on this page, i plan to write one shots, blurbs, and headcanons for harry styles, the love of my life.
♫⋆.˚ harry styles. ariana grande. olivia rodrigo. fleetwood mac. frank ocean. abba. olivia rodrigo. mac miller. adele. lana del rey. beyoncé. chappell roan. cmat. taylor swift. madison beer. doja cat. sabrina carpenter. phoebe bridgers. rihanna. sza. one direction. the cure. olivia dean. the 1975. the weeknd. lorde.
🎬 ⋆.˚ the vampire diaries. the conjuring series. gossip girl. la la land. tangled. scream series. euphoria. friends. outer banks. grown ups. the little rascals. he’s just not that into you. mean girls. clueless. little women. ladybird. the dressmaker. dead poets society.
warnings: spanking, bondage, edging with vibrator, use of pet names (lovie, bunny, baby), mean h & bratty y/n
summary: after not seeing harry for a week, a needy and bratty y/n goes against harry’s commands and touches herself without permission. so when he gets home, he punishes her for exactly that.
a/n: i’m so so sorry this took so long. i got i think 4 requests that were about y/n getting punished so i combined all the ideas, so thx for those requests :) i actually really like this one and i hope you like it too!
“Hi, baby,” Harry spoke through the phone, sounding slightly out of breath.
The sound of his voice— raspy and a little tired— it made her belly tingle with butterflies more than she’d ever admit.
Y/N was laid in bed in her and Harry’s shared bedroom, comforter pulled up to her chin, tossing and turning every few minutes.
“Hi.” She smiled a little, her feet squirming under the sheets like a teenage girl. “How was the show?”
Her body was nearly buzzing with need.
The air conditioning kept the room cold, everywhere except between her legs.
It was unbearable.
Harry was still at the venue. She knew his show had only just finished, so he probably wouldn’t get home for another hour, maybe. That was if he left right away. But she needed him so bad. An hour at minimum was way too long.
“It was amazing. Kept looking for you in the crowd every song even though I knew you weren’t there,” he said.
She frowned. “I wish I was.”
Y/N planned to go to every show she possibly could, but this week she had to attend her cousin’s wedding, which she obviously couldn’t miss. She had a lot of fun and bonded with family and friends she hadn’t seen in a while, but throughout the whole event, she wished Harry was there to help soothe some social anxiety. He was always best at that.
“I know. But I’m coming home now. About to get in the bus.”
A soft sigh left her lips. She couldn’t even survive just a week without him.
“You okay, lovie?” He asked gently, practically hearing that pretty pout through the phone.
“Yeah,” she lied. “I just miss you. A lot.”
“I know, baby. I miss you too. I’m gonna see you so soon, yeah? Then I’ll never have to leave you again for that long.”
Her thighs squeezed together, the ache growing stronger.
“Harry…” she breathed. “I— I need you.”
There was a moment of silence.
“I’m not alone right now, Y/N.” His voice came out as a warning, trying to tell her ‘now’s not the best time’ without actually saying it aloud. “Give me a— hold on.”
She nearly whimpered with frustration. All she could hear now were muffled voices, indicating he had pulled the phone away from his face.
Her fingers finally slid between her thighs, barely giving her any relief.
If Harry were there, he’d know exactly how to take care of her.
But no. She had to wait an hour.
“Bunny.” He spoke, gaining all of her attention immediately. “Stop touching yourself.”
She froze.
Of course he knew.
“…What?”
“I’ll take care of you when I get home. But do not even think about doing that yourself.”
The frown that curved on her face was immediate, her fingers stilling above her underwear.
“But I need you, H,” Y/N spoke, voice a little whiney.
“I know you do. But be good for me, okay? You can wait a little bit, baby.” He cooed, softer now.
So soft that it made her want to listen… but the other half of her really needed that pleasure now.
“Can’t you just talk me through it? Please?” She asked, trying not to let the slight disappointment in her expression bleed through her voice too.
“Y/N.”
Her stomach twisted. That damn tone always got her. The one that made her really fucking wet, but also intimidated.
“Please…” she whispered, head plopping back against the pillow defeatedly.
“I said no. Wait for me, and I’ll give you what you need, all night long. Keep this up and you’re getting nothing. I’ll go to sleep while you’re aching and empty.”
She huffed, her vision getting a little blurry from a thin line of tears.
It wasn’t fair. She waited so patiently all week, and he couldn’t even help her out? And it’s not like he couldn’t have her again when he got home. He was doing this just to be mean, she decided.
