ did something to you. You were absolutely counting down the minutes till Tess and Bea would leave so that you could have Joel all to yourself.

A few more rounds were played, much to Joel’s disapproval. You had ended up kissing Tess a couple more times and when you had slid into her lap at one point, Joel had enough. You could tell he was jealous just by the clench of his jaw, the furrow of his brows and the way he clutched the whiskey glass in his fist. You were afraid if he held it any tighter, the glass would surely break.

Whoops.

Tess and Bea got the memo pretty quick and had left after you crawled out her lap, an innocent look stricken across your pretty face.

“Did ya enjoy yourself sweetheart?” Joel was absentmindedly spinning the bottle now, his gaze falling on you.

“Mhm. Best, ‘we’re so glad the knife didn’t go deeper’ party ever.”

“Mmm. Thought so. You really liked kissin’ on Tess like that huh? You gonna save any of that for me?”

You were leaned back on your elbows as you looked over at him, an eyebrow raised in a suggestive manner.

“You jealous or something cowboy? You looked to be enjoying yourself as well. How about you take a final spin? See if you get lucky tonight.”

“Mmm. I ain’t got nothin’ to be jealous about when I know I get you at the end of the night.”

He spun the bottle once and watched it land facing you. You could both feel the air getting thick with tension. The chemistry was absolutely sizzling, sending all the warning signs that it was about to explode.

“Guess you are getting lucky tonight.”

Joel didn’t even have a moment to respond before you were in his lap, straddling his hips. The tension had shattered when he immediately grasped your hips between his rough, calloused palms. He bunched the thin fabric of your t-shirt up so he could finally touch your warm skin, he felt the goosebumps rising already.

“C’mon pretty girl. Kiss me already, please. You gonna make me beg ya?” He drawled.

You loved having Joel beneath you like this and at your mercy. You loved the way he looked up at you with his deep, puppy dog brown eyes. His lips were held in a slight pout as you brushed your thumb across his lower lip, watching as he nibbled on the tip of your finger.

God, submissive Joel was so fucking sexy.

You leaned down, grabbing his face in your hands before you finally kissed him, slotting your lips together as you held control of the situation. You knew it would only for a short moment before he’d take over. He lowly mumbled against your lips, your tongues tangled, teeth clashing.

“How do you want me tonight baby? You want it sweet? Rough? Filthy?”

He slid his hands up the expanse of your back, his fingers splayed out against your skin.

“All of the above, cowboy. I fucking want it all.”

He flipped you over onto your back with ease, yanking you down so you were underneath him. He was gripping your chin between his fingers, while his thumb brushed against your lower lip. Now you were looking up at him, anticipating his next move, while you wrapped your lips around the tip of his thumb, eyelashes fluttering. The sight of you beneath him, looking so needy, so pretty for him, had his cock twitching in his jeans.

“Look at you baby. You look so fuckin pretty for me honey. Fuck. Don’t look at me with those eyes. Y’know what those things do to me? Fuckin’ got me meltin’ like putty.” His Texas accent was thick, warm, deep, and it settled deliciously between your legs. You were aching for him already.

“Joel. Baby, please. C’mon.”

“Shh. I know, pretty girl. Gonna treat you real good, okay? You know I will. I got you, you got me. Now wrap your legs ‘round me. Ain’t gonna fuck you on the floor. Next time, Kay sugar? Want you on the bed.”

Joel didn’t have to ask you twice as you wrapped your thighs around his hips while he lifted you up into his arms with ease, grasping you by the outside of your thighs.

He managed to reattach his lips to yours while he carried you down the hall, using his hip to push open your shared bedroom. You only had a moment to breathe when he had tossed you onto the mattress. Your lips were swollen, and your face flushed as you watched him pull his shirt over his head with one hand.

It easily was one of the sexiest things a man could do. Even more sexy because Joel Miller was your man. Your fellow, your guy.

You let out a soft, heart clenching giggle as he crawled on top of you, peppering your face with warm kisses. His beard lightly scraped at your skin but you didn’t mind. You fucking loved it.

“Fuckin’ damn near lost my mind when you kissed Tess like that. Fuckin’ filthy of you to climb in her lap. What would have happened if I wasn’t in the room? Hmm sweet girl? Bet you woulda kept goin’.”

His kisses moved from your face to your jaw, and down your neck. He was sucking greedily at your tender flesh. His teeth, lips and tongue worked in a steady flow as he left his marks upon you. He loved the way you would grip his hair, and scrape your nails against his scalp. The feeling had his eyes rolling back into his skull.

“Joel..” you whimpered out his name as he continued to mark you up.

“Yeah, baby? Is it too much? Want me to stop?” He mumbled against your skin. His fingers were pushing your shirt back up, exposing more of your skin. His fingertips lightly brushed against your navel.

“Don’t stop, please. I need more. Joel, baby give me more.”

“Needy little thing for me, huh? Don’t want me to take my time with ya? Mmm..I think you can be a little patient, right sweet girl?”

“Touch me or so help me god—“

His fingers were at the waistband of your jeans, he had popped the button open and was now toying with the zipper.

He loved holding you over the edge like this.

“What’re gonna do about it if I don’t give you what you want, honey? C’mon. Be a good girl for me.”

You let out a frustrated huff, a whine slipping past your throat because you were that fucking desperate for his touch. You absolutely craved it.

“Joel, please. Want you, want your fingers, your tongue. Want it all, please. Please just fucking touch me.”

He chuckled while he slowly dragged your zipper down, slipping his fingers between the waistband of your jeans and your panties.

“Mmm. Well, since you said please…”

He brushed his fingers against your clit, watching as your pretty lips fell open and he drank it all in.

“Take your shirt off for me, sugar. Play with your pretty tits while I play with your pussy, Kay? Fuckin’ wet for me already. Absolutely drippin.’ That for me, or Tess?”

“Both.” You deadpanned as you wasted no time to lift your shirt above your head, tossing it to the side.

Joel couldn’t help but lean down and wrap his lips around one of your peaked buds as he sank his teeth against the sensitive skin, causing your body to jolt up slightly.

He had used his free hand, that wasn’t teasing you, to push your jeans down your legs. He yanked them down past your ankles, along with your panties.

All it took was for him to tap your thigh lightly and you were spreading your legs for him as if on command.

Damn him.

“Absolutely fuckin filthy. Look at you baby. Drippin’ for me, and Tess.”

He was teasing your slick folds, watching your face the entire time, with intensity. He watched your mouth go slack when he had slowly slipped in two of his fingers, pumping them slowly. He loved the way your eyes rolled back when he curled them against the soft, spongy texture of your walls.

Your moans filled the small room deliciously. He couldn’t wait to have you screaming so loud, the neighbors and patrolling FEDRA fucks would be able to hear you from outside.

“Feels good, huh baby? I gotta have a taste. Will you let me, sweet girl? Will you let me have a taste of your pretty little pussy?”

You grabbed his face, roughly pulling him down to you by his chin. You kissed him hard, tasting the smooth whiskey on his tongue, knocking the air out of your lungs and his. “Have a taste, cowboy.”

You pulled away from the searing kiss, your fingers still wrapped around his soft curls as you guided his head down, with zero hesitation.

“Fuckin’ don’t have to ask me twice.” He gruffly responded as he dragged his lips down your navel, scooting himself lower, on his knees. He used his free hand to yank you closer to him, holding his hand down against your stomach firmly with his arm wrapped around you, locking you in place.

He wasted no time to press a kiss to your aching cunt, dragging his tongue across your clit as he continued to curl his fingers. The combination was mind-numbing.

He had you moaning his name as if it was a fucking prayer. Each swipe of his tongue, each time he hit that spot that had you seeing stars, your moans would rise an octave. All for him. Your fellow, your guy.

“Sound so fuckin pretty for me baby. So fuckin pretty.” He mumbled against you, his mouth full of your pussy.

“F-f—fuck Joel. I’m—fuck. So good baby. So fuckin good.”

“Don’t come for me yet honey. Not yet, I know, sweet girl. Don’t give in.”

His beard was slightly scraping against your inner thighs, he shook his head back and forth, causing his nose to bump against your aching clit and your thighs to close in around his head. He surely had deep scratches along his scalp from how hard you were digging your nails into him.

“J—Joel! Fuck—stop! Stop! I can’t—baby I can’t hold on much longer!

His tongue was fiercely lapping at you now, your thighs squeezing, trembling around his head. You never thought the overwhelming euphoria would end till he lifting his mouth from you. His beard, and lips were coated in your arousal. His pupils darkened as he looked up at you.

Your other hand was toying with your breasts, pinching the sensitive nubs between your fingers as you panted, catching your breath as you looked down at your lover.

“Can I have a taste, please?” You breathed out.

He slipped his fingers out, they were coated in your arousal as he sat up on his knees, bringing them down to your lips, smearing them with your cum before he slipped them in. He watched as you wrapped your lips around his fingers, dragging your tongue across the ridges, your eyes fiercely locked on his.

“So fuckin’ pretty for me. You like the way you taste baby? You taste so fuckin’ sweet darlin’.”

He slipped his fingers out slowly, replacing them with his lips as he kissed you hard. Slipping his tongue past your lips with ease. There was something so erotic about you and him tasting your cum together.

You hear the sound of his belt clanking, his jeans dragging down his legs as he rid himself of his clothes, tossing them onto the floor with yours.

You were already pulling him in as close as possible when you felt his tip pressing against the side of your thigh, while his other hand was firmly wrapped around the headboard.

“Gonna scream for me darlin.’? Gonna let the neighbors fuckin’ know you’re mine?” He had detached his lips from yours, momentarily. His forehead gently resting against yours as he dragged his tip against your slick folds, letting out a low hiss.

“Loud enough that they’re gonna think I’m getting murdered, cowboy.”

“Mmm. That’s exactly what I fuckin like to hear. You ready baby? I got you, you got me.”

Joel always knew how to get your heart skipping a beat, and the butterflies in your stomach flapping. Even when you were fucking.

“I got you, you got me.” You let out a soft sigh when he slowly pressed into you, you loved the way he filled you up to the brim, each time. He stretched you deliciously. Nothing about Joel Miller was small, and you fucking loved it.

“Fuckin’ hell. So tight for me. So fuckin tight. Goddamn. Don’t think I’m ever gonna get used to being buried inside this pretty pussy. Grippin’ me so well. So good for me baby.” Joel praised you as he sank into your warmth.

His pubic bone was nudging yours. That’s how deep he was enveloped inside you.

Just where he always wanted to be.

“S’okay? Feelin’ good honey?’ He pressed a kiss to your jaw, nipping lightly at your chin as he dipped his head down.

You nodded, glancing down at where your bodies were connected while you brought your arms around his neck, threading your fingers through the back of his hair.

“S’good baby.”

He let out a breath of air as he drew his hips back before thrusting them forward, he repeated this motion a few more times, listening to the sound his hips would make when they smacked against your skin.

You brought your leg around his hip, digging the heel of your foot into his ass, pushing him in deeper as he started to pick up the pace, his jaw going slack as you clenched around him.

The headboard was smacking against the wall, the shitty mattress squeaking beneath the weight of his thrusts.

The room was thick in the stench of sex, and two lovers in the middle of it all.

Joel’s groans entwined with your moans as he rammed into you. His fingers were holding onto your hip so tightly, you surely would have bruises in the morning.

“That’s it baby doll. Takin’ me so fuckin’ good. Always so good for me baby. Fuckin’ can stay buried in you all fuckin’ night. Drunk off this pretty little pussy. Drunk off you darlin’.” His words came out jagged, in between groans as he dipped his head down to capture your lips once more.

Your tongues tied, teeth clashing, senses on overdrive.

This is where you always wanted to be.

His thrusts grew sloppy, uncoordinated as he came close to hitting his high. In the midst of his peaking orgasm, Joel was always attentive to make sure you got there before him. So it came as no surprise when he had released your hip from his harsh grip, and brought his hand down between where your bodies were connected and rubbed his thumb against your clit.

“That’s it, pretty girl. So fuckin close. You gonna cum for me honey? C’mon, I’ve got you. You’re safe. C’mon baby, let go!”

Your eyes rolled back into your skull as you came around him, clenching around his thick cock as your thighs quivered, and shook. He came shortly after you, his body shuttering as his orgasm rippled through him. He groaned out your name, his own personal prayer as he came undone, collapsing into your arms in a sweaty heap.

You both laughed as you came to your senses. Your fingers were gently playing with his sweaty hair, his cheek was pressed against your chest, his eyes blissfully closed. He refused to move, even as he went soft inside of you, his cum dripping down your thighs. You both felt safe here in each other's arms.

“That’s the last time you’re gonna say no to playing spin the bottle with me, right?” You whispered, your eyes closed as you rested your chin against the top of his sweat soaked head.

He hummed, bringing his arms around you, holding you close. “Mmm. Never gonna say no to you again baby. Never again.”

