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You barely made it through the door before Steve was on you. He just couldn't help himself!
The two of you had been out with Robin, Nancy and Johnathan for drinks when he had gotten worked up. He was not at all handsy... Only a little. Okay, maybe more than a little. But, still! You had been all dolled up and after the first few rounds of drinks, Steve couldn't help but show his appreciation.
Now, you had collapsed backwards onto his bed with a groan, Steve landing ontop of you instantly. Articles of clothing littered the floor leading up to the mattress from where he had been too restless to wait.
You were both down to your underwear and he had already begun mouthing at your breasts, sucking and kissing the sensitive skin until your nipples peaked. A loud moan toar out of you before you could stop it. Steve had been like this only a handful of times, so when it hit, it hit hard.
The house was empty except for the sound of the bed rocking, the constant stream of ever increasing moans and the sloppy noises made by Steve's mouth. Handsy didn't even begin to cover it anymore. He had shifted you up onto his pillows so that his chest was above your aching cunt and his mouth was straining to nip and tug at your delicate tit's.
"Steve–Oh fuck, Steve!" You mewled, your hands scrambling to pull at the sheets in hopes of anchoring yourself.
"Yeah, Sweatheart? What do you need? Come on, use your words..." Steve replied, his voice already dipping into that rough register that made you shiver in anticipation.
"Harder, Steve! Please, fuck me!" You moaned, begging him to continue.
While you struggled for a grip, Steve had slowly trailed downwards, still leading sloppy kisses down the valley on your breast and down the soft skin of your stomach. You were acutely aware of the growing hardness pressed against one of your calves. He was grinding up and down, the thick, hot heat of him seeping through his underwear and into your skin. You could feel his cock throb with his heartbeat and it had already begun weeping at the tip.
Steve abruptly hoisted you up so that your legs hung over the broad expanse of his shoulders. His kisses had ended just at the edge of your panties, which he had started shimmying down your thighs with the speed of a desperate man. You tilted your hips so that he could remove the soaked material more quickly.
He imideatly dipped down, licking a long stripe from hole to clit. You screamed at the sudden sensation and squeezed harder at the thin fabric twisted in your fists. It was doing little to help but it was all that tethered you for the moment.
Steve groaned into your cunt, the action so reverent you sobbed out his name over and over, praying he wouldn't leave you before you hit your peak.
"Fffuck!" You wailed, eyes filling with tears of pleasure. "Steve! Pleasepleaseplease! M' so close–Stevie!"
"Oh, baby, I know..."He murmured in equal pleasure, his fingers digging tighter into the meaty expanse of your thighs. Bruises would no doubt bloom later like flowers: a reminder of this passionate night. "You can do it, baby. Give it to me, you're doing such a good job, sweetie."
The praise itself was almost enough to tip you over the edge. You desperately thrust upwards, letting out frustrated moans anytime he held you down by the hips, the soft but final weight of him steadying you for the moment. It was then that he licked again. What had been kitten licks had evolved to be broad strokes of his tongue that entered you on every thrust.
Your toes curled as you felt your release quickly approaching.
"M' cumming! Steve! Fuck, I'm gonna come!"
The orgasm hit you like a freight train, stars bursting behind your eyes as your thighs pressed instantly into his neck and your hands plunged into the dark, coarse hair on his head.
You tugged over and over, pushing his face further down into your cunt, desperate for that feeling to continue for as long as possible. The second you had started, Steve's motions had stuttered, momentarily losing pace before increasing tenfold. The moan he let out into your cunt was breathy and loud, nothing like the usual sounds he made.
No, this was new.
This was the sound of a man coming home. Well, coming at the very least. Because yes, Steve had actually come in his underwear. The poor thing hadn't even taken them off. Even in the dim light, you could see the darkness forming at the front as he adjusted his position.
Your hands were still deep in his locks and he was diving back down before you had time to react. His tongue went back to your cunt like a man on a mission, pumping in and out of you with a newfound determination.
"Jesus, fuck. Do that again." Steve moaned into you, his hands snaking up to hold your waist down.
You obliged tugging and forcing him further into your slick folds. Your body was still coming down from it's first high, with the second quickly approaching. Steve may not be the smartest but if there was one thing he knew how to do it was how to eat a girl out.
