Sunflower My Eyes

Claire. 22. I guess I write

[harrysfluff]

Choices Part 2

a/n: Hi! Yes I know it has been a long time. VERY SORRY! I had a lot of big life events happen (graduated from college, grad school (apps, interviews, drama etc)). So for that i am very sorry. Because this one leaves on a cliff hanger and given my writing updates, I’m halfway done with part 3 and locking myself away to finish it. Anyway thank you for being so patient with me!

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), ANGST

part 1

You could feel your eyes drying out as you stared down at salad in front of you. It was bitter and way too vinegary, but Jules had recommended it. “It is unreal! I swear I argue with myself every time. Like should I get it or try something new!” Nothing had seemed appealing lately to you, so the recommendation was welcomed.

Your eyes wondered around the restaurant as you eyed the tables nearby. You and Jules had a ritual of having lunch together on Fridays as way to decompress from the week. Often the conversation would range from office gossip to the most recent episode of Love Island in the span of an hour. Today Jules was complaining about her going to see her in laws this weekend. “Simon’s mum is so protective and I’m always the bad guy because I told him to try something new.” She said grabbing her drink to take a sip. “Like I swear you would never know the cord was cut at birth,” she laughed with one hand making scissors motions.

You only cracked a smile which earned a frown from Jules. “Oh come on! That was funny. I’m wasting all my good bits on you.”

You sighed, eyes coming to meet hers. “Sorry, it was.” You paused, setting down your fork so your hand could run through your hair. “I’m just in my head. I have a bunch of stuff going on,” You admitted.

“Like a deadline?” She asked, taking another sip.

“No not that.” You bit into your cheek, trying to find the correct phrasing. It had been a week since Harry stormed out and every moment since it had been gnawing at you. Your mind had been replaying each moment transforming it into a distorted nightmare. Additionally, he wasn’t texting beyond reminding you that the electrician was stopping by and telling you he was in LA. There was a deep sense of dread in your stomach preparing for the worst. “Me and H got into a fight last weekend, and I don’t know what’s going to happen.” You felt your eyes watering up as you tried to blink them away. “I said something really mean and he’s not really talking to me and I just don’t think he wants to repair it.” You could feel a tear run down as you were quick to dab it away. “Like ugh I was just so mad at him. And I just wanted to hurt him and I did.” The tears became a quick pour down your face.

Jules’ expression softens, sliding her hand across the table for you. “I’m sure it’s gonna be okay, love,” she cooed. “He just needs time, he obsessed with you! I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

You slipped your hand into hers, soaking in the comfort. Your other hand grabbed the napkin next to you, wiping away your tears.“Yeah but I don’t think he’ll forgive me,” you replied in a calm down. You took in several deep breathes as an attempt to regain composure.

“I promise he will, he truly loves you.” Her thumb gently rubbed against your knuckles. You nodded, hoping she was right.

~

The door handle felt cold in your hand as you turned it pushing into the house. Instinctly, your hand found the light switch to flick it. However you stopped your movements noticing the lights were already on. Turning the corner, you jumped at the sudden appearance of Harry coming down the stairs. “Oh sorry for scaring you, I heard the door and assumed it was you.” He said.

He was wearing what he usually wore when lounging around the house which was gym shorts and some old shirt. Your eyes analyzed his face for any evidence of his mental state. His eyes look tired, and he had bit more scruff than usual but nothing more. It seemed your eyes were permanently bloodshot and the bags under your eyes darken. “Hi,” you replied going to set your purse on the kitchen counter. “How are you?” You asked trying to be polite.

“Fine, I just got in this morning.” Harry came to the opposite side of the counter. He was unsure how he should approach you. It felt like you both were the same ends of a magnet. “I um wanted to talk you but wanted to do it in person.” He sunk himself down on the kitchen stool, burying his face in his hands. You took note of his nervous habit.

A seed of panic began to grow inside of you, trying to swallow it all down. “Yeah?”

“I had a lot of time to think and I’m sorry for how I left and how avoidant I have been. I just needed space and I was really angry and hurt by you.” You crossed your arms across your body, feeling the dryness in your throat. “I think I was so hurt because I get comments like that all the time from the world. And to hear that from you,” he sucked in a sharp breath as his face knitted up into a scrunch. “You who is suppose to be my partner and know me. Really suppose to know me, you know?” He curled his lips into his mouth. “And if that’s how you know me then frankly I think we’re too different.”

“Harry I’m really sorry. I was just angry and upset and I know there are no excuses but I’m sorry.” You leaned across the counter, extending yourself to him. “I promise I don’t see you like that. You are such an amazing person and nothing like I said.”

His eyes harden again as they stayed fixated on the countertop. He couldn’t even look you in your eyes. “I just don’t think this is going to work. I think we’re too different.”

Your heart sank to your stomach and you felt a well of tears start to pool in your eyes. “Okay,” you mustered out.

“I’m sorry.” He stood up from his seat coming towards you. He held his arms out before engulfing you in them. You sobbed into his chest while he rubbed your back in gentle circles. After a few moments, he softly spoke. “I still you love, y/n. That’s the other part that hurts in all of this, but it’s for the best.”

Your insides crumbled as you reached your arms around his neck. You nestled your face into his bare skin, trying to memorize his scent. Pushing more into him, your lips began to faintly kiss him.

His hands moved towards your waist, firmly holding it. The familiar feeling began to erupt an explosion of desire inside of him. All week he had felt little to no interest in sex so your skin on his felt amplified. “I don’t know if this is right, y/n,” he sighed. He pushed himself into you as you sucked at his skin.

“Just let me have this,” you pleaded coming up for air. You crashed your lips onto his, “I just want you one final time.” You both melted into each other. You and Harry knew each other’s spots and how to work them perfectly.

“Believe me I want you y/n, but I want to make sure this is right.” His tensed his body as you slipped your hand into his shorts, grabbing at his warm skin.

You leaned your mouth against his ear, “I just really want you to fuck me right now,” you said eagerly. You hopped up onto the counter and Harry pushed himself between your legs. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pants, tugging them down along with your panties. Your hands lifted your top over your head, exposing your chest to him. He latched his mouth to your collar bone as left a trail of kisses along them. “Can you do that for me? Please make me cum.”

His mouth went downward and his body slumped down to his knees while his hands brought you closer to the edge. He attached his mouth to you making you heave at the sudden feeling. His tongue licked upwards against your clit giving you a growing bud of pleasure. You swung your leg over his shoulder for better access, leaning backwards to rest your weight on your arms. The intense pleasure would at times mix with the pain you felt which made you want him more. You craved him.

The waves of indulgences began to combine with one another and you could feel your release was imminent. “I’m gonna cum,” you moaned. Harry slipped a finger into you as your orgasmed washed over you. He pulled away from you, his mouth shining in the light. He thought to himself how much he would miss the taste of you. The way he could feel you expand around him when you came and how blissfully your face looked afterwards. He already missed you. He tossed his shirt over his body and quickly ridding his short away too, desiring to only feel your skin. “Do you think you can cum for a second time for me?” You nodded standing up from the counter. You turned around, laying your front side against the cool side. Goosebumps puckered up all over you skin when Harry gave a quick smack to your ass. “Hmm mine.” He immediately regretted the word as he cringed at himself. He was glad he couldn’t see your face.

He slid himself into you, giving himself to you. You moaned at the feeling, your primal needs coming out. Harry’s thumb snaked its way to your sensitive clit, and began to firmly rub in circles. You could start to feel your second orgasm growing.

The kitchen was filled with the sound of your bodies colliding and both of yours grunts. Harry kept a firm grip on you as he felt his own release coming. He wanted to savor the moment but couldn’t hold himself back. “Fuck, I love this pussy. I love the way it feels. Fuck,” he strummed out. His thumb became sloppy as you came down from your second high. Both of you were catching your breaths, Harry laid his head against your back still inside of you. “I love you.” He spoke in a gentle tone.

His words brought you out of your enlightenment, the emptiness finding its way back. “I love you, too.” You finally said after what felt like hours.

He pulled himself out of you and you could feel his cum drip out of you down your leg. Using his shirt, he wiped it away. The weight of the situation fell onto his shoulders as he put on his shorts. “I guess I should have reached for a condom, sorry for that.”

“Yeah I guess so,” you said realizing how awkward it might be to have unprotected sex with someone you’re no longer with. “Should be fine, still not pregnant so.” You felt incredibly stiffed suddenly as you grabbed your clothes. “Maybe one of us is infertile.” You tried to joke to lighten the mood.