He was too tired to move, you were spent as well, so it came natural for him to fall asleep inside of you. Notched together, bodies entwined, right where you both always wanted to be.

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holdinonto-heartache · 11 months

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This master list will be updated as each one shot is published.

TOUR PHOTOGRAPHY Y/N | DADDY LOUIS | 1D DAYS LOUIS

All of these one shots are SMUT unless [fluff] is beside it.

Requests are accepted and if you’re looking for any other smut, I write Niall Horan and Harry Styles dirty one shots, too.

FITF LOUIS

Across the Arena

Netflix And Chill

FITF TOUR PHOTOGRAPHER Y/N

Shit, It’s About Damn Time

Louis, Come Here.

DADDY LOUIS

Daddy Louis

1D DAYS LOUIS

Secret’s Out

BOYFRIEND LOUIS

Got a Light?

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makeupinthedrawer · 2 years

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Chosen Family

authors note: i’m back😭😭 i’m sorry i hadn’t posted in forever☹️ i hope you enjoy this i really do🥺 i love you all so much!

upcoming content: so. much. fluff. literally just fluff. reader and niall’s daughter is adopted! also niall isn’t supposed to be famous in this one but it’s not so important lol

word count: 1.6k

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the twinkling lights strung across the wall, dimly illuminated the living room, the honeyed glow only contrasting with the street lights from the city below you, shining through the window. you really should get up and close the curtains, but you’d sank into the plush couch and it had yet to release you from its cloud like grip.

or maybe you just wanted to preserve this moment, fearing that even the slightest movement would break the bubble of pure happiness you’ve created. every inch of your and nialls flat had evidence of family on it. the three pairs of shoes at the door, the three dirty plates at the table, once covered in pizza, the boardgame taking up the living room floor, and the niall’s tender voice leaking out the bedroom door and into your heart.

the familiar story of the first harry potter lightly reached your ears, accompanied by a mess of giggles whenever niall changed accents for each of the different characters.

the fairy like laugh could only belong to your daughter.

you and niall had been trying for almost three years to adopt a daughter, having met your sweet lily a hear and a half ago. you two had instantly fallen in love and wanted to make her part of the little family the two of you created over the years.

little lily, nine years old standing at four feet four inches, with long brown hair that curled at the ends, scarily resembling nialls. and big eyes that took up half her face, the same shade as yours.

it was an easy decision to start a family, one of the many topics you and niall would whisper about tucked under his arm beneath the covers. it was also easy to come to the conclusion that you both wanted to adopt, thinking about how many children needed homes and how warm your flat was. yes it was small and the elevator was shotty, but it had a spare room. one with a view of the sea and the stars. and it had you two, who had more than enough love to give.

“umph!” you groaned at the added weight on your back, yet reveled in the warmth and hardness of his chest.

“you’re squishing me!” it was a muffled retort, but he heard you and rolled to the side so you were now sandwiched between the back of the couch and his front. shining blue pools immediately met your gaze and the emotion within them overtook you.

his eyes darted from your left eye to your right, then across the width of your nose, then your lips and back to your eyes again. these were the moments you lived for. the moments that were so quiet and so simple as you two just staring at each other, but it was something so uniquely niall. how he would be two inches apart from you yet his gaze held so much longing, and how when he finally did snap out of his trance, his lips would so gently press against your nose. these were the moments you missed from the stress of adoption papers and home checks.

“i can’t believe it.” was all he said.

“i know.” you did.

“i mean, she’s here to stay. like forever!”

kind hearted laughter escaped you at the look of pure disbelief on his face, as if he hadn’t spent the past month putting up shelves, buying dressers, and getting pretty much everything someone could sell him marketed towards a little girl.

“yup, that’s what we signed on for. no going back now, horan.”

he knew you were only kidding, yet even the mention of not having her shot a sense of dreading him “going back? i’d rather die. i don’t remember life without her.”

“same. i would use you as a human shield if it would protect lily.”

niall let out a large laugh at that, large hands grasping your waist, the tips of his fingers almost meeting in the middle.

“i wouldn’t expect anything less, darling.”

“did she go to bed yet?” you asked, aware of the silence coming from down the hall. how you were already so hyperaware of whatever she did shocked you, yet it was so natural. m

“mmm i’m actually supposed to be bringing you to her room.”

“oh?” you raised your brow in question.

“mm-hmm.” niall pressed a kiss to your cheek, leaving his lips to linger there as he whispered, “she reallt wanted her ma.”

with your faces pressed together. you smiles against his lips, eyes watery and niall could only look down at you as if you were an angel dropped from heaven and into his arms, onto his beat up couch.

“i think that’s you, my love.”

“it sure is!” you cried, throwing your legs over him and practically sliding across the hardwood floor in your socks to lily’s room.

you opened the door and was met with a quick yelp, as you saw lily snap the harry potter book closed and tucked it under her covers.

with a fake gasp you made your wat over to her, “are you reading ahead, baby?”

the rose hue that dusted her cheeks gave her away immediately.

“don’t tell on me!” she pleaded, tiny hands grasping yours.

“don’t worry lil, he never has to know.” you said back, with a wink.

you and niall wanted her to refer to you as mom and dad at her own pace. lily’s young but smart, and when you and niall decided to adopt a nine year old instead of a baby, you knew they’d know you weren’t their real parents.

lily did it sometimes. like when you were able to pick her up from school sometimes before the adoption was official, her teacher told you she had been giddy over her “new mommy and daddy” coming to pick her up. but when it was just the three of you, sometimes it would slip out, but mainly she would call you by your first names or just not at all. it was understandable, but the both of you couldn’t wait until she called you mom and dad with ease.

“who never has to know?” niall’s deep irish voice broke the silence and lily gasped and held her comforter tighter.

“nothing!” the two of you said in unison.

“what? you’re already keeping secrets from your da?” niall asked in fake surprise as he too squished onto her bed.

“n-no!” lily cried through giggles as niall attacked her with tickles!

“i think you are! i think you’re lying to daddy!” he spoke back, voice heavy with mirth yet so delicate around his precious girl.

“i-i- i’m not! i’m not lying to you, daddy!” lily let out through bursts of laughter. niall quickly relented and tugged her into his chest instead, pressing a long kiss to the top of her head. being a father came so naturally to him, as you knew it would. you noticed how protective he was of you when you two were just dating, so now that he had a wife and child, it was tenfold.

“good, i never want ya to keep things from me. unless you’re telling them to your ma. then that’s okay.” he spoke and lily nodded, resting her head on his chest and reaching her hand out to you, which you enveloped in your own. in this moment your whole family was connected as one, and you don’t think any of the three of you had ever been happier.

“it’s getting late, angel. i think you have to go to bed soon.”

a yawn left her as she rubbed her eye, snd behind her you saw niall’s face crumple in on itself at the cuteness of her tiny yawn.

“get some rest, petal.” niall cooed, kissing her forehead. when niall met lily he immediately started calling her petal, as “she was his flower.” and ever since lily has been totally enamored with the pet name.

niall clicked off the little lamp and the room fell dark, save for the night light. “good night lils, i love you.” you gently spoke, giving her one last kiss before beginning to stand. a tiny hand gripped your thigh that kept you there though.

“you guys should sleep here.” she requested, as if it was nothing but the pleading look in her eyes was enough to melt you both.

“you want us t-“

“okay!” you and niall said at the same time and before you could get your question out he was bent in the twin size bed with lily tugged on his chest, arms open wife for you to join them.

scrunching in with them was uncomfortable as you felt the press of lily’s hidden book against your back.

“oi! what… is… this doing here?” niall asked, reaching down and relieving your back of the sharp edges, but also revealing your secret.

lily gasped as if she had no idea how on earth that could get there! and you broke into laughter.

“well if its already there, can you read another chapter?“ she asked, peering up at your husband.

“i don’t know baby girl, its already reallh late.”

“please, da? so mommy can hear your different voices!” and that was what did it, as he started reading a second later, bicep keeping you pressed against his side.

and to the sound of niall’s different accents that you’ve heard millions of times, the wafting spice and citrus scent of him, and the low gasps and giggles of your daughter, you drifted off the sleep. entangled in your little family in the morning.

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ao3feed-larry · 2 years

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Blush

by MellowHex

Harry’s body is swathed in peach silk satin. It’s a lightweight slip dress that falls from his shoulders like water over his body, cool and almost slick with smoothness. It’s bias-cut, expensive, made for him. It makes him shiver to feel it slide up against his belly, his thighs, his tight hard nipples. He waits, in the antechamber to the King’s bedroom, and tries hard to suppress the shivers that run through his body despite the warmth of the late spring evening. Outside, the lilac sky darkens to dusk, shot through with pink and gold, the air thick with the scent of flowers, ripe and blossoming.

Harry is a young omega, presented at his first Royal ball, when he first meets Louis, the King. They're immediately infatuated with each other, but in the ancient hallways of the castle, whispers travel far and wide, and what they want is not what they're allowed to have.

Words: 33408, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Anne Cox, Jay Tomlinson, Simon Cowell, The Tomlinson Family, everyone except H&L is background

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, Omega Harry Styles, Alpha Louis Tomlinson, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, King Louis Tomlinson, Princess Harry Styles, i'm so glad those are filtered tags good job everyone, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, except it's just, Alpha/Omega, Slut Shaming, it's not aggressive but it's implied, Period Typical Attitudes, Period-Typical Sexism, do not ask me which period I do not know, they're young and in love in the english countryside, at some unspecified time in the past, it's vibes, Harry Styles in dresses, Fluff and Smut, almost no angst, no plot to speak of, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Don't worry it gets resolved, lots of emotional horniness, also regular horniness, So basically, Fetus Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, oki smut tags:, Scenting, omega drop, kind of, Louis Tomlinson Calls Harry Styles Pet Names, Praise Kink, Dom/sub Undertones, very very gentle rough sex, Enthusiastic Consent, No Underage Sex, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Chastity Device, First Time, Mildly Dubious Consent, because of the nature of a/b/o but it's veryyyyy mild, use of the word slut in a positive way, Dirty Talk, last but not least, Edgeplay, :)

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justice4canyonmoon · 2 years

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The New Neighbor

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

hi friends!!!! it’s been a while since I’ve written for Niall, so I thought I’d get back into it with a DILF Niall one-shot!! hope you like it 😌😌

warnings: SMUT!!! 18+ only!!! dom! Niall, daddy kink (ofc), spanking, unprotected sex, slight degradation

wc: (almost) 2.8k

Moving into a new apartment building was terrifying.

It was your first place all on your own. You finally graduated college and moved to a new city for your first job. The rent on this place was relatively cheap, and it was a fairly nice place for the price. Sure, your air conditioning unit made some strange noises, but honestly, that was the only real problem. Your parents had helped you move in four days ago, but you were feeling a bit too anxious to try and meet any of your neighbors. After socializing all day at your new job with new people, coming home and meeting even more new people just seemed like a lot.

So, you were preparing for yet another night in. You had cooked some chicken tikka masala, one of your favorites, and had just sat down to dig in when you heard a knock at your door.

That was strange. You obviously weren’t expecting anyone, since you hadn’t really made any friends yet, and your family hadn’t sent you any packages or anything. You peeked through the peephole in your door and saw a young girl standing there with a small plate of something, you couldn’t quite tell what. You also saw a man standing behind her, but you couldn’t quite make our his features. Maybe they lived in the complex?

Cautiously, you opened the door. The first person you saw was the girl, who was clad in denim overalls with a pink striped shirt underneath. She looked no older than 5, with her light brown hair in twin braids tied up with pink ribbons and bright blue eyes. The plate in her hand was stacked with what looked to be chocolate cookies. Some of them were a bit lumpy, which you assumed were her creation, but some of them looked rather nice.

“Hi!” the girl chirped, pulling you from your stupor, “we’re your neighbors! I’m Mia, and this is my daddy, Niall!” You looked up at Niall for the first time and almost audibly gasped. He was gorgeous! His dusty brown hair was slightly messed up, you assumed from the hat he held in his hand, and his eyes were as bright of a blue as his daughters. The purple t-shirt he was wearing was a bit on the tight side, allowing you to get a quick glance at his lean, yet muscular build. His smile was wide and welcoming as he gestured to the door across the hall.

“Yeah, we live in the apartment across the way! Saw you moving in and didn’t get a chance to introduce ourselves, so we figured that we’d come around! Hope we didn’t interrupt anything!” Niall explained.

You shook your head, “Oh no, you didn’t interrupt anything. I was just getting ready to have dinner.”

“Ooh, then you can have cookies for dessert! Daddy and I made them together!” Mia said, shoving the plate of cookies into your grasp.

You almost dropped them from the vigor at which she handed you the plate, but you managed to save them.

“Honey, be gentle when you hand people things. You don’t want them to drop them,” Niall gently reminded his daughter.

“Oops, sorry!” the girl replied.

You chuckled, “It’s fine. They look delicious!”

“I hope you like them. We should get going now, though, don’t want to hold you back from your dinner. It was nice meeting you!” Niall said.