The sensation of your nails grazing his scalp was more than enough pleasure for Steve. It sent pleasant tingles down his spine in a way he had never experienced before. Yeah, chick's had pulled his hair before but never like this. Never to the point he was coming in his pants like a virgin. Just as Steve knew your body, it seemed you knew his just as well. The warmth of your hands felt as if it was seeping into his skull, turning his brain to mush. The only thought remaining was to get you to make those sweet sounds one more time.
Your second release was brought on without warning. There was no time to tell Steve and any sort of explanation turned into a strangled cry as your legs squeezed shut around his ears once more and he had to pry you off with his thick forearms. The scent of you filled his nose and he shamlessly licked and sucked at your abused cunt, not wanting to waste any of your sweat nectar.
By the time you were overstimulated and shaking, Steve was sweating enough that his whole body was coated in a thin layer of sheen and the smell of sex flooded the room.
You shakily tugged him up with weak hands, ignoring his instantaneous groan of delight. You brought him up to your face. God, he was a mess. Pupils blown wide, panting with his whole body, lips and chin covered in slick cum and drool- an unholy mixture that he wore so well.
He lunged forward, surging up to give you a ravenous kiss that took your breath away. Steve was now fully onto of you and his cock was pressed right against your needy hole.
Omg you’re the best, I’m looking forward to reading it! Take your time! The Pitt is a very realistic representation of healthcare right now. It touches on unfortunate violence brought upon our health care workers so maybe you could do a fic highlight that? Reader could be dating doctorry and she gets attacked by an angry patient? He loses his shit and treats her along with her coworkers who are concerned for her? The show also addresses how there’s not enough staff or room for emergencies and people are waiting hours for a bed to open up. Maybe once reader is conscious again, she’s immediately stubborn, not wanting to take up a bay since she doesn’t like to be an inconvenience to others but Harry shuts that down real quick and reminds her that she’s just as an important patient who needs urgent medical attention. Just hot, assertive doctorry and as angsty/comfort as possible! All I know is that SNL definitely started up the Doctor Styles fanfics again and I’m so loving it.
🩺 Doctors Orders
Summary: “Paging Doctor Styles!” // Doctor Harry Styles world flips upside down when his girlfriend becomes his new patient.
CW: angst/comfort, mention of blood, mention of death (not y/n), violence, high intense situation, mention of injury, mental health issues, panic attack, medical terms (may not fully be accurate, sorry!), strong language use, nicknames (baby, angel, no y/n)
Word count: 2.6k
Pairing: Doctor!Harry x girlfriend fem!reader
💌 A/N: This came so easy to me & was fun to write! Thank you to anon for the amazing idea. The medical situations may not be totally accurate but I tried! Thankful for years of watching Chicago Med for inspo! Really hope you all like it, first time writing anything related to doctor!harry! So much fun 💕 Happy reading & let me know your thoughts!
The sterile hallway was a little too quiet for Harry’s liking. He paced back and forth, waiting for his pager to signal. The quiet only meant one of two things - chaos was going to start any second or maybe his staff was truly going to have a relaxed Friday night. The thing was, quiet was often unheard of in the Brooklyn Metro hospital. Harry was the attending physician meaning it was his responsibility to lead his team, make executive decisions, provide life saving care to critical patients and organize the bay area based on number of beds. Harry had moved from London to New York straight out of med school, excelling at the top of his class. He was offered multiple positions as a resident but turned down highly rated hospitals like MAYO, General and John Hopkins to assist in Brooklyn. It was underpaid, understaffed but even for a Brit, he knew that there was a real need to serve Brooklyn. The community was one of the best, full of so much culture and diversity. Harry was happy to call Brooklyn home, especially since his girlfriend was a proud Brooklyn resident.
Harry checked his pager, completely silent and clear of any notifications, a miracle in his eyes. Next, he grabbed his phone - scrolling past the news articles about impending war and clicked straight to his girlfriend's text message. He saw the icon of them posed in a midtown dive bar, large grins and terrible lighting - one of his favorite photos of them. He clicked to reveal her message.
Angel: Hi baby, heading to the station now. Bringing you your favorite, you forgot to pack your lunch again. Your lunch bag was on the counter when I arrived home, looking at me like I forgot to pick it up from school! Be there in 30, love you!