He gave a weak laugh which made you feel like another knife had stabbed you in the heart. “You can erm have the bed, I’ll be in the guest room.”

You started to head upstairs wanting to rid yourself of this situation. “Sounds great. We can decide what to do later with all the stuff. Anyway, I’m gonna head upstairs to shower.” Once your body stood under the hot water, all the emotional toll fell over you. You curled your body into a tight ball, letting the water fall.

~

Harry had decided to stay out in LA while you sorted through everything. He felt guilty for staying there and almost gave you the house several times. Actually, he was still debating that idea since it wasn’t like he couldn’t afford another place. Either way, he couldn’t stand to see you since it pained him so deeply. He hoped the sun, beach, and work would let him escape this world he had created.

To be honest, your turmoil had shifted to a newfound panic when you realized you were late. Instead of crying yourself to sleep, you were tossing and turning at idea of you being pregnant with your now ex-boyfriend’s baby. He also dumped you.

You paced the bathroom endlessly, waiting for the timer to go off. The sudden ring jolted practically jolted your bones. Each step towards the plastic test felt like eternity till you were faced with a small “pregnant” in the window.

[harrysfluff]

Will you write part 2 for choices please?

yes! I have gotten a few messages about part 2 and yes I will be writing it!

[harrysfluff]

Choices

A/n: Hello! Lol I am currently writing my applications for PhD programs and need a break. This was a draft I had and wanted to polish up for you guys. Btw i haven't written anything with angst or really a plot in a hot minute so I'm sorry for the plot.

Tw: smut (p in v, unprotected sex), angst (couple fighting)

Harry's forearms came on either side of your head as your bare bodies touched one another. Your hands snaked their way down his ass, grabbing at him in tight clenches. The bedsheets were crumpled together towards the foot of the bed leaving both of you exposed to the cold room. "I think we would make cute babies," Harry smiled down at you, pushing his hips deeper into you.

Harry had recently become obsessed with babies. He had brought it up to you a few months ago and hadn't stopped since. Harry never was doing things in order since some people would have at least waited for a ring. "I just know you my person and this is exactly what I want with you in this moment," he said each time. It slowly wore down on you, and as you started to come around to the idea. Suddenly, you were also imagining a small bundle that was a mix of both of you.

You could feel his hard self push against your clit, giving a light sensation from the bud. You let out a heavy exhale from the feeling, while your hands move upward to his back. "I think so, too. They would have your eyes." Harry buried his face into the crook of your neck, sucking against the skin gently. You threw your head back into your pillow, giving him more access. "And hopefully my sense of humor," you tease.

"Oi," Harry lifted his head back up, "What did I do? I'm just trying to make love to the woman I love." He defended.

You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I just love to tease you. You get all worked up!" You brought his face down to yours to share a kiss. “It’s cute,” you shared before your lips collided. You opened your mouth slightly to allow his tongue to slip through. The kiss deepened as you engulfed each other. You brought your legs up providing the perfect angle for Harry. Usually, the two participated in more foreplay. However, the feeling of him against your clit had built up a hunger for him inside of you. Taking the cue, Harry slipped himself in.

The feeling of him inside of you always made you realize just how empty you felt when he wasn't. You pulled your lips away from each other as Harry slowly rolled his hips into you. The gentle waves of him caused a growing intensity in you.

Harry's brow furrowed, "I wanna savor this." He lowered his face down again for another passionate kiss. "God, I wanna be inside you forever. Do you want me to be inside of you forever?"

"Yes," you exhaled. "Please never leave me."

It came out as a whine which always sent Harry into overdrive. He pulled away from you. The emptiness makes you shiver. Harry's hands grabbed onto your knees, spreading them. You were completely exposed to him, glistening in the light as some of you leaked onto the sheets. Harry pushed himself in again, this time with more speed and power. "Fuck. I'm going to fill you up with my cum. Wanna have my baby, don't you?" He brought the pad of his thumb to your clit, rubbing firm circles. The movement sent pulses through your body as your breaths became more shallow.

"Yes, please fill my tummy with you," you begged. The feeling radiated from your pussy reaching higher intensity with each thrust from him. "I wanna have your baby so bad, H."

Every time Harry hears those words from you, a primal feeling erupts. "I'm about to fill you up," he grunted. His movements are becoming increasingly faster. "Fuck," he gasped, slamming his hips into yours. "Oh Harry," you screamed out as you released over him. Harry collapsed on top of you, still staying inside of you.

He stayed there for a moment, before lifting his upper body from you. His skin was sweaty and you could see the beads of sweat on his forehead. "You said you never wanted me to leave," he smirked, slowly rolling his hips into you. “I just wanna make you sure you’re extra pregnant,” he laughed.

You giggled too, still in your post orgasm bliss. “I think I’m plenty pregnant. We haven’t left this bed all weekend and I’m full of your cum,” you said pushing him off you. Harry settled on his side, his hand being placed on your stomach. He began to trace his finger gently, his eyes stayed concentrated on it. “You know it doesn’t happen immediately, right?” You say.

“I know but this is just so perfect you know? Like this moment. I don’t know I like imagining our baby. I would take them down the street to that coffee shop. And I could get a bike!” His eyes came up to yours, beaming with excitement. “You know I’ve been thinking of getting one since I’m always renting one. I don’t know I could get one and then get one of those baby attachments so we could ride around together.” His mind rambled on, imagining himself riding around with a little one. He settled onto his back and you nestled yourself into his side. Harry’s arm instinctively wrapped around you, pulling you close. “Either way it will be perfect. I’m winding down so I’ll have time and you’ll take off work -“

“Wait what?” You sat up, staring confused at him. You clutched the sheets around your chest, covering them from him.

“Yeah, I was thinking you could you know take some time off.”

“I didn’t know that. When were you gonna tell me you wanted me to quit?” You asked, starting to feel the heat in your face.

“Y/n I’m not asking you to quit I just think you should step back.” He defended. “I think it’s for the best if we can be there together in the beginning. And besides, it’s not like we need to worry about money.”

“But it’s not about money. It was never about that.” Your blood started to boil as you found your thoughts. “I’ve worked so hard for this between all my school and years at this company. I’m not gonna throw it all away because I have a family. I had this job before you and I’ll have it after you.” You hastily scooted off the bed and wrapped the sheets around you to hide your body from him.

“Y/n you’re not listening to me. I’m not asking you to quit. That’s not at all what I’m saying: I’m just saying we should both take a step back from work.” He pleaded in a gentle tone.

You walked right into your closet to grab some sweats. The last thing you wanted was for Harry to see your body. “Harry not everyone can just take time off,” you reply loudly before mumbling, “Not everyone is a fucking pop star.” You walk out to the bedroom to face him. “Besides why can’t you raise the kid? You have the time.”

Harry rubbed his face harshly. This is not how he envisioned the night ending. “You know what? Don’t take the time off. It’s fine I’ll raise the kid, it’s fine. I’m sorry I said you should back off. I didn’t think.” His tone was flat across each word as he spoke. He swung his legs to the edge of the bed, grabbing his underwear off the floor. His hands fiddled with the shorts, pulling them up his legs while his eyes stayed concentrated on the floor.

“Harry it’s not about that, I'm angry that you just assumed I would take time off,” you paused, trying to read his face. His brows were furrowed together and you could see he had clenched his jaw. "Like do you think that low of my job? Like are you just another out-of-touch celebrity? God the shit I put up with because of you. Listening to you complain about clothes and albums-"

His head snapped towards you, face hardened. "What the fuck? That was fucking mean Y/N and you know it." He stood up from the bed, grabbing his pillow and tucking it under his arm. "I'm gonna sleep in the guest room tonight. I need space right now."

You sighed, the guilt beginning to wash over you. Your face fell into your hands and you contemplated your next move. Following him downstairs would probably not solve anything, but going to bed angry at each other ate away at you. Your mind flashed Harry's face as he was storming out. He was angry and didn't want to even be near you. So much had changed in less than 15 minutes. Not wanting to antagonize him further, you crawled into bed almost engulfing yourself in the thick duvet.

The alarm on your phone went off as it did each morning. Having been use to Harry reaching over to you, you felt a pain in your chest when you were reminded of last night. Normally, he would have tried to pull your closer as you struggled out his grip to start your day. However, there was no struggle as you got out of bed.