“It was nice meeting you, too!” you replied.

“Bye-bye…” the little girl trailed off, “oh wait! You didn’t say your name, silly!”

You laughed softly, “I’m Y/n.”

“Okay, bye-bye, Y/n!” Mia said with a wave as her and her father started to enter their apartment.

But before they did, Niall turned back toward you. His eyes flickered up and down your form quickly, so quickly that you barely even caught it.

“If you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to come around!”

The door closed behind him, leaving you alone, still grasping the plate of cookies.

Had he just checked you out?

You had been moved in for a few weeks at this point. Slowly, you began to feel comfortable enough to introduce yourself to some of your neighbors, though Niall and Mia were definitely your favorites. They had even invited you over for dinner a few times, and you had the greatest time. Mia was hilarious: she was bold, daring, and loud, like a typical five year old. It was obvious how much Niall adored her, even though you could tell she exasperated him sometimes. And Niall, well…

With Niall, it felt like you could cut the tension with a knife. You had lost count of the amount of times you had caught him looking at you. Everything was kept PG since Mia was always around when you were over, but even when your back was turned to him, you could feel his eyes burning into you. You started playing a risky game, wearing slightly tighter (but still appropriate) shirts and pants to see if they would have an effect, and they certainly did. But nothing had happened between the two of you yet.

You were sitting on your couch responding to email one night when your phone buzzed.

Niall: Would you be free to come over for dinner again tomorrow night?

You looked at your phone with a little smile. You always looked forward to having dinner with the Horans.

Y/n: sure! I always love seeing both of you!

You waited for a minute and heard your phone buzz in response.

Niall: Actually, Mia will be at her mom’s this weekend. So it would just be the two of us if that’s alright.

You gulped. This would be the first time you had ever gotten Niall alone. Could tomorrow night be the night that something would finally happen between you?

Y/n: that’s alright. What time?

Niall: 7:00.

Y/n: works for me.

You were nervous, but also confident. If you played your cards right tomorrow, you’d finally get what you were craving.

When you got home from work the next day, you immediately started getting ready for the night ahead. By the time you had finished getting ready, it was already 6:55. You paced around your apartment nervously, wiping your sweaty palms on your dress. The outfit you were wearing certainly wasn’t subtle, and you were hoping that Niall wouldn’t completely reject the message you were trying to send. You spent those five minutes, the longest five minutes of your life in your opinion, worrying about it. But finally, the clock turned to 7:00 as you left your apartment and strode across the hall, knocking on his door.

When the door swung open, you both stood in shock and silence. His eyes trailed over your dress clad form. The red fabric of the bodycon dress clung to your curves perfectly. The sweetheart neckline, held up by thin straps, dipped down just enough that he could see the curve of your breasts, and the hem ended at mid-thigh, allowing Niall to see your legs, adorned with a pair of strappy black heels. Niall couldn’t find any words in that moment.

You weren’t fairing any better. He was wearing a short sleeved, black button up that showed off his muscular torso. The red pants were tight against his legs, and his hair was done perfectly, not a strand out of place. His normally bright blue eyes had darkened considerably, though you chose not to comment on it. Given that his usual attire for these dinners was a t-shirt and jeans so he could wrangle his daughter, you figured that he had the same intentions as you did now that you were alone.

“You look gorgeous, Y/n,” Niall told you when he finally got a grip on himself.

You smiled shyly, “Thank you, Niall. You look handsome.”

He grinned, opening the door and gesturing for you to enter, “Make yourself comfortable.”

You smiled a little bigger, stepping through the threshold to his home, the smell of delicious food washing over you.

The door closed behind you and Niall followed you into the kitchen. You walked over to the cabinet, knowing where the dishes were since you had been over so much, and grabbed two plates, one for each of you. Niall picked up silverware and the two of you went to the stovetop, serving yourself before sitting at the dinner table. It was silent for a little bit, the two of you not used to the quiet since there was usually a third person joining you. But you were alone, and now that you were sitting at the table, the tension was suffocating.

So to get the ball rolling, you leaned forward to grab the salt, strategically leaning so he got a clear view of your breasts. You heard him take a sharp breath, making you smirk.

“Should learn to put a little more salt in your food, Mr. Horan,” you teased.

“Should learn to wear clothes that you don’t spill out of,” he quipped.

“Oh, so you’re not enjoying the view?”

He chuckled, “I never said that. Just wasn’t sure if you intended me to see it.”

“Guess you know now,” you commented, shaking some salt onto your food and leaning over to put the shaker back, giving him a nice view once more.

“You’re killing me, darlin,” he said with a low growl.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” you tried to deny.

He shook his head, “You’re trouble.”

“I’m only trouble if you want me to be.”

Niall looked at you, a smirk appearing across his face to match yours, “Is that an invitation?”

“Maybe. Though we should probably finish dinner first,” you replied.

“Don’t think I’m hungry anymore.”

He was looking at you ravenously, and you were sure you were looking at him the same way.

“I’d feel bad, though. You put all of this time in to make this meal, and we won’t even eat it?” “With the dress you’re wearing, I can tell you didn’t come over here to eat.”

You stayed silent, knowing he was right. His eyes twinkled with victory and mischief as he rounded the table to the other side, stopping in front of you. He pulled you up to stand and immediately pressed his lips to yours with a hunger you had never experienced before. Your hands went up to his hair, tugging on the soft brown strands. Niall groaned into your mouth, hands making a downward descent as they wrapped securely around your waist. You broke the kiss briefly to move some of the dishes still stacked on the table before sitting on top of it, pulling him to you, and kissing him once more. Niall’s hands returned to your waist. The gentle patterns he was rubbing through the fabric of your dress perfectly contrasted the ferocity with which he kissed you.

His hands moved lower then, resting on your knees briefly before traveling up your thighs. Niall’s fingers wrapped around the hem of your panties.

He broke the kiss again to ask, “Is it alright if I take these off?” You nodded, lifting yourself off of the table so he could slide them down your legs. When he threw your panties on the floor, his hands returned between your thighs, spreading them slightly before teasingly running his fingers through your folds.

“Fuck,” you cursed as you unconsciously ground onto his fingers, “you’re such a tease, Niall.”

“Want me to stop?” he taunted, pulling his fingers away.

“You’d better not,” you hissed, yanking his hand back toward your core, but he pulled it away from you again.

“A bit demanding, are we? Gonna have to fuck that out of you.”

You maintained your coy smirk, but inside you were definitely losing your cool, “Seems like you’re all talk right now, Horan.”

“I’ll show you all talk,” he growled.

Before you even process that, he flipped you and bent you over the table. You gasped softly in surprise, feeling your pussy get ever wetter.

Niall pulled up the short shirt of your dress, exposing your bare ass to him. He took your cheeks in his hands, squeezing harshly.

He leaned down and whispered, “This okay?”

You nearly moaned just from that. It was rare to find a man who actually checked in with you.

“So okay,” you said breathlessly.

Niall smirked, rolling up his sleeves, “Good. Gonna have you crying before the end of this.”

The first slap to your ass almost felt like it came out of nowhere, making you jump.

“Don’t run away from me, darlin. Take it,” Niall commanded.

“Yes, Daddy,” you murmured, so quietly he almost didn’t hear it.

“What did you call me?”

The emotion in his voice was unreadable, and you were nervous that you made a mistake.

“Daddy,” you whispered, impossibly quiet.

The smack on the other side of your ass really caught you by surprise this time.

“Can’t believe you’re this much of a little slut,” Niall growled, continuing to spank you, “let me manhandle you, bend you over the table, smack your pretty ass, and now you’re calling me Daddy.”

You pressed your backside further into his hand, making his chuckle darkly, “Oh darlin, you’re just begging for me to ruin you now.”

Niall laid down a few more harsh smacks, and soon, your whines had turned into desperate moans.

“Please, Daddy, want you inside of me,” you begged, hoping to spur him on.

“Yeah, darlin,” he said huskily, “want me to pound you into the table?” “Please!” you cried, “need you so badly!”

You heard a zipper opening and smirked in triumph.

“Gonna fuck you so hard that you’ll need me to carry you back to your apartment,” Niall murmured, rubbing the tip of his cock through your soaked folds.

“Sounds like a fucking dream,” you moaned back.

He grinned and finally pushed in, already biting back moans from how good your pussy felt wrapped around him.

“Fit me like a fucking glove,” he sounded astonished, “god, how are you real?”

“Was wondering the same thing,” you panted.

Niall smirked again, immediately finding a punishing pace as he began to fuck you. He was already making good on his promise to make you cry. You were sure the two of you were a sight to behold: Niall, still fully dressed save his unzipped pants, gripping your hips like a vice and pounding his cock into you, and you, dress bunched up, face down, ass up, tears leaking from your eyes as you gripped the table for dear life.

“Fuck, Daddy!!! Feels so good,” you sobbed.

“Yeah?” he grunted, “like being fucked this hard?” “Yes,” you practically screamed, “best I’ve ever had.”

He smirked, satisfied as he used your pussy, “means you’re gonna cum soon, right? Gonna cum for Daddy?”

You nodded, reaching down and rubbing your clit vigorously, “So close, Daddy. Just don’t stop!”

Hell would have to freeze over for him to stop. He kept fucking you deliciously hard, making sure to hit every spot inside of you that would make you scream. After one particularly hard thrust, you felt yourself tipping over the edge.

“Fuck, Daddy, I’m cumming! I-”

You cut yourself off, unable to speak as the intensity of your oragsm completely wrecked you. Your legs trembled and your body pulsed with sensitivity and pleasure as Niall fucked you through your high. You didn’t even realize that he had pulled out until you heard the slick sounds of his stroking his cock.

“Shit, darlin, you’re so fucking good for me. Daddy’s gonna cum.”

“Cum on my ass, Daddy,” you begged, sticking it out for him, “want you to mark me up.”

“Shit,” he cursed, white ropes of cum spilling out of him and painting your ass.

The two of you stopped for a moment to catch your breath.

“Hope none of the neighbors were home to hear that,” you joked, still a bit out of breath.

Niall laughed softly, wiping a bit of sweat from his brow, “I’d feel sorry for them if you did. Stay right there, I’ll be right back.”

He disappeared briefly before returning with a pack of wipes. Gently, he wiped the cum off of your backside and any of your wetness that still remained between your thighs.

“God, I’m starving,” you thought aloud.

“Good thing dinner’s already on the table.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, “It’s probably cold by now. Want to order a pizza?”

Niall nodded, “Sounds good to me.”

You smiled. You had no idea what would come of this yet, but you sure as hell were glad that you moved in across the hall.

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softevan · 3 years

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The main question I’m asking myself is where are his hands?🤔🤤 legit to anything to be in her shoes omg

#harry styles #harry smut #one direction #harry styles dirty #niall horan #harry styles smut #harry styles imagines #harry thirst #harry styles dirty imagines #love of my life #darling #don’t worry darling #harry styles cute #harry styles one shot #imagine harry styles #harry styles fluff #harry styles recent

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ot4vinyl · 4 years

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One Direction - One Way Or Another (Teenage Kicks) (dir. Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan & Zayn Malik)

Premiered: February 20th, 2013

#one direction #stylesupdated #dailytomlinson #1dgif #1dedit #liam payne #niall horan #harry styles #louis tomlinson #zayn malik #ot5 #*gifs: ot5 #1danniversaries2020 #god liams and ot5s gifs were the hardest frames wise im sorry #they did niall and louis dirty with the little amount of solo shots they had

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harryspet · 4 years

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A Wife’s Duty [2] h.s.

[Warnings] a f’d up fanfic based on the handmaid’s tale, commander x wife, harry styles x named oc, noncon spanking, abuse, verbal abuse

In which Harry establishes her place in his home.

check out my my #masterlist for part one!

Like, reblog and let me know what you think!

Part of her felt violated. Like Harry had reached into the darkest part of her mind. Of her soul. She thought she’d feel clean and rejuvenated with the Lord’s spirit after consummating her marriage with her husband. Instead, she felt dirty. Dirty for letting someone touch her in that way and dirty for feeling so much pleasure from it.

The next morning, Harry was not lying beside her. She debated continuing to lie in bed but the sun was already up and she didn’t yet know what would be expected of her here. She didn’t want to make a bad impression by rising too late.

She found clothes waiting for her on the dresser, most likely laid out by Imogene. She carried them to the bathroom and as she glanced at herself, she noticed how disheveled she was. Her hair was a wild mess, her nightgown was riding all the way up, and bruises decorated her waist and thighs. Her neck was bright red and, as she lifted her gown, she noticed her neck was too.

He might as well have given her tattoos.

She frowned at herself. Had he really held her that hard? She wondered if she had left any marks on him.

Last night, Harry was an animal and she was the sacrificial lamb that was thrown into his cave. The moment was only awkward on her end and it made her wonder how many times he had done something like that with another girl. He had her first kiss and virginity. What did she have from him?