“I’ll be so quick though. I just—”
Harry interrupted her, “Ask me one more time, and it’s a no for the rest of the night. Stop it, bun.”
Y/N yanked her fingers away from herself with frustration, her thighs squeezing together almost immediately. He’s been demanding like this before, but never when it came to this. He was always willing to help her out, so she didn’t understand why he wasn’t tonight.
“…Whatever,” she murmured quietly, barely audible.
His jaw tightened.
“Don’t start with me.”
“M’not starting anything.”
“Bullshit.” He cursed. “Would you really rather getting spanked instead of taken care of? Answer me.”
She sniffled. “…No.”
“Then cut the fucking attitude and be patient.”
His words caused more tears to rise in her eyes, unconsciously turning her face into the pillow a little as if he were here and staring down at her. As much as she hated when he was annoyed like this with her and she didn’t want it to continue, she was also a little angry. A small part of her wanted to keep pushing him. Not for the consequences, but simply to make him feel as frustrated as she was.
But that never ended in her favor, did it?
“I’m leaving now.” He said.
“Okay, I love y—”
He hung up.
In the middle of her saying she loved him.
Her lips parted with shock and anger, fingers tightening around her phone.
What an ass.
She took a deep breath, though the sad frown on that was on her face turned into a scowl, brows pushed together. She then went onto their messages, typing out a text she’d surely regret later.
Y/N: i’m not waiting for you then.
Then she silenced her phone, placed it face down on the nightstand, and let her fingers travel down her stomach and into her heated, damp panties.
-
It didn’t take long for Y/N to cum, considering how long it’s been since she’s had an orgasm and how much she needed it.
But the second she finished, her stomach curled with anxiety for what was to come for her.
She was too terrified to look at her phone.
The TV failed at trying to distract her. She just laid there and stared at it, completely zoned out.
And then she heard the front door open.
Oh shit.
Maybe if she pretends to be asleep, he won’t do anything.
Or maybe if she apologizes right away and offers him something.
While she’s debating what to do, his heavy footsteps were heard coming up the stairs.
Too late.
Their bedroom door opens, and a stoic looking Harry walks in.
Sexy. Too sexy.
He’s changed out of his stage clothes and into something more comfortable, black sweatpants and a sweatshirt, that type of outfit the world doesn’t typically see when he’s out on his walks, something more reserved for someone like her.
He doesn’t rush to do anything. He doesn’t even say anything yet.
He just walks in slowly, eyes landing on hers for a moment before turning away. Harry slips off the tote bag hanging from his shoulder and places it on the dresser, not saying a single word.
It heightened her nerves.
“Y’look nervous, bunny.” He didn’t look at her.
She swallowed.
When he finally turned to her, he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the dresser, his brows pinched and jawline sharp.
Jesus.
“Don’t have anything else to say?” He raised his eyebrows, challenging her.
She hesitantly shook her head, unsure if she should answer.
“…No.”
“Hm. Figured.” Harry pushed off the dresser and slowly stalked towards her.
Once he was stood at the edge of the bed, he stroked his fingers through her hair, not at all harshly but rough enough to make her head tug back slightly. Y/N’s eyes were big and full of regret when they were forced to meet his.
“Harry, I’m sor—”
“Shut up.”
She shut up. Right away.
Her eyes stung, embarrassed by the tears starting to form.
His hand dropped from her soft strands, eyes scanning her body like he was deciding what he was gonna do to her.
“What’d you think was gonna happen, hm?” He tilted his head. “Did you expect me to just let you disobey me? Let you be a fuckin’ brat?”
Her bottom lip quivered, eyes falling to her lap.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes snapped back up.
“You know better.” He said. “And you know what happens when you do that, too.”
Punishment.
Even though she knew it was coming, her heart dropped.
She felt so small sitting there, both physically and emotionally. It was hard not to when Harry, a six foot tall man who was visibly burly, was standing right there in front of her, dominantly speaking down to her. Over something she knew would have consequences.
“Get on your stomach.”
His voice was gravely insistent, jaw sharp as a blade, tempting her to defy his order.
Y/N didn’t move. Her heart was hammering in her chest.
Harry gave her a single nod when she was still frozen after a moment.
“Don’t make me force you, baby.” He murmured, eyes narrowing. “I haven’t seen you in over a week, and this is what I come home to? My sweet girl purposely going against my rules?” There was a pause. A moment to let the words sink in. “On your stomach. Now.”
She still didn’t move.
“Okay, then.”