Harry read the message, his usual smize broke as a grin spread to his lips. Just as he was about to respond, the familiar buzz vibrated in his pocket. He reached for it as an announcement rained through the hospital speaker.
“Doctor Styles, code 99, paging Doctor Styles, trauma code 99,” a calm voice radiated through the speaker. Harry cursed under his breath, instantly picking up his pace towards the hospital bay. When he arrived, it was all hands on deck, the medic team bringing in a life-threatening case.
“Multiple gunshot wounds to chest, GCS of 9, BP dropping rapidly, O2 is stating at 92% and dropping,” the nurse called out as the gurney moved through the bay. Harry raced to the side just as the monitor began to beep rapidly. “Chest compression’s, please.” Harry ordered firmly as he cut open the shirt of the man who laid unconscious on the gurney. When a resident hesitated to jump on the bed, Harry did it himself, cursing under his breath. He stood over the body, pumping down on the man’s chest in a rhythmic array, trying to pump life back into the lifeless.
“Get the epi stat!” Harry yelled as he continued with chest compressions, enough to break the man’s ribs but it wasn’t nearly enough. Harry began to try everything he could but he already noticed signs of loss of life.
After a few minutes, Harry stood from the bed defeated as he called the time of death, a realistic frenzy that he was never comfortable doing. He let out a breath he was holding and walked away from the room to head to the attending quarters.
He changed out of his attire that was blood stained and looked at the clock, over 45 minutes had passed. When he heard a buzz on the table, he glanced over to see if it was his pager or his phone. He quickly put his shirt over his head and grabbed his pager that signified his attention was needed.
Harry quickly walked to the bay, hearing a bunch of screaming and yelling directed at one man who was moving erratically and having a mental health episode. “Page psych,” he told the charge nurse assertively before trying to remedy the situation.
He glanced over and saw his girlfriend smiling near the entrance of the hospital, directly in line with the man who was having some sort of episode. Before Harry could move, everything was happening so quickly. The man who was cursing, “YOU FUCKING BITCH, FUCK THIS HOSPITAL FUCKING SHIT,” grabbed a chair and threw it in the direction of the hospital staff. Harry rarely used his upper register but when he saw this occur, he simply lost his control.
“HEY!” Harry yelled, “you need to calm down otherwise my security will restrain you!” Harry voiced, moving towards the scene as he glanced to see if any of the hospital staff were injured. The man continued even more upset, possibly on heroin or cocaine, Harry would have a toxic screen run for sure. “We are trying to help, okay? I am the doctor here!” He spoke over the man, who was spitting and cursing in his face. “If you have an issue, you speak to me!” Harry had countless situations like this but nothing that ever moved so quickly. Just as he was about to notify security from his pager, taking his attention off for mere seconds - the man ran in full speed towards the exit, throwing an unknown object at Harry’s girlfriend who stood in his way.
“HEY!” He immediately moved to his girlfriend who collapsed on the floor, in utter shock that she got struck by the man. His attention shifted completely from the man who ran. His attention became fully focused on his new patient - his girlfriend.
Harry yelled out as he saw that her head was bleeding and she was beginning to lose consciousness from the blow. His hand cradled her scalp, pushing firmly to stop the blood. “Did everyone forget how to fucking move? Where is the fucking gurney?!” He yelled out at his staff who knew and loved his girlfriend well. Tired of their slow movements, Harry picked her up against his better judgment, carrying her to an open bed. He scrambled and it felt like he was the only person working on her. His fellow resident and nursing attendant began to take over as Harry knew he was on the brink of a panic attack.
“Harry, breathe… Breathe, she’ll be okay.” Chloe, one of his nurses assisted the scene, slowly pushing Harry out of the way as he started to fully panic. Not a thought came to his mind as he watched his staff work on his girlfriend to stop the bleeding. Harry sank down his knees, head in his hands as he tried to focus on his breathing.
“Fuck!” he cursed, losing his cool and letting his emotions take over, tears spilling from his eye as the monitor began to beep in a hurry. “Doctor Styles, please. You can step out if you need,” he heard his nurse say as they began to stabilize her. Harry didn’t want to leave her side but he was taking up space and if it was anyone else, he would have the attending doctor leave immediately if their emotional state was so heightened.