You tried to slow your morning get ready as you were scared to go downstairs but yet it seemed to go over quickly. You planned to keep your head down heading out of the kitchen on the off chance he was there, and pick something up on the way to work. It was a solid plan till you got downstairs and saw no trace of him. You were grateful till you saw his car was gone in the garage. It was odd since Harry rarely drove in London and either walked or biked. You shrugged it off, not sure you could understand him right now.

Harry didn't message you all day. Each time your phone flashed a notification, you anxiously checked it wanting to see his name. You sent him a few messages admitting fault and wanting to reconcile yet there was no response. Now you were confused since Harry usually replied.

Turning your key into the door, you imagined him sitting on the couch. Perhaps he was waiting to see you in person to try and repair things. Yet, when you entered the home was undisturbed. There was no trace of him still. You wandered into the guest room and saw the bed messily disturbed. The pillow he had taken was still there. You walked over to it to hold it close to you. Inhaling, you smelled the comforting smell.

Just as you were setting down the pillow, you heard the door open and the sound of footsteps. Coming out of the room, you saw him pushing his shoes off. "Hey," you squeaked out. "I uh just wanted to say I was sorry last night. I should not have said that and I'm sorry." You gulped hard, your hands finding ways to fidget with each other. Harry's eyes came off the ground, peering back from you. They were still cold, and his lips were still in that hard-pressed line. "Harry please say something. I don't like it when you do the silent treatment to me." "I didn't want to say something I would regret," he said.

"Okay, that's fair but I'm sorry. I want to move past this, please." You came closer to him in an effort to reach out to him. However, as you came closer, he backed away from you.

"I'm not sure I'm quite as ready. You hurt me Y/n. Sometimes you're rude to me when we argue and last night crossed a line. I provide for us, for our family, and this is what I get? I understand you have a career but I do too and just because mine is different does not give you the right to belittle it." There was a pause as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Frankly, I don't know if I want to be with you right now. " Harry finally exhaled, regaining his composure. "Look I'm just here to grab some things. I need more than just a night in the guest bedroom." He pushed past you, walking up the stairs.

You stood there shocked and almost paralyzed. It wasn't until you heard him coming back down that you wiped the tears from your face. "Yeah, erm okay. I understand." You softly whimpered, wiping another tear. "I love you, okay? And I'm really sorry." You were struggling to find the words, burying your face in your hands.

Harry looked at you, his eyes softening at the sight. He would have wrapped his arms around you but felt his arms glued to the sides. There was a part of him that was reluctant to do so. "I'm sorry, too. I hope this isn't the end. I just need some time. That's all."

You nodded, wiping the tears more as you tried to compose yourself. "Yeah, I get it." You gave him a weak smile, watching him leave.

[harrysfluff]

A/n: a lil blurb for you all. Didn’t edit but hope you enjoy.

Warning: breeding king, and general smut thing

Harry always wanted children. He had the financial means to support them well and if he play his cards right he could take a few years off between albums. His thoughts did not go much further, till he met you. You had expressed your breeding kink to him when discussing each others fantasies.

“I don’t know,” you confess. Your hands were lightly tracing his arm as you laid on your side. Your skin was exposed to the cold air as the bedsheets were pooled around your waist. Harry laid next to you on his back. His underwear hung low exposing his deep v lines. “Like i would be filled with you and it just makes me crazy. Like I want more,” you paused. “Maybe that’s embarrassing.” Your hand flew up to your face covering it.

“Hey it’s not embarrassing.” Harry’s hand came to yours, pulling it away. “If that’s what you like then I can definitely, you know, fill you cum.” He teased, exposing his dimples with his smile.

You pushed him lightly, “Ugh it sounds so gross to when you say it!”

From there on, Harry always made sure to fill up each time. He had even made note of what made you mad. The way he whispered in your ear when had you from behind or when he gripped you harder to make sure you stayed put. Harry had started to develop his own breeding kink as well. He wanted you to in every way and waited until after the last drop of him spilled out for him to pull out. Harry then liked to watch him leaked a little out onto mattresses, down your legs, or in even once onto the seats of his brand new car. Only a few drops though, he would then take his fingers scooping up his seed and pushing it back into you. “I want you nice and plump with my baby in your belly,” he would as he pressed a kiss to your lips.

When you finally did become pregnant (didn’t take long), Harry’s hunger grew even more. He was shocked himself since he considered his libido especially high. He wasn’t sure if it was your engorged breasts or the growing swell of your bump. Either way, you woke up each morning with a hard on cuddling into you begging to be taken care of.

[harrysfluff]

Red

A/n: I hope you all enjoy this gift from me to you.

Warning: sex The bar was a bit a hazy. There were black figures clustered together, swaying closer to each other an effort to hear one another. The figures were bathed in the red light creating an even more intoxicating allusion. You sat alone against the bar, your body position in an opening and welcoming way. Any outsider would have said it looked as though you were looking for one to join you. Your finger twirled against the edge of your glass while your other came up to stroke your hair behind your ear.

Harry sat only a seat over, alone as well. His body was turned towards the bar, his shoulders hunched over himself. His hands were gripped against his glass. He had caught glances of you, catching whiffs of your hair ever so often when you decided to flip it. The smell consumed him, almost making him mad. The sweet smell of berries and hint of skin, making you even more enticing to him. He caught a quick glance at you. In that small moment, you had turned as catching eyes with him. Having your eyes locked, you smirked ever so slightly making his cheeks heat up. He looked back his glass, before deciding on finishing the rest. His glass made a clink sound, hitting the bar. He felt himself leave his own body, watching himself. His feet dragging themselves the few feet to you. His body coming down next to you, blocking you off from the rest of the world. "Seems like you're running low, maybe I should get you a drink?" As soon as it came out of his mouth, Harry could feel himself biting the inside of his cheek mortified.

Your nose scrunched up before giving him a laugh. "Is that the best you can come up with?" You tilted your head towards him. "Sorry, I guess you just make me nervous," he admitted, leaning closer to you.

Eying him up and down, you reached your hand agianst his arm. Feeling the cloth from his dress shirt, you rubbed lightly going up and down. "Aw honey I don't mean to make you nervous." Taking a pause, you got up from your seat. You pushed yourself closer to him only leaving an inch from your body to his. Looking up at him, your eyes darkened. "I never want to make you nervous." Your arms came up, lacing themselves around his neck. You motioned to him, for his head to lean down to you. "Not before I eat you."

Harry was a complete loss for words yet he could feel his heart racing and his pants tightening.

"Did I catch your tongue?" you joked, running your tongue against your teeth. You leaned your weight back, having your neck exposed in the red light. Harry wanted to lunge forward at it, lap his tongue against the soft skin. He imagined it tasted salty and sweet all at once. Yet, he still restrained himself letting you come back to him. "So are you going to let me taste you?" You asked giving him a small pout.

Seconds passed before you nudged at him again. "Oh yeah, yeah. You can eat me," he declared. His words were flustered, his body caving inward in an attempt to pull you in.

Your body in a smooth motion, stopped him. You pressed you lips to his ear, allowing him to feel your hot breathe on him. "Then get me out of here."

Harry secured his arm around your waist as the two of you made it through the crowd. You echoed quiet "excuse us" in an effort to excuse Harry's aggressive pushing. The London air was cold. You shivered under your small cloth of a dress. Harry looked out into the crowded streets looking for a his car. Spotting it only a block away, he was quick to guide you through the streets. He pulled you even closer into him, both trying to control your stride and keep you warm.

Coming to the black range rover, Harry opened the door for you. You could feel his hands grab your ass as you climbed into the seat. "Hey, what was that?"

"Nothing!" He giggled back, closing the door. He ran towards the driver side, trying to adjust himself. He slid into his seat, his hands coming around the steering wheel. They clenched the leather in a attempt to suppress his appetite long enough for the drive home. However, he was unsure if he was gonna make it.

He was quick to pull out into the street, possibly almost causing an accident. You giggled at his eagerness. You were the only thing that consumed his thoughts and what he would do to do you. You grabbed one of his hands from the wheel allowing his fingers to trace down your chest just before you began to spread your legs. You guided his fingers to your pussy allowing it to soak themselves in it.

Harry could feel his pulse quicken, sweat rolling down his back. However it was not until you lifted his finger to his tongue to taste that he went mad. The pungent taste was heavenly for him and all he wanted to do was to dive head first into it.

