ivy

baby if you loved me you would call me your bunny

[ivykiss]

MASTERLIST ⁀➷

HARRY STYLES

watcher. (stalker!harry x reader)

bratty beach day (dom!harry x sub!reader)

what are bestfriends for? (bestfriend!harry x innocent!reader)

the project (nerd!harry x pervert!reader)

[overgrownwoods-deactivated20260]

[ivykiss]

the project

࿐ nerd!harry x pervert!reader

cw: 18+ SMUT, oral (male receiving)

note: this fic is longer then my usual, hope you enjoy!

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it worked. you asked him stupid questions in class, pretended not to know the answer when the teacher called on you, and got bad grades on purpose. for a month. all for this moment. you were failing chemistry and desperately needed help with your final project so you begged harry to come over to your house and help you. and it worked. right now you are getting ready, applying strokes of your strawberry victoria secret lip gloss awaiting harry’s arrival. you were slipping on your abercrombie shorts —that were way too short—when a knock echoed through the house you took a deep breath after running to the door. you plastered on your most innocent expression and opened the door.

“hi harry! im so glad you’re here!” you smiled. “hey y/n,” his eyes slowly trailing down towards your cleavage. “ready to um.. tackle this project?” he said nervously. “totally!” you tried not to squeal as you stepped aside inviting him inside. “im so glad you’re here harry, i was starting to panic.” you say referring to your grades, guiding him into your room, the air subtly scented with the sweet fragrance of your perfume. you sat at your desk as harry hovered over you. “honestly harry, i don’t know what i would do without you.” you leaned closer toward him, looking up at him. “so, where do we start?” harry cleared his throat.

as he explained the concept, you pretended to listen intently, but your mind was racing. his voice was so close, a low murmur that vibrated through you. you could feel the warmth radiating from his body, and the subtle a scent of his cologne filled your senses. it was intoxicating. “so you see,” he continued. “the ratio of reactants to products must be equal in both sides of the equation.” “right.” you nodded. “equal, got it.” in reality you were too focused on the way his hair fell across his forehead, the way his lips moved as he spoke, and the way his hand rested just inches from yours on the desk. “are you sure you’re following?” harry questioned. “because this is really important.” he stepped back from the spot he was hovering above you. “no- no i promise im listening,” you grabbed his wrist. “maybe.. maybe we should just take a break. i’ll get you a drink, sit on my bed!” you hurried to the kitchen and stalled long enough for harry to sit on your bed and find your diary. he knew it was wrong for him to read it but something took over him.

april 4th, diary entry #104 ♡

harry is coming over next week to help me study for chem. i can’t help myself but think about him at night when i slide my hand between my legs. his smart and knowing demeanor and his thick biceps going around my neck. i imagine my hand is his as i pump two fingers inside my-

harry’s mind is interrupted at the sound of you coming back upstairs from the kitchen. he quickly places the diary away from him and acts busy, adjusting his pants that have grown tighter. “here you go!” you say as you hand him the water. he murmurs a thank you as you notice his face is now flushed and there’s a tent in his pants. you sit right next to him on the bed and you can hear his breathing getting heavier. “you okay harry?” you ask with an innocent expression. your eyes travel down to his now extremely noticeable boner. he covers himself up embarrassed. “oh my god im so sorry y/n”. he stood up ready to gather his things but you grabbed his arm stopping him. “don’t apologize harry, let me help you.” you say slowly lowering down to your knees infront of him. “oh no. i couldn’t possibly ask you to do that.” harry pleas trying to pull you back up. “don’t worry about it. you helped me, im just.. repaying the favor!” you say with a smile licking your lips, pulling his pants down. “you really don’t.. have to.. do that-“ harry unable to form a full sentence before your lips are wrapped around his thick tip.

you feel harry relax as you take more of him into your mouth. you grab his hand and put it in your hair, urging him to pull your hair. your hands rest on his thighs as you take more of him in, gagging on his hard, throbbing cock. you start to bob your head, sucking him eagerly. the vibration of your moans send shocks of pleasure through his cock. "oh my god..." he starts to move his hips, softly shoving more of himself down your throat. you feel his orgasm build up and send him a nod allowing him to come in your mouth. you look in his eyes through his entire release. this is exactly what you wanted. you’ve waited for this moment for a month. and you finally got it.

“so, should we continue studying?” you say with a smile, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

[ivykiss]

what are bestfriends for?

࿐ bestfriend!harry x innocent!reader

cw: 18+ (SMUT), fingering

note: this is my first smut so bear with me ..

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you and harry were sitting on your bed watching your weekly movie. you and harry have been bestfriends since you were 3 and have been inseparable since you met. your friends always assumed you had feelings for each other, but you and harry always denied it even though he always felt something lingering.

for the past few weeks you have been feeling weird. when harry is around you, when you think about him, and even when someone mentions his name. the feeling burns in your chest and goes through your body, yet you don’t know what it is. in between your legs gets sticky and aches and you don’t know what to do. the only person you trust enough to tell is harry himself.

harry starts to notice your focus is not on the movie, glancing at you every now and then. “what’s going on in your pretty little head?” he asks, that feeling coming back again. your eyes start to get glossy in frustration. “hey- hey i didn’t mean to upset you,” harry’s body now facing yours entirely grabbing your hands. “what’s wrong y/n?” you hesitate before deciding to tell him, not wanting to feel this way anymore. “sometimes.. when i think about you.. it hurts.” harry’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “what hurts?” the atmosphere in the room completely shifts, the silence louder then ever. “i don’t know- in between my legs- it aches.” not being able to get a full thought out but also not being able to explain at all because you don’t know either.