Ember showered and dressed in a cream-colored knee-length skirt and a pastel blue sweater. She wondered if it is a turtle neck was a coincidence. Either way, she was grateful because she didn’t feel like parading around her new home like a common whore. No matter how Harry treated her.

In a pair of beige flats, she headed down the stairs, once again staring at that beautiful chandelier.

The aroma of cooking breakfast filled the air and she followed it to where Harry showed her husband was in the dining room. At the head of the table sat her husband, eyes focused on the newspaper in front of him. There was a placement sad beside him so she assumed it was for her but, still, she stood in the entrance waiting for him to acknowledge her.

It seemed he was already done with his breakfast, toast crumbs sitting on his plate and his coffee cup empty. He looked over his newspaper and his eyes raked over the girl in front of him. His wife. Newly deflowered, “Are you not hungry?” He asked, expectantly.

She blushed. Gosh, it seemed like she couldn’t make any of the right moves with him. She walked over to the seat beside him and pulled out the chair before sitting down, “I’m sorry for being late,” She folded her napkin neatly on her lap.

“I’m just early,” He spoke concisely as Imogen appeared to say good morning and to refill Harry’s cup of coffee. Ember smiled at the older woman and, despite how she felt like a new person from yesterday, the woman returned her warm smile.

There was lots of food spread over the table, more than both of them could probably eat. She hoped it wasn’t going to waste. Still, she filled her plate and began to fill the hole in her stomach.

“Alec is out back,” Imogene spoke to Harry who didn’t even lift his head from his newspaper, “It seems our new little filly is a bit of a handful. But she seems playful.”

“Tell him I’ll be out in a moment,” Imogene only nodded.

Swallowing a piece of bacon, Ember looked to Harry, “A filly?”

“Yes,” He looked up to see she was still confused and sighed, “A baby horse. A girl.”

Ember’s eyes seemed to widen a bit, “You have a baby horse?”

He began to fold his newspaper, “I have several horses. But you, Ember, have a baby horse,” She almost choked on her food.

“I-I what?”

“A wedding present from my uncle. She was born three weeks ago,” Ember blinked, eyes wide. She smiled but part of her was scared of smiling. Smiling meant she was okay with this. Smiling meant she was accepting a future here, “I’m assuming you’re happy about it.”

Ember nodded, “Yes, of course. No one’s ever gotten me . . . anything before. Let alone a horse. I cannot wait to meet your uncle, he seems like a kind man.”

Harry didn’t comment on that and she couldn’t read his eyes for a sign of anything. He was really good at hiding things.

“Who is Alec?” Ember asked next.

Harry frowned before taking a sip of his coffee, “He tends to the land and the animals. You can meet him after breakfast. If you finish anytime soon,” With that, she stopped talking and finished the rest of her plate.

Ember named her Blue. She wasn’t blue. She was blonde actually but she liked the name and neither Harry nor Alec protested it. She stood behind a tall white fence, watching Alec, as he played with the filly. She was still very wild, running away when she called him and biting at him when he got too close.

Alec was handsome with reddish-brown hair, freckles that decorated his nose and a nice smile. He seemed like someone she might’ve been friends with if she hadn’t been shipped off to Haynes Girls Reformatory at such an early age. There were no boys there, she almost felt weird when Alec was so nice to her.

Alec led the baby horse closer to us, “Here, you can pet her, Ember. I’ll put my hand down to show her it’s okay and then you can touch the same spot, okay?” She nodded eagerly.

A quick glance at Harry showed he was hesitant but Ember was too excited to care. She reached over the fence to place a hand on the filly, right where Alec’s had been, and gave her a soft pat, “See, she likes you, you’ll be riding her in no time.”

“I can ride her?” She looked at Alec with a childlike wonder.

“When she’s much older and trained. And after you’re trained too Ember,” Harry interjected. Her smile fell a little bit but she just continued to pet the horse.

I didn’t seem like Harry wanted to stick around for much longer after that. He escorted her back to the house, she waved goodbye to Alec, and he went off to do whatever the Commander's did. She thought she should be more curious about what he does but, honestly, it was the last thing on her mind.

She didn’t understand how the man could go from making her claim she was his to being cold and distant. She was more curious about the man beneath the mask of the Commander.

She found a small library on the second floor, each wall covered in a giant oak bookcase and a comfortable seating area by the window. She simply picked a book, a classic one that would make her look smart in front of whatever posh people Harry associated with. She unleashed the tight bun her hair was in and relaxed. A hundred pages later and she was dozing off.

She awoke to a car pulling in front of the home. Harry was back from the meeting with the guy on the phone from yesterday, she assumed. She was about to begin another hundred pages when a thunderous boom roared through the house, the slamming of a door.

Ember sat up from her spot, shutting her book slowly, before going to peak out the door. She can hear that downstairs Harry was yelling about something and Imogene was trying to calm him. He spoke some cursed words and Ember wondered how he could speak that way in front of such a nice woman.

Ember left the room, tiptoeing downstairs so she could see what was going on.

“What do they want from me, huh? To roll over like a dog! I sit on committees, I run campaigns, I go to their charity fundraisers, hell, I even got fucking married. And the comments keep coming. They won’t ever stop!”

“Harry, please, if you don’t go along with them-”

“I know, I know. Political suicide. It’s not what my mother would have wanted, I know. I fucking know-”

Ember rounded the corner into the kitchen, “You shouldn’t speak to her that way,” The words left Ember’s lips before she could stop them. His eyes narrowed her and even Imogene seemed to freeze.

“What did you say?” Harry seemed to snarl, taking a step closer to her.

“I-I mean … I-I wanted to help. I understand that you’re angry, Harry-”

“Commander,” he interrupted with venom in his tone, “I’m your Commander. You will address me as such. You will not help because you know nothing. You will not even take a single breath unless I approve it. And you’ll return to your room without another word, Ember.” He wasn’t shouting anymore though she felt a pounding in her ears. What was she to do? He looked like he was going to explode at any moment.

Her eyes began to well up with tears and she turned to walk away. She covered her mouth, trying to hold in a sob, as she hurried up the stairs.

Imogene was not the one who gave her the information that she was being summoned to Harry’s study. It was a younger servant, one who had a scar over her left eyes that told me that it was missing. She wondered who had been able to hurt a young girl in that way.

His study was opposite the library and two giant dark wood doors separated it from the rest of the house. Ember knocked with a trembling hand and she heard him murmur to come inside.

Ember slipped inside, her head so low that she couldn’t even take in the vast room. She felt her eyes on him and she shook even more.

He sighed, “You think I’m a monster, don’t you?” It wasn’t really phrased as a question.

“No, Commander,” she lied.

“Imogene thinks I am. Half of one at least. She’s understanding of my moods. She raised me so she’s accustomed to it. My intention was not to disrespect her and she knows that “Ember was quiet. Maybe that kind smile she received from Imogene meant more than she originally thought. The woman probably knew there were bruises beneath my sweater, “If there’s one thing you need to know about me, Ember, is that I do care. A lot. Imogene and Alec were all I had. And now that you’re here, I assume we will get to that place too.”

He was pacing in front of her and her eyes were now on his black shoes, “I also care about my family and, this is the life they wanted for me, so I will respect that. I care about having a favorable view in the eyes of my constituents and fellow commanders. To do that I need to have control in my city but also in my own home. You have duties as my wife and one of them is to not overstep me.”

“I’m sorry,” Ember whispered, the words barely audible.

“You will be,” He spoke as he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him, before dragging her over to a leather couch. He sat down before rustling her small body over his knee. He held her upper body down with his elbow as he lifted her skirt and lowered her panties, “You’ll make it worse if you squirm.”

Only five seconds later she had gone rigid as she realized she didn’t want things to get worse.

His palm ran over her bare bottom as he said, “I could’ve used my belt,” she flinched, “And I could’ve made Imogene and Alec watch since their members of this household. Consider yourself lucky that I’m giving you a chance.”

She whimpered and he only hit her bottom hard, “Say thank you.”

“Thank you!” She rushed out before quickly adding, “Thank you, Commander.”

“I’ll only give you ten if you can be a good girl and thank me for each one.”

She nodded quickly before saying, “I’ll be good, Commander.”

And then it really began.

One. “Thank you, Commander.”

...

Three. “Thank you, Commander.”

...

Seven. “T-Thank y-you, Commander.”

...

Ten. “Thank you, Commander! Please, please, please, stop!”

He sighed, lifting her underwear, before pulling the sobbing girl into his chest. She had nowhere to go, no other source of comfort so she held him tightly.

She was convinced that he would have little problems from her seeing as she could barely handle ten from his hand. Threatening the belt would be very effective.

He let the girl soak his white t-shirt with her tears as he ran a soothing hand down her back and fingers through her hair, “You’re mine, Ember, through good and bad behavior. In the end, I’m still going to be here,” Ember simply closed her eyes and welcomed the silence.

My request are open! Part 3 of this series is already posted!

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harryxmarvel · 11 months

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Can you do an angst piece where they have a 3 year old and everything has been really crazy but H is spending the most of his time working and not helping y/n? Bonus points if an ex girlfriend comes back into the picture

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Summary : Harry prioritised work over his family

Pairing : famous!Harry x reader!y/n

Warning : but of angst, fluff , none of the personalities of the characters are real. Purely fictional!

A/n : not really an angsty piece tbh but hope you like it :)

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Taking care of a three year old while being 5 months pregnant is not an easy task and while y/n had been down playing it as no hard work to everyone asking her ,it was bad. With a popstar husband busy writing the album of the year he seems to have neglected his family and was yet to realise it.

Although y/n was working from home she missed dressing up and going out and enjoying the weather or having her favourite ice cream in the park. But the most she missed was her husband who was working late yet again he couldn't join them for dinner. Their little baby daughter asking for her father before her bedtime for a kiss but how could y/n explain to a three year old that he was working, he was so busy to take some time to spend with his family.

It made her think back to the time when they decided to have a kid and Harry promised to always be there for them but now y/n was worried. Sure he always came back but she needed him here. She needed him when her morning sickness left her tired, she needed him to help her around the house and most of all she needed him to take care of Avery and her even for just a minute.

Her swollen ankles and the bump making it hard for her to do things in their house but Harry had no idea as he climbs into bed at 4 in the morning apologizing for waking her up and by the time y/n wakes up to prepare Avery's breakfast and lunch he was already long gone.

Y/n doesn't even remember the last time they had an actual conversation face to face. He sends texts every now and then to check up on them but that was it.

Y/n was in the shower, she swore off baths since she couldn't get up on her own and had a wave of mood swings had hit her so she had called crying to Harry to come help her up. It was a fond memory now they laugh about. She hears the bathroom door open sending her in high alert as to who it could be. No one has the key or the passcode to the front door except Harry but he was at the studio so who could it be?

She silently peeks through the shower curtain to find Harry with an apologetic look on his face. "Hey, what are you doing here?" Y/n asks suddenly very aware of the fact she was naked with how Harry was eating her with his eyes. The water droplets and pregnancy glow was making Harry crazy enough he was half hard but he gulps it down stammering as he speaks "wow, you are glowing baby." He says eyes running all over her body. And y/n blushes because truth was with how busy he was they hadn't had sex in weeks and Harry loved to love on her when she was pregnant knowing she has some doubts about her body changing. "I just ......I didn't know, I'm sorry. We were just there to celebrate and she just -" Harry stops mid sentence at the confused look on y/n's face as she wraps herself in a towel.

"H, what are you talking about?" She asks getting out of the shower with harry helping and walks towards their closet grabbing a pair of underwear and Harry's shirt as she takes a seat on the bed.

He looks guilty as he murmurs something trying to get away from this situation but he perks up when he sees her questioning look"Kendall...." Was all he had to say for y/n to realise he had messed up big time.

Kendall was obsessed with Harry and she was Harry's last ex-girlfriend before he found his soulmate. Y/n had nothing against her untill Kendall decided to ruin their life by constantly showing up on their dates making both of them uncomfortable. Kendall even turned her whole mass of fans against y/n when she found out they were engaged. She had been trying to sabotage their relationship from the start and against all odds y/n and Harry were truly happy and tried to deal with the situations calmly. But y/n was human too she was jealous when some other woman's hands lingered a bit long for her liking or the eyes on him as he works out or goes out for a walk but she never complained about it and accepted that this was who he was. The was a celebrity and people were always going to be curious about him and his life which she was a huge part of.

But to know he was out partying all night celebrating a song they completed with Kendall of all people broke her poor tired heart. She sits in silence as Harry looks distressed waiting for her response. Y/n never raised her voice. Even with Avery she was firm but her voice never raised so he was a bit taken aback when he hears her "How long are you going to keep doing this Harry?" She had asked anger evident in her tone.

Harry had told everything that happened how Kendall was stuck beside him all night and got really drunk enough to try to kiss him which he thankfully dodged but the pictures on the internet looks like they were kissing but Harry promised y/n that didn't happen.

