a/n: andddd i think iâm back to writing? i wrote this little drabble for the âmy sunflowerâ series that you guys loved so much. enjoyyyy!!!
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It was just any other weekend for you three. Harry had invited you over to spend some quality time with him and Tommy, something you will always absolutely love.
You went over on the Friday after work to see your two favourite people making dinner. As soon as Tommy spots you he sprints into your arms with many giggles escaping his lips.
You give him a warm cuddle, telling him how much you missed him. Even though youâd seen him a few days prior, you still really did miss him. You place him down and make your way over to Harry, who is leant against the counter mixing the pasta they made, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your cheek into his back.
He turns himself around in your warm embrace and cuddles into your neck, pressing a soft kiss then moving to your lips. Harry whispers how happy he is to see you and that heâs so excited about spending the weekend with them. And you're very excited too.
After a few more little kisses you help them serve up dinner, making your way to the table thatâs already been laid. Of course Tommy has put you next to him, and you definitely wonât complain.
The three of you sit at the table, quickly digging into your dinner, and you help Tommy with a few mouthfuls every so often. You and Harry keep a quiet conversation on the side about how your week has been and any plans for this weekend.
âThe weather isnât supposed to be too great tomorrow, so maybe we could stay homeâ Harry suggests, followed up by taking a mouthful of food.
âYeah thatâs fine, Iâd rather stay in anywaysâ.
âMummy, can we play with the toys daddy got me after dinner pleaseâ Tommy speaks out of nowhere.
You and Harry just stare at each other for a few moments, neither of you knowing how to react. You didnât know whether to respond and be okay with Tommy calling you âmummyâ because you weren't too sure how Harry felt about it.
âWhat did you say Tom?â Harry asks with furrowed brows.
âI wanted to show y/n my new toysâ he whispers a little shyly thinking heâs in trouble.
âNo before that, you called y/n mummaâ he speaks softly, not to scare the boy.
âIâm sorryâ he wobbles, seeming to tear up a little.
âNo no, Tommy donât cry bubsâ Harry coos, rushing to his side. âYou're not in trouble, okay?â
âOkay daddyâ he sniffles, cuddling into Harryâs arms.
âTommy, can you wait here a second?â Harry asks, gesturing you to follow him to the other side of the kitchen.
You get up out of your chair, flashing Tommy a silly smile which instantly makes him giggle, then quickly catching up with Harry.
âDid- did he just call me mummy?â You speak almost inaudibly, not too sure how Harry will react once again.
âHe didâ Harry starts. âI know weâve never spoken about this or having Tommy call you that, but if itâs something your not comfortable with or do not want Iâll have a chat with-â
âNo no, I love itâ you smile softly. âI just wasnât sure what you would say, I didnât want you to get angry or think Iâm overstepping in yours and his lifeâ you admit, fiddling with your fingers.
âWhy would I be angry? I want nothing more than for Tommy to have a mum, and I want that to be youâ he smiles, stepping closer to you and tucking your hair behind your ear.
You lift your head up to make eye contact with Harry, pressing your forehead against his as you smile softly at him.
âYou do?â
âOf course I doâ he speaks, tears pooling in his eyes.
âWhy are you crying H?â
âIâm just so happy I met you y/n, I love you so muchâ he coos.
âAnd I love you moreâ you blush, leaning up to kiss his lips.
He keeps a tight grip on your jaw as you kiss so softly and with so much love. In that moment you realised how much Harry has perfectly impacted your life, and you wouldnât have it any other way.
a/n: wow, um hi? i havenât posted in months. seems like absolutely ages since iâve been active on here. how is everybody doing? Iâve definitely missed writing and i want to get back into it for sure. iâm hoping to post some what regularly, even if itâs only 2-3 times a month. itâs better than nothing. i came up with this last night and i actually quite like how it came out considering i havenât posted in around four months. i hope you all like it <33
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WARNINGS: drug use (idk if itâs needs a warning but iâll put one anyways)
âDo you remember the night we first met?â Harry asks, turning his head to face you as you look up at the starry sky.
âYeah, and what a night that wasâ you chuckle.
âThat was probably one of the best nights of my life, and thatâs because I met youâ Harry admits, causing a huge smile to appear on your face.
âI wouldnât say it was the best night of my night considering how high we were but you did make the night pretty bearableâ you tease, knowing that itâll wind him up a little.
âIâm sorry? The day we met should be the best night of your lifeâ he scoffs playfully, followed by a cheeky eye roll.
âOkay fine, it was the best night of my lifeâ you sigh.
âIt should be the best night of your lifeâ he sasses, followed by a sip of his beer.
âI think we should count how many times we said âbest night of your lifeâ in the past five minutes, because itâs at least tenâ you tease.
âThatâs a bit dramatic love, maybe 9 timesâ he chuckles, causing you to roll your eyes at him. âBut it was still an amazing nightâ.
FLASHBACK
You knew youâd regret coming along to this house party. Youâve never been a big drinker like your best friends, and somehow theyâd convinced you to let loose for one night and just have fun.
And thatâs what you did. Sort of.
8 bottles of beer later, 13 shots, and 5 cocktails, you found yourself laid across the bathroom floor after throwing up your stomach in the toilet. Your head spinning from the ongoing booming music. And right now all you needed was to get some air.
You slip off your heels before making your way to the backyard to hopefully sober up a little. You push your way through the sweaty crowd, almost falling down a few times before you make it to the back door. You slide open the door and step outside, closing the door behind yourself as you breathe in the fresh air.
You couldnât even take a few steps before you found yourself on your knees. You hiss at the sting as you brush your hands over your legs, only to notice many bruises and a few small cuts. You quickly get yourself up and walk towards the edge of the decking to hold onto the railing so you donât fall again.
You bend over the railing a little, letting your arms swing around as you breathe in the air which feels absolutely amazing. After a while you hear a quiet conversation behind you, causing you to turn around to see a group of four guys sitting around a table smoking a joint.
âYou okay love?â One of them speaks, making his way over to you and holding you up from the railing.
âYeah, just had too much to drinkâ you chuckle, followed by a small burp.
âOh pardon youâ he laughs, leading you over to the table so you can sit down. âMâHarry by the way, and this is Niall, Louis and Liamâ.
You instantly notice how high they all are, but not the type of guys to act stupid. They seem to keep to themselves and be polite even with how much weed theyâve consumed. And you liked that.
âNice to meet youâ you smile, laying your head in Harryâs lap and closing your eyes.
âSomeoneâs tired,â he smiles, brushing your hair out of your face. âDo you want me to get you some water love?â
âYes pleaseâ.
âYou wait here and Iâll go grab you someâ he says, gently lifting you off his lap and disappearing inside.
âSo how much have you had to drink?â Niall asks, holding you up so you donât slip off the chair.
âWay too much, I barely drink so I donât think my body had a good reaction to all the alcohol Iâve hadâ you chuckle, looking around to see Harry return with a glass of water.
âHere you are, just take little sips okay?â
You nod your head, taking the glass from his hands and sipping on the water. Harry watches over you intently, and you soon notice, turning your head and smiling at him softly.
You soon drink all of your water, placing the glass down and leaning your head against Harryâs shoulder. You watch as they all pass around a joint, taking a puff and then passing it along. Harry looks down at you as he takes a puff, then blows the smoke into your face making you giggle.
âYou want some?â He asks, holding it in front of your mouth.
You nod your head, leaning forwards around softly wrapping your lips around the end of the joint and inhaling slightly. Harry takes it away from you and all the boys watch as you blow out the smoke. They all give each other a look as if to say âsheâs hot as fuckâ.
Harry passes it over to Niall, the whole time keeping his eyes on you. Heâs never seen someone so pretty before, especially being this drunk. He just canât seem to take his eyes off you. And every time you look up at him and catch his stares, he quickly looks away.
âI can see you staring at me, Harryâ you whisper in his ear, followed by a puff of the joint which is almost gone.
âNo Iâm notâ.
âYeah rightâ you chuckle, passing him the joint.
Soon enough you're as high as a kite, barely able to walk with the support of Harry. He offers to take you back to his since you canât find any of your friends. You wanted to say no at first, not wanting to go back and then end up sleeping together. All you needed right now was sleep.
You told Harry why you wanted to say no but he assured you he didnât want to sleep with you, and that heâd never take advantage of you especially in the state that you are. And you eventually agree.
NORMAL TIME
âThat was such an amazing yet crazy nightâ you chuckle, turning to look at Harry.
âYeah it was, but Iâm still so happy I met youâ.
âMe too, not to sound cheesy or anything but my life has been so much better with you in it and i wouldnât have it any other wayâ you admit shyly.
âYou're so cute, yâknow that right?â
âShut upâ you sass. âDo you remember that night I went back to yours?â
âYeah, you were extremely drunk and high and could barely walk so I had to carry you up to bedâ he chuckles.
âI know, it was awfulâ.
âCmon it wasnât that badâ he argues.
FLASHBACK
âY/n cmon, you're too slowâ Harry shouts, turning back to see you stumble up his driveway.
âNo Iâm not, you're too fastâ you moan, tripping on your feet and falling to your knees.
âThatâs it, Iâm carrying you insideâ.