Harry walked out, tears down his face as his hands trembled. The past two hours overstimulated him to his personal limit. He walked down the hall to the main entrance to figure out what could’ve been thrown at his innocent lover. He found nothing, possibly it had been picked up or something happened to the object. It mattered but his focus stayed on the bag of chinese food spread throughout the floor.
Harry grabbed the mop from the side, beginning to clean the food that was marked as his own.
“Dr. Styles,” a voice broke through his thoughts. “We can get someone to clean that up,” It was the psych attending physician, Doctor Stevens. “Bit late now,” Harry grumbled, mad at the world, mad at himself for not moving fast enough and mad that he couldn’t do the one thing he was trained to do - keep his calm.
“Patient 104 is stable, if you’d like to go see her now,” Doctor Stevens declared. “She’s asleep but stable…”
Harry let out a long sigh, shaking his head as he continued to clean up the mess. “Doctor Styles?” Doctor Steven said, a more hesitant tone.
“I should’ve fucking been there!” He half yelled, earning the looks of many in the bustling waiting room. He felt Doctor Steven's hand on his shoulder, urging him to stand. “Come to my office for a second,” he said more as an order than a suggestion. Harry was reluctant but knew it was protocol for any personal events that the doctors or staff had the unfortunate privilege to assist.
They walked silently to his office, it was much dimmer, cool and quiet compared to the bright lights of the waiting room. Harry smelled of Chinese takeout and his hands were sticky, he muttered a thank you when Doctor Stevens handed him a damp washcloth to clean off his hands. He sat down in the chair on the opposite side of the desk.
“Are you okay, Harry?” He asked genuinely, dropping his surname in this particular setting. “I can’t imagine how you are feeling right now.”
“I can’t believe I let that happen, I should’ve been there,” Harry said, frustrated at the fact he wasn’t able to protect the only person he swore he’d always protect.
“Harry, you had no idea wha -,” Harry cut Doctor Stevens off, “It doesn’t matter if I didn’t know! She should’ve never gotten hurt. She should’ve never came here, its all my fucking fault.”
“It is not your fault, Harry. You acted as you should,” Doctor Stevens tried to reassure him but Harry was far too emotional.
“Acted as I should? As I should?! I had a fucking panic attack and couldn’t even care for her! I froze, I never fucking freeze. I - I,” he felt his chest begin to heavy, his breathing quickened as his thoughts consumed him. “I need to go, I should be with her. I should be there when she wakes up, she's going to be so scared,” Harry moved to his feet quickly, exiting the office without much of a goodbye.
He headed directly to room 104, stopping right outside her door. He took a big deep breath before sliding her door open. She was alone, asleep with a large bandage over her scalp. The motions beeped but it was steady, indicating that she was at a normal baseline. Harry let his hands rest against her bedside, letting his head hang in defeat.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry angel.” He felt the sting behind his eyes as the tears began to welt up, “I should’ve been there to protect you,” Harry’s fingers reached out and pressed soft touches to her delicate skin, welcoming the shame and guilt he felt.
Before he could wallow in his thoughts anymore, there was a hushed knock on the room door. It was the chief of staff, Aaron, who Harry reported too. Aaron gave Harry a weak smile, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him.
“Harry, the perpetrator was found. There will be a criminal case against him, if she decides to press charges.”
“She won’t,” he already knew, it wasn’t in her nature. “She’ll want him to get help,” he promised.
“Well, I would like you to have the rest of your shift off, please. I think you are right where you are supposed to be and it’s important that you are here when she wakes up.” Aaron said without much of an option. Before Aaron left the room, he said - “If you need anything, we are here. She’ll be okay, Harry. She is strong, just like you.”
Harry sat for what felt like hours, the morning sun peaked through the window as she slept. Harry monitored her, wet her mouth with a damp wash cloth when her lips were dry and stayed by her side the whole time. Harry wasn’t sure the time because he dozed off after a few hours by her side. Harry awoke to her slowly reaching out for him, waking up after her long sleep, groggily and confused.
“Harry,” was all she said, it was enough to jolt him awake.
“Angel,” he quickly put her call light on before rushing to her side. “You’re going to be okay, I am right here.” He kept his voice soft, steady.