Harry had thanked god when he pulled into the driveway. Turning the car off, he quickly unbuckled his seat belt. You went to open the car door before you felt his arms secure themselves around you. "Where do you think you're going?" His voiced low and hot, pulling you closer.

"Where do you want me to go?" You giggled back at him bringing your hands over his.

"I want you to sit right here." Harry grabbed one of your hands, allowing it to feel his hard on.

You wiggled your hand out from his grasp allowing it to unbutton his pants. You reached your down inside, gripping his shaft. Harry shivered at your touched as he so ached for it. You then began to slowly pump him gently. Soft months escaping from his lips. "God i want you so bad. I think I might need you right now."

You turned your body towards him, climbing over the center console. You hiked up your dress, allowing your exposed self to sit comfortably on him. Your hand guided him to your pussy, sinking yourself down on him. His hands planted themselves on your waist, squeezing with his finger tips. You began to gently bounce, before making bigger movements. One of Harry's hands had left your waist and pulled down the top of your dress, allowing your tits to be exposed. He inched closer to them, drawing in your nipple into his mouth.

Harry threw his head back once his mouth had left your tits as his body gave into the waves of pleasure. Each sensation driving him closer to his finish. "Fuck," was all he could struggle out.

Meanwhile, your hand was gripping the top of the seat while your other was rubbing circles on your clit. It was a lot of work all considering yet Harry's moans gave you a satisfactory feeling.

"I think I don't think i can wait, Y/n. I think I'm gonna," his voiced trailed off as he seized up. He held it for a brief moment before softening his posture. Harry could have melted into the seat.

Your hand stoped, bringing both to cup his face while your lips pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Fun night eh?" You joked, still waiting for Harry to catch his breath. You pulled yourself off of him and quickly began to leave the car. "I think the role playing was fun. Maybe we should do it more often like a once a month thing or that too 'we're a couple who plans sex.' I don't really know and what did you think of the whole stranger thing? Too cliche?" You rambled while Harry was still slowly breathing.

You pulled the passenger handle, meeting the cold air once more. "Wait where are you going?' He whined. Harry was startled by the sudden loss from your body's heat.

"I'm gonna go shower," you said adjusting your dress before heading inside.

Harry was quick with himself as he followed you inside the house. He came up from behind you and put his lips to your ear. Within a second, his demeanor changed as the soft and cuddly after-sex Harry had left. "Now I'm pretty sure you didn't cum, and now we can't have that now can we?"

You giggled with delight as he gave a firm smack on your ass. "No we can not." You chirped out.

"So I think you better get upstairs, pull that dress off so you're completely naked and let me really taste you."

[harrysfluff]

Dough

A/n: Was sitting in physics and said “what if chef!harry had smut” so heres some chef harry smut.  

Summary: chef harry is gonna miss you. Some angst smut???

TW: sex and a possible sanitation problem 

The noise form bustling streets usually lulled you to sleep; you were use to the constant sirens, horns, people yelling. It all just seemed background noise. Yet, the loud start of a siren woke you from your sleep. The siren continued for a few blocks. You instinctively moved towards Harry’s side, your arms prepared to wrap around him. Though, you were met with empty sheets. You groggily, sat up, eyes adjusting to the dark room with only the yellow light from the street coming through. There was no sign of the man. You called out to him, yet was met with only silence. Shifting to your feet, you walked towards the kitchen. Still there was no sign of him there. 

Rubbing your eyes, you grabbed your keys off the coffee table. Coming into the chilly air, you walked only a block to the restaurant. You knew Harry had a habit of coming in at ungodly hours when he was stressed, excusing it to having to bake fresh bread for the next day. Your eyes burned at the fluorescent lighting of the kitchen, hearing the dull volume of FleetWood Mac. Harry stood at the metal counter in the center of the kitchen. His hands covered in flour, as the white shirt he was wearing tighten around his biceps with each knead. “Harry what time is it?”

“Dunno, I got in around 3.” His eyes stayed on the dough. “What are you doing here? You were still snoring when I left.”

“Couldn’t sleep and I guess you couldn’t either.” You leaned against the cold tiled wall.

“Nope.”

“What’s got you up?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

He makes a face. “Well I wanted to make sure Joel closed properly.” He paused. “He did not. So I made sure all the dishes were cleaned, inventory was accounted for, and now I’m making the bread for today.” He turned to you with a sigh, his coming towards your body. “I swear I don’t think I could ever replace you.”

“Well I could have told you that. I’m the best you’ll ever get,” you teased, biting your lip.

“What time is you flight?” He asked, his eyes going back to the dough.

“Around 2.” You answered, your eyes coming to the ground.

“And then you’re off.” He moved the dough to large metal bowl, his hands now  sticky with dough bits all over his hands. “To Paris. For pastries.” He walked over to the sink, scrubbing off the excess pieces from his hands.

“Harry,” you plea. You leave the wall, coming behind him. You wrap your arms around his waist, your cheek coming to his back.  

“I’m allowed to be sad. I mean I’m happy for you but I’m still sad.” He continued to rinse his already clean hands. Harry and you stood there for a moment, just the two of you. You memorizing his skin and him doing the same.

“Is there anything I can do to cheer up up?” You offer with a cheeky grin trying to cut the sadness.

He chuckles, “didn’t you already cheer me up last night?”

“Well you’re still sad so clearly you need a bit more.” 

He turns around coming to face you. He scoffs.“Baby I have things to do,” he pushes past towards some other kitchen station. “And Joel forgot to stock the olive oil bottles for the table. I swear this man.” His back is turned to you once again, completely in his own world.

You twist your lips to side completely ignoring Harry’s comment. You decide to lift your top over your head, completely exposing your chest to the cold air of the kitchen. Your nipples hardening as your breasts became littered with goosebumps. Coming closer to Harry you wrap your arms around him again. “This will only take a minute,” you say your tongue teasing his ear; your hips gently grinding against his butt.

Harry turns around, eyes widening at the site of your bare chest. Upon seeing them, he just wants to bury his head in them while sucking them while doing more. There was always more he wanted and often got frustrated by his own limitations. But he shakes his head. “You’re gonna get cold doing that,” he says his head coming low as he walked over to the opposite end of the kitchen. “Now where the hell is that olive oil.”

“Oh Harry come on. Please baby, I should have you as many times before I go. Don’t ya think?” You play with your hair while jutting our your breasts. You cross your legs in an attempt to ease the ache between your legs. Harry seems to not pay any attention towards you.

“I’ve found it!” He exclaims, going back to the original station.

“Harry,” you plead.

“Baby, I have to fix this disaster of a kitchen,” he explains yet it’s still not good enough for you.

Coming closer to him, you turned yourself over bending over the metal counter, feeling the cold metal on your skin. Your ass sticking out to interest him. “Hmmm,” you hummed, trying to grab his attention. 

“Baby don’t do that,” he said his eyes scanning over you. His hands still full of bottles. 

“Why?” You said, jutting out your lip slightly. 

He put down the bottles coming closer to you. “Because I’m gonna suck those tits of yours and I don’t know how well Joel cleaned the table.” He smiled at you, his arms pulling you off the counter. 

“Good point,” you laugh coming off the counter. Harry stands in front of you, only a few inches between you. You feel almost silly in front of him as his tall frame hovers over you. The sexual tension beginning to leave. You laugh almost to ease the awkwardness and Harry follows in suit. “Okay, well I’ll leave you to it.” You say, slipping away to grab your shirt. 

Harry grabs your hand, catching you from leaving him completely. “Come here.” He pulled you in closer to him, pressing you against his chest. You took a deep breath, breathing in his scent. He smelled of rosemary and stale olive oil and felt warm against you. It was comforting and reminded you of his soft bedsheets and how it felt when you woke up in his arms. “I love you y/n,” he spoke. 

“I love you, too.” You began to feel a warm feeling in your chest as you skin started to crave his. Wanting to feel every rough callus, every soft piece of skin, the way his lips felt on yours. All of it. You tilted your head upwards your lips looking for his. He met yours, allowing each other to melt into each other. Harry’s hands pressed you into him, allowing him to fully engulf you. His mouth opened slightly, allowing your tongue to slip through. He moaned at the arrival. Your hand came to his hair, your fingers lacing them through the dark threads. 