"Why do you keep letting her mess up our lives? How long do I have to act like it doesn't faze me? I know you wouldn't cheat but I don't trust her. We had this conversation years ago H and you keep doing this again and again it's so hard for me to believe she just keeps coming back after so many rejections from you." With doubt in her voice y/n avoids his eyes, hers filled with tears.

"no baby, I would never do anything to intentionally hurt you. Kendall is nothing to me. You know I try to avoid her as much as possible" he says firmly making his point but that wasn't the biggest problem.

"It's not just that...." Y/n had been wanting to talk to him about his distance but with how unavailable he was they hadn't had a proper conversation in days.

"What is it?" Harry asks with worry.

"I get it, I really do. I get that people expect from you. I know you are working hard to provide for us but you are getting too involved to even spend time with us Harry. It feels like you don't care about us anymore. Of every person who expects from you, as your family don't we have the right to just expect you to be here for us?" Y/n questions her eyes meeting his stunned ones as he swallows the new information.

His heart beating rapidly as y/n doesn't wait for his reply as she walks out of their shared bedroom.

Harry stands still in his spot, seconds pass....minutes pass as y/n's words keep echoing in his mind and he sees it . How he had been neglecting his family. Harry is left with guilt as he thinks about how he hadn't been present at all to help y/n. He didn't even know her cravings or how the last ultrasound was. He didn't know if their baby was healthy and it teared him apart.

He falls on his knees as realisation hits him, he was going to lose the love of life. His glossy eyes decipher his little baby running towards him with a stuffie tucked under her arm as she hugs him tight. "missed you daddy" Avery sweetly says nuzzling her face into her father's neck as Harry hugs her tight scared he might lose her soon.

It was right then harry decides to honour his vows. Like he should have before. He vowed to always always be there for her and promised that y/n and their future family will always be his first and foremost important priority.

The next few days he stays home and takes care of Avery and helps y/n around the house. But she still wasn't convinced and wasn't talking to him. When he tucks Avery after reading her a bed time story he finds his wife cuddling under the blankets with a romcom playing on the tv.

He sits beside her and pulls her closer and y/n immediately relaxes beside him nuzzling further into his warm chest. Harry cradles her bump as he says "I'm sorry baby, I really am. I'm sorry i didn't realise it sooner. I'm going to be here from now on. You guys means the world to me and you are everything i need."

"It's okay bub, I'm glad you are here now that's all that matters" y/n says lightly kissing his jaw.

Harry cranes his neck and finally attaches his lips with hers. Their lips move in sync as harry pulls y/n onto his lap his hands roaming around her body settling on her bump.

"I love you" harry says eyes meeting hers and y/n whispers the words back and reattaches their lips.

Y/n was glad harry came back. He kept his words and promises and started working less hours, cooked breakfast for them, dropped Avery at her preschool , took care of y/n and they finally felt like a family again.

A/n: I hope this was up to its expectations anon. since most of you voted for happy ending, but some of the requests may have a sad ending.

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cinemastyles-blog · 1 year

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Summary: This was a request by @haroldsbabymama “Can you do a one shot where y/n and Harry sext each other while at a family event which leads to them hooking up for a quickie?”

In this one shot Niall and Louis are your brothers.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong and sexual language, suggestive language, rough sex, choking, hair pulling, fluff and filth

Master

∘₊✧── 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 ──✧₊∘

“What did you pack in here? Rocks?” I laugh and push the suitcase down, “We’re only going to be gone for one night, honey.” I shut the trunk and Harry walks over, leaning on it as his hair and open flannel blow in the breeze.

“I have to have extra clothes incase someone decides to make a mess and ruin my perfectly good shirt that I wear like last time.” He pulls his sunglasses down slightly with his finger and winks as he smirks.

“That.. was..” I laugh and shake my head, “Not my fault. You could have taken it off.”

He shrugs, “Mm, I guess you’re right.” He walks over and kisses my head, “Let’s get going, I know traffic will be a bitch here soon.”

——

“So.” Harry says rubbing his chin with his fingers, “I was thinking.”

“Oh no. What were you thinking?” I turn towards him slightly and rest my chin on my hand. He smirks slightly, “How about we play a little game while we’re visiting your family, hmm?”

“Like Uno? Monopoly? I’m sure my parents have games.”

He laughs and shakes his head, “You’re a funny girl, love.” He glances over at me with a smile, “But I mean a game for us.”

Catching onto what he’s insinuating, I smirk, “Oh. Like a game.”

“Yes.” He lays a hand on my thigh and squeezes slightly, “We sext each other until one of us can’t take it anymore and cracks.”

“Mm.” I lay my hand on his, “So how many texts do you think I’ll get to send you before you crack?”

He laughs, “Me? Cracking first? In your dreams, baby.” He slides his hand up and extends a finger to put pressure on my clit through my pants, “You’ll be begging me to take you within the first ten minutes.”

I roll my eyes and bite down on my lip, trying to keep it together and act like him rubbing my clit through my leggings doesn’t bother me.

“What? No reaction? You feelin’ alright, darling?” He pulls his hand away and rests his elbow on the center console.

I smile at him, “Yeah. I’m great, actually.”

He smirks and shakes his head slowly, “We’ll see about that.”

He pulls into the driveway and I can see my mom look out the window and quickly disappear.

“Three.. Two.. One.. Get ready, honey.” I say with a laugh as I see my mom run out the door waving her hands. I open the door and get out, “Hey.”

My mom scoops me into her arms and rocks us side to side, “Oh my goodness! Look at you!” She keeps her hands on my shoulders as she leans back, “Ugh. Just look at you.”

Harry walks around the car and stands there, “Hello Mrs Y/L/N.”

She scoffs, “Please, Harry. I hate when you call me that.” She laughs, “Call me mom.” Harry laughs and leans down to hug her, “I know, that’s why I do it. How are you?”

Mom laughs and shakes her head, “I’m doing good, look at you looking all handsome.” She reaches up and fixes his collar, “More tattoos?”

“Not this time.” Harry shakes his head, “Maybe next time you see me.”

Mom laughs and sighs, “Oh gosh. I’m so happy you’re here! Come on, you can get your bags later.” She pulls me with her and I grab Harry’s hand to drag him with me.

“Honey.” Mom calls out, “Your favorite daughter is here.”

I laugh and shake my head, “Mom, I’m hi-“

“She’s my only daughter so of course she’s my favorite.” My dad laughs and walks over to me, greeting me with a hug, “Hi sweetie.”

“Hi dad.”

“How you doing, Harry?” My dad smiles and shakes his hand. Harry nods, “Good sir, how are you?”

“I mean with living with my daughter. She can be a pain sometimes.” My dad laughs and I scoff, “Excuse me. I’m right here.”

“Yeah and?” My dad laughs and shakes his head, “I’m just messing with you.”

I roll my eyes and walk out to my mom in the kitchen, “They truly are best friends, aren’t they?” Mom sighs and nods, “I’m afraid so.” She laughs, “But that’s a good thing right?”

I nod, “Definitely.”

My phone dings in my back pocket and I see Harry’s name. I glance up at him and he’s staring at me with a smirk.

I step back and unlock my phone, my eyes scanning over Harry’s first dirty text of the day.

H: You look so hot standing there. I could bend you over the counter.

I smirk slightly and type my reply,

Me: That’s all you got? I was thinking more of me on the counter with your face pressed between my legs.

I hit sent and quickly put my phone back into my pocket, “Do you need help with anything?” My mom pauses and taps her lips, “If you wanted to wash the fruit for the fruit tray that would be great.”

I glance up at Harry, who is talking with my dad again. I smile and shake my head, “So are my brothers coming tonight?”

“Yes they are, Louis is bringing Sadie so ple-“

I go to speak but she cuts me off, “Please… be nice.”

“I fucking hate Sadie.” I mumble as I turn the faucet on. Mom taps my shoulder, “I don’t like her either but language!” She laughs and walks into the living room, offering Harry and my dad drinks.

Sadie is Louis’ bitch of a fiancée and nothing, I mean nothing ever satisfies her. I’m surprised she’s even coming to this dinner.

My phone dings and I dry my hands on the towel before pulling out my phone,

H: I could honestly go for eating that sweet little pussy of yours out right now.

I bite my lip and squeeze my thighs together, shit. I will not let Harry win, no matter how hot and bothered he makes me.

Me: You know, my throat has been a little lonely. I think it misses your cock being stuffed into it.

My mom walks back into the kitchen and I quickly lock my phone, “So why is Sadie coming?” Mom furrows her brows, “Because she’s engaged to your brother?”

“No I know but-“

The door opens and in walks Niall, “Hey, hey hey.” He shuts the door and goes over to Harry, “Styles, man how ya been?”

Harry smiles and nods, “Good, man. How about yourself?”

They talk and Niall comes into the kitchen, letting out a sudden yell, “Whoa, y/n you know it’s summer and not Halloween right?” He laughs and I throw a blueberry at him, “Shut up.”

“Niall, be nice to your sister.” Mom says slapping his shoulder.

He walks over and hugs me, “Miss ya ‘round here.” I sigh and nod, “I know. You can’t bully me everyday.” We laugh and I lean in, “Sadie’s coming.” I whisper lowly. Niall let’s out a sigh. “He said he was going to break up with her, I swear.”

“Don’t be swearing.” Mom says pointing to us.

Niall laughs, “No mom. Not like that.” He looks at me and rolls his eyes, “I’ll be back.” He walks away and I look up at Harry. Dad goes out with Niall and Harry checks his phone.

His eyes widen slightly and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. He glances up at me and shakes his head with a smirk. He adjusts himself quickly and starts to type.

I go back to what I was doing before and my mom comes up to me, “I know you don’t like Sadie but you better not make some snide comments towards her.”

“Okay. I’ll just say them to Louis.” I laugh and shake my head, “Kidding.” I look over at my mom and she laughs, “I’m not a fan of her either, but Louis is and.. he just needs to find out in his own.”

“Yeah, l hope.”

I set the fruit down and walk in to the couch. I plop down on it and Harry sits next to me just as my phone goes off.

He leans in, “That pussy ready for me yet?” He whispers lowly and chuckles as he kisses my cheek. I bite my lip and cross my leg over the other, reading Harry’s text,

H: I’ll keep my head between those legs and my tongue in your pussy until your legs are shaking and you’re begging me to stop.

I bite my lip and take a deep breathe, unsure of how to respond to that one.

“Cat got your tongue?” Harry whispers into my ear, nipping it with his teeth. I gasp slightly and tilt my head away from him, “That’s not fair.” I turn my head towards him and look at him.

He smirks and shrugs, “Never said we couldn’t add a little physical touch.” His hand slides down my back and I look back at my phone.

The cursor blinking, waiting for me to type.

I turn my phone away as my thumbs type,

Me: I want to sit down on your cock slowly, feeling you stretch my tight little pussy out.

I hit send and quickly lock my phone as Niall comes down and sits down next to me, “Whatcha doin over here?”

“Nothing.” Harry and I say in unison, which causes us to laugh.

“Mhm. Sounds like something you dirty bitches.” Niall’s head snaps over as mom yells, “Sorry mom.” He looks back and rolls his eyes, mouthing that he wasn’t sorry.

I laugh and shake my head, “When’s Tommo coming?” He shrugs, “Said he was on his way an hour ago.”

And with that, Louis and his leech stroll on through the door.

“Speak of the devil and the devil comes.” I say standing up. I walk over to him and hug him, forcing him to let go of Sadie’s hand. He wraps his arms around me and lifts me off the ground, “How are you, ya little idiot?”

He steps me back down. I smile, “I’m good! How are you?” He nods, “I’m alright, not too bad.” He looks over at Harry, “Harry Styles. Get over here and give me a hug will ya!” He walks towards Harry as Harry walks towards him.

“What’s up, Lou.” Harry says patting his back as he hugs him, “Long time no see, yeah?”

While those two converse, I walk back over to Niall and sit down, “Now mom will come out of the kitchen to greet her favorite child.” I mumble and cross my arms.

“There is he! My little boy!” Mom says pulling him into a hug and rocking him back and fourth.

“You’d think for him being the oldest he’d be the least favorite.” Niall mumbles which causes me to laugh.

Sadie shoots me a glare and I wave at her sarcastically.

Mom greets her and gives her a quick hug. “Mom doesn’t like her either.” I mumble. I smile up at Harry as he sits down, “I’m going to go see if your mom needs any help.”

He walks away and not even a minute later my phone dings.

“oh, who is that?” Niall asks elbowing me. I shake my head, “No one.” I keep my phone in my pocket, “Is it that friend of yours? The one with the blonde hair?”

I laugh slightly and shake my head, “Far from it, Ni.”

“Or is it Harry?”

I freeze. I would absolutely die if he knew Harry and I are sexting at family dinner.

“N-no. Why would I be Harry?”

He tilts his head and gives me a look, “Because every time you put your phone away, Harry pulls his out. Come on, y/n. I’m not as innocent as you think.”

I push him away with a laugh, “Get away from me.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll leave so you can send your man a dirty text.” He smirks and walks over to Louis.