Harry marches his way over to you, bending down and taking your half limp body into his arms. He carries you up the driveway bridal style, unlocking the door and taking you inside.
He plops you down on the couch, before removing your shoes and carrying you up the stairs to his room. You donât take too much notice of Harryâs home, but from what your tired eyes let you see itâs pretty warm and cozy.
You notice a few photos of Harry with family and friends along the wall of the hallway upstairs. You smile softly to yourself as you snuggle into his chest, slightly inhaling his cologne which is definitely your new favourite scent.
Harry gently kicks open his bedroom door before placing you down in the middle of his bed and switching on the bedside lamp. Your eyes shut at the bright light, turning the other way to shield yourself from the light.
âDo you wanna change? I donât think a dress will be very comfortable to sleep inâ he asks, walking towards his closet to see what clothes he can give you.
âYes please, if thatâs okayâ.
âOf course itâs okayâ he smiles, returning with some black joggers and a white t-shirt. âWould you like some help or are you able to do it yourself?â
âCan you help me?â You pout, holding your arms up to him.
He takes a hold of your hands, sitting you up on the edge of the bed before unzipping your dress. He slides it down your body, making sure not to stare because he doesnât want to make you uncomfortable.
âCute undiesâ he jokes, making you giggle.
âThank you, i got them last weekâ you giggle, giving him a little pose which makes him chuckle.
âOh did you, theyâre very pretty. Blue is my favourite colourâ he smiles, helping you put on the joggers.
âOh really? Me too!â You exclaim.
âWhat a coincidence that isâ he laughs.
Once you're changed Harry helps you into bed, tucking you into the warm duvet. He sits next to you for a moment, pushing your hair back out your face as your tired eyes begin to close.
After a few moments he slowly begins to get up thinking you're asleep, but as soon as he does get up your eyes open and you sit up.
âHarry? Where are you going?â
âIâm going to sleep in the guest roomâ.
âBut canât you stay with me? Please?â You beg slightly, a small pout on your lips.
âAre you sure? I donât want to make you uncomfortable at allâ
âYeah Iâm sure, well only if you want toâ you smile.
âOkay, let me just get changed and Iâll be backâ he chuckles, making his way back to his closet.
As you sit and wait for him you have a little glance around his room. You notice how he has a small bookcase in the corner of his room, filled with many books and a few small plants to add a little touch.
You smile to yourself, then noticing the small pile of books by his bed. You pick up the three books and see how he has put little notes along the pages. You never thought Harry would be the type to read and analyse books the way he does.
Just thinking about Harry sitting and reading a book, jotting down his thoughts on each page makes your heart flutter like crazy.
âYou okay there?â He asks, walking back in the room and standing at the foot of the bed.
âSorry, I just wanted to see what books you're readingâ you laugh nervously, hoping you didnât overstep at all.
âThatâs fine, you read any of them?â He asks, laying next to you.
âNo, I might have to give them a readâ you suggest.
âYou should, theyâre all amazing booksâ he starts. âEspecially this one, The Course Of Love, it will always be my favourite. I really recommend you read itâ.
âOkay, Iâll for sure have to read it nowâ you giggle, placing it back down and making yourself comfy in his bed.
Harry lays facing you, running his fingers through your hair as he watches your eyes begin to close again. You smile softly at him, which also makes Harry smile.
You can barely keep your eyes open any longer as you begin to fall asleep. Harry just canât seem to keep his eyes off of you. He believes heâs never seen someone so beautiful in his life, especially when theyâre sleeping. Harry knew in that moment that he would love you forever.
NORMAL TIME
âDid you know that I read all of those books beside your bed over two weeks? And I loved every single one of themâ.
âI told you they were good, and Iâm proud to say I started your reading journeysâ he starts. âYou know, going book shopping with you every few weeks is my favourite thing. Especially because we get the same books and follow along with each otherâ.
âMe too, i love being able to compare my thoughts with yoursâ. You admit. âEspecially during that weekend I stayed at yours last winter, when we read a book in a day togetherâ.
âThat was such a good weekend, we need to do that again!â He chuckles remembering what happened that weekend.
âYeah for sure, although weâre leaving out jumping in a freezing cold pool Hâ you demand, shivering at the thought of it.
âOh that was the best bit, you're just boringâ he teases.
FLASHBACK
âHarry Iâm not so sure about thisâ you shiver, walking out into his snowy backyard.
âOh cmon, itâll be funâ he smirks, stripping out of his clothes.
âYou think jumping in an ice cold pool in the middle of winter is fun H?â You ask, eyes wide at his idea of âfunâ.
âOh c'mon y/n, live a little!â He teases, nearing the pool as he holds his hand out to you.
âLive a little? The things I do for youâ you sass, rolling your eyes as you step towards harry.
You lift your hoodie over your head, throwing it to Harryâs pile of clothes, then removing your sweatpants and socks. You stand next to Harry, the two of you in your underwear, grabbing his hand ready to jump in.
âYou ready?â He smirks, looking at your already shivering body.
âReady as Iâll ever beâ you smile sarcastically.
Harry counts down from three and on one the two of you jump into the icy pool. As you come up from the water you let out a loud scream at the feeling of the cold water on your body. Harry just laughs at you the whole time, swimming close to you and wrapping his arms around you in a playful cuddle.
âItâs so fucking coldâ you shout, your teeth chattering from the cold.
âWhoâs shitty idea was it to jump in the pool?â Harry laughs, helping you to the side of the pool so you can get out and warm up inside.
âOh I wonder, you dickheadâ.
NORMAL TIME
âI still canât believe you made me jump in the pool that weekendâ you chuckle, sitting up on your elbows as you look over at Harry.
âNever again! I didnât think it would be that coldâ.
âIt was the middle of winter and there was snow everywhere, what did you expect?â You sass, making Harry roll his eyes at you.
The two of you lay there for a while, watching the stars and just enjoying each otherâs company. You couldnât remember the last time you spent such a care free evening together, alone and able to talk about everything.
However, Harry was planning to confess his love for you tonight. Harry promised himself heâd tell you about his feelings towards you, he just didnât know how to put it into words.
He was more afraid of how youâd react to what heâd tell you, and even more worried that youâd no longer want to be friends with him. Well maybe youâd want to be more than friends.
Harry couldnât hide it anymore. He was so crazy in line with you it was driving him crazy. Everything you did made him fall more and more in love. From the innocent cuddles on the sofa as you watch your favourite movies, to spending time cooking in the kitchen.
Harry was absolutely praying you felt the same, hoping that you could be more than friends. It was that first night you met that Harry knew heâd fall in love with you. Watching as you peacefully slept in his bed really confirmed it for him.
And after everything the two of you have been through, part of him really believes you feel the same about him, you just have yet to admit it. Or maybe you're too shy to admit it.
After a while Harry tries to speak up again and finally tell you how he feels, heâs just finding it hard to start a conversation and ease into it. He canât exactly just say straight that heâs in love with you, in fear that he might scare you away.
âDo you remember that ring I got you for your birthday?â He asks, turning to look at you as his heart begins to race.
âHow could I forget? I wear it everydayâ you smile. âI love it so much, and I love how shiny and sparkly it isâ you beam, looking down at the delicate ring on your finger.
âIâm glad you like it, and I know how much you love shiny ringsâ he chuckles.
âI do love shiny rings, but Iâd marry you with paper ringsâ you speak quickly, hoping he didnât hear you.
âWhat was that?â Harry asks with furrowed brows.
âOh nothing, it was stupidâ.
âIâd marry you with paper rings tooâ he smiles, making you turn your head to face him.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean Hâ you ask, a little confused.
âWhat Iâm trying to say is, I like youâ he starts, taking a deep breath. âActually Iâm in love with you, and I have been since the night that we first met. I love everything about you and I donât even know how to put it into words. You just mean so much to me and I want you to be mine, well thatâs if you feel the sameâ.
âI like you too Harryâ you blush, moving closer and cuddling into his arms.
Harry wraps his arms tightly around your body, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead with a huge smile on his face. Those five words you just spoke are enough to make Harry the happiest person in the world.
âI love you so much Harry, and Iâm so happy I met youâ you sigh into his chest, inhaling his cologne which is definitely your favourite scent.
âAnd I love you tooâ he beams, holding you close.
âSo you wanna get married with paper rings?â You smirk, looking up at him.
how has everyoneâs year been? i canât believe itâs almost 2023âŠ
iâve had a pretty good year tbh. experienced some amazing things, met some amazing people and now iâm having a good end to the year.
my happiest moment this year was for sure meeting louis tomlinson *screams*
i went to all of the uk pleasing pop ups, the harryâs house pop up and hslot wembley n1!!! can confirm sign of the times in the rain is absolute bliss
iâm also going to hslot wembley n1, n2 and n4 next year which iâm really looking forward to!!!
i hope you all have had an amazing year, and iâm more than likely going to get back into writing in the new year. iâve got so many incomplete blurbs to finish, as well as so many to post, and i canât wait for you guys to eventually read them.
Summary: youâve been away for a week on vacation and you and Stepdad!Harry missed one another - enough that you both admit some feelings.