She attempted to turn and crawl to the other side of the bed, but he grasped her ankle and shoved her down, one hand pushing down on the back of her waist while the other tangled in her soft hair and gently pushed her face down into the sheets.
The tears in her eyes spilled freely.
“No!” She cried, squirming under his grip.
“Calm down.”
After a moment, the hand that kept her face down lifted. That’s when she heard the jingle of his belt. Y/N cried harder at the thought of being spanked with the belt. That was her least favorite.
But instead, Harry grabbed both of her arms and snaked the leather around her wrists, binding them together.
“Stay. Do not move,” he ordered.
A small whimper escaped her lips, burying her face further into the sheets like she was trying to disappear.
Her tiny little sleep shorts were yanked down her thighs right along with her panties.
The second her bottom was bare, his hand came down.
She let out a muffled yelp into the pillow, tears slipping out of the corners of her eyes at a faster rate.
“Thought you took care of yourself? Why are you still this wet, huh?” He said mockingly, delivering another spank.
Y/N didn’t argue any further.
She just took it.
She continued to cry into the pillow, but still, she took it.
Another blow landed, his large hand spanning across both of her cheeks, the sting blooming over her entire bum.
“Ow!” She quavered.
“Be quiet.”
Harry kept spanking her, refusing to stop despite her cries. She needed this.
When he counted 12 spanks, he stopped.
The hand that caused the redness across her ass gently rubbed the inflamed skin, sliding up to her back and giving her a brief pat.
She heard him open a drawer on their nightstand, and the quiet sound made her stomach curl. That’s when she peeked and saw him pulling out the sleek, pink vibrator that could mean one of three things: either he was going to pleasure her (least likely), edge her, or overstimulate her with it.
Her eyes were big and glossy, the same look on her face that always made his heart clench. But he didn’t let it happen this time.
He could be sleeping right now with her in his arms.
But she decided to be a stubborn fucking brat.
The smooth, round head of the device nudged at her entrance and her hips bucked back against it instinctively.
He was silent.
A small click sounded in the room before the vibrations came to life, immediately stimulating her weeping pussy.
He circled it down to her clit, holding it against the bundle of nerves.
Her toes curled from the pleasure.
This was what she needed.
Her tears turned into whimpers, and her whimpers turned into moans. Her fingers curled around his belt wrapped around her wrists to give her something to hold onto.
After a few moments passed, and her hips began to rock against it subtly.
“H—Harry—”
He watched her body tremble, the small signs that told him she was getting close.
Right before her peak came— he abruptly pulled it away from her clit.
She gasped. “No…. No, please, I need it—”
“Did you really think I’d give it to you? After you already made yourself cum without permission?”
She whimpered.
“So don’t fucking beg. Because you don’t deserve to cum tonight, and you won’t.”
He waited until the desperate fluttering in her hips died down, letting every ounce of her orgasm slip away from her completely before he placed the vibrator back against her, watching it buzz against her slick heat.
Y/N sobbed into the pillow, overwhelmed by frustration.
As every orgasm was denied, it felt like hours had passed by. He kept on going.
Harry would hold it there until her thighs started shaking, her hole clenching desperately, and then he’d pull it back and do it all over again.
It was torture.
Once she was starting to get used to it— meaning her crying slowed down and her hips stopped chasing it— that’s when he decided she’s had enough.
He pulled back entirely and took a good look at the glistening juices between her trembling thighs. Her pretty pussy was dripping and obscenely swollen from all of the teasing. The small bundle of nerves was pulsing, desperate for stimulation and attention that wasn’t coming.
She looked wrecked.
When the vibrator turned off and the buzzing sound died down, her shoulders deflated with relief.
Harry gave a small pat to her reddened bottom.
He tucked the device back into the nightstand then turned his attention to her fully.
“Alright, baby,” he murmured quietly, untying the belt around her wrists.
She stayed quiet, face still tucked into the pillow, hiccuping now from all the crying.
“C’mere.”
He gently handled her to sit up on her knees, one large hand cupping her cheek and rubbing his thumb across her soft skin.
“M’sorry…” she murmured, small and weak.
“I know you are, bunny. Had to learn though, yeah? If you waited for me, I would’ve been taking care of you. Not punishing you.” He spoke softly. “You know I don’t like having to do that.“
She gave a small nod. “Love you.”
He smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I love you too. So much.” He said. “Let’s get you cleaned up and then we’ll cuddle all night. You can tell me all about the wedding. Sound good?”
That managed a smile on her pouty face. “Yeah.”
“Good.”