Harry pulled away and smiled. “Okay we can either go to my office or go back to the bed. Though, I don’t know if I can make the block,” he chuckled, his lips attaching themselves to your neck. 

“Hmm, I think one last rendezvous in the office is the perfect goodbye.” 

“Perfect,” he repeated back. Harry in one swift motion, threw you over his shoulder. You out a giggle at the quickness of him. Harry walking towards the office, turn his head letting his teeth sink into the flesh of your thigh. You shrieked at the feeling of his teeth, knowing there would be a mark. He released his bite, settling you on his dark mahogany desk. Harry lowered himself to his knees. His face becoming level with your pussy, his finger itching to hook themselves into your waist band.

“You always go down on me. Shouldn’t I return the favor?” You bat your eyelashes at him.

“Baby, you’ve returned many favors and besides,” he raises himself. Leaning his mouth to your ear, “I much rather cum in that delicious pussy than your mouth.” You couldn’t help but blush. Harry came down back to knees, pulling your shorts down, hanging your legs off his shoulders. Harry attached himself at the sensitive area, starting in large broad movements with his tongue. Just to ease you in. You leaned your weight on your hands which anchored themselves behind you; throwing your head back. Once Harry felt your pussy become soaking wet from his salvia and your juices, his tongue make jagged quick flicks against your clit. The instant hits of sensitivity not only make your stomach suck in harshly but left you letting out shallow stammers.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” you breathed out in quick breaths. You could feel yourself climbing the mountain of pleasure, feeling the peak close by. “Harry I think I’m gonna cum soon!” You yelled, your legs spreading even wider. You expected Harry to pull away wanting to take you close to your edge, yet he didn’t. He stayed in the exact place. Suddenly, you felt the wave hit you. Your body flooding with complete pleasure, your legs caving back in. “Harry I’m cumming,” you moaned out.

Even as your body came down, Harry kept his mouth on you. His mouth lapping, every inch of you. He wanted to remember exactly how you tasted. He finally removed himself from you, his mouth shiny in the dim lighting. “I wanted to taste you. All of you.” He came closer you, only an inch between you. His face stayed on yours, while his fingers went back to your wet clit. You shuddered at the feeling of his finger. It rubbed in small circles. You looked in Harry’s eyes, they looked straight at you, fully concentrating on you. “I want you to turn around, letting me take you however I want.”

His hand turned your body around, pushing you down. You could feel your pussy beginning to ache for him again. You could hear Harry fiddling with his pants. You drew a breath inward, as you felt him push in. Harry gave an audible whimper feeling your warmth. Even though he was in the same place only a few hours prior, he still missed the feeling of you. Harry’s hand stayed on your hips, moving them in rhythm with his. Harry tossed his head back, his eyes closing, losing himself in the moment. One of his hands began to travel towards your core. Maneuvering so they had access to your clit. His fingers moved in a concentrated circle. Your body reacted with another steady climb of pleasure again. He moved his body forward. You could feel his clothed chest against your back. His hips began to move in fast movements. Knowing Harry, this meant he was close. Both of you climbing your own’s highs together. One of Harry’s hands came away from your skin only to be met with it again with a hard smack on your ass. Harry grunted, his movements becoming more aggressive. His hips smashing into yours. “Fuck baby, I’m gonna-” Harry strung out before moaning loudly. His hips slowly down, his heart racing. His forehead had a sheen of sweat layering it as beads of sweat rolled down his back. Harry pulled himself out of you, your body shocked at the lack of him. You turned around, seeing Harry trying to catch his breath. You pulled him into you, cupping his face and kissing him gently. His skin was hot and wet and his lips tasted of you and salt. “Did you?” 

“Don’t worry about it.” You shook your head, eyes softening as Harry’s eyelids started to become heavy. 

“Shit, I’m sorry. Should I finger you or something?” His eyes lit up, always wanting to please you. 

“No, let’s just get back to bed.”

Harry hummed in agreement his body slumping into yours. It seemed his work would be left for Joel in the morning.

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Harry insisted on driving you. Even though he hated traffic and being away from the restaurant, he still insisted he was the one to see you off. He even paid for parking just so he could walk with you. “Do you have everything? Passport? Toothbrush?” He asked, handing you the bag from his shoulder. 

“Yeah and besides I can always pick up a french toothbrush.” You say, smiling at him. 

“Hey I hear those are completely different.” There was nice moment of silence between you. Each of you looking at each other. “I’m gonna miss you a lot.” You saw the water forming in his eyes. Harry hated crying in public. “Fuck, I told myself I was not going to cry.” You felt your own eyes beginning to swell. 

“Hey, this isn’t the end.” You comforted, your finger coming to swipe his tear. Your hand came behind his head, pushing it towards you. You leaned your lips to his forehead. “I love you.” You whispered again. Harry only nodded. 

“I love you, too.” You pulled away. Both of you taking a deep breath, before you grabbed each one of your bags. You gave a weak smile, offering a shy wave and Harry doing the same. “Bye.” You mouthed and him doing the same. 

Harry watched you disappear in the crowd of people, slowly losing your figure till it all became a blur. 

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hii do you have a masterlist? x

I do not but that's because I want this blog to be just my writing and not much else. So all writing is right there that can be accessed by anyone. I hope that answers the question!

[harrysfluff]

Pride

A/n: GIRL i have had a week! I’ve had like twenty billion things due but its Friday so heres some smut. 

Summary: you are so proud of Harry 

TW: sex (male receiving) 

“Harry,” you whispered into his ear. Your body came in front of his, gently pressing your hips against him, giving him only an ounce of pressure to entice him. “I want to show you how proud I am, but you have to follow me.” You grabbed his glass, setting it down on the nearest table. You led him upstairs of the massive warehouse that the party was held in. It was one of those buildings that was hidden in downtown LA, only privy to those who knew yet seemed infamous with the amount of parties held there. Leaning in on the bathroom door, you pulled Harry into the white bathroom. Closing the door, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing sweet kisses along his jaw line. “I can’t tell you how proud I am,” you said in between kisses. 

Harry’s hands instinctually placed themselves on your hips, an attempt to keep you as close as possible to his body. “Tell me how proud you are,” he asked, melting into your touch. “Tell me how proud you are of me,” he repeated.

“You have no idea,” you licked from the center of his right jaw to his earlobe. “When they called your name, I was so proud you.” You began to nibble gently on his ear, giving him just a little bit of pain. “Then when I saw you on stage, I couldn’t stop thinking about getting on my knees for you. Sucking your cock just how you like. Just for you. My winner,” you whispered softly into his ear. 

Harry groaned, his spine curving in causing his hips to push into you. “Fuck,” he whispered, his eyes closed. “Please baby,” he whimpered. As much as Harry loved taking control and bending you over, he was never shy from being dominated and letting you control his body. “Do whatever you want to me.”

“That’s what I like to hear. And don’t worry I’m gonna take care of my special winner,” you smirked. Your hands began to undo his pants, pulling them down to his ankles. Harry’s hands gripped the countertop behind him. You pulled his briefs down, allowing Harry’s cock to bounce free. His pink tip throbbing for you. “Such a pretty cock. I’m a lucky woman getting it all to myself. Wouldn’t you agree?” 

He nodded his head, taking in sharp breath. “I want to hear you say it Harry. Use words.” Your hand wrapped themselves around the base while the other cupped his balls, gently moving your fingers around them. Harry was fucked at this point. 

“You are very lucky to have my cock,” he trembled fully succumbing to you. 

“Thats what I like to hear,” you say prepared to drop to your knees.

“Wait,” Harry paused. “Can you? Erm.” You smiled seeing how shy he was. “Show your tits while you go down on me.”

You put your finger under his chin, tilting his face to meet yours. You pressed a gently kiss to his cheek, moving your lips right to his ear. “Of course, anything for you tonight.” Your hands reached behind your neck untying the string holding you dress up, letting your bare chest be exposed. Harry’s hands reached up to them, cupping them before he lowered his head, sucking gently on your nipple. Your arms cradled his head closer to your chest, throwing your head back. You lightly moaned, allowing yourself to feel him.

He pulled away, a smirk on his face. “Don’t worry, I’ll always make sure share some of the fun with you.” He teased. He leaned forward into you, whispering. You shuddered on his warm breath meeting your skin. “I’ll eat that delicious pussy till I’m nice and full, and then fuck you till I say so.” His voice was deeper, more controlled than before. Harry and you were unique in the sense that one could be in control but it was always a game that went back and forth. Each one of you taking the other to their limits.