A/n: this was a request from @a-strange-familiar (who you all need to go check out right now - give them some LOVE) - they asked: Can you do a oneshot on stepdad!Harry. With lots of feelings and intimacy. Maybe started with rough sex but turned to complete different soft sex. 4k words
Warning: stepdad!Harry content- do not read if you donât like this sort of thing! Story contains: smut (Harry is soft and dom here), inappropriate relationship between a stepdad and stepdaughter, & some mutual feeling come out.
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You had been gone all week for an end-of-summer girls trip with your best friends. It was so nice to get away and relax by the beach. But if you were completely honest, you missed Harry. You couldn't help the feelings you were slowly developing. He always fucked you just like you liked and he took good care of you physically. And there were a few times when you felt like he was feeling the same things you were. It was complicated because feelings would be very dangerous. He was your stepdad. That couldn't happen.
And he'd get jealous whenever you talked to any other guys. He made it clear he didn't want you with anyone else. But of course, that wasn't fair since he was married to your mother which meant he wasn't only yours yet he expected you to only be his.
But the week away was finally at an end and when you arrived home it was early afternoon.
"I'm home!" You sung out as you entered the door. Your mom was at work, like she often was, but Harry's SUV was in the driveway so you knew he was home. He didn't respond to you when you called out, but perhaps he was busy.
You unpacked your things and started some laundry and then went to the kitchen to make something to eat for yourself. You were a little upset that you hadn't seen Harry since you'd gotten home. You assumed he'd be around and maybe he'd fuck you to make up for the lost time and tell you he missed you just as much as you missed him. It bummed you out that he wasn't as excited to see you as you were to see him. It hurt your feelings a little.
During your little vacation you turned down a couple of guys who wanted to see you or spend time with you. Normally you'd have taken any of them up on some fun together but you were pretty much gone for Harry. You didn't want anyone else. And that wasn't particularly a good thing.
You sat at the kitchen table and ate your sandwich and scrolled through social media little bit. You found that your mood was soured considerably as the minutes went on and Harry didn't come to see you. You couldn't even finish the food on your plate because it upset you so much.
Going back into the basement you put your wet clothes into the dryer and sulked as you walked back upstairs. You decided to walk past the master bedroom, to see if the door was closed or to just get a peek at Harry. You'd been home for nearly an hour at this point and now you were just getting mad (all while feeling sorry for yourself).
The door was open and he didn't appear to be in their bedroom so you walked in and looked around. You didn't often go into the master bedroom but now you wondered if the house was empty and that's why he never came to greet you. But his car was in the driveway and there weren't many places for him to go on foot nearby.
You walked to the large bay window and looked around. You didn't want to snoop but you had the sudden urge to be nosey. You opened up the top drawer of the bedside table and saw condoms inside and quickly closed it. You shut your eyes and immediately regretted peeking. You hated that your mom and Harry were having sex. But then you thought about the fact that there were condoms in there. He'd never used a condom with you. Not once. Did they always use condoms when they had sex? Who's decision was that? Interesting...
You sat on the bed and looked toward the window. The drapes were opened, letting in the late afternoon sun and you sighed. You really felt like your life was a big mess.
Suddenly you heard someone clear their throat and you turned around to face the door. Harry stood just inside the room, leaned up against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.
"What're you doing in here?" He didn't make a move to push himself from the wall as he spoke.
"I was just... Well, I've been home for almost an hour and I didn't know where anyone was so I came up here to look and no one was here. I just... I just sat down. That's all." You spoke as you stood up and walked toward the door to leave.
As soon as you were within an arms length of Harry he pulled the bedroom door closed and stood right in front of you.
"Mmm... I see. Missed me?" His nonchalant tone had you pissed. He didn't care if you were home or if he saw you. He only looked at you like a hole to fuck. He'd told you that plenty of times.
For some reason you were feeling a bit more emotional today. Maybe it's because you anticipated seeing him as soon as you got home and he didn't care one bit.
"No. Not at all. In fact I was just looking for my mom and I guess she must be working. I'm gonna go see Josh." You tried to push your way passed Harry to leave the room but he stepped in front of you and blocked your path.
"No you aren't." He said, unamused.
"You don't get to tell me who I can and can't see, Harry. It's not like you care anyway." You tilted your head back to look at him in the eyes so he knew you meant business.
Harry's grin was condescending and it sliced through your heart further, "I do get to tell you who you can and can't see. I'm your guardian."
You scoffed and shook your head, "No you're not. I'm an adult. I don't need a guardian or some loser asshole who mooches off of my mom to tell me what I can do in my free time." You wanted to hurt him like he hurt you.
Harry's expression went from cocky and smug to confused and a maybe a little hurt even, "What's wrong with you? Haven't seen you all week and this is how you greet me?"
You shook your head and backed up a little to give yourself a little breathing room, "I've been home for an hour Harry and you didn't once come to say hello to me."
You didn't want to feel so hurt about this but you did and you could feel the the sting of tears in your sinuses. You swallowed your upset down as best as you could and looked to your feet.
"Well, I didn't know you were home. I was in the garden in the back trimming some of the dead plants." Harry spoke without any edge of ego to his voice. He sounded like he was... sad?
You looked back up to him and he wore a deep frown. He looked sad.
"Oh. Okay. I didn't realize. I thought you just didn't care that I was here. Sorry." You felt a bit bad for assuming things and then for what you said to him about being a loser. You didn't believe what you said, you only spoke those words to hurt him. Now you felt like a bitch.
Harry didn't say anything for a minute. He only kept his eyes on you and without your permission, a tear rolled down your cheek. You had been so frustrated and now that you knew Harry wasn't purposely ignoring you, you felt relief, but of course, your body decided it still needed to let out the tears you had pushed down.
You looked down to wipe at your face, hoping Harry hadn't noticed but of course he did. He brought a hand up to your chin and gently tilted your face back up to look at him, "Don't cry, please. It was an honest mistake. I didn't know you were here. I've been looking forward to you coming home all day."
You blinked as a few more tears fell and now you just felt silly for crying, "You were? But, why?"
Harry's thumb rand over your cheek to wipe your tear, "Because I missed you." It was a simple answer. It was the same answer for why you were upset and why you were now crying.
You didn't know how to respond to him. He missed you? You kept your eyes on his and sniffled and then saw him smile gently at you.
"Why are you so upset? Was your vacation not fun?" He furrowed his brow.
You licked your lips and swallowed, "Uh... yeah, it was nice. I just... I don't know." You tried to look down but Harry wasn't allowing it.
"Uh uh... let me see you. It's been a whole week since I've been able to do this. Don't look away from me." He spoke softly. "Now, tell me what's going on in your mind. Why are you so upset?"
Your heart clenched in your chest and you brought a hand up over his t-shirt covered torso. You didn't want to admit to him how badly you missed him. Though, he admitted it to you. You took a deep breath to soothe your nerves before speaking your truth.
"Because... I missed you a lot and I was so excited to come home and see you and then you never greeted me or anything when I got here. It felt really bad. Made it seem like you weren't as excited as me. And I shouldn't feel like that with you anyway. So... it just hurt a little. But now I know you were just outside and didn't realize I'd been home all this time. Sorry."
Harry's smile grew a little more as he kept his eyes on yours, "You missed me? You were excited to see me?"
You nodded in response.
Harry let go of your chin and and then tugged at the hem of your shirt, "I've been dying to see you, baby. Want me to show you how much Daddy's missed you?"
You nodded again, your eyes wide as you swallowed.
Harry took your shirt and lifted it up as you brought your arms overhead so he could slip it off. He dipped down and softly kissed the swell of your breasts over the top your bra and then he looked up at you as he wrapped his arms around your back and plucked the clasp apart. He dragged the material down your arms and then pushed his fingers into your shorts, pulling them down your legs and nudged you toward the bed.
You sat on the bed in just your panties as Harry took his sweaty t-shirt and shorts off. He'd worked up a bit of a sweat in the garden and had fully intended on showering you before fucking you but he felt this moment was urgent. You were feeling things and he was too. He wanted to show you how he missed his girl.
"Uh... should we do this here?" You questioned him. You'd never had sex with Harry in the master bedroom before.
Harry kicked the last of his clothes off and shook his head as he stroked himself and walked toward you on the bed, "We've never christened this room have we? Seems you and I have fucked in every part of this house but here. Want to think about how you looked on this bed every time I walk in here from now on."
Harry climbed over you and you backed up toward the pillows, Harry stalking over you like a predator. When you couldn't go further Harry squeezed at your thighs with his large palms and leaned in to kiss you. It was hectic and all consuming. He nearly devoured you with his mouth. He was hungry for you. He was needy for you.
You gave yourself over to him freely. You didn't want to say no to him today. Maybe not ever again. He was displaying something special to you and the words he spoke to you were comforting and reassuring - he'd missed you and he'd been excited to see you too.
With his mouth still over yours, tongue swiping over your tongue he pulled your panties off and then lowered himself between your legs, keeping his eyes on yours.
"Missed this pretty pussy. My favorite pussy." He swiped a tongue over your folds and you sucked in a sharp breath as he lifted his face, "My favorite girl. You know that, right?"
You shook your head and felt like you'd cry again. His favorite girl?
"Well you are. I shouldn't think that way but it's the truth. I missed you so bad while you were away." He lowered himself again and gently lapped you up. His strong arms were holding you down as his mouth ate at your pussy. He moaned and sucked on you as he continued glancing up into your eyes.