Harry gave a cheek a gentle squeeze before turning to the bathroom to get a cloth. When he returned, he wiped up the wet mess between her thighs.
She whimpered, clenching around air.
“I know, baby. Gotta get you cleaned up.”
He tossed it somewhere on the floor then went to the dresser to get her a new pair of panties, considering the ones she was wearing before were soaked.
She loved when he took care of her like this. Her mind was still a little fuzzy from the punishment, eyes slightly glossy.
Harry slid the underwear up her thighs, then laid down and pulled her into his chest.
For a moment, it was silent.
Her breathing was steadied now and she was no longer crying, just small hiccups escaping her every few moments. And the occasional sniffle.
His hand slid under her shirt and gently rubbed her back.
“You okay?” He asked softly.
She tilted her head inwards slightly, closer to him. “Mhm.”
Her hum was more tired than sad.
Harry sat up slightly and grabbed the glass of water on the nightstand. “Take a few sips f’me.”
She whined in protest, her limbs feeling too much like jelly to do all that work.
“Come on, bun. Just a few.”
He tilted it against her lips as watched her take a one sip after another.
“Good girl.”
When she pulled back, he placed the water back down, and settled again.
She curled into him, seeking more warmth.
“I missed you a lot,” she murmured quietly.
The corners up his lips quirked upward slightly. “I missed you too, sweet girl. Every day.”
“I think you would’ve had a lot of fun at the wedding.”
“Yeah? I feel bad. Haven’t been able to see your family in a while now,” he said.
“They all said they missed you. Everyone loves you.” She looked up at him.
Their eyes met, and he pulled her even closer.
“Everyone loves you, baby. The most precious thing ever. Can’t believe I went 8 days without seeing and kissing this pretty face.”
Y/N went a little pink, smiling.
That’s what he loved to see— his girl happy and content, even after a punishment.
He kissed her nose, then her cheek, then her other cheek, then finally, he placed his lips against hers.
Her fingers grasped his shirt, kissing him back. It was soft, slow, and made up for every moment missed within the last week.
When they pulled back from the kiss, they stayed close.
warnings: spanking, bondage, edging with vibrator, use of pet names (lovie, bunny, baby), mean h & bratty y/n
summary: after not seeing harry for a week, a needy and bratty y/n goes against harry’s commands and touches herself without permission. so when he gets home, he punishes her for exactly that.
a/n: i’m so so sorry this took so long. i got i think 4 requests that were about y/n getting punished so i combined all the ideas, so thx for those requests :) i actually really like this one and i hope you like it too!
“Hi, baby,” Harry spoke through the phone, sounding slightly out of breath.
The sound of his voice— raspy and a little tired— it made her belly tingle with butterflies more than she’d ever admit.
Y/N was laid in bed in her and Harry’s shared bedroom, comforter pulled up to her chin, tossing and turning every few minutes.
“Hi.” She smiled a little, her feet squirming under the sheets like a teenage girl. “How was the show?”
Her body was nearly buzzing with need.
The air conditioning kept the room cold, everywhere except between her legs.
It was unbearable.
Harry was still at the venue. She knew his show had only just finished, so he probably wouldn’t get home for another hour, maybe. That was if he left right away. But she needed him so bad. An hour at minimum was way too long.
“It was amazing. Kept looking for you in the crowd every song even though I knew you weren’t there,” he said.
She frowned. “I wish I was.”
Y/N planned to go to every show she possibly could, but this week she had to attend her cousin’s wedding, which she obviously couldn’t miss. She had a lot of fun and bonded with family and friends she hadn’t seen in a while, but throughout the whole event, she wished Harry was there to help soothe some social anxiety. He was always best at that.
“I know. But I’m coming home now. About to get in the bus.”
A soft sigh left her lips. She couldn’t even survive just a week without him.
“You okay, lovie?” He asked gently, practically hearing that pretty pout through the phone.
“Yeah,” she lied. “I just miss you. A lot.”
“I know, baby. I miss you too. I’m gonna see you so soon, yeah? Then I’ll never have to leave you again for that long.”
Her thighs squeezed together, the ache growing stronger.
“Harry…” she breathed. “I— I need you.”
There was a moment of silence.
“I’m not alone right now, Y/N.” His voice came out as a warning, trying to tell her ‘now’s not the best time’ without actually saying it aloud. “Give me a— hold on.”
She nearly whimpered with frustration. All she could hear now were muffled voices, indicating he had pulled the phone away from his face.
Her fingers finally slid between her thighs, barely giving her any relief.