I pull my phone out with a sigh and my smile drops as my eyes scan over Harry’s text,

H: I want to cum inside you, watch it drip out and then use some of it fit my cock into that tight ass you’re always teasing me with.

I shift in my seat, trying not to accept the fact that Harry might just win this little game.

I stare at the screen, unable to come up with anything. After a few seconds, I accept my loss, well,

Me: After dinner I want your cock and I want to feel you cum deep inside me.

Not a total loss.

I hear Harry clear his throat and I get an instant reply,

H: Deal.

I bite my lip as I smirk and send him back a kissy face emoji. I put my phone into my pocket and stand up.

“So how’s living three hours away from home?” Louis asks walking over to me. I shrug, “I don’t know. I kinda like it, but at the same time, I miss you guys.”

He nods, “Yeah, yeah. I understand that. Harry treating you well?”

For whatever reason, I remember Harry absolutely pounding the fuck out of me with his hand tight around my throat.

I smile and nod, “Oh yeah, no need to worry about that big bro.”

“Kids. Dinner is ready.” Mom says clapping her hands.

——

As dinner comes to an end, I glance over at Harry and hide my smirk with my glass by taking a drink.

“Dinner was excellent mom!” Niall says leaning back.

“Yeah, I have to agree with Niall, this was great!” Louis sets his fork down and looks over at Sadie who looks like if she could be anywhere else, she would.

She nods and smiles, “Yes, Mrs. Y/L/N. That was great.”

Mom smiles and nods, “Thank you. Thank you.”

I bite my lip to not laugh, she told Harry to call her mom, but didn’t correct Sadie. That’s how you know mom doesn’t like you.

“Do you need help clearing the table, mom?” I ask gathering stuff up. She shakes her head, “No, sweetie. Why don’t you guys go grab your bags and get settled in. Then we can all meet in the family room and catch up.”

“Are you sure, mom?” Harry asks and my mom smiles and bats the air, “Oh please. It’s okay.”

My eyes glance to Sadie and she rolls her eyes. Louis lays a hand on her and pats it a few times.

“Okay. We’ll go get our bags.” I nudge Harry’s arm and he follows me outside. I pop the trunk and as soon as it’s lifted, Harry’s hands are on me.

He slides one up to my neck as he presses his growing cock into my back, “You feel that?” He whispers lowly, “I’m craving you, sweetheart.”

I reach behind me and palm him through his jeans, “I’ve thought about you all day, Harry.” I breath out as he squeezes my neck.

He nuzzles his nose against my neck, “I can’t wait to cum deep in that pussy of yours.”

I lick my lips and turn around to face him, pulling him down to meet my lips with his. I cut out make out short, “Come on.”

I grab my bag while Harry grabs his and he adjusts himself to the best he can before I shut the trunk, “Act. Normal.” I whisper with a smile.

We walk back in and I look around. Niall is asleep on the couch already. Typical.

Mom and dad are doing the dishes.

And Louis and Sadie are back the hall and it looks like he’s trying to calm her down.

I walk back the hall with Harry close behind me. I look at Louis and Sadie snaps her head towards me. Louis gives me an eye roll and grabs her hand, pulling her into his old bedroom and closing the door.

I laugh slightly and walk into my room and Harry shuts the door as soon as he steps in. He drops his case and pushes me back onto my bed, his hands undoing my jeans.

“Gotta be quick and quiet, honey.” I remind him as I undo his pants.

He pushes his pants and boxers down and I lean up, taking his cock between my lips. He lets out a gasp and I can tell he’s fighting not to moan.

I bob my head, getting him nice and wet before I lean back and bring my leg up. I pull my panties aside and he dips his hips down and slowly enters me.

I throw my head back and grab the sheets. He grips onto my thighs, his finger tips digging in hard.

He slowly pulls out and thrusts back in, getting into a quick and steady pace.

My mind is focused on him cuming inside of me and nothing else.

He slides a hand up and presses his fingers down, circling my clit fast.

I gasp and cover my mouth with my hand as my eyes roll back. He grunts and clears his throat, “Fuck.” He groans super quietly. I reach out and grab his bicep, clenching around his cock.

As I cum, Harry also let’s go. I can feel his cock twitch inside of me as he pushes as far in as he can. He looks around and I look behind me and grab a blanket, “I’ll wash it.”

Harry holds it under me as he pulls out. His lip coming between his teeth as he does. He stares for a moment and shakes his head, “When we get home, I’m so doing what I said.”

“You can do anything to me.” I pull him down for a kiss and smile, “Now let’s get fixed up, we have family time to attend.”

——

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niall-is-my-dream · 4 years

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The Dirty Book - One Shot

2k one shot

Not entirely happy with it but I'm posting anyway. Let me know what you think.

Em xxx

This was the life you thought, it was like scene from a movie as you sat curled up at the end of the sofa opposite a roaring log fire. It was made even better by the view in front of you, and you didn't mean the beautiful snow covered mountains outside the window.

You were talking about a certain gorgeous Irishman who was topping up the fire with a few more logs. He was wearing shorts, despite the plummeting temperatures outside, the muscles in his back visible under his t-shirt as he moved. Averting your eyes before he turned around, you carried on reading your book.

Squeezing your thighs together to ease the aching throb that had started, you desperately tried to focus on the words on the page.

"Jessica was panting as she rode Garrett, sex was always fast and hard with him, just the way she liked it."

Same Jessica, same.

Niall took his seat at the other end of the sofa, putting some golf highlights on the tv. He stretched his leg out in front of him, a large ice pack rested across his right knee. His sock covered toes tucked themselves under your blanket, his feet tickling you against your thigh.

"Why did you choose to come skiing for your sisters birthday if you don't like it?" Niall asked smiling and taking a sip of his beer. The day time drinking had commenced, Niall's reasoning was that it was 5 o'clock somewhere.

"I came for the log fire, the hot tub and the wine!" You replied smiling back and raising your wine glass to him. "Why did you come when you have old man knees?!"

"Shut it cheeky! I came to keep Willie company, he was a bit nervous as he doesn't know many of Vicky's friends boyfriends that well."

You had met Niall numerous times in the six months your sister Vicky had been dating Niall's cousin Willie. Pub trips, gigs and game nights at their shared apartment had occurred loads of times. He was easy going and you enjoyed his company. When he had decided to head up to the chalet after an hour or two on the slopes you had jumped at the chance to come back too, skiing just wasn't your thing.

"How's the knee feeling?" You asked, leaning over and lifting up the ice pack to see if it was swollen.

"It's feeling ok. I think I'll put the ice pack back in the freezer actually."

He rose from the sofa and made his way into the kitchen, the heat you'd felt from the contact of his body was gone. A few seconds later he appeared with the bottle of wine and topped up your glass.

"Thanks lovely."

"So how's your dirty book?" He asked you as he sat back down, his body closer to you this time.

"My dirty book?!" You said raising your eyebrows.

"Yeah, your dirty book! Looked pretty racy when I peeked at it earlier."

"It's not dirty or racy, it's just a bit of erotica!" You replied smiling.

"Soft porn more like."

"Is Niall Horan admitting to knowing about soft porn?!"

"I'm a man, of course I know about it!"

"Women can enjoy it to you know." You said.

"Never said they couldn't! Are you ok with me sitting here or are you planning on having some private time while you read?!" He asked wiggling his eyebrows at you.

"Private time? God Niall!"

"Hey, it's natural, we all do it!"

"Never said it wasn't." You said giving him a wink.

"So what's your book about then?" He asked, changing the subject slightly.

"Niall..... "

"What?! I'm interested."

"You really want to know?!"

"Yep, tell me about it." He smirked.

He is going to regret asking you, you couldn't wait to get him all worked up.

"Well, it's about this 20something woman who's pretty unlucky in love until she meets this guy who seems to good to be true. He funny and charming and they end up going on a few dates. There's a bit of drama in it to."

"Like Bridget Jones' diary?"

"I suppose so, but there's loads of amazing sex in it." You blurted out.

"Really?" He managed to choke out before clearing his throat.

You could hear Niall muttering under his breath, something along the lines of jesus and fucking hell. Knowing you'd got him all flustered and tongue tied was a good feeling.

"Yep, she has some amazing sexual encounters."

"Like what?" He mumbled, and you could see him blushing.

"Well there's one scene I read yesterday where she's watching a movie with the guy and they're all snuggled up under a blanket, quite like this one actually." You said as you looked down at the cover, running your hands across the fabric.

You looked over and saw Niall gulp.

"And then the guy leans over," You whispered getting closer to him and licking your lips. "And cups her face and.......... kisses her deep and slow."

"And...." He replied, your faces just inches away from each other.

"And then she climbs up into his lap........and grinds her core against him, rubbing back and forth against his erection. Lots of moaning and panting until they both cum in their underwear."

"Um....fuck." He replied clearing his throat again.

You bit down on your lower lip trying to hide the smile that you knew was creeping up on your face.

"You ok over there love?" You asked him, and you could see the blush creeping up his neck to his cheeks.

"Um yeah......I'm good. Hard, but good."

You raised your eyebrows at that information, wondering where to go next with the conversation. But the haze that had covered you both was broken when you heard your sister's voice as she entered the hallway.

"Here, you might need this." You said as you placed a cushion on his lap.

"You're going pay for that later." He whispered as everyone started coming into the living room.

"I hope so." You whispered back.

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There was an instant connection. His hand creeping up under the hem of your top had ignited something in you both.

What has started out as a few glances and smiles across the table had ended with you pushed up against the wall of the bathroom of the pub.

Not exactly the most glamourous of places, but you needed to get your hands on him. The ache you felt for him had intensified now that you had him in your grasp.

His mouth explored your neck as his fingers found the lace of your bra. Fingers pinching gently across your nipples, working you into even more of a frenzy. It had been so long since you'd been with anyone and you felt like you were going to combust.

Bringing his face level with yours, he nudged your nose with his. The blue of his eyes was bright and he was searching yours for something. Reassurance that you wanted this? You didn't know what he was looking for, but you moved closer and captured his lips with yours.

Your skirt was bunch up around your waist, his slick fingers rubbing you across the front of your knickers, which were already damp with your arousal. When he slid two of them beneath the lace and ran then across your clit, you moaned against his mouth.

"So fucking ready for me darlin." He mumbled against your lips not wanting to halt the kiss completely.

Fumbling with his belt and button, you pulled him hard from his jeans. Your thumb running over the tip as he groaned and pulled your bottom lip between his teeth.

His fingers slid from your warmth as he searched his pockets for a foil wrapper. Taking it from him, he looked up at you once again searching your eyes. Carefully tearing open the packet, you took the condom and held him in your hands. He leaned his forehead against yours as you moved back his foreskin and rolled the condom down his thick hard length.

With your knickers pushed to the side he lined himself up. His cock was sitting right at your entrance as he lifted you up and sank deep inside you. Both of you let out a low guttural moan as the ache you'd felt there was finally being relieved.

Your hands instantly grabbed his shoulders and you ran your fingers up and across the nape of his neck. His mouth found yours in a greedy kiss, the type where teeth knocked each other with urgency.

Bending his knees he fucked you slowly, gentle but precise thrusts and your body came alive. He was overwhelming your senses, you couldn't focus on the things he began whispering in your ear.

Your pants and moans were the only things that could be heard in the confines of the bathroom. The grip he had on your hips was tightening as he got closer to his release, his thrusts becoming sloppy and his voice husky and dripping with lust and heat.

The top of his pubic bone was rubbing against your clit and his cock was tapping against your g spot. Both of you were sweating as you came together, the release much needed.

You were silent for a a minute after, your breathing coming back down, unspoken words between you about the line you'd crossed. Your 'dirty book' as Niall called it had made you look at each other differently. Since your conversation earlier you hadn't thought of anything other than getting him inside you.

It had been a long afternoon in the chalet with all the others, no opportunity to be alone. And you'd both tried. Niall had followed you into the kitchen a few times, offering to help you with dinner but Willie had come to help to. And when you'd all gone to get ready to go out for the evening, you opened your bedroom door to sneak to his, to find your sister there.

But you'd finally got him alone now after sneaking away from the table in the busy pub.

Feeling him turn soft inside you, he dropped your legs down and slipped out. His fingers fumbled with with condom, tying it and disposing of it in the bin. When he passed you some tissue to clean yourself up you finally met his eyes. You could see him trying to hold back the enormous grin he had on his face.

"Happy with yourself?!" You asked him, your face matching his.

"Babe, I've had a semi for about 8 hours after our little conversation. I'm very happy with myself for finally getting my hands on you."

"Well it was kinda your own fault you got yourself so worked up."

Both of you were still smiling like idiots at each other as you adjusted your clothes.

"How was it my own fault?!" He said as he pressed his palm flat on the wall above your head. His face was mere inches from yours and you desperately wanted to kiss him again.

"You were the one sneaking a look at it and asking me about what happened in the story."