You breathing became harder and your heart was pounding, not only because he was turning you on, but because of the words he spoke to you. The things he admitted to you.
You felt so good and so whole with his words and the way his mouth was bringing you to the edge. You slid your fingers into his hair and Harry groaned into your pussy. He loved when you put your hands into his hair.
"I missed you so bad, Daddy. Wanted to leave early so I could come back to see you." You whined. You wanted him to know your feelings since he was so honest with you. You were going into dangerous territory admitting your feelings to him. But if he was willing, you would be too.
Harry sucked you in and then flicked his tongue over your clit the way he knew you liked. You gasped as you smiled. You were feeling so happy and so relieved.
Just as you started to feel yourself come, Harry sat up and smirked at you. His face wet with you and he tsk'd at you, "Don't come yet, baby. Flip over to your tummy."
You quickly rolled over to your stomach as Harry grasped your thighs and dragged you closer to him, pushing your legs apart. He gave you a few swats to each cheek and you jumped at the sting.
"That's for thinking I was ignoring you. You should know better. But I guess I've never told you the way I feel, have I?" He swatted at you again and it caused you to arch your back and moan.
Harry pushed at you so your knees were down and your ass was in the air now. You still had your face pressed into the comforter as he slid his fingers through your wet slit and then kissed over your bottom, each side.
"I can't wait to get inside this tight and pretty pussy." You felt him line the front of his thighs up with the back of yours and his cock was suddenly being pushed into your entrance. He moaned as he watched himself slowly enter you. The way your lips spread for his cock and made way for his girth.
You could feel him sliding in, inch by inch and you sighed. It was a relief to have him inside of you, reaching deep into your guts. Harry's own breathing was strained and you could hear the occasional quiet moan fall from his mouth.
"Just like that. You take me like no one else does, you know that?" He began impaling you with hard thrusts, smacking into you, his cock reaching ridiculously deep inside.
You could do nothing but grunt at each thud of his balls into your ass and cry from happiness and pleasure. His hands at your hips were holding you still as he pounded away.
You grasped onto the comforter below you to hold yourself steady. His long dick slipping in and out of your wet hole in fast cadence made the bed under you begin to creak.
"Holy fuck... God I missed your pussy." He groaned into the room and then put a hand to the back of your neck, keeping your face pressed down into the mattress. You loved it when he was rough, which was pretty much every time you'd fucked.
"S'pretty and perfect. A week is too long, baby."
Suddenly Harry slowed his movements and lifted his hand off of your neck and smacked your ass again, "Now," he spoke as he pulled out, "get onto your back."
You rolled over again and laid flat onto your back. Harry was quick to drag you down the bed a little bit and he moved up over you, his cock angled down toward your mouth. He held the base of his thick shaft and whacked your cheek with his heavy dick. And then he did it again and chuckled.
"Gonna fuck your face now. Get down deep in your throat and make you gag all over Daddy's cock."
He wasn't playing around. He dipped his cock past your lips and pressed in until he was slid down your throat, causing you to gag around him. He moaned at the feel.
He began ramming himself into you a little harder, you could no longer keep your eyes open because the force of his thrusts was almost too much. Your eyes were watering, snot was beginning to drip from your nose and you were drooling and choking around him.
Harry laughed darkly when he spoke, "That's for calling me a loser and a mooch. You fucking know better. What a cunt thing to say to the man who was waiting all day to have you back in his arms."
His pace was relentless. You deserved to have your throat fucked and sore after what you said to him. You didn't mean it. Harry wasn't a mooch or a loser but you knew what to say to hurt him and this was your punishment for being a bitch.
When Harry had enough of being mean, he dragged himself out of you and then lowered over your body and dipping down to kiss you softly. You could feel his cock against your tummy and you were clenching just thinking of having him inside of you again.
Harry grabbed his cock and sat up so he could push himself back into your pussy. With his head at your opening he smacked your face so you'd open your eyes, "Look at me. Keep your eyes open, baby."
When he began to sink into you his mouth dropped open as did yours. You both panted and kept your eyes on one another as he sunk in to the hilt.
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I didn't mean what I said. I was hurt." You whispered as he stilled himself inside of you. You needed him to know you didn't feel that way.
Harry brought a hand up to your face and rubbed over your cheek with his thumb as he began slowly rocking into you, "I know baby. I know you were hurt."
When Harry rubbed his thumb over your lips you opened up and continued keeping your eyes on his. He pushed his thumb past your lips and groaned when you sucked around him immediately.
His cadence was slow, in and out, smoothing his cock through your walls, hitting your g-spot with his head each time he dragged himself through you. Harry couldn't keep his mouth closed, he was so in awe of the feeling of you around him.
"Fuck, baby. Never think I didn't want to see you." He spoke his words in breathy moans, "Never think I don't care about you." He thrust in deep and backed out slowly with the sound of your arousal soaking him.
You sucked hard at his thumb as you felt yourself begin to quiver under him. His words were causing you to tumble off the edge.
"Not just a hole for me to fuck, are you baby? You mean so much more to me than that." He choked his words out as he felt his own orgasm squeeze at his balls and threaten to burst through his cock.
Every time he dipped into you his pubic bone brushed at your clit, wetting his hairs with your arousal and making your pleasure tingle all over your body. He was gasping and trying to hang on a little longer. He knew you were about to fall apart on his cock with the way you were clenching and shaking.
"Come on Daddy's cock, baby girl. Let me see how good I make you feel." His face was twisted up and his jaw clenched as he felt you begin to pulse over him.
Your eyes could no longer stay on his as they rolled into the back of your head when your orgasm exploded through your body. Harry's thumb was still in your mouth when you began to moan around him and gasp at the way he began pounding into you harder with his own orgasm started to pour from his cock. The faster pace made him go impossibly deep and stung your cervix. He rearranged your insides as he began to pump his come into your cunt.
You both were moaning and panting in your orgasms with the sound of wet bodies sliding together and skin slapping in your mother's bedroom, on her bed.
Harry's orgasm wrecked him as he tried to hold himself up. He had to remove his thumb from your mouth to brace himself at the shock he felt from how intense it was. He groaned loudly as he continued spilling into you, his dick throbbing and twitching.
He'd fucked into you so hard when his orgasm overcame him that you had been pushed all the way up toward the headboard, your neck bent at an ankle. He continued pushing into you, making sure to feel every last drop of his come get milked from his cock. He wanted you to be filled up with his come.
When Harry finally began to breathe normally again he looked down at you and how you'd been pounded upward into the headboard and you both began to laugh. He sat back as he pulled out and then dragged you by your thighs away from the head board as he watched his creamy cum mix with yours.
He kept his eyes on you as he lapped at your come covered cunt and then, like he normally did, leaned over you where you stuck your tongue out for him to spit into your mouth.
He watched you swallow him down and smiled at you, "Good girl. Always know what Daddy wants. You were made for me, baby. I just know it. Have never come so hard in my life."
You sighed and nodded, "Me neither. I think it's cause I just missed you so bad."
Harry dipped in to kiss you again. He couldn't help himself today. Seeing how upset you were, combined with the way he missed you, it was too much.
"Harry?" You asked him as you both sat up.
"Yes, baby." You loved him calling you baby.
"Uh... I noticed there are condoms in the side table on your side. You've never used a condom with me before. Is that just for..." you didn't want to finish the sentence. It made you nauseated to think about Harry and your mom together.
Harry plopped back down on the bed next to you and pulled you into his arms, "You're a little snoop aren't you? I don't use them with you because I want you filled up with my come. That's only for you, baby."
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Summary: The year is 1984 and youâre dead set on getting backstage at a Harry Styles concert.
Pairings: 80sRockstar!Harry Styles x fem!Reader (groupie!reader?)
Word count: 7.2kish
Warnings: Um, almost 4k of pure smut?! Oral (fem!receiving), choking, spanking, doggy style, dirty talk, raw sex, creampie, squirting, hehe. Anything else? Let me know!
A/N: I got this idea just imagining groupie!reader and this happened!! Literally wrote 5k in one sitting and I completed this the next day. I donât usually write smut, but I want to write more of it⊠SOOO let me know what you think? Please! Song inspiration includes unreleased âComplicated Freakâ by yours truly, Harry Styles.
All mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other side nor this one.