harry begins to understand, his expression now more relaxed. he chuckles lightly “oh sweet girl, you want me to make it better?” you nod violently, sniffling as he wipes your tears with his thumbs. “c’mere” he says patting his lap, motioning for you to sit between his legs. with your back against his chest he spreads your legs with his large hands. “do you mind if i take a look?” he says tugging at your shorts. you nod shyly, never letting anyone see that part of you before. “it’s gonna be okay y/n, im gonna make you feel so much better.” he pulls your shorts and underwear down peering over your shoulder, looking between your legs. his fingers spreading your wetness through your folds. you flinch at the feeling. “i need you to relax baby” he coos, but its harder then it sounds. “im gonna put a finger inside now, okay?” you nod and hold your breath unknowingly. he slips one finger in as you let out a moan. he pumps his finger in and out slowly, sliding another besides it. the feeling burning, being too much of a stretch for you. your hand grips onto harry’s bicep, digging your nails in his skin as you whine. he pumps both fingers, slowly picking up his pace. you wiggle and moan, the new feeling being too much for you. “baby i need you to stay still.” he kisses your head, his voice soft. apart of him has been waiting for this for a long time, and he knows it. he enjoys every second of this, he loves getting to help you and he loves knowing he’s the only one to make you feel like this.

you moan louder and harry knows how close you are. “my stomach harry..” you whine. “just let it go y/n.” you let go immediately, nails digging into his bicep as your orgasm crashed over you, trembling in his arms. “it’s okay, it’s okay” harry cooed. “what was that harry?” he chuckles at your innocence. “it’s called an orgasm baby, you feel better?” you nod. “thank you harry. i knew you could help me.” “i’ll help you anytime y/n, what are bestfriends for?”

[ivykiss]

bratty beach day

࿐ dom!harry x babydoll!reader

cw: 18+, spanking, brat reader

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — the salty air and the rhythmic hum of the tires against the road were usually enough to lull you into a peaceful sleep after a long day at the beach, but today every pebble seemed to keep you wide awake and restless. harry glanced over, his eyes meeting yours briefly before returning to the road. he’d already asked you three times what was wrong, and each time you’d offered nothing but a shrug with your crossed arms and a pout. “i know you didn’t wanna go home babydoll but it’s gettin’ late.” his voice soft but warning. you whined, turning your back to him in the passenger seat. harry sighed, a sound just audible enough to let you know his patience was wearing thin. “just try to relax, yeah? we both had a long day.” but relaxing was the last thing on your mind.

with each mile your behavior seemed to worsen. you sighed louder, whined more, and tossed and turned in your seat. finally harry spoke again, his voice dangerously low. “alright, that’s it.” he pulled into a field in the middle of nowhere. “back.” he said undoing his seatbelt, your eyebrows furrowing confused. “get in the back.” his eyes darkened and his voice hardened.

you undid your seatbelt and climbed in the back with a lump in your throat. you knew you had pushed him too far, and now you were going to suffer the consequences. he sat besides you in the back and examined your face as you stared at him like a deer in headlights. he bent you over his lap and you knew what was next. you laid across his lap and let out a sniffle. “don’t cry now babydoll, i haven’t even started.” he pulled your shorts down. “you tease me all day at the beach wearing this.. and then act like a damn brat on the way home.” he tsked pulling down your bikini bottoms. “so wet f’me already and i haven’t even touched you.” you whined and put your head in your hands shyly. “count.” harry said as he started spanking you hard, rough, mean.

by the time he got to five you had tears in your eyes. “look at me babydoll.” he sighed. “are you gonna be a good girl now?” you nodded violently as he wiped your tears. “that’s my girl” he praised as he kissed your forehead softly.

[ivykiss]

WATCHER.

࿐ stalker!harry x reader

contains; stalking

note: this is my first ever fic so i hope you enjoy!

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it began subtly, almost dreamlike. a familiar scent - his signature cologne, sandalwood and a hint of smoke - would drift through your senses in the most unexpected places. the grocery store, the mall, even your yoga class. at first you dismissed it as a coincidence. but then the coincidences piled up. presents left at your door step, the same victoria secret set you frowned at once you saw the price at your door. it was unsettling, this feeling of being watched. yet there was also a twisted sense of flattery, a dark thrill in knowing someone was paying close attention.

harry started showing up at the same places you do—the mall, the park, the club—always managing to be “coincidentally” nearby. he never directly approaches you, but you start noticing him more and more, feeling like you’re being watched in a strangely intriguing way.

the turning point was the photo. a candid shot of you laughing with your friends at the club bar, slipped under your front door. it wasn’t threatening, but the intimacy of the moment captured, the way it felt like a secret stolen from your life sent a chill down your spine. you started locking your doors, double checking windows, and scanning crowds, trying to catch a glimpse of him. sleep became a battlefield of nightmares and anxieties. every creak of the house, every shadow in your periphery, felt like his presence. you considered telling someone, but the idea of explaining the unexplainable, of admitting to this strange almost seductive fear, held you back. maybe you were going crazy. maybe it was all in your head.

one rainy evening, as you fumbled with your keys at the doorstep, a voice, dark yet soft and familiar, broke the silence. “let me help you with that.” you turned to see him standing under the dim porch light, his eyes reflecting a mixture of adoration and something darker, something that made your blood run cold. “i’ve been waiting to meet you,” he whispered, a smile playing on his lips. “i know everything about you.”