"Well, I was just taking an interest in what you were reading. You've had your head tucked away in that book a lot while we've been here."

"Trying to get my attention were you?!" You joked.

"I was actually." He admitted as his eyes moved from yours to hide his nerves.

Leaning forward you kissed him gently, nothing like the hard rough kisses from before. Moving your hand up to stroke across his neck and into his hair, he kissed you back his tongue finding yours.

"You've got my attention now." You whispered against his lips.

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zeilaaa · 5 years

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I’ll See You There💋Harry Styles💋Part 12

HARRY’S P.O.V

“Hold on, Love.” Before we headed out I grabbed my car keys, wallet and thought about what I was forgetting about but I couldn't think of anything so I just grabbed Y/N’s hand and walked out the door.

“So here’s the plan, Niall warned me there’s paparazzi in the front, so here are my car keys go through the back, down the stairs and drive the car to the front of the hotel and wait for me and Niall. Don’t forget to put the shades and hat on so they don’t see your face.” I kissed her and give her my car keys and I head towards the elevator. The doors open and I step in and click 1⭐️ and take my phone to out texting Niall, “How’s it looking?” He texted back, “More and more showing up.” I text back, “Fuck, okay Y/N is getting the car and I’m coming down.” I put my phone in my pocket and looked up as the doors open and I step out heading to the check in desk. “Hi Mr.Styles how can I help you” said the lady siting at the desk, “I want to check out.” “Okay...*She checks out Harry*..okay sir you’re all set, thank you so much for spending time at our hotel have a great day.” I smiled and nodded, “You as well”

Y/N’s P.O.V

As Harry enters the elevator I go back in the room and grabs my things and my phone, leaves the room and heads to the back stairs. I rush down the stairs and gets to level 1 and goes the parking lot and looks for Harry’s car, “fuck where is it...where where..AhH!” Runs as fast as I can to his car and unlocks it and gets in and starts the engine, “what am I doing? I barely know him but I feel like I’ll do anything for him..” I look at the mirror, “I’ve known this man for only like 2 days, he keeps buying me things and..oh what am I doing” starts driving and as I turn the corner I see a whole lot of flash going on and a bunch of paparazzi.

NIALL’S P.O.V

“HARRY!!” I waved at him and watch him walk away from the desk and towards me, “Where’s the girl?” “Her name is Y/N and she went around the back to get the car” “Good idea” I looked away from harry from looked at the doors and sighed as I said, “you ready for this” he nods and we walk towards the door as we see flashing lights. “I think that’s her” “Yeah it is let’s go” We push through the crowd and opens the car door and gets in and as we close the close we start laughing.

Y/N’s P.O.V

I put the hat on and the hair on my face and starts pressing the horn so they would move out the way, I see Harry and Niall and they start pushing through the crowd and gets in the car and I try to get people to move out the way and then finally I drove off. The boys start laughing and I smirk shaking my head “You can take the hat off now love” I take my hat off and pushes my hair back and out of my face. “Where am I driving to boys?” “Let’s go to my flat” Harry nods, “Let’s get something to eat first” “alright, but Y/N let me drive just pull over and switch seats” I pull over and hop out as did Niall and I get in the bank with Harry as I close the door he pulls me close to him and puts his arm around my shoulder.

Harry’s P.O.V

Niall pulled up to our favorite restaurant and we got out as Y/N was getting out, “Love I think it’s best you stay in the car don’t want people ambushing you, me and Nialler will be back in a few minutes.” She nods and closes the door and me and Niall walk off and goes inside and order**20 minutes later**I pay the food and Niall grabs it as we walk back to the car.

Y/N’s P.O.V

I understood Harry’s wishes so I stayed in the car while him and Niall get the food as I’m playing on my phone I got a text my phone, “Hey we’re coming.” I look up and suddenly felt wet and I couldn’t control it..the way he was walking towards the car. A breath left my body, “Jesus..”

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hershelsstyles · 6 years

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You are in love

Harry tells Y/N he is in love with her (smut, fluff)

word count: 1,554

Inspired by the song ‘you are in love’ by Taylor Swift

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A/N: hi!! so this is my first piece... hope you enjoy it! sorry if there are any spelling/grammar mistakes or things don't make sense. hopefully my writing will improve.

The last few months had gone by fast. Dating ‘Harry Styles’ felt like a dream, but there were rough times. Constant speculation and harassment from the press and paparazzi, and always having to find time for each other were just a few things that made the relationship hard.

The date had been planned for a week, you were so excited. A night just for the two of you. Harry didn’t tell you where he was taking you, he always kept it a surprise. As you fixed your hair in the mirror just before you left, the buttons on his coat brush against your bare back as he hugs you from behind. He holds you, and you both stand there gazing at each other in the mirror. “You look beautiful” he says kissing your neck. His lips brush the chain of the necklace of his which you wear all the time.

The two of you hadn’t been dating long but that didn’t change the way you felt. You felt a sense of belonging when you were in his arms. Your heart ached with adoration when you looked at him.

He felt it on the second date. He was sure he would have felt it on the first if he wasn’t so nervous. He wanted to make a good impression. Surely you were the one who should have been nervous, going on a date with a famous pop star probably should have caused your nerves to race. But you didn’t feel nervous, his presence calmed you.

As he pulled out your chair, he started to relive the nerves he felt on your first date. He makes a light-hearted joke to soften the mood. The conversation always flowed naturally between you two. He thought you were so intelligent, punctual, and carried your conversations so well. This was one of the reasons he was infatuated with you. All the other people he had dated before never had this aura about them like you do. The company you shared was always meaningful. You didn’t even realize it was possible to date your best friend, because that’s what he was to you, your best friend.

The night slipped away quickly with deep conversations and flirtatious banter, which ended up him driving you home at just before midnight. When you get to his apartment, he offers to make a cup of coffee, you accept. As you sip the coffee you both sit in comfortable silence. You could feel it. You tell him you should get going, you didn’t live together yet but his apartment was like a second home.

“Stay,” he says taking your hands pulling you close. He kisses you gently but passionately. You run your fingers through his brown curls, you’re both breathing softly into each other. He lifts your left leg up so he can grind his hips closer to you. You can feel the bulge in his pants as it presses into you. You smirk bringing one hand down from being tangled in his hair so you can softly brush it against his pants. He places both his hands on the back of your thighs indicating for you to jump. He holds you strongly and begins walking to his bedroom.

Your kisses get more heated, he lays you down on his bed, he quickly unbuttons his shirt and tosses it on the ground. You sit up slowly and run your hands over his chest, kissing as much of it as you can. He unzips your dress and slides it over your head, messing your hair a bit. You unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. He takes them off along with his boxers. He pushes you back so you're lying on the bed with your legs up. He kisses along your thighs making his way to your lacy knickers. He pulls them off you. He stops and gives you the look, you nod at him biting your lip.

He pushes into you and you let out a moan. “Harry” you say lustfully. He makes his actions slow. You bring your hands up to his hair again, and you pull at it. His face makes a slightly uncomfortable expression, as you pull it a little bit too hard. “Sorry” you say giggling, but immediately let out a loud long gasp as he begins to quicken his pace, digging deeper into you.

“S-soo good” he says between pants. You can tell he’s close. He rips your hands from his hair and pins them down to your sides, you love it when he’s dominant. The euphoric feeling is beginning to build in your body.

“H-harry, I-I’m close” you pant out. As you reach your high you moan “I’m cumming, oh Harry you feel sooo good” your words and moaning set him off, he thrusts into you a few more times so you both can finish your highs. He cums into you shooting out hot liquid. He stays in you while he leans down to give you a kiss.

He lays down next to you and you cuddle into his body, “That was amazing”

You lie awake on your side, unable to sleep from the coffee. Your eyes trace his arms, down to his fingertips. His chest rises and falls slowly. His eyelids then flicker slightly and his eyes open. He looks at you. You smile. “Hi,” you say softly. He breaths out slowly while smiling as he is still is asleep slightly.

“Can’t sleep?” he says in a deep husky voice.

“Mmmh.” He starts rubbing your arm. He then pauses and a strange look overcomes his face. It was a familiar look, one he usually made before saying something meaningful.

As he looks deep into your eyes, he tells you “Y/N. You are my best friend” His eyes then slowly shut, he continues rubbing your arm slowly. You both felt it. You knew, he knew. He was in love.

The next morning you wake. As you get out of his bed, you pick up one of his soft shirts which was on the ground. You pull it over your head and smile to yourself as you look at him fast asleep. It was odd for you to be up before him, he’s usually unintentionally banging things around in the kitchen before your awake.

A lazy Sunday called for hot tea and toast. You push the toaster down and filled up the kettle. You potter around his kitchen, despite knowing it quite well you couldn't find any avocados. You go back to his room, resting against the door frame. “Any avos?” you ask.

“Bottom of the fridge” he replies in a croaky voice. You smell the toast burning, and you run back to the kitchen.

As you mash up the avocado Harry joins you. He gets two mugs and tea bags. As you spread the avocado on the toast he brings both mugs, now filled with steaming water, over to the table. The both of you sit and eat, while sipping the tea which is way too hot. “Thanks love, bit burnt though” he says laughing a bit.

“Sorry, I blame your toaster!” you say defending yourself playfully.

He takes your hand and the both of you feel the electric buzz between your skin. Looking into his eyes, it’s like the world stopped. All your fears and problems seemed to whoosh away when you look at him.

He always found it hard to express his feelings when it came to this kind of stuff. The lyrics in his music were always honest, but you noticed he struggled to open up. It was like he was more open with his instruments than he was with you. You didn’t mind though, you knew he would open up when the time was right.

The day went on, and you both decided to go for a walk. As you stroll down the sidewalk hand in hand, you both have smiles on your face. When you stop at the crossing, he leans in to kiss you. Harry wasn’t much for PDA, but every now and again he couldn’t help himself.

It was rare for the two of you to have a moment in the day to do things like this, even when you both have some spare time, it’s usually spent indoors watching a movie, or cooking together. Taking a walk through the nearby park may seem normal for some, but with the possibility for paparazzi to bombard you at any moment, it was out of the norm for you.

As you come to a bench in the park, you both sit down. As you look around at the people walking dogs and children playing, he’s looking at you. “Y/N,” he says softly. You turn to look at him. “I know things have been moving quickly, and I don’t know how you feel, but I know. I feel it all the time, even when I’m not with you, all I do is think about you. It’s love, Y/N. I love you.” He speaks so quickly but slows to say the last the three words you felt too. You smile and take his hands. You squeeze them tightly.

“Harry, I love you too.” He then embraces you, he pulls you so close, his grip so tight. When you pull away, you kiss for what feels like forever.

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thestylesproject · 5 years

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#57 The Downfall

I think I have done a terrible job. But, I wrote after so long, I’m happy.

Concept: Rich Y/N has to shift into a small studio with her sister, bringing a complete change from their high society lifestyle. The owner of the studio right in front of them, Harry isn’t too pleased with this move.

Warnings: Weed, will have smut later.

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This was the best they could do. The best they could do for me at the moment. Was it a downfall? A shattering one. Maybe shattering doesn’t justify it. I didn’t expect much from our relatives otherwise either.

“Do we have to stay here?” My sister asked, looking at our tiny studio apartment.

“I’m sorry, darling,” I said, pushing our boxes inside. We sold most of our stuff, including my parent's house which the bank took as collateral. If I wanted my sister to continue going to the private school, which would ensure her future, we had to make that sacrifice. We had limited funds, and thankfully my university was paid for and we had our scholarships, but our way of life, our expenses - everything took a huge hit. “I’m sure we can do something amazing with it!” Decorate it like we always wanted to, but Mum never allowed us because of white walls?” I tried to cheer her up.

“I don’t know if I want to go against her now,” She sighed, sitting on the bed.

“Alright! You know what? Why don’t you make me us some pancakes, and I’ll get all the boxes inside, and we can then unpack?” She nodded, always love the idea of cooking. I hope I could send her to the best school one day, but she was only 13, and I had time to worry about that.

I walked out, looking at the dingy corridor filled with my stuff, and a door on the opposite side. Should probably say Hi to my new neighbour - maybe bake some cookies as an exchange? Wouldn’t hurt.

I tried being strong in the entire process. Losing our home, our wealth, our everything took a strong hit, with our personal relationships as well. My boyfriend broke up with me, my friends who I used to hang out with me stopped texting when I shifted homes. They all knew about the loss of income, and my world had always been shallow. I had a list of things to mourn about and absolutely no time at the moment.

Setting up the tiny studio was hard, but we managed to fit our stuff. I was proud of how well my sister was taking it, knowing how difficult it must be for her. “Excited to go to school tomorrow? The bus, I found out, actually comes right down the lane, so it’s not much walking-”

“Why do people care about money so much? How does it matter if we don’t have it more of it, anymore? We have enough to still go to school. I am still me, then why are kids so shallow,” My sister asked, and I felt like she had aged so much in the last month.