You giggled as he pulled away from you, smiling at the thought of what was to come later. “Alright, but as of right now. I’m in control pretty boy.” You pushed him closer against the counter. Your hand wrapped itself around his neck, your fingertips pressing themselves against his skin. “Now, are you gonna be good and let me treat you. We’ve been in this bathroom long enough,” you gritted through your teeth. He nodded. You gave him one last kiss. “Good.” 

You let his neck go, dropping your knees to the cold floor. You positioned your hands where they were previously. Wrapping your lips around his sensitive tip, pushing him further into your mouth.  He groaned at the feeling of the softness of your warm mouth against his cock. You moved him in and out of your mouth letting your hand pump him simultaneously. Harry’s hand turned white, the harder he gripped the countertop. He understood the rules. When you’re in charge, there is a clear rule that he is not to touch even when that’s all he wants to do. If he does, then there are serious consequences for him. 

Your hand was covered with spit and it drooled out of your mouth as it got messier the more you continued. “Fuck me.” Harry shut his eyes, scrunching his face. “Jesus fucking christ,” he continued, feeling himself come undone above you. “Y/n,” he breathed out with a hitch. His stomach would dramatically suck in, indicating you had hit a his pleasure points. With one hand, pumping his wet cock, the other gently messaging his balls, Harry felt his climax close. “Y/n, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” His hand left the counter as his fingers became tangled in your hair. His hips stiffened, thrusting slightly upwards. His warm cum filled your mouth when you released him from your mouth. 

Coming up, you cocked your head. “Baby you know the rules, you aren’t allowed to touch.” You leaned closer, mouth slightly agape. “There are consequences.” 

Harry narrowed his eyes, his thumb coming to swipe the corner of your mouth. “I’m taking my award tonight, and I don’t care about any consequences.” His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you in. “Now, why don’t we leave and I fuck you so hard all night.”

“You sure you can go again? You came pretty hard.” You teased with a sly smile. 

“Oh baby, I am just getting started with you.”  

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just casually cheats on her for 6 months and thinks it’s fine to just stop and “move on” bc they had a nice holiday together😭😭 if it’s one thing men have it’s the audacity

THIS IS SO FUNNY! I literally love this comment! its so fucking true lmao

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Are you sure?

A/n: Whoa another one?! Crazy! But for real, now that I’m on break I’m just clearing my drafts from the year

Summary: Lost luggage = baby 

TW: sex

“I can’t believe it. Ugh it’s just so annoying, you know?” You pause for a moment. “You know what I can’t do anything about it, it’s fine.” Another pause. “Actually no it’s really frustrating,” you continued to vent. Your hands buckling your seatbelt, as you settled yourself in the car. The dense Italian heat felt heavy against your skin as you fiddled with your hair in an attempt to keep it from sticking to your neck. You crossed your arms, chewing the inside of your cheek. “And you know they’re not gonna call. It’s probably gone forever!” You imagine.

Harry slid in after you pulling you close to his side. “Baby, it’s going to be okay. I know this stuff is irritating but it’s not the end of the world,” Harry soothed, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Lots of people have their bags lost by airlines all the time.”

“I know but it had my clothes in it. Like what am I gonna wear?” You complained. Although his touch was usually comforting, it felt like heavy stones adding more weight on your skin. “I just wanted us to have a nice vacation! Ugh I’m sorry, I’m probably ruining this. I’m sorry, i just... am frustrated,” you said, trying to calm down. You began to rub your face in hard movement an attempt to destress.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Things like this can be frustrating but it’s gonna be alright. We can get you new clothes,” Harry reassured. 

“What about all my makeup?” You whined jutting out your bottom lip slightly.

“I like you better without it.”

“Toiletries?”

“We can get that here too,” Harry laughed. “Babe, everything and anything you could possibly need or want we can get. You don’t have to stress.”

You could feel the weight coming off your body. “Thank you,” you say coming closer into his body. “I’m starting to feel a lot better. I think I’m just tired and feel gross from the flight.” You lean your head on his shoulder. “I just need sleep.”

“Don’t worry we’ll be at the hotel soon,” Harry pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Maybe you can sleep now.” He moved your head, his arm reaching over you pulling you into his side.

“Yeah,” you spoke softly. Your eyes gently closing as the car drove away from the airport.

_

“You spent so much on me. I feel bad,” you uttered, while climbing into bed. You grabbed the hand lotion from your night stand, rubbing the jasmine cream into your hands. Harry laid next to you, his fingers tapping away at emails. You had noticed Harry was more stressed lately yet he never gave a clear reason as to why when you asked him. Hence you thought that an Italian vacation would be relax him but he still seemed tense. It must haven been bigger than an album or a movie deal. “I would have paid, but someone already had gotten it before I did,” you sneered. You turned on your side, watching him type away on his laptop.

Harry had his lips twisted to the side as his fingers would type something then quickly press the delete button then type again. “Sorry what? Oh yeah.” Harry pushed the laptop off his lap turning his body to slightly face you. Inhaling sharp, Harry sat up against the headboard. “I mean I just wanted to take care of it. I knew how stressed you were with it.”

“I know but still I don’t want this to be one sided,” you confessed.

“Hey, it was my treat. Don’t worry about it,” Harry assured shaking his head.

You bit the inside of your cheek, as you processed the thought yet it was quickly disbanded by the a new thought. “Hey, actually I need to tell you something. So apparently, my luggage had my birth control in it. So that’s a bit of a bummer,” you explained. “I mean we could grab some condoms or something, but we need to get them soon. But I worry we can’t read Italian very well and what if we buy the wrong size? Oh god that will be awkward.” 

“Y/n, you know-”

“I mean what is ‘super massive’ in Italian,” you teased, laughing to yourself. 

“Very funny, but no. You know, I’ve been thinking,” Harry readjusted himself. Sliding his body down to your level, his arm coming underneath his head while his other hand came up to lightly traced the skin on your arm. “What if we didn’t use anything.” 

You sat up on your elbows, alerted by his comment. “Wait, what do you mean?” 

“I mean, like what if we didn’t use anything. Like anything at all. No more pills or condoms... just us,” he answered. His eyes stayed staring at his fingers tracing circles. 

“But then we’ll have a baby. Wait are you telling me you want a baby?” You asked knitting your brow.

“I think so, yeah.” Harry took a deep breath, “Yeah I want to have a baby with you,” he admitted. “You know I’ve been thinking for a while that maybe it’s time. I don’t know. I just feel like I’ve been growing my career a lot and I’m happy with it but now it’s time to grow something else. I guess literally,” he chuckled. Harry’s hand left your skin and flew to his eyes rubbing them. “I just want a baby and I want it with you. I’m ready to take a break from everything and really be present with here with you. I think lately I’ve also realized that I’ve maybe stalled us and the family we want to build, so I want to prioritize that now. I’ve already talked to Jeff about slowing things down for a while and I know this seems spontaneous or irresponsible but we’ve been together for 6 years. I’m ready to start something bigger and even more I want to do it with you.”

“Well you know, I want children and I do want a child with you and it makes me feel better that you’re taking a break but Harry we aren’t married,” you argue.  “I know we don’t have to be married to raise a child or anything but still I don’t want to screw something up. Sometimes I feel like we lack that security and it scares me.”

“Yeah I get that. Y/n I would marry you right now if that’s what you wanted, I would do anything for you. I just feel this is what I want right now. This is how I want to start our family.” Harry’s eyes finally met yours. It was evident he was nervous, his eyes darting back and forth, analyzing your face. 

You drew a sharp breath inward. Your heart began to race as scenarios ran through your head each while displaying a lifetime flew by in seconds. “I want this too and if you’re slowing down then maybe I wouldn’t have to give up my work. You could stay with the baby. We would almost be a normal family.” You grinned, your teeth drawing you lip into them. 

Harry smiled back at the agreement. “So you will have a baby with me?” 

“Yeah, I would love to.”

_

This has to be the most awkward sex you had ever had with Harry. There was no denying the sexual chemistry between the two of you and yet all of that seemed to disappear in this moment. Harry laid on top of you, his forearms coming down on each side of your head. His hips moving in slow awkward bursts. “Is that alright?” He kept asking which was always met with an ‘yeah’ from you. 