“W-What happened?” The question burned a hole in his heart, he opened his mouth to speak but nurses started to crowd her room right as the words fell from his mouth. “There was an incident love, you were hit in the head with some unknown object by a patient. You’ll be okay,” his voice was slightly clipped as he moved aside to let the nurse and doctor evaluate her.
“We really want to make sure you are okay. Harry has been here the whole day and night, he really cares for you.” One of the nurse staff says as they continue to check her out. “You got a good man,” another nurse said but Harry didn’t boast himself. After the new attending physician evaluated her, he gave a slight nod and spoke to them both.
“No brain bleed but a mild concussion,” his lips were in a thin line as he said the next line, “You are in great hands, Harry will look after you. Make sure she gets plenty of rest, and she’ll be out of here in no time.”
As the room began to clear, Harry came back to her side. He leaned over and gave her a quick kiss that settled on her forehead. “I’m so sorry, love.” He was extremely apologetic, almost if he was the one who put her in harm's way.
“I’m okay, Harry.” Her hand cradled his face, Harry started to get emotional again.
“It’s not okay, angel. You could’ve been seriously hurt, I - I could’ve lost you…” His voice cracked as he spoke. “I should’ve protected you, I - I should’ve taken care of you.”
“Harry, please… I’m okay, I - I don’t even need to stay here, we all know a concussion is a mild thing,” she remarked in a hush voice. “I’m just taking up space.”
“What?” Harry scoffed, “You are not taking up space, you deserve to be here just like anyone else, love. You still need to get treated,” he said firmly, not allowing for any discussion.
“Harry, you heard the doctor - I’m in really good hands, I will be okay.”
Her words calmed the wave that built in his throat but he still didn’t budge. “You’re staying, love. No arguments, you shouldn’t be arguing with me anyway. Strict bedrest,” he doubled down.
After a few seconds of glaring, she settled. “I’m sorry if I scared you,” his girlfriend apologized, their fingers interlocking.
Harry sighed, feeling defeated but relieved that his girlfriend was going to be okay. “It’s not your fault, love. I am just really glad that you’ll be okay, I can’t stand the thought of… of losing you,” Harry shook those thoughts away and did his best to smile for her. “Least you get free television, mid canteen and a hot doctor to treat you,” He tried to make the best of the situation.
“You should go home baby, get some real rest. I’ll be okay here.”
Harry’s face scrunched up, his brows knitted together. “Absoutlutely not. I’m not going home until you are home, baby.”
“So, I have to deal with your stinky self..” She started, laughing softly.
“Hey,” he said, stretched. “That’s no way to treat your doctor,” Harry broke into a grin, the first of the last few hours.
“I love you, thank you for taking care of me.”
“I love you, angel. So much.” Harry kissed her softly, his lips were delicate against her own. “Now rest, doctor's orders.”
hii brits anon here! yes so basically i just thought he’d be really like clingy and horny when drunk so he’d def be touchy during the show and then def some smut the next morning or so
🇬🇧 A Night at the Brits*
Summary: Brits performance, too much tequila and steamy encounter with his girlfriend.
CW: Smut (shower sex, p in v, spit play, f!rec oral, strong language used), drunk!harry, alcohol, fluff
Word count: 3.9k
Pairing: Current!Harry x Fem!reader
💌 A/N: Way too hyped for the Brits!! Can’t wait to see our man perform, let this hold you over until then 👀 lmk what you think! Reblog & comment if you liked it! ❤️
The smell of expensive perfume, champagne and gin filled the large space full of esteemed celebrities. The Brit Awards were one of Harry’s more tolerable, relaxed events. Back in Manchester at the CO- OP Live Arena, Harry was glad to be near his hometown. After spending some years away, Harry was ready as ever to get back on stage. It was even more special due to it being his first official event with his girlfriend.
In previous years, Harry would mingled with familiar faces, drink a little too much and gave a lengthy acceptance speech. This award season, Harry wasn’t nominated but set to perform. After a three year hiatus, Harry debuted his newest single, ‘Aperture’ from his ‘Kiss All The Time. Disco, Occasionally’ Album. His fans were supportive of his new sound and excited for the upcoming release.
Despite carrying a solo stage presence of nearly six years, Harry was nervous returning after his hiatus. He thought back to a day prior when he chatted with his girlfriend.