If Harry were there, he’d know exactly how to take care of her.
But no. She had to wait an hour.
“Bunny.” He spoke, gaining all of her attention immediately. “Stop touching yourself.”
She froze.
Of course he knew.
“…What?”
“I’ll take care of you when I get home. But do not even think about doing that yourself.”
The frown that curved on her face was immediate, her fingers stilling above her underwear.
“But I need you, H,” Y/N spoke, voice a little whiney.
“I know you do. But be good for me, okay? You can wait a little bit, baby.” He cooed, softer now.
So soft that it made her want to listen… but the other half of her really needed that pleasure now.
“Can’t you just talk me through it? Please?” She asked, trying not to let the slight disappointment in her expression bleed through her voice too.
“Y/N.”
Her stomach twisted. That damn tone always got her. The one that made her really fucking wet, but also intimidated.
“Please…” she whispered, head plopping back against the pillow defeatedly.
“I said no. Wait for me, and I’ll give you what you need, all night long. Keep this up and you’re getting nothing. I’ll go to sleep while you’re aching and empty.”
She huffed, her vision getting a little blurry from a thin line of tears.
It wasn’t fair. She waited so patiently all week, and he couldn’t even help her out? And it’s not like he couldn’t have her again when he got home. He was doing this just to be mean, she decided.
“I’ll be so quick though. I just—”
Harry interrupted her, “Ask me one more time, and it’s a no for the rest of the night. Stop it, bun.”
Y/N yanked her fingers away from herself with frustration, her thighs squeezing together almost immediately. He’s been demanding like this before, but never when it came to this. He was always willing to help her out, so she didn’t understand why he wasn’t tonight.
“…Whatever,” she murmured quietly, barely audible.
His jaw tightened.
“Don’t start with me.”
“M’not starting anything.”
“Bullshit.” He cursed. “Would you really rather getting spanked instead of taken care of? Answer me.”
She sniffled. “…No.”
“Then cut the fucking attitude and be patient.”
His words caused more tears to rise in her eyes, unconsciously turning her face into the pillow a little as if he were here and staring down at her. As much as she hated when he was annoyed like this with her and she didn’t want it to continue, she was also a little angry. A small part of her wanted to keep pushing him. Not for the consequences, but simply to make him feel as frustrated as she was.
But that never ended in her favor, did it?
“I’m leaving now.” He said.
“Okay, I love y—”
He hung up.
In the middle of her saying she loved him.
Her lips parted with shock and anger, fingers tightening around her phone.
What an ass.
She took a deep breath, though the sad frown on that was on her face turned into a scowl, brows pushed together. She then went onto their messages, typing out a text she’d surely regret later.
Y/N: i’m not waiting for you then.
Then she silenced her phone, placed it face down on the nightstand, and let her fingers travel down her stomach and into her heated, damp panties.
-
It didn’t take long for Y/N to cum, considering how long it’s been since she’s had an orgasm and how much she needed it.
But the second she finished, her stomach curled with anxiety for what was to come for her.
She was too terrified to look at her phone.
The TV failed at trying to distract her. She just laid there and stared at it, completely zoned out.
And then she heard the front door open.
Oh shit.
Maybe if she pretends to be asleep, he won’t do anything.
Or maybe if she apologizes right away and offers him something.
While she’s debating what to do, his heavy footsteps were heard coming up the stairs.
Too late.
Their bedroom door opens, and a stoic looking Harry walks in.
Sexy. Too sexy.
He’s changed out of his stage clothes and into something more comfortable, black sweatpants and a sweatshirt, that type of outfit the world doesn’t typically see when he’s out on his walks, something more reserved for someone like her.
He doesn’t rush to do anything. He doesn’t even say anything yet.
He just walks in slowly, eyes landing on hers for a moment before turning away. Harry slips off the tote bag hanging from his shoulder and places it on the dresser, not saying a single word.
It heightened her nerves.
“Y’look nervous, bunny.” He didn’t look at her.
She swallowed.
When he finally turned to her, he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the dresser, his brows pinched and jawline sharp.
Jesus.
“Don’t have anything else to say?” He raised his eyebrows, challenging her.
She hesitantly shook her head, unsure if she should answer.
“…No.”
“Hm. Figured.” Harry pushed off the dresser and slowly stalked towards her.
Once he was stood at the edge of the bed, he stroked his fingers through her hair, not at all harshly but rough enough to make her head tug back slightly. Y/N’s eyes were big and full of regret when they were forced to meet his.
“Harry, I’m sor—”
“Shut up.”