“I just don’t want to hurt you or anything,” he assured, with a pause in his movements. You were honestly a bit disappointed. This was the man who would tie you up, spank your ass till it was red with his handprint, and even poured wax on you to see you writhe under the heat. Therefore, you frankly had no idea who was on top of you. 

“H, can we stop for a moment?” You say, pushing him gently off of you. 

“Oh shit sorry, am I hurting you? I’m so sorry,” he apologized, pulling himself out of you. 

“No no, it’s not that. I just... I’m not glass, you know like you can be more rough with me. Like you usually are,” you hinted hoping he would act normal. Your hand gently pushed the hair out from his forehead, “I like when you’re like that,” you shyly admitted. 

“Oh shit sorry, yeah erm let me try that,” he said clearing his throat. Harry realigned himself with your entrance, pushing his way inside. You let out a moan at the feeling of his fullness.  He brashly moved his hips forward which you grimaced at the feeling. He then tried moving them faster assuming that might be better and yet was again very wrong. It was as though he had forgotten how to have sex entirely.

“Okay, that’s it,” you declare pushing him completely of you. Harry pulled himself away from, curling his legs behind himself. “Honey what is going on? You’re fucking me like you’re like you have never heard what sex is so what’s going on,” you confront.  

“I don’t know. I guess I’m just in my head a lot, like suddenly I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Is it because of the whole trying thing?”

“Yeah, I really don’t know why I’m so freaked, we’ve done this plenty of times and I know I want this so I’m not sure what is going on. Ugh I’m really sorry.” He said collapsing on the white sheets. “I want this to be good.”

“Hey,” you comfort, crawling towards him. “Don’t worry about all that stuff. It’s just me, and here let me help.” You coax, grabbing his arms so he would sit up with with. You positioned him on his knees behind you wrapping one of his arms around your chest and leading his other hand to your core. Grabbing his cock you realigned yourself again with your back firmly pressed against his bare chest. Sliding down on him, you both begin to move in sync with each other’s bodies. “Here just keep moving with me,” you continue to speak softly allowing Harry to adjust. You then move Harry’s hand in slow circles on your clit, letting the feeling wash over you. 

Harry felt his skin melting into yours, the way he could feel himself completely letting go. His lips sucked gently on the neck of your skin as his hand placed more pressure on your clit. “Oh fuck that feels so good,” you cry out. Your eyes close throwing your head back onto his shoulder giving him more access to your neck. Harry slid the tip of his tongue down the curve of your neck sending shivers down your spine. Between the tongue, clit work, and the deep thrusting of his cock, you were being completely unraveled under his touch. “H that’s perfect.”

“Yeah, I might want to switch it up a bit,” he whispers in your ear. His lips pressing a kiss to your ear. 

“Okay how do you want me.”

Harry pushed you off of him, laying you down gently on your back. He came down on top of you, hiking up your legs to allow more movement. “I want you just like this. I want to see cum just like this.” He pushed himself again into you. His hips rolled into you. Your arms wrapped themselves against his neck, pulling him into your chest. His hot skin on yours created a warm comfort over your body. “Just like this,” he whispered again. Your hand slid down your body to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles. The feeling of your hand made Harry jerk his hips back, allowing more access for you. 

“Oh Harry, I’m gonna cum, yeah right there.” Harry’s hips began to move faster, harder as his face began to scrunch up. “Fuck me Harry!” You screamed as you could feel your pussy expand as you reached your climax.

“Oh shit Y/n. I’m gonna cum too,” he let out. His eyes shutting tight. “Oh fuck!” He moaned, his release shaking throughout his body. His hips gave a few more thrusts to ride out the full high. His hips can to a stop, his finger delicating running through the hair around your forehead. “I just want to stay like this forever. I love you y/n,” he said his eyes staring down at yours.

“I love you, too, H.”

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Pressure

A/n: You know how porn has a plot... this doesn’t. It’s pure smut. Girl idk where they are even having sex. I think it’s a bed

TW: sex

Harry pressed his lips into yours, your arms instinctually wrapping themselves around his neck in an attempt to pull him closer to you. His hands held firmly against your waist as to pull you closer to him. He began to open his mouth to allow his tongue to slip through to yours. Your core began to pulsate as the budding pleasure started to erupt within you. Without thinking, you pushed yourself against him, only to be met with a hard bulge that pushed against you harder. The growing pressures between both of your groins against each other sent you way past your inhibitions. 

“Harry...,” his mouth came down your neck, sucking gently. “I’m ready,” you breathed feeling an uncontrollable urge to be satisfied. Harry’s arm slithered around you, encapsulating you.

Harry understood the delicate game he had to play. Both giving in to you yet never fully going all the way as he didn't want to spoil the fun prematurely. It enticed him how far he could push you, watching your body twist and turn just to pull away at the right moment. He happened to be very good at the game. “You need me, eh? What can I do for you?” He smirked. He liked hearing the filthy things you wanted him to do come out your mouth. 

“Ugh, you just want your ego to grow,” you tease earning a laugh from him. 

Harry brought his mouth to your ear, “Maybe, but I think it’s more for my cock.” He grabbed your hand, pressing it on his hard cock. “See, I don’t know if I can get anymore hard but you always know how to push me over the edge,” he said, grabbing your earlobe with his teeth. The feeling of the light nibbling on your ear sent chills up your spine as you could feel soaked your panties were. 

“Well I want to first eat me and do that thing I like,” you command. Harry smiling as he knew that when he pumped his fingers inside of your while working your clit he could make you scream. “Then I want you to grab my hips and fuck me hard. God knows how much I need it right now.” 

“Well fortunately for you, I’m a bit hungry,” he chuckled. His hands hooked themselves into your waistband of your panties, pulling them down and flicking them elsewhere. Your core fully exposed, the coldness of the air, sending a shiver down your spine. Harry genuinely hadn’t tasted anything sweeter nor indulgent than your cunt. He had craved it for a week after he had his first taste. 

He place his index finger right at your opening, applying little pressure as he traced upward towards your clit. Once his finger had reached the sensitive bud, a sudden charge of electricity ran through your veins. Shuddering, your hands gripped the sheet above you. The little attempt of release made your body ache more. Harry always liked seeing your knuckles turn white from their grip anytime he got the chance to look up. 

Harry brought said finger to his lips, tasting the wetness it had collected. He could feel his heart quicken as suddenly he needed more. He could feel his cock tighten almost shocked by how hard he was getting. “You are the most delicious thing I have ever tasted,” he said before burying his head between your thighs. His tongue lapped around your clit, getting you ready for the feeling of his two fingers slipping inside of you. His other hand placed on your stomach, holding you still. His tongue flatten itself, darting in and out against your clit while his two fingers pumped in and out of you. His fingers curled slightly upwards, knowing that combination sent you into overdrive. “Holy fuck!” You moaned out, unable to control your things curling up towards you. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!” You protested, knowing that you could easily cum from this. Harry continued his actions, waiting for the precise moment for when to pull away. 

Your hands began to travel to his hair as you pulled it closer to you. Bucking your hips, you began to ride his face. The rocking of your hips allowed his tongue to cover your whole clit with intense pressure. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you repeated, shutting your eyes tightly wanting that sweet release.

That was Harry’s cue, pulling away, he smiled as he could feel all of you on his face. The utter shock left an empty desperate feeling within you, that sent you into an uncontrollable frustration. “You have no idea how hard it was to pull away from you, but I have to give you what you asked for.” Harry decided, taking off his shirt and his pants following. His cock sprang free, relishing in being free from it confinements. He began to climb on top of you, almost ready to push into you. 

With a devious grin, you swung a leg around his hips pushing to him onto his back and you on top of him in a swift motion. “You’ve been in charge for far too long,” you commanded. Your fingers hooked themselves on the hem of your shirt taking it off.  While you had wanted him to fuck you, you realized it was much more fun to fuck him instead.

 Harry loved this view of you. As much as he liked being in control, he couldn’t deny how good it felt to be dominated. “I thought someone wanted me to do the fucking,” he commented.

“You were taking too long.”

“Be my guest. I won’t mind,” he joked at you. Grabbing his cock, you lined it to your entrance ultimately sliding it inside of you. The fullness of him made you moan out as you slowly began to ride him. Closing your eyes, you started slow, allowing the pleasure to build up gradually. The achiness that had once been there, began to subside and the feeling of greed took over. Your hips began to roll faster and faster as you wanted more. Your hand came down to your clit as your hand began to rub against your clit. 