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You felt hot.Â
You felt fucking sexy.Â
You had bedazzled one of your bras from straps to cups in silver, you added white fur to the inner section of your boobs, and it was perfect in the end. You had managed to find the perfect pair of silver sequin flare pants, and your favorite white platform boots.Â
You had teased your hair just right, your makeup was dramatic, but not excessive. Your lips were painted cherry red and you felt fantastic. Â
You wanted to stand out against the mob of other girls. You knew you would.Â
You had to stand out tonight.Â
You had spent months perfecting your outfit, your makeup, your hair, and especially your plan for tonight.Â
You were 99.9% sure it wasnât going to work, but that slight 00.1% was enough to have you at least try.Â
You were going to fuck Harry Styles tonight.Â
You knew it sounded crazy. You knew he probably already had hotter girls lining up for him, but you wanted this so badly.Â
You knew he fucked different girls at different cities. Well, you heard rumors about it. Nothing was 100%.Â
Now in Los Angeles, you wanted to be the girl he fucked here.Â
You had to get on two different buses to make it to Los Angeles, California. Hauling your giant suitcase down the city streets, finding your hotel, with different men whistling at you from different angles, and you ignored all of them.Â
Your eyes were set on only one man tonight.Â
You look at yourself in the mirror, do a little twirl, fix your breasts in your bra to pop out a bit more, and apply another swab of lipstick. You pop your lips, wiping the corners, and smile to yourself in satisfaction.Â
You grab your gift for security, hoping itâll work, your concert ticket, and spray yourself with perfume before walking out the hotel room.Â
You make your way down to the elevator, which is filled with people dressed in exotic outfits and colors, you squeeze into the tight elevator, smiling at the people around you, and make your way down to the lobby.Â
You try to not let your mouth fall in shock when the elevator doors open and youâre in view of all the different people talking loudly on the first floor. Just like you, everybody was dressed to impress tonight. You wondered if anybody was trying to do the same as you tonight.Â
You knew there would be.Â
You make your way outside, looking around you arenât too sure where to go, but you see a crowd of people walking in one direction and you can hear the loud music. You decide to follow them. You admire the city lights above you, whispering a low âwowâ in awe, and you feel almost light headed because you canât believe youâre really here.Â
You had never even been to Los Angeles before this. Better now than never.Â
You made it to the place where the concert was being held down in the Sunset Strip, there was already a line being held outside, and you waited patiently for your turn to go inside.Â
You were feeling anxious already, wishing you had a drink in your hand to calm your nerves, but soon enough you were next in line.Â
Youâre soon standing in front of the bodyguard outside of the nightclub, Gazzarriâs. He was tall, muscular, wearing a jean jacket with the sleeves cut off, tattoos littering his arms and chest, a black bandana wrapped around his forehead, ripped jeans, and a pair of combat boots that sealed the deal. You found him attractive. If you werenât here to fuck Harry, maybe youâd fuck him instead.Â
You bat your eyelashes up at him while giving him a pouty smile. âHi,â you beam at him.
The security officer looks you up and down, whistles at you, âTrying to catch someoneâs eye, miss?â You detect a slight British accent in his tone.Â
You smirk as you hand him your ticket, âAnd if I was?â He smirked back at you, admiring your voice that sounded like honey, and winked at you.Â
âYou wonât have any trouble there, doll.â He steps aside to let you into the concert, he brushes his fingertips on the opening between your bra and pants, and you roll your eyes while you walk inside.Â
You step inside admiring the scene in front of you. The room was filled with smoke, part weed and part smoke machine, the room was crowded with people of all ages, and you hum in content.Â
You feel the goosebumps arise on your naked skin as you walk around trying to find the bar to get a drink to settle your nerves. The nightclub was big, with a huge open space for the crowd, the stage was a good size with the band's equipment ready to go, music playing over the speakers to get the crowd buzzing, and there were just so many types of different groups around you.Â
People talking and laughing amongst themselves, couples basically grinding on each other, and you take notice of the different bodyguards at different sections. You peer over someoneâs shoulder to get a better look when you see a black velvet curtains with five bodyguards covering the entrance. You notice a couple girls and guys hanging out around it. You wonder if thatâs where Harry is.Â
You still feel nervous. You decide to continue your search for the bar. You spot it on the other side of the nightclub. You make your way towards the bar, you lean on the bar, making sure to accentuate your breasts, and smile at the bartender whoâs eyes land on your chest before your face.Â
He smirks at you, âWhat can I get you, baby?âÂ
âCan I please have two shots of vodka and two cherry vodka sours?â You smile back at him, you twirl your hair between your red fingertips, and bat your lashes at him.Â
You were flirting hard tonight because you didnât bring any money to this concert. Not because you knew youâd be able to manage to get free drinks, but because you were too nervous thinking about your plan to think about anything else. Plus, this was allowing you to see what works on different guys. Maybe it would work on Harry, too.Â
The bartender bites his lips while looking at you and nods his head. He pours four vodka shots in front of you, shoving two towards you, keeping two for himself, he picks one up with a smile, and you do the same.Â
âCheers,â he says with a wink and down the first shot. You follow his movements and drink the second one right after.Â
You let out a deep breath as the vodka burns your throat and evaporates in your chest making you break out into goosebumps.Â
âNice,â the bartender remarks at you while he makes your two drinks.Â
You start fumbling around your pants to make it seem as if youâre taking out money, when he notices he quickly signals you to stop, your eyes go doe eyed, mouth parting in shock, âAre you sure?âÂ
He nods and winks at you again, âYes, anything for a beautiful girl like you. Enjoy!âÂ
âWow! Thank you!â You exclaim while grabbing your drink which has three cherries on a toothpick, you pick up the cherries, popping one in your mouth, you moan in contentment, closing your eyes slightly, squeezing your elbows closer to your chest, and you relax when you swallow the cherry.Â
You open your eyes to see the bartender admiring you with glossy eyes, âDamn.âÂ
You wink at him, push yourself off the bar with your two drinks, âThank you, babe!â You make sure to move your hips a bit more as you walk away from him.Â
You knew it wasnât entirely right to use your body sexually to get free drinks or to get what you want. But shit. Right now, youâd do it.Â
You sip on one of your drinks as you make your way towards the crowd. You manage to insert yourself into the middle of it. Sipping on your drink, watching everybody around you carefully. Youâd move an inch forward every time someone moved to the side. You were able to flawlessly intertwine yourself between people, giving some guys a smile as you squeezed in front of them, avoiding mean looking girls, and thankfully made it to the front of the stage when a group of girls left for the bar.Â
You hum happily, finishing your first drink, and tossing it to the trash can to the side of the stage.Â
You can feel the alcohol in your veins which make you feel lighter. You can feel the nerves and anxiety still in your body, but now you feel more confident and more sure of what you came here for.Â
Your ears perk up when you hear some girls talking next to you about Harry.Â
You push your hair behind your ear trying to listen as you take a glance at them
âHarry never takes groupies backstage!â The red haired one wearing cut off jeans, a red crop top saying âHot for Harryâ, and dramatic makeup says.Â
âOh, fuck off! Are you sure? He has to have groupies! Heâs fucking Harry Styles.â The pink-haired one was wearing a matching shirt, but hers was hot pink, black ripped shorts, and matching hot pink fishnet leggings.Â
âYou remember, uh, Miranda?â Pink hair nods rapidly, âWell, she tried getting back stage the last time Harry was here and he fucking threw her out!âÂ
âNo!!â âYes!!âÂ
You groan internally at hearing this because you couldnât believe it. You swore if you came all this way for nothing, well not for nothing, you did love his music, but you wanted to have sex with him a little bit more.
âMaybe he has a type. I bet I could fuck him,â the pink-haired reply giggling as she wiggled her eyebrows at her friend.