“Baby, I promise — you’ll do great.” Attempting to smooth his worries for the tenth time. “The fans will love it and I’m sure nobody will even notice if you choke a little,” Harry’s girlfriend wished he could see how she saw him.
“Darling, that’s not helping.” He breathed out a deep sigh. “You know, I have a fear of choking.”
“Okay, comedian,” she playfully joked. “It’s okay to be nervous Harry, but I was at the rehearsal,” she smiled, “you looked incredible and your choreography was great.”
“Just don’t want to mess it up,” he shrugged.
He was definitely more nervous as his performance neared. The sequin on his shirt dug into his skin and Harry convinced himself that he forgot parts of his own choreography. To keep professionalism, he decided to stay sober until after his performance. He fought the urge to calm his nerves, instead looked towards the crowd to find his partner.
“Ten seconds, Harry.” The stage producer buzzed in his ear.
He looked out into the dark audience, seeing many familiar faces. His eyes wandered until they landed on his beautiful girlfriend. He gave her a brief, private grin as he watched her hold her phone up, ready to record his performance.
His girlfriend was arguable his biggest fan yet made him feel like a regular bloke when they were together. When they met at a local coffee shop in Rome, Harry was stunned when she didn’t seem to recognize him. They went on a date as two normal people, Harry later found out that she was a fan but remained modest about it.
Harry did his best to protect their relationship from spectators for months. They shared private dinners, slow mornings with breakfast spilled on the bed and quiet evenings in. When paparazzi eventually spotted them, Harry grew rather protective of her. Harry explained how overwhelming the media could be yet to his surprise, she handled it effortlessly.
She followed his advice, staying offline — managed to private her accounts and only had Harry report the important information to her when needed. They quietly but happily fell in love with each other.
Now, back in Manchester — Harry thought it was the perfect opportunity to bring her along. His girlfriend met his mother, Anne a few days before and with a strikingly approval — Harry fell more in love with her.
As the stage lights warmed his skin, Harry switched on his performer self. He moved easily, commanding the stage with his presence. The performance lasted a few minutes but felt much longer to him. He noted that he needed to increase his cardio load for his upcoming “Together, Together” tour.
When Harry finished, breathless — cheering was heard as he took off his ear pieces. Harry raced off the stage, eagerly wanting to rejoin his girlfriend. After a quick outfit change, hair and makeup touch up — Harry made his way through the crowd once again. As he passed fellow friends, he thanked them for their sweet compliments on his performance. Harry beelined his way to the bar for a glass of brown liquor before returning to his partner. He took sips of the brown liquor as he walked back to his table, feeling much more relaxed.
“Nearly tripped and forget my breath when I saw you dancing, love.” He gave his girlfriend a quick squeeze on her hip and leaned in, his voice was a bit smoother as he nursed a whiskey in his hand. “Can I get a private dance back home?” He asked, only for her ears.
“Harry,” she warned, swatting his bare chest. “You did great, looked incredible up there.” Harry kept her close, taking a long sip. “Mm, thank you.” He peppered a small kiss along her hairline and gave her another squeeze. He knew he had to be careful because alcohol made him a bit more lovey than his usual self in public.
“Care to mingle a bit?” He asked, seeing a few friendly faces eager for his attention. As they engaged with small talk, Harry enjoyed another glass of whiskey, a shot of tequila with a close friend and grabbed a flute of champagne his girlfriend. As the evening continued, Harry quickly became his flirty, touchy, humorous self when drunk.
At their table, his hand stayed on his girlfriend’s thigh. He kept her chair close, needing her close in proximity to him. Her skin became increasingly more intoxicating as his body felt warm due to the effects of the liquor.
“Baby,” he slurred, “can I have a kissy?” Harry asked, puckering his lips. The phrase was often used in private moments, only for them. His girlfriend grinned, giving him a quick kiss before pouring a glass of water for herself and him.
“Drink some water babe, think the drinks are catching up to you,” She hummed. Harry was well aware that he was definitely intoxicated. The mixture of heavy alcohol and complimentary wine was a dangerous combination. With his empty stomach, the alcohol was taking effect quickly.
“Just a little,” he shrugged, finishing up his whiskey before downing the glass of water. As another performance started, Harry was up on his feet — dancing along. He tried to convince his girlfriend to dance with him although she was shy.