She shut up. Right away.
Her eyes stung, embarrassed by the tears starting to form.
His hand dropped from her soft strands, eyes scanning her body like he was deciding what he was gonna do to her.
“What’d you think was gonna happen, hm?” He tilted his head. “Did you expect me to just let you disobey me? Let you be a fuckin’ brat?”
Her bottom lip quivered, eyes falling to her lap.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes snapped back up.
“You know better.” He said. “And you know what happens when you do that, too.”
Punishment.
Even though she knew it was coming, her heart dropped.
She felt so small sitting there, both physically and emotionally. It was hard not to when Harry, a six foot tall man who was visibly burly, was standing right there in front of her, dominantly speaking down to her. Over something she knew would have consequences.
“Get on your stomach.”
His voice was gravely insistent, jaw sharp as a blade, tempting her to defy his order.
Y/N didn’t move. Her heart was hammering in her chest.
Harry gave her a single nod when she was still frozen after a moment.
“Don’t make me force you, baby.” He murmured, eyes narrowing. “I haven’t seen you in over a week, and this is what I come home to? My sweet girl purposely going against my rules?” There was a pause. A moment to let the words sink in. “On your stomach. Now.”
She still didn’t move.
“Okay, then.”
She attempted to turn and crawl to the other side of the bed, but he grasped her ankle and shoved her down, one hand pushing down on the back of her waist while the other tangled in her soft hair and gently pushed her face down into the sheets.
The tears in her eyes spilled freely.
“No!” She cried, squirming under his grip.
“Calm down.”
After a moment, the hand that kept her face down lifted. That’s when she heard the jingle of his belt. Y/N cried harder at the thought of being spanked with the belt. That was her least favorite.
But instead, Harry grabbed both of her arms and snaked the leather around her wrists, binding them together.
“Stay. Do not move,” he ordered.
A small whimper escaped her lips, burying her face further into the sheets like she was trying to disappear.
Her tiny little sleep shorts were yanked down her thighs right along with her panties.
The second her bottom was bare, his hand came down.
She let out a muffled yelp into the pillow, tears slipping out of the corners of her eyes at a faster rate.
“Thought you took care of yourself? Why are you still this wet, huh?” He said mockingly, delivering another spank.
Y/N didn’t argue any further.
She just took it.
She continued to cry into the pillow, but still, she took it.
Another blow landed, his large hand spanning across both of her cheeks, the sting blooming over her entire bum.
“Ow!” She quavered.
“Be quiet.”
Harry kept spanking her, refusing to stop despite her cries. She needed this.
When he counted 12 spanks, he stopped.
The hand that caused the redness across her ass gently rubbed the inflamed skin, sliding up to her back and giving her a brief pat.
She heard him open a drawer on their nightstand, and the quiet sound made her stomach curl. That’s when she peeked and saw him pulling out the sleek, pink vibrator that could mean one of three things: either he was going to pleasure her (least likely), edge her, or overstimulate her with it.
Her eyes were big and glossy, the same look on her face that always made his heart clench. But he didn’t let it happen this time.
He could be sleeping right now with her in his arms.
But she decided to be a stubborn fucking brat.
The smooth, round head of the device nudged at her entrance and her hips bucked back against it instinctively.
He was silent.
A small click sounded in the room before the vibrations came to life, immediately stimulating her weeping pussy.
He circled it down to her clit, holding it against the bundle of nerves.
Her toes curled from the pleasure.
This was what she needed.
Her tears turned into whimpers, and her whimpers turned into moans. Her fingers curled around his belt wrapped around her wrists to give her something to hold onto.
After a few moments passed, and her hips began to rock against it subtly.
“H—Harry—”
He watched her body tremble, the small signs that told him she was getting close.
Right before her peak came— he abruptly pulled it away from her clit.
She gasped. “No…. No, please, I need it—”
“Did you really think I’d give it to you? After you already made yourself cum without permission?”
She whimpered.
“So don’t fucking beg. Because you don’t deserve to cum tonight, and you won’t.”
He waited until the desperate fluttering in her hips died down, letting every ounce of her orgasm slip away from her completely before he placed the vibrator back against her, watching it buzz against her slick heat.
Y/N sobbed into the pillow, overwhelmed by frustration.
As every orgasm was denied, it felt like hours had passed by. He kept on going.
Harry would hold it there until her thighs started shaking, her hole clenching desperately, and then he’d pull it back and do it all over again.
It was torture.
Once she was starting to get used to it— meaning her crying slowed down and her hips stopped chasing it— that’s when he decided she’s had enough.