âI doubt it.âÂ
You continue sipping your cherry drink, nerves spiking once again, and wondering if your plan was really going to work.Â
Seconds later, you notice the band members start coming out from backstage. All dressed sexy in matching black outfits. You couldnât remember their names correctly, but you swore the drummer's name is Sarah because you admired her. She was a fucking woman in an all male band and she delt with the medias sexism extremely well. She looked hot in black leather pants, black tiny bra, and a matching bandana that pushed her teased long hair away from her face.Â
The other members were pretty much dressed the same way, the guys wearing ripped black jeans, either no shirt or a cut off sleeve black t-shirt with their band name, combat boots, and teased frizzy long hair.Â
You wonder if they knew how hot they all looked.Â
You bounce on the heels of your boots in anticipation of waiting for Harry. The crowd around you starts to chant his name, you chant along, and then there he is in front of you. He strolls onto the stage and itâs like the world halts for a moment.Â
Your mouth drops a bit with the straw of your drink on the tip of your tongue, mouth feeling suddenly dry as you watch him slowly stroll down the stage, his arms up high waving at his fans, yelling loudly, and you feel hot in the crowd. The fans around you are yelling, clapping, whistling loudly, and itâs all for Harry.Â
You couldnât take your eyes off him.Â
He stood in the middle of the stage, in front of his microphone, in leather pants. Only leather pants. He had the biggest fucking smile on his face as he let himself take in the crowd in front of him.Â
His leather pants were tight on his skin especially his thighs, his skin glistening underneath the stage lights, abs in perfect view, his tattooed body was toned in all the right places, and he looked fucking fantastic.Â
His hair was long and curly, pushed back by a white bandana which allows a few of his curls to fall down his face, and heâs smiling a dimpled smile with twinkling eyes.Â
âMother fucking Sunset strip!!!â He yells into the microphone, gripping it tightly, and the crowd goes wild for him.Â
Fuck.Â
You want this concert to be over. You feel your body hot all over just by looking at him.Â
You need to get backstage somehow. The band was going crazy while Harry goes to get his white guitar, he has his guitar pick in between his teeth, he adjusts his bandana then his guitar strap, and goes to the mic.Â
âAre we fucking ready to have a good time tonight?!âÂ
The crowd goes wild for him. Thereâs jumping, yelling, screaming, clapping, and you canât help but break out into a smile feeding off of the energy around you. Harry introduces their first song, the crowd starts jumping, and you jump with them.Â
Soon enough there are different girls yelling for the different band members to turn their way. You see so many different tits being flashed around. Harry winking at different girls throughout the show. You can see the indent of his dick underneath those tight leather pants. He grinds onto the microphone the entire night, you can tell heâs trying to relieve the pressure on it, and you wonder if heâs horny because of the girls in the crowd, or guys, or if heâs horny because of everybody worshiping him.Â
You think itâs a bit of both. It makes you feel weak in the knees that he gets off on being worshiped. You swear to yourself youâre gonna be the biggest Harry worshiper in bed tonight.Â
The songs soon start to blur together, your skin is coated in a slight coat of sweat, and you decide to start making your way to the velvet curtains.Â
You shove your way out of the crowd, fanning yourself with your free hand, and finishing your drink with the other. You lick your lips, tasting cherry, and stand in front of one of the bodyguards.Â
He looks meaner than all the others, dressed pretty much the same way, but heâs the first one that notices you.Â
âHi,â you breathe out with a smile as you dab the sweat away from your forehead.Â
He raises an eyebrow at you in question, big muscular arms crossed over his wide chest, and you shuffle in your steps. You feel extremely nervous now as you stand in front of him.Â
You get closer to him, raising up to your toes near his ear, and whisper âCan you escort me to Harryâs room backstage?âÂ
He barks out a laugh and you feel yourself blush in embarrassment. âOh, honey. You are not the first pretty lady to ask me that. No can do,â he tsks his tongue at you with a head shake.Â
âI can give you something,â you blurt out as you reach into the pocket of your pants.Â
âOh yeah?â He asks, flirtatiously, raising his eyebrows in amusement.Â
You smile sweetly and pull out your gift in your closed palm. You slowly move your hand down to his and slip the gift into his palm.Â
The bodyguard peers down at his palm, smirks with satisfaction, and turns to the bodyguard next to him. He looks around behind you and then says, âEscort her to Mr. Stylesâ room, Mike.âÂ
The other bodyguard, Mike, looks at you while nodding. He opens the curtain quickly and pulls you inside. You feel your heart racing inside of your chest the more you walk down the long hallway. The cheering fades away, it starts to feel cooler which sends chills down your spine, and then he stops in front of a door.Â
âHarry Stylesâ the sign reads on the door, you gulp down your nerves, letting out a shaky breath, and Mike opens the door with a key. He holds the door open for you, letting you in, âGood luck.âÂ
You nod at his response, not being able to say anything in return, feeling extremely nervous now even with the alcohol in your system, and you take a look around the dressing room.Â
Holy shit, youâre in.Â
You look around the room to check it out. You walk around slowly. Thereâs two black leather couches facing each other, one black table in the middle littered with shot glasses, empty red cups, and powdery substance.Â
You bite your lip as you notice his different luggages and bags opened with clothes sprawled out of it. The vanity mirrors lights are on with different eyeliners, different colored bandanas, and a couple of guitar picks too.Â
You see that there is a bed on the corner of the room, raising your eyebrow curiously, you walk closer to it, and peer at it. Itâs still made and you wonder why itâs even here if apparently he doesnât do groupies.Â
You wonder if youâd be considered a groupie. Youâve never had sex with any celebrity. Hopefully, tonight changes that.Â
You start playing with your fingernails while you wait, becoming increasingly aware of what youâre doing and wondering if youâre really cut out for this. You let out a shaky breath and turn around quickly when you hear the door to the room open.Â
Your breathing hitches when you make eye contact with Harry Styles.Â
Heâs smiling widely, sweat covering his extremely toned body, his banana is in his hand, the zipper to his leather pants is halfway undone, his chest is moving in deeply with his breathing, and his eyebrows furr when he notices you.Â
You lick your lips, quickly adjusting your stance, and you smile at him. Trying to hide your shaking hands.Â
âHi,â you breath out to him.Â
âHello?â He questions as he continues to walk inside his dressing room. âWhat-what are you, uh, doing in here?â He lets his eyes rack down your body slowly.Â
âUm.. ha,â you giggle out. You rub your hands on your upper arms, âFunny story actually. I-uh.. I bribed a bodyguard to bring me back here.â You smile softly showing your teeth. Trying your best to not look like a complete psycho stalker.Â
âReally?â He asks, his tone is enthusiastic like he canât believe you. He walks past you, your body turns to follow his movement, he chugs a water battle, and raises his eyebrow at you in anticipation. He kicks off his combat boots to different areas of the room, still watching you with amusement.Â
âOh!â Your eyes go wide, âI, uh, slipped him a little something.âÂ
âDid ya?â He teases with a mischievous smile teasing his lips.Â
You bite your bottom lip, âYeah.âÂ
Harry walks slowly around the room and towards the leather couches. He sits down in one of them, letting out a deep exhale, he tilts his head back to relax, and you look around the room not really sure what to do. You decide to sit down on the corner of the couch in front of him.Â
âSo,â Harry starts. âWhy did you bribe the bodyguard with a little something to get back here?âÂ
You sit there pondering on what to say. Debating on what to say that will convince him to sleep with you. You watch him as he watches you, heâs manspreading on the couch, one hand on his thigh, the other resting on the back of the couch, his eyes going up and down your body slowly, and heâs biting his lip.Â
You decide to show that youâre confident in what you want. You reach down to unzip your platform boots, you slip your feet out, and exhale lowly.Â
You got this, you tell yourself.Â
You stand up, move in front of him, your hands are shaking, you swallow the nervous lump in your throat, and unzip your pants from the side. You make eye contact with Harry, heâs still watching your every move, his mouth parting open, you slowly push your pants down to your ankles to slip them off to reveal your cherry red lacy thong. Which barely covers anything at all.Â
You watch Harry as his eyes focus on your most private parts, his hand moving towards his own, and he groans when he adjusts himself on the couch.Â
You still havenât said a word, your skin is erupting in nervous goosebumps, and you reach to your back to unhook your bra.Â
You let the straps fall down your shoulders, peering at him from underneath your eyelashes as you let your bra fall down your chest, and you hold it in your fingertips.Â
Standing there naked in front of Harry, feeling yourself getting turned on just by the way heâs looking at you like he wants to eat you, and his noticeable erection full view.Â
You let your bra fall from your fingertips. Licking your lips you say, âI want you to fuck me.âÂ
âFuck,â Harry groans out, his fingertips reaching out to brush your hips, shivers run down your spine, you lean into his touch, and you canât believe this is real.Â
You wait for his true response, looking down at him, your hair casting over your face slightly, and you feel yourself already panting in anticipation.Â
âYouâre so fucking sexy,â he says as he suddenly wraps a strong arm around your waist, pulling you down to sit on his lap, you land with a hard bounce, moaning when you feel his already hard dick against your covered core, and your hands land on his toned abs.Â
âYeah?â You reply with a smile, pushing your hair away from your face, pushing your breasts higher to him, and wait for him to do something.Â
His eyes are still eating you up, he licks his lips as both of his arms land on your hips, and he moves one to the back of your neck.Â
Your skin feels like itâs on fire right now, you watch his face with your mouth parting open slightly, and you try not to react when he says, âIâm going to fuck you so hard youâre not going to be able to walk out of here.âÂ
Your face breaks out into a big smile at his words, you push your hips down to his dick to tease him some more, and he roughly pulls you into him.Â
His lips land on yours hungrily, you wrap your arms around his neck, shoving your breasts against his chest, and moaning into his mouth at his taste. He tastes like tequila and he smells so fucking good. You werenât sure if it was his natural scent or if it was cologne mixed with it. You had no idea, but you wanted to devour him. You knew you tasted like cherry vodka and you secretly hoped he liked it.Â
Your kiss becomes messier, your lips crashing against his, your hips grinding against his hard dick still under his leather pants, he hisses into your mouth, his tongue fighting with yours for dominance, and you lick the inside of his mouth. You bite down on his bottom lip, sucking it, and moaning loudly when he tugs on your hair. You taste metallic, licking his lips, and you both pull away simultaneously.Â
Youâre both panting loudly, chests moving in sync, his eyes wide, and he laughs loudly.Â
You smile at his reaction, your arms hanging loosely on his shoulders, and slipping your hands into his sweaty curls.Â
âYouâre a fucking dream, Cherry. You taste so fucking fantastic,â he moans out to you, pride filling your stomach, you beam at him as he starts to open mouth kiss your neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over you.