“Baby, I’m a terrible dancer —,” she said, shaking her head but he move against her in a cute way. “Come on, darling. Dance with me,” his breath was hot on her skin. The alcohol heightened his senses, his body on hers was a craving that he needed to satisfy. With her back towards his chest, they swayed together to the beat of the music. Harry turned her body towards him, keeping her close. A faint blush crept up to (Y/N) face as Harry repeatedly sneaking down to grab her ass.
“Baby,” she warned, whispering in his ear.
“We’re in public,” she reminded him as she looked into his bright, hazy eyes. Harry muttered a weak apologize with a grin on his face and moved his hand back to her hip, keeping a steady weight on her hip.
As the event was nearing an end, a reporter from ITV asked if she could interview him. Against his better judgement, Harry agreed.
“Harry! Welcome home. You’re performance tonight was everything.”
Harry remained bright eyed and grinned with confidence, “thank you, it was a lot of fun being back on stage.”
“You’ll have to teach me the dance moves next,” the interviewer joked. “Let’s talk music. Congratulations on Aperture, your new single! What was the inspiration behind the record?” She asked.
This is when Harry knew he was feeling a little too intoxicated to form a coherent sentence. “Aperture… Right, we had a lot of fun on that record,” he said a bit too close to the microphone, his cheeks began to redden as he continued, “it’s a brilliant record, you know, uhm — it’s about light and cameras and yeah, I’m happy with it.” He giggled, “Sorry, I’m a little drunk right now.” He gave a meek smile and handed the microphone back.
“No need to apologize. Any plans for the after party?”
“Uh, probably will be looking for a snack, maybe a munchie box or something. I’m starving so,” he laughed into the microphone before saying, “oh and kiss my girlfriend, you know — kiss all the time,” he smirked as he planned his escape. “Thank you!” He said as he walked off, towards his girlfriend.
“Afterparty for a bit then home?” He asked, leaning in as he interlocked their fingers together.
“Lead the way,” his girlfriend said, giggling at how cute he was while drunk.
Harry lead her towards the afterparty, the vibe was completely different. Loud music boomed through the speaker, multiple drink options were being offered and the dance floor was crowded with celebrities. Harry lead his girlfriend to the snack bar, instantly munching on some crisp.
“How bad was my interview?” He asked after a few minutes.
“I wouldn’t say bad,” his girlfriend trailed off. She couldn’t lie to save her life, especially if she was talking to Harry.
“Oh God,” he said while chewing. “That bad?” He frowned, stuffing more crisp in his mouth. “I need another drink,” he announced guiding her towards the bar. The pair indulged in two tequila shots, the burn stung at the back of Harry’s throat as he scrunched his face up in pain. “Christ, okay. Now, dance floor!”
Harry didn’t remember much of the night after those two shots, vaguely remember stomping through his door around 3 in the morning but wasn’t too sure how they made it up the stairs.
When the morning came, the sun peaked through the curtains bright and obnoxious. Harry turned over multiple times, trying to settle but his throbbing headache woke him up. “Baby,” he muttered out but he was alone in bed. He frowned, sat up to heard the shower running. He quickly popped two paracetamol from the medicine cabinet and swallowed them dry. He glance towards the shower, hearing his girlfriend humming.
Harry stripped his clothes and stepped into the tile floor. His hands grabbed at her hips, pulling her back towards his chest.
“Oh, you’re awake.” She jumped, smiling up at him — rinsing her hair.
“I am,” his gaze traveled down her naked body. “Good morning,” he mumbled against her neck.
She hummed, “Good morning,” she smiled, leaned her back against him. “Oh, someone else is awake too,” Harry let out a light chuckle, “oh darling,” he started.
“I’ve been thinking about fucking you since you did you’re little dance last night,” Harry carefully turned her in his grasp, his hands wandered down to her ass, gripping the flesh. “Couldn’t keep my hands to myself much, hm?”
“Mm, and what are you going to do those dirty, little thoughts of yours?”
“If you let me, I’ll show you how dirty I can be,” Harry didn’t let her respond, capturing her lips in a heated, urgent kiss that made her stumble back slightly. His lips didn’t stay on hers for long, they peppered kisses along her jawline, marking his delicate landscape with love bites.
“Please,” she breathed out, her fingers tangling into his wet hair. “Patience, petal.” Harry commanded followed by another, “spit in my mouth,” he begged.