“People are always shallow. You know how Mum made fun of all of Dad’s friends? She got it as well! Remember that friends who leave you in your time of need, are not friends, to begin with, and you should always strive for true friendship. Always be kind, and hardworking and keep your head up high. We don’t need anything else!” She hugged me tightly, crying into my chest. I hope things aren’t as hard for her.

If missing three weeks of University was bad, having your group of friends ignore you, while you tried to settle in was worse. Obviously, I didn’t come in my Porsche, obviously, I took the train, and obviously, I went to the student cafe for lunch and not the restaurant like my old routine. Everyone knew what happened, what was there to gossip about?

Max, my ex-boyfriend came and sat beside me during the gap in my schedule. I stayed away, feeling the negativity and toxic air that I didn’t want to interact. “You didn’t say hi,” he said.

“I didn’t know you noticed people who didn’t have the heritage money in the bank,” I closed my book.

“Look-”

“I can’t deal with this, Max. You said enough at Cheryl’s party, and I didn’t realize how pathetic we were. I need to widen my horizon, find my people who don’t make friends with bank accounts.”

“I didn’t say anything!” He argued.

“Oh, so you just laughed with Catherine and Misha. Same thing! And, you broke up with me. Two weeks after my parents- you should go!” I stood up.

“My mother made me do that! You know how important standing is, you were a part of it-”

“I am still a part of it. I still have all my standing, all my recommendations in place because I didn’t buy them as you did. I am better than you, all of you. I didn’t love you for how much you could spend,” Walking away from him, felt good. I didn’t have the time to wallow.

I was still on top of my class. My professors expected write-ups but, I was on schedule to graduate by the end of the year. During lunch, my two friends who I honestly loved the most, and were secretly still there for me, came and sat beside me.

“What are you guys doing here?” I asked.

“This place has amazing Mac ‘n’ cheese if you have to know! And, it’s my cheat day!” Kyle rolled his eyes.

“Oh, stop it!” Meera hit him, hugging me tightly. “We couldn’t tolerate Catherine without your sarcastic remarks! It was intolerable!”

“I’m still mad at you!” Kyle took a bite of his cheat day dish. “I expected you to take your place back, and you didn’t even come and say hi!”

“I texted you though,” I blew him a kiss.

“Anyway,” Meera said, taking my hands, “I never liked that group thing. Let’s not do it again!” I was glad that at least at least I was a person who had made tight, genuine bonds.

The train ride home was long. It took me 20 minutes with my car to reach home, but I didn’t live in the central city anymore. I just had to get used to it. Distract myself, observe things in this 65-minute ride back home. A guy sat down in front of me after the old lady got off at her stop. His head was in his phone, earphones in, with his hoody on, and I had a feeling that he was in my class this afternoon. I didn’t notice him, but he had his back to me when I saw him walk out of class, and I didn’t know him. I tried for a while, wanting to make an eye-contact. Maybe he knew me? People knew me, in general. He got off at the same stop as me, and we walked the same way back home. I didn’t have the guts to say Hi.

I stopped on my way to the grocery store. My sister told me about her day, and how her best friend was still her best friend, and I felt it might be alright for us here. We baked cookies for our neighbour, and I rang on the doorbell. The same guy in the train, from my class today opened the door, and the only way I could be sure was because it was the same hoody and the same body structure. I gave him my big smile, always worked with all the people, “Hi! My sister and I just moved in, and we baked you some cookies and introduce ourselves!”

“You are Y/N Y/L/N. What are you doing here?” He said, shocked.

“You know me! I wanted to say Hi while we were on our way back but, didn’t get the chance to do that!” he frowned, looking a little pissed, and I wondered if I did something wrong. “This is my sister, Sara!” I pulled her forward to ease the tension. He smiled at her, and I could see his dimples and my sister gave him the cookies.

“Thank you, Sara! I’m Harry” He nodded. “Let me know if you need anything.” He said, talking to her and then closed the door on my face before I could speak.

“Did you do something to him?” My sister asked.

“I don’t know him!” I said, turning to our door.

“He doesn’t seem to like you,” she said, laughing.

“I know. I don’t even know why.”

“He is really handsome, though!” She elbowed me.

“I know.”

The mystery grew further when Harry categorically avoided me for the next few weeks. Life wasn’t exactly getting easy with asking my sister to control her expenses, and her crying, and trying to make food every day on top of managing a child, and then keeping in check with her schools demand of a guardian which I was now, and my Uni’s demand of just torture. Plus, I was late today, and our small sofa seat was getting delivered today. The stuff from my our old house had been sent to a storage space which my parents had bought, and we owned a small sofa piece and table set which we could fit in our apartment since we desperately needed a sitting structure.

After fighting with the delivery guy for the unnecessary extra amount he was charging to take it up one floor, I had him leave it downstairs. I was going to do it one at a time when I saw Harry coming in.

“Hey!” I shouted.

He took off his earphones, “Yeah?”

“Could you help me? I need to take these up, and I don’t have any help and I would really appreciate it,” I begged.

He thought about it a bit, and then, nodded. Taking the table up the stairs, he asked, “is this marble?” looking at the countertop.

“Yeah, I think it is,” I said smiling.

“Why are you living in a dump like this if you can buy a marble table?” He said, and I could sense the disdain in his voice.

“It’s actually my parents, from our old house. So, I didn’t have to buy it actually. Just making use of things as much as we can,” I told him.

“I heard, I am sorry.” He said as we went back down to get the sofa chair. “Hold it the other way,” he instructed as we tried to get it up the stairs, but it was really heavy. Finally managing to take it inside my place, we sat down.

“Thank you so much for helping me with this!” I stood up and got him some water.

“I should get going,” he walked towards the door.

“Oh, you know we are making pesto chicken for dinner if you’d like to join us. We found out that I am a good cook.” I smiled.

“That’s alright.” He said walking out.

“Did I do something?” I asked, all of a sudden and then bit my tongue. He frowned. “I mean, you don’t seem to like me, and I don’t know you so, I’m just, umm confused.”

“Am I supposed to like you?” He said, irritated. The fact that he was actually really beautiful, made me want him to like me, and he clearly didn’t.

“Okay, “ I gulped. “Thank you for helping me.” I nodded, hiding behind my door.

Meera did her research on him and found out that my parents had actually placed a case on Harry’s fathers business. They were the sharks in their field so, I wouldn’t have been surprised. They used to be as wealthy as us, so we had a similar downfall. Only with him, the case ended with his father losing his business, and imprisonment for 10 years on stolen copyright. It was a serious deal. His mother remarried three years ago, and Harry has been cut off and living in the studio which was surprisingly all we both could afford. I could get why he didn’t like me, but it wasn’t my fault.

Another thing about Harry was that he had a line of women coming into his flat, and leaving early morning when my sister left for school. “I think this is the 17th one,” she whispered the other day, as I walked with her and we giggled about it. We had caught him in a towel, the day before when my sister knocked on his door for a toolbox, and it would have been a lie if I didn’t drool a little. He had tattoos covering his sculpted stomach, his hand holding his towel on, with his hair wet, falling on his face, clean shaven so, you could see those sharp jawlines before my eyes shamefully met his big green ones, after I had stared and engrained everything else.

“Those girls are very lucky,” I whispered back to my sister, and she giggled some more.

He was really smart as well. Paying extra attention to my studies, I noticed who the class toppers were, and we were at the top. Well, he was. Girls talked a lot about him as well. I guess, he played the I don’t care much about anything attitude well enough, making him that mysterious. I noticed he hung out with three guys, and two girls here and there. He mostly ignored me, even when we were on the same way home, and I couldn’t help feeling small. And he always had the best stash of weed - some good connection of his.

I could do with some weed. The pressure was finally taking a toll on me and I needed a break. I felt like a full-time mother, with a full-time Uni schedule and a part-time job, and it was getting to me. I didn’t have to do more than half it, just a few months ago. The lawyers said I was doing well with my sister, and my schedule and they don’t have to take her away if I kept it up.

Wanting some that night, and knowing he had a good seller, I knocked on his door. He opened the door, raising his eyebrow. He was wearing a shirt which was buttoned down and tucked into his pants. I could see his tastes were still high fashion - it was the way we dressed and money didn’t change that. I did now, know the best cheap places to keep the style up though. I gulped looking at his chest, and then, up to his eyes. I was also horny as fuck, and having my sister sleep next to me every day, didn’t help. He didn’t smirk like men usually did though, and it gave me the confidence to ask him if he had any on hand, if I could buy some of him for now, and get his contact.

“The rich girl can’t walk down to a dispensary and get it for herself?” That disdain again.

“I’m not rich anymore,” I snapped. “I’m sorry,” I calmed myself. “I heard you have a good supplier, and I...it’s cool. Thanks anyway.” I shrugged. He made me want to crawl in bed and cry with the tone he used, and his expressions meant for me. I was going to do just that when he stopped me.

“I was going to roll myself one, right now. Join me,” he pulled his door wide and walked off inside. I nervously pulled my hair behind my ear and walked inside. His house, as small as mine, was spotlessly clean, and so well organised that it made mine look shabby.

“Where is your sister?” He asked as he sat down on the sofa, holding the grinder in his hand.

“Sleepover, friends,” I told him. He raised his head up, nodding. “Do you know how to roll?”

“Umm, actually I never smoked that much,” I said, waiting for the further judgement.

“Really? What was your escape then?” He asked, taking the paper out, and tearing a cardboard piece for the roach. His hands worked skillfully as he put the weed on the paper, looking at me for a reply.

“Umm, escape?” I frowned.

“From the high society drama that you were a part of? I know, I needed an escape,” I was a bit enchanted with how he pulled his tongue out to like the paper to roll the joint, that it took me a while to come back.

I played it cool, pulling my eyes away, “Umm, I had a good family. Only needed an escape when I was really stressed which well didn’t…”

“Fair enough, shall we?” We walked to the balcony, and he lit the joint, taking a drag, and then handing it to me.

I took a smaller one, it being a few months since having smoked, and I didn’t want to look like an idiot.

“So, how was your day?” I asked, looking at the car park view in front of us.

“Alright.” He should ask me back. He didn’t.

“Do you wanna pair up for Benjamin’s class?” I should shut up. I have no clue how I have such great ideas all the time. “We live here, so it’ll just be easier to meet up, so I wondered.”

“Huh,” he didn’t look impressed, as he took another drag before giving it to me.

He didn’t respond, and I was running out of things to talk about, but I was now high and could vouch for his stuff being really great. He threw the bud away, and we walked inside. “Give me a list of what you want, I’ll get it,” He said, handing me a paper.

“Oh, I umm - I don’t want a lot. My sister and I don’t know how to roll,”

“I’m not your servant,”

“What- I- I didn’t,” I sighed. “If you could get me two pre-rolled - that would do for the while. Let me know how much I owe for it. Thank you for today.” I said walking towards the door. “I don’t know why you’re so hostile towards me, you know.” This surge of confidence in me was induced for sure. “I didn’t do you anything.”

“You don’t know? We have a history.” He said, putting his hands in his pockets.

“Our parents have a history. I had nothing to do with the business, and I haven’t met you before, even if we used to be in the same circle. I would remember you,” I walked towards him, pointing a finger at his chest.

“Your parents are the reason my home broke, and my dad’s in prison!” He snapped. “They had a choice to let him go, after destroying us, but he didn’t stop. My mother left-”

“My parents were not the reason your mother left! And your father probably deserved by law what happened to him!”

“I am sure your parents deserved what happened to them!”

I shut up. My brain was a bit slow to process the hurt and put it in front of me like bricks. But, it all came back. The memories, the blood, the sold sign in front of our house, my sister’s howl, and my eyes went cloudy, as I sat down right there on his floor.

“They died,” I whispered.

“I’m sorry,” Harry knelt down in front of me. “I didn’t mean it.”

I was too far gone though, as I looked at my hands, realising that I hadn’t cried since I last held them in my arms when, ”there was so much blood,” i showed him my hands, as he looked at me, my tears pouring out. “I couldn’t save anyone, I tried to-” I said shivering now.

“Hey-hey, it’s okay, it’s alright,” He wrapped his arms around me pulling me to his chest. I broke down in his arms.

The next thing, clear in my mind is waking up in a bed, Harry’s bed with his arms still around me, holding me to his body. I shifted a little, back in my conscious head waking him up as well, and his eyes met mine. I kept my head, back on the pillow, not taking my eyes off of his, still having nothing to say. I had opened up to this man more, than literally anyone else. I could still feel his arm under my head, and his other hand wrapped around my waist, my body still attached to his, and I felt comfortable. I didn’t want to read into this. I just wanted to let it be.

He shifted, pulling his hand up from below my head, and I got up, closer to his face, his eyes still on mine, and I instinctively bent down. My lips wrapping around his bottom one in a kiss, as I pushed him down, towards the bed. I felt his hand, hold my face pulling us apart, as our eyes met again, looking for something. He found it, as he brought his lips back to mine, holding my face in his palms, pushing me back to his bed with a force which felt perfect in every way.

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