Cherry.Â
His fingertips pinching each one of your nipples, your head falling back in pleasure as the only sound in the room is your panting and the noises Harry is making as he laps his lips around your breasts.Â
You whine loudly, looking down at him, holy fucking shit, and Harry suddenly wraps his arms on your waist pulling you up into the air.Â
âHoly,â you breath out, he doesnât stop kissing your body, he stands holding you up with one strong arm while his other hand is shoving off his leather pants in a rush.Â
You look down at his long legs underneath you, moaning when you see he isnât wearing any underwear. Harryâs dick is throbbing underneath you, bouncing in its full length, and his red tip is leaking already.Â
Harry pushes your body against the wall, your groan in pain and pleasure as your body arches into him, his free hand now touching your breasts. His hands feel giant against your breasts. You can feel yourself almost dripping.Â
Harry shoves everything off the vanity, all the items falling to the floor loudly, and he sucks on your neck while doing so.Â
Harry sets you down onto the vanity desk, your legs spread open for him, and you watch him as he gets down onto his knees in front of you.Â
Harry Styles on his fucking knees in front of you.Â
His beautiful green eyes are on yours, he winks at you with a smirk, before he taps your hips to lift. You lift your hips as he tugs your thong off.Â
âFuck,â he groans out. âYouâre fucking drenched, Cherry. Your pussy is fucking wet for me.âÂ
You smile at his nickname for you and nod yes.Â
âAll for you.âÂ
His fingers move to your slits, he spreads you open, and suddenly his mouth is on your core.Â
You gasp in a sudden breathe when you feel his mouth moving on you. âHoly shit!â Your hands slipping in his curls, once again, and tugging them.Â
Harry raises your legs over his shoulders, leaving them there, as he devours your sweet glistening pussy.Â
You canât look away from him, youâre marking this memory in your brain forever, and your hips grind into his face.Â
Harryâs big hands go underneath your ass, holding you in place as he continues to eat you out, his tongue making you feel blissful. You can hear him groaning against you, sending vibrations in all the right spots, his tongue lapping up all your wetness, flickering your clit which makes you jump in his hold, but it feels so fucking good.
He slips in a finger into your wet pussy, starting to stretch you out, his cold rings against your pussy makes you want to combust already, you whine out, âOh my god!âÂ
Suddenly, youâre in the air. Your legs are hooked on his shoulders, Harry is holding you up with one hand underneath your ass, his other hand fingering you slowly, and you feel like youâre in a fucking dream.Â
He moves you against the wall, the cold wall feels good on your hot skin, and you lean against it to allow him more room.Â
âFuck,â you whine loudly when Harry sucks on your clit, sending shockwaves down your body, and Harry laps your pussy again. He sucks against the skin on your thighs, which you know is leaving bruises, and he moans up at you.Â
âYouâre a fucking sight,â he says as he inserts another finger in you. Your face falls in pleasure, his fingers starting to fuck you faster and harder, his mouth is in your pussy again, lips wrapping around your clit, and your body starts getting tighter.Â
âOhmygodohmygod,â you cry out in pleasure. Harry doesnât falter in his hold as youâre in the air, his fingers donât slow down, his mouth keeps sucking and licking in all the right places, and your abdomen starts tightening.Â
Your hands tugs at his curls, heâs moaning against you, and you grind your hips against his mouth in pleasure.Â
Itâs when his fingers curl inside of your pussy, touching your g-spot, his mouth sucking your clit, that you absolutely lose it. Youâre a whining mess above him, clenching down on him, feeling like youâre going to cry from pleasure, and your orgasm takes complete control of you.Â
Your body shakes in his hold from your orgasm, your wetness soaking him as he laps you up, you can hear him slurping up your post-orgasm.Â
Harry wiggles his fingers that are still inside of you, you let out a shriek as he pulls them out and Harry lifts you with both hands on your waist. His face looks freshly pussy fucked, he has red lipstick smearing against his cheeks and mouth, and he sets you down around his waist, your legs wrapping around his waist.Â
You can feel his big dick still hard and bouncing under you.Â
âYouâre a fucking squirter. I fucking love it,â he hums and pulls you against his lips. You moan as you taste yourself on his lips and tongue.Â
âYouâre so hot,â you whisper into his mouth and he smirks against you.Â
âIâm not done with you yet,â he bites your bottom lip and moves towards the couch.Â
He sits down, holding you above his dick, he pumps his dick in his hand, his eyes never leaving you, and you put your hands on his shoulder to balance yourself.Â
You bite your lips, reaching down with one hand, wrapping it around his thick dick, and you align yourself with it.Â
You tilt your chin up, not breaking eye contact with him, his eyes glazing over when your pussy finally makes contact with his dick.Â
âFuck,â he moans out as his dick spreads your pussy open, his rough fingers digging into your lush hips, you let out a loud moan, your eyes rolling backwards at the feeling of him spreading you open, âYouâre so fucking tight. The-fuck-the tightest pussy Iâve ever had.âÂ
His mouth latches onto your nipple, sucking and licking, making your body arch into him, your hips moving up and down slowly trying to find a good rhythm. The sensation of his big dick inside of you, making you feel extremely hot all over, your nails digging into his skin, his hips starting to meet your movements. His tongue swirling on each of your nipples, slowly, leaving a trail of spit as he moves between the two.Â
You whine and moan on top of his from all the sensations youâre feeling. You donât think youâve ever felt this way with somebody else. Not this fucking good.Â
âYouâre fucking pussy is going to be the end of me,â Harry whispers into your chest, leaving bruises with his mouths all over you. You moan out, âHarry,â which makes him move one of his hands to your neck, he squeezes the sides, palm down, your mouth pants open, his thrusts getting faster underneath you.Â
He lifts his hips up, holding your hips tightly against him to hold you steady, both of your skins are glistening with sweat, the room smelled like sweet sex, and all you feel is pleasure.Â
âYouâre so fucking big,â You choke out in a pant, squeezing your walls against him. He holds you still as his hips meet yours, roughly and fast. He pulls your body into his, your breasts on his chest, his mouth moving towards your ear, âYouâre being such a good fucking girl, arenât you?â You nod into his head as you start kissing and licking his neck. âTaking me so fucking good, yeah? Your pussy was meant to be mine, Cherry.âÂ
His lips wrap around your earlobe, sucking it roughly, âYouâre so deep,â you say with a cry, tears pricking the corner of your eyes.Â
He keeps his thrusts the same, slowing down a bit as he pushes your body apart from his, you lean back as you both look down, your glistening pussy taking in his dick, your walls taking him in so good, and you bite your bottom lip at the view.Â
Harry chuckles, âFucking amazing, huh?â You met his eyes, nodding, your legs feeling sore already, but you canât stop meeting his thrusts.Â
âTired, baby?âÂ
You shake your head no, gripping his shoulders, letting your head hang back, your hips increasing speed, his fingers pinching and playing with your nipples, and then they inch down to your pussy.Â
You place open mouth kisses all over his chest, licking his pecks, and biting down wherever you could.Â
You gasp loudly when you feel his thumb on your clit, he starts to rub it slowly, you make eye contact, his mouth is parted open, his eyes never leaving your face, âThat feel good?âÂ
âMmmm,â you moan out, feeling numb as his thumb increases speed on your clit. You know youâre all swollen and sensitive. Heâs loving the view in front of him.Â
You start feeling the familiar sensation in the pit of your stomach, âIâm closeâ you breath out.Â
âFuck yeah,â he moans, his thumb increasing his speed as your whining gets higher and louder, your legs start shaking around him, as you let out the loudest moan of the night as your orgasm takes over you.Â
âFuck yes,â Harry yells as his hips move faster in you to ride your orgasm, his hips snapping against your wet pussy, âGod, this pussy is fucking heaven. Have you fucked any other rockstar like this?âÂ
You shake your head no, panting and feeling so fucking light, âNever.â
âNot even Tommy Lee? Iâve heard he has a big fucking dick.â He chuckles at his own comment, his hips slowing down as you come down from your orgasm, you go limp in his arms, he still holds you steady, and you smile at him.Â
âIâve only ever wanted to fuck you,â you say with a blissed out smile.Â
âFuckinâ hell. Really?â He says with a tone that he doesnât believe you, you look at his face, and heâs smiling at you, dimples and all. His hips still moving slowly underneath you, you hiss at your sensitive walls. âMhhmmm,â you hum out as you kiss his lips slowly.Â
âOnly you,â you whisper into his mouth, licking his lips, and he smiles another toothy smile.Â
âIâm not done with you yet.âÂ
âOh?â You question, your fingers moving to his curls, and he winks at you. He stands up, easily as if you donât weight a thing, his dick slipped out of your pussy, you whine at the emptiness. âHold on, princess.âÂ
He sets you down onto the made bed, âAss up,â and your body does what he says. He adjusts your body to his liking, your upper half laying down on the bed, your knees on the edge of the bed, with you ass up high, and he sets down a loud smack on your ass.Â
You let out a yelp at the burn, but moan at the sting. You reach out for a pillow to hold under you,Â
âYouâre still so fucking wet for me. Jesus, fucking- oh- youâre still dripping,â he says behind you, his fingers touching your wetness, you can hear him suck on his fingers with a moan, you whimper into the mattress, wiggly your ass in the air for him, âIâm coming, Cherry. Patience, baby.âÂ
You feel his dick slide inbetween your wet thighs, you spread yourself wider for him, and you can feel him guiding himself into your pussy and into your dripping folds.Â
You moan as he teases you with the tip of his dick, his mouth kissing the arch of your back, licking down to your ass cheeks, and your pussy starts throbbing in want.Â
âPlease,â you whine out at him, begging.Â