He pulled back entirely and took a good look at the glistening juices between her trembling thighs. Her pretty pussy was dripping and obscenely swollen from all of the teasing. The small bundle of nerves was pulsing, desperate for stimulation and attention that wasn’t coming.
She looked wrecked.
When the vibrator turned off and the buzzing sound died down, her shoulders deflated with relief.
Harry gave a small pat to her reddened bottom.
He tucked the device back into the nightstand then turned his attention to her fully.
“Alright, baby,” he murmured quietly, untying the belt around her wrists.
She stayed quiet, face still tucked into the pillow, hiccuping now from all the crying.
“C’mere.”
He gently handled her to sit up on her knees, one large hand cupping her cheek and rubbing his thumb across her soft skin.
“M’sorry…” she murmured, small and weak.
“I know you are, bunny. Had to learn though, yeah? If you waited for me, I would’ve been taking care of you. Not punishing you.” He spoke softly. “You know I don’t like having to do that.“
She gave a small nod. “Love you.”
He smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I love you too. So much.” He said. “Let’s get you cleaned up and then we’ll cuddle all night. You can tell me all about the wedding. Sound good?”
That managed a smile on her pouty face. “Yeah.”
“Good.”
Harry gave a cheek a gentle squeeze before turning to the bathroom to get a cloth. When he returned, he wiped up the wet mess between her thighs.
She whimpered, clenching around air.
“I know, baby. Gotta get you cleaned up.”
He tossed it somewhere on the floor then went to the dresser to get her a new pair of panties, considering the ones she was wearing before were soaked.
She loved when he took care of her like this. Her mind was still a little fuzzy from the punishment, eyes slightly glossy.
Harry slid the underwear up her thighs, then laid down and pulled her into his chest.
For a moment, it was silent.
Her breathing was steadied now and she was no longer crying, just small hiccups escaping her every few moments. And the occasional sniffle.
His hand slid under her shirt and gently rubbed her back.
“You okay?” He asked softly.
She tilted her head inwards slightly, closer to him. “Mhm.”
Her hum was more tired than sad.
Harry sat up slightly and grabbed the glass of water on the nightstand. “Take a few sips f’me.”
She whined in protest, her limbs feeling too much like jelly to do all that work.
“Come on, bun. Just a few.”
He tilted it against her lips as watched her take a one sip after another.
“Good girl.”
When she pulled back, he placed the water back down, and settled again.
She curled into him, seeking more warmth.
“I missed you a lot,” she murmured quietly.
The corners up his lips quirked upward slightly. “I missed you too, sweet girl. Every day.”
“I think you would’ve had a lot of fun at the wedding.”
“Yeah? I feel bad. Haven’t been able to see your family in a while now,” he said.
“They all said they missed you. Everyone loves you.” She looked up at him.
Their eyes met, and he pulled her even closer.
“Everyone loves you, baby. The most precious thing ever. Can’t believe I went 8 days without seeing and kissing this pretty face.”
Y/N went a little pink, smiling.
That’s what he loved to see— his girl happy and content, even after a punishment.
He kissed her nose, then her cheek, then her other cheek, then finally, he placed his lips against hers.
Her fingers grasped his shirt, kissing him back. It was soft, slow, and made up for every moment missed within the last week.
When they pulled back from the kiss, they stayed close.
i’m soooo close to finishing but i must sleep now… i will be active tmrw and hopefully (most likely) post the fic. thank you for patience ily goodnight bye
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FINALLY. I GOT IT.
this app will just be so difficult for 0 reason whenever it feels.
omg i never saw this. i’m sorry! haven’t been too active today
the main reason it’s taking so long is because every time i’m like oh i wanna write, i always have the urge to start a new idea. so. that’s the problem with me.
but i’m actually right now omw to finish up the first fic so then i won’t be stressing over it 😭
sentimental landslide - the sudden rush of guilt and missing someone, a sudden feeling of nostalgia
summary: Harry has started his first solo tour, leaving you home by yourself since you’re in college.
contains: idk slight angst maybe ?
word count: 1,087
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A/N: i haven’t slept in so long im actually starting to see things and i’m not proofreading this so if this is shit i’m sorry 🤗 also 5sos in 2 weeks ??? (my outfit still isn’t done.)
“Hi, sweetheart.” Harry’s face brightened the second he saw your face on his phone screen. Given the time difference between you two, it’s difficult to find the right time to talk, so you barely do anymore.