It was Harry’s favorite view in the whole entire world. As someone who had travelled the world and seen so much, nothing was more perfect or beautiful as you riding him while you touched yourself. “God you are the sexiest thing I have ever seen.” His hand creeping behind you, giving you a smack on you ass. 

You yelped at the sting, pausing for a moment. “You better watch it, I’m in charge now.” 

“Fine I’ll be a good as long as you keep bouncing those gorgeous tits of yours in my face,” he said coming up on his elbows. His hands came up to your chest, lowering himself back to the bed, as they reached for them. His hands fondling them, with your nipples slipping between his fingers. “Fuck, you are so fucking hot,” he moaned out. Harry had felt a change within him from his teasing light moments turning into the animalistic urge inside of him dying for his release. His hips began to jump up to meet yours.

“Harry I’m close, I think I’m gonna cum,” you said, feeling the pleasure climb within you. 

“Thats good baby, I think I’m ready to cum too,” Harry replied. There was a sheer layer of sweat along Harry’s skin as his eyes shut, rolling his lips over his teeth. “Fuck, there it is baby. There it fucking is!” He yelled, bucking his hips harshly against yours. 

“Oh shit! Oh shit! I’m cumming Harry!” You screamed out as your hands rubbed ferociously against your clit as you rode out your high. You came down slowly on Harry with small movement from Harry’s hips as he milked his orgasm for its entirety. 

You collapsed onto Harry, him still inside of you, his cum dripping out of you and pooling down at the base of his cock. You pulled yourself off of him, falling beside him, as you both caught your breaths. You snuggled closer to Harry, breathing in the scent of his skin post sex. “We’re pretty good at this,” Harry finally spoke. 

“Yeah but I think we could do better. Wanna go again in 20?”

“You will be the death of me,” Harry laughed bringing a hand to your cheek, pushing your forehead to his lips for a kiss. 

[harrysfluff]

College!Harry

A/n: slayyyy i wrote something. Happy halloween! I quickly typed this up, it’s not much and is loosely based on my life. 

 College harry would include 

choosing whose apartment to stay at 

“I have an 8 am so we should really stay at mine”

“yeah but your roommate has a cat and I’m allergic” 

“well my bed is more comfortable”

“touche”

waking up to each other’s alarm 

he would offer to drive you to class on days when he can because he knows it would you more time with him 

texting each other live updates about your guys’ day

Y/n: the person in front of me rn is playing tetris and is quite good 

Harry: arent you suppose to be paying attention?

Y/n: yeah but they’re like crazy good

cooking dinner together 

harry would suck at making chicken, that man could not cook chicken I just know it 

“Harry you can’t use that cutting board! It’s touched raw chicken!”

he would also definitely burn shit 

doing work together at night 

“this groupme is so annoying”

“do you still have your labs from last year?”

“can i have your chegg password?”

“I got a 70 on my midterm, do you think i could still get an A?”

going to bed 

Harry definitely enjoys being held by you and after a while youve been conditioned to fall asleep everytime you hold him

you both have to have a full bed in your guys’ apartment just because the trauma of sharing an twin XL freshmen year 

there are a lot of limbs, too many even 

sex stuff 

harry and you have perfected being quiet during sex 

audible moans are just obnoxious when you have roommates 

anytime the bed creaks, you both move to the floor 

harry almost always places a blanket down on the ground for your comfort 

harry always liked missionary as he was able to look at you beneath him, watching you squirm and come undone 

he liked to leave some space between the two you, to allow you room to comfortably rub your clit while he fucked you 

Harry would lean down to give you a sloppy wet kiss as his body began to lose composure

“jesus fucking christ y/n, i’m gonna cum” 

“me too harry, fuck” 

your bodies would soon then collapse into each other as harry gently rocked his hits into you, slowly riding out his high  

[harrysfluff]

Orange Hue*

A/n: Idk man, I wrote this at 3am. I’ll fix it later. Also smut ahead!

You had your arms wrapped around Harry’s neck while he gripped your hips, moving them to grind against him. Both your bare chests laid against each other, providing the only warmth to the otherwise cold room. You made slow hip movements allowing yourself to enjoy the last time you and Harry would make love to one another. Harry’s lips met your breast as he placed sucked gently on the soft skin. You began to let out soft moans as you felt yourself beginning to clench yourself around him. You pulled him closer to your chest, as the high began to build more and more, his scent filling your senses. Your body began to be overwhelmed by the pure pleasure you felt as gently slide in and out of you. Harry then took one hand off your hip, moving his thumb to your clit where he began to move his thumb in a small tight circle. You gasped by this evaluated pleasure that began to spread through your body. “That’s it,” he whispered against you, “Cum for me baby.” 

Your hips and his thumb began to move faster as you felt yourself close to your release. “Baby, I’m so fucking close. Don’t fucking stop,” he said as you felt the sweat forming from his forehead. 

Both of you were gasping, your fingers making their way up to his hair, pulling with all your might. “Fuck, Harry I’m gonna cum all over you,” you warned. 

“Cum all over me,” his voice became raspy, his muscles aching from holding you so tight. Your body all of sudden felt the needed release that had been built up as your toes curled in pure pleasure. Harry was felt his cock release as his body met yours in which you both were overcome with euphoria. You threw your head back, as you gently rocked your hips to ride out both your orgasms which caused Harry to wince ever so slightly from sensitivity. 

Harry stared at you absolute admiration, as you leaned away from him. Your hair was slightly wet as your breaths were heavy. He loved seeing you like this, your body coming down from its high. To him it seemed like a work of art, the way you touched your face to push your hair out the way. The way your hands laid upon his inked chest as you began to steady yourself. The way when you pulled yourself away, you laid down beside him nuzzling your head into his side. He loved this. 

You felt Harry leaked down your legs, pressing them closely together to prevent anymore. Your outer hand came to Harry’s bird, lightly tracing its outline causing goosebumps. “I love you,” he finally spoke, his arm firmly wrapped around you. His back was laid against the headboard with one arm behind his head and the other wrapped around, holding him into his sideIt was the three words that broke through the silence. 

“Harry, let’s not make this any harder than it is. Please, can we just enjoy this moment,” your voice sounded frustrated, not wanting this to turn into another fight. 

Harry felt a small pain in his chest as he felt his world crumbling. A week ago you would have been quick to say it back, but now his words were only met with cold plea. “I’m sorry,” he finally admitted. 

The room remained silent, with an orange hue streaming through the room from the street lights. Clothes littered the floor with the closet that sat across from the bed open. Harry’s eyes stayed staring ahead into the dark room, as he realized that soon it would be half empty. 

“What do you think you’ll do now,” you say breaking the silence.  

“I’m not sure. I think I’m gonna be alone for a while,” he spoke. Though it was quiet, you felt a deep feeling that wanted to pull you down. “What about you?” He prayed in that moment, that you would not find another person but instead the both of you would find your ways back to each other like a cliche movie. 

“I think the same. I just want to be alone,” your eyes stayed on the ceiling, memerizing the moment. “I love you, too, Harry.” You finally said. 

He felt his heart flutter with a smile growing on his face but only to quickly fade as he remembered that soon you would be leaving. He moved his head from behind his head, turning on his side, he promoted himself up with his hand. “Y/n I love you. I know we need space right now,” he paused for a moment to read your face, “but I hope this is not the end for us.” 

“Harry,” your voice pleaded. “I love you, I just want to be alone for a while to figure myself out. We got together so young, and I just lost myself. I became Harry’s girlfriend or the girl who is with Harry Styles, and overtime did not see who I was beyond that. I mean who I am anymore?” You could feel the tears behind your eyes which you quickly blinked away. It was never a question of love or loyalty but you began to feel yourself slip away. Over time, it felt as if you were this one thing that was made to pretty when needed for red carpets or award shows. But no one valued what you had to stay nor cared to ask you, and while you were proud of Harry, there were times were it felt wrong to ignore yourself.

Harry’s face fell as he felt responsible for your leaving. It was his life that made you leave, and it was the part which he could not control. “I’m sorry. I get that, I just,” his voice trailed off. 

You cut him off with a kiss to his lips, “I love you forever, H, and I don’t think this is the end for us. Just let me go for now. Is that alright.” Your forehead knelt against his, eyes closed as the tears streamed down your face as Harry did the same.

“Yeah,” he whispered, “just don’t forget about me,” he laughed only to fade with more tears. 

“I could never.”