âSuch a good girl,â he groans out, the tip of his dick at your entrance, you close your eyes, hands gripping onto the bed sheets in want, his dick bottoms out inside of you in one motion, your walls squeezing around him.Â
âOh!â You moan out, tilting your head back, panting as he starts thrusting inside of you.Â
His thick dick buried deep inside of you, filling you up so fucking good, âFuck, I meant it when I said you have the thighest fucking pussy Iâve ever fucked.âÂ
You beam with pride, moving your hips back to meet his thrusts, his hands moving to your shoulders to keep you steady as the fucks you senseless.Â
He slides out his dick, the tip moving out of your pussy, he moves it to flick your clit, gasping in pleasure, he thrusts back into you, your body jerking against his with every slam of his perfect dick.Â
His hand moves into your hair, gripping the roots and he pulls it into his palm, your neck tilts back, pleasure runs through you, goosebumps erupting all over your skin, âFuck! Harryâohâfuck!!â You whine, tears falling down your cheeks in pleasure, âYou fuck me so fucking good!â you cry out.Â
He growls behind you as he watching his dick move in and out of you, glistening for all your juices, âDonât stop!â You tell him as you grip onto the sheets, his hand still tugging at your hair, he slips his other hand onto your neck, squeezing the sides of it which causes you to moan and cry again.Â
You both are panting loudly, moans and cries, he continues to pound into your slick pussy, his dick meeting your spongy area, filling you with bliss again, you curse underneath him.Â
You felt so sensitive with each hard thrust, but you could feel yourself coming close again. You start feeling overwhelmed by the sensation, but you canât stop. Youâre in fucking heaven right now.Â
He pulls out of you suddenly, letting you go, he flips you on your back, he pulls your legs over the edge of the bed, wrapping them around his waist, he looks fucked out as he slams back into you, not even letting you adjust.Â
You cry out at him, his hips slamming into you hard, your legs are shaking around his waist, one of his hands wraps around your throat again, he squeezes, you wrap one hand on his wrist, and the other clutches onto the bed sheets.Â
âFucking best pussy,â he whispers at himself, his hand moving to your clit again, you cry out when his fingers slap your clit gently, shocks erupting inside of you.Â
âHarryâIâI donât think I can,â you cry out, tears still falling down your cheeks.Â
âFuck no, baby. Yes you fucking can,â he says, his fingers moving against your clit, his dick hitting your g-spot so deeply, your breasts bouncing up and down from his thrusts, and you feel like you might pass out from pleasure.Â
Heâs fucking you hard and senseless, making sure youâre going to come again for the third time, heâs hitting all your spots, spots you had never even felt before, your hips grinding at his thrusts, âHarry!âÂ
âHold on a little bit more, baby. Iâm almost there,â he croacks out, his forehead is sweating, you adjust your head so you can look at him, he looks drunk on you, his hand still squeezing your throat, you squeeze his forearm so he can look at you, his eyes snap to yours.Â
When he sees youâre already staring, he smiles drunkily, winks at you, and continues to slam into your pussy deeply. His fingers donât stop on your clit, they increase their speed, you pant as you see him groan out a moan, his eyes clenching shut, âMy fuckinâ pussy.â
You nod when he opens his eyes, âYou ready?â He asks, your orgasm at the brink of taking over, but trying your best to hold off until he let you come.Â
âMmmhmmm,â you whine out, your legs still shaking around him.Â
âFuck yes, come on baby. Let go. Let go for me, baby. Show me how I make you fucking feel,â he whispers, his speed increasing a bit, as soon as those words slip out of his mouth, your body reacts in releasing your orgasm.
âFuck!!â You cry out as your orgasm makes your entire body start to shake. Your hardest fucking orgasm rocks your body. You swear youâre seeing black spots in your vision.Â
âFuckingâ-shit!!â He yells out above you, your legs thighten around him, he grips onto your thigh hard, as he releases inside of your fucked out pussy.Â
You feel his hot cum coat your walls, his abs flexing above you, heâs smiling, dimples creasing, his dick still in your tight pussy, you squeeze slowly, and he hisses in pleasure.Â
Your ears are still ringing as you continue to come down from your third orgasm.Â
He slowly pulls out, you both hiss at the empty feeling, he smiles a lazy smile at you before he goes into the restroom. He comes back with a soaked rag in one hand, your legs feel so sore, and you let yourself breathe in deeply to relax.Â
He gently cleans you up before cleaning himself. You adjust yourself to the top of the bed, pull the soft blanket that was folded on top of one of the pillows, and cover yourself. You want to reveal this feeling just a bit more.Â
While Harry is in the bathroom, you look at your body quickly. You admire all the bruises he left you with his mouth and his hands. You know youâre going to have this memory forever.Â
You giggle after a few seconds because you canât believe this really happened.Â
âHoly fuck! That was fucking-holy-wow,â Harry pants out as he flops down next to you, crossing his arms over his head, and stares at you in amazement.Â
He has a big toothy smile, messy eyeliner, your red lipstick all over his body, and all you want to do is lick his abs.
You giggle at him while you tug off the blanket on your naked body. You sit down on the side of the bed, stretching your arms above your head, and about to get off the bed.Â
Youâre suddenly pulled back by your waist into Harryâs chest. You let out a loud laugh as he adjusts you into his hips, his grip tightening on your waist, âWhere do you think youâre going?âÂ
His eyes twinkle with mischief. You blush under his stare, covering your face with your hands, and bite the corner of your nail bed on your index finger.Â
âHome?â You reply, but it sounds like more of a question.Â
âNah, baby. Youâre coming with me to Vegas. I canât let go of the girl that just inspired my next hit single.â
Your eyes go wide, mouth drops in shock, and you slap your hands on his chest.Â
Harry lets out a barking laugh, head tilting to his headboard, and you search his face for a lie.Â
âAre you serious?â You whisper. You canât believe what he just told you.Â
âHell yes, baby. Iâm fucking serious,â he exclaims while he pulls you down to him by grasping your neck.Â
Your teeth buckle together with his, his mouth is rough on yours, but you love it. Your lips move against his in rhythm, his lips plump because of all the kissing and biting, you lick the inside of his mouth. He groans, hips bucking up again, and you giggle.Â
You pull away, biting his lip, he moans into your mouth, his eyes going backwards, and you whisper, âOkay.âÂ
You guess youâre going to Las Vegas now.Â
*****
ROCKSTAR HARRY STYLES RELEASES NEW SINGLE âCOMPLICATED FREAKâ
Rumors fill the LA streets of this filthy-dirty-sex song about how itâs inspired by the new mystery lady that Styles hang off of.Â
Nobody knows who or where this mystery girl came from. Was she a friend before lover? An upcoming celebrity? A fan? A groupie? Who knows!Â
But all we know is that we wish we were her right now!!
Listen to the lyrics below to see what we're talking about!!
SUMMARY: College Harry being obsessed with his quiet, study heavy girlfriend as she was supposed to be finishing an assignment, but he wouldnât let her.
WORD COUNT: 3.9k
WARNINGS: Sexual content (this literally wasnât supposed to have any, but I couldnât help myself)
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It was around nine thirty at night and the simple couple was cooped up in the corner table at their favorite ice cream shop. Y/N knew she had to get home soon because she had a very important assignment to finish, and it stuck in the back of her mind like a âkick meâ sticker. She couldnât stop thinking about how she was going to balance her time so that she could give each part of her assignment equal attention and finish it by eleven and be asleep by midnight.
âBaby, did you hear me?â questioned her boyfriend, Harry, with a soft squeeze to her thigh. Her vision was floaty as she blinked her eyes and turned her head in his direction. A slight smirk sat on Harryâs lips as he reached to hold her chin between his fingers, bringing her close and connecting their lips. âWhatâs on your mind, lovie?â
âHomework,â She responded as if it were an unnecessary thought, despite the fact that it was all she could think about. âIâm sorry, I shouldnât be thinking about it while weâre out, butââ
âStop,â Harry swiped her bottom lip with his thumb.
âOkay,â She sighed in defeat, knowing how those conversations end up if they continued. âWhat were you saying before?â
Harry moved his fingers away from her chin to hold his ice cream cup. His spoon scooped up more cookies and cream and brought it up to Y/Nâs mouth. She gladly accepted his flavor and hummed at the sweet taste.
âI was asking if you were going to make it to my game on Thursday. I know you said you were going to hang out at Amberâs dorm all day, but I didnât know if you could squeeze in some time to come.â The green tint in Harryâs eyes bored into his girlfriendâs as he awaited a response. He knew it was a fifty fifty toss up, and he told himself to be okay with either answer.Â
Y/N looked down at her bowl of strawberry ice cream to avoid his stare. âIâll try. Amber and I wanted to finish our project that day and it might take forever,â She explained just over a whisper. Harry tilted his head to the side and smiled at his favorite person in the world. She was so simple but amazing in her own ways. He loved every moment he could spend with her. And Y/N hated that she couldnât figure out why.
From the day he asked her to officially be his girlfriend, sheâd give him odd stares, trying to use all the knowledge her professors were impressed the girl could inherit, to figure out what he saw in her. But she knew while she worked on an answer, sheâd cherish the love he was desperate to give her.
Y/N gets hired as Harryâs assistant and as much as they donât want to be some romance novel trope, itâs kind of hard to not fall for each other when they just get along so well.
WARNINGS: None at the moment except smut! May contain some sexual harassment and physical violence down the line!
Part 1 - Welcome to Capitol Records
Part 2 - Whisky A Go Go
Part 3** - Jealousy, jealousy
Part 4** - Good Vibrations
**This story and the characterizations of those pictured as the story's main characters are fictional work and in no way depict the actual behaviors/ideas/personalities of these people in real life.**
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