Of course, you’ll text him anytime you can, but he’s almost always either sleeping or on stage, so he can’t respond until later, and you’re typically sleeping by then.
Going from seeing each other everyday to this has been extremely difficult for the both of you. You have been staying up later just to talk to him, and he’s been waking up earlier. Even then, it’s still hard for him to even talk to other people without feeling guilty for building relationships with others while leaving you at home.
Your expression mirrors his, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. He can’t help but notice how your eyes don’t have as much of the light they used to carry. You look sad, and it breaks his heart.
He hears your soft, tired voice from the other side of the phone. “Hi, Harry.”
“What are you doing up?” He asked, his voice softer than it’s been the entire night, though slightly raspy from singing earlier that night, and every night for the last few weeks.
“I was waiting for you to get off stage. I watched a live stream so I could call you as soon as possible.” You say with a small laugh at the end, which he knows was only added to make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal, even though it is.
You shouldn’t have to ruin your sleep schedule just to be able to talk to your boyfriend of two years. He should be home with you, not on another continent. He wouldn’t blame you if you decided you couldn’t do this anymore, and left him.
Not a moment goes by that he’s not thinking about you getting tired of this and finding someone new. Someone who you don’t have to worry about leaving you alone for months to tour, someone who you won’t have to stay up all night just to have a quick conversation with.
He decides to change the subject. “I just saw those pictures you posted on Instagram earlier. You looked beautiful.”
“Thank you,” you say, a real smile finally breaking through. It’s a small thing, but it helps him a bit. “I was hoping you’d see them.”
He lets out a soft laugh, and it’s a sound you’ve missed. “Of course I did. You know I check your profile any chance I get.” He teased, before he speaks again, his tone more serious. “Y/N, are you alright? You seem tired, baby.”
You sigh, the small bit of energy you had managed to gather quickly dissipating. “I’m okay, Harry. Just… really missing you. And I’m a little tired, I guess.” You try to keep your voice light, but you can hear the tremor in it, and you know he can too.
He frowns, his eyes searching yours through the screen. “I miss you too, love. More than you know.” He pauses, and you can see the conflict in his expression. “This isn’t fair to you. I hate that you have to do this.”
"It's okay," you say quickly, trying to reassure him, and yourself. "I know it's not ideal, but we'll get through it. We always do." You try to project confidence, but inside, you're just as unsure as he is.
He shakes his head slightly. "But should you have to, Y/N? Should you have to sacrifice your sleep and your peace just to talk to me for a few minutes?" His voice is low, filled with a sadness that mirrors your own. "I feel like I'm asking too much of you."
“You’re not, Harry.” You shake your head, rubbing your tired eyes. “Let’s not do this right now, okay? It’s late.” You check the time on the clock beside you, and it reads 3:26 AM. You sigh and turn back to your phone.
“I know. I know. Get some rest, okay? I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Harry forces a small smile. “I love you.”
“Okay. I love you too.” You say tiredly. “Goodnight, H.” You hang up before he can respond.
He lets out a breath and sets his phone down, sitting up in the bed. He looks around his dark hotel room, feeling nothing but loneliness. He misses you so much.
And once again, he’s worried about you leaving him one day.
He picks up his phone again, scrolling through his gallery until he finds a picture of you two laughing on a beach, the sun setting behind you. He stares your face on the screen, a pang of longing hitting him. He knows this isn't sustainable, this constant worry and the distance that stretches between you. He just doesn't know how to fix it right now.
He tosses and turns for a while, the image of your tired eyes haunting him. Sleep doesn't come easily. He thinks about the upcoming months, the endless string of cities, and the gnawing feeling of being so far away from the one person he truly wants to be with. He wishes he could just teleport home, even for a few hours, just to hold you and reassure himself that you're real and still there. That you still love him and want him.
Eventually, exhaustion wins, and he drifts off, but even in his dreams, the distance feels palpable. He wakes up feeling just as heavy-hearted as when he went to sleep, the memory of your sad smile still fresh in his mind. The tour, which once felt like an exhilarating adventure, now feels like a relentless march away from everything he loves.
He grabs his phone, quickly typing out a message to his manager.
I need to talk to you about the schedule. There has to be a way to make this work so I can see Y/N, even just for a few days.
He knows it's a long shot, but he has to try. He can't keep living like this, and he definitely can't ask you to take a few days off of school just to visit him. The thought of losing you is a constant ache, a fear that overshadows even the roar of the crowd.
He closes his eyes, picturing your face, and a silent promise forms in his mind: he'll find a way to get back to you, no matter what it takes.