His girlfriend gave him a slight wide eyed look before correcting her face. Her eyes dropped to his mouth extending open slightly. He gave her a nod to reassure her. She balled up some saliva in her mouth before a ‘pfft’ sound echoed through the shower walls. Harry smirked immediately once he felt the warm sensation in his mouth. He sank down onto the tile floor, looking up at his girlfriend.
She gave a eager nod before Harry extended his tongue out, both of their salivas mixed together against her wet clit. Harry moaned, flicking his tongue before his hands gripped her hips, grounding her. Harry sucked down hard on her sensitive clit, flicking her tongue against her. His nose brushed against her pubic hair, inhaling her scent. He closed his eyes, memorized by the pretty sounds that filled the shower. He continued to feast on her, sucking and licking against her arousal at fixed pace. Whenever her moans got louder, he’d slow down — drawing out her orgasm.
“Please, please baby… I’m so sensitive, please let me cum,” she begged. Harry smirked against her, rose from his stance.
“You wanna cum, baby?” He asked, “You need it so badly, don’t you?”
“Yes, please baby.” Harry reached down and grabbed her thighs, holding her up against the shower wall.
“Mm, you can cum around my cock, love. Need to feel you around me,” Harry groaned as his girlfriend reached between them, pumping his hardened cock twice before positioning it against her entrance.
“Fuck me,” she breathed out, unable to wait any longer. Harry moved his hips forward, a low gasp echoed between them. His head fell to her shoulder, letting her adjust around him.
“Fuck, you feel so good… Wanna savor this — for a bit,” he groaned out, his pace was agonizingly slow. His partners grip on his shoulders was firm as he angled his thrusts at a steady pace, repeatedly brushing against her g spot.
“Oh Harry,” she moaned out, whimpering in pleasure. “Harder please,” his girlfriend begged, her lips ghosting over his jaw line. Harry obliged, increasing the pressure in his thrusts. His chest heaved as the shower steamed fogged up the air.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned, his pace quickened as he felt his girlfriend’s nails dig into his skin, arousal courses through him. “I’m not fuck, — I’m not going to last baby,” he groaned out into her wet hair. His thrust became urgent as their bodies moved together desperately to reach each other highs.
“Oh, fuck! Harry,” she gasp, her orgasm hitting her hard. “S’good for me, baby,” Harry followed after her, his abdomen flexing against her skin as he shuttered out a string of curse words.
After a few seconds, Harry slowly eased his girlfriend down to her feet. His body slowly detached from her own, a small sigh leaving his lips. “Let’s get you cleaned up, baby.” He said breathless, stepping into the water stream to wash off. He grabbed her soap, lathering the cloth and washing her tired body.
“Just filthy, you are.” He tsked. “My cum dripping out of you, what a pretty sight.”
Hello my freaky deaky queen!! I have an idea for youu!!! Harry using the cord to his microphone during rehearsals to keep you still during a quickie with lots of focus on his hands because well I’m a hand girlie and he has nice ones😂 anyway if you hate it that’s fine I still loveeee youuu!!!💖
girl if you think i'm gonna turn down Harry bondage, then you don't know me. thank you both for the requests! (also this sucks i'm so sorry)
All the Time - A Harry Styles Smutty Blurb
Summary: Harry invited you to his rehearsal and keeps getting distracted when you won't stay still (alternative title Fingers All the Time, Orgasms Occasionally)
“Go on ahead,” Harry calls out to his bandmates, “we’ll catch up.”
Rehearsals had dragged on far longer than they expected, to the point Harry’s voice wavered, Mitch kept messing up his strumming, and Sarah’s drumming had grown lethargic and offbeat. The music was no longer lively and Harry could feel the hungry tension building in the room, so he dismissed everyone for lunch, allowing them an hour to recharge and rejuvenate.
But he wasn’t planning on joining them.
“What do you want to have for lunch?” you ask from behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. Harry had invited you along for his rehearsal of the new album, gearing up for his One Night Only performance, something he was excited to share with you at first. Except he hadn’t expected you to be so… distracting. Throughout the day, he watched you dancing along to his music, grooving to the beat with miss-timed yet boisterous moves, capturing his attention. It was the exact reaction he wanted from the album, to have the music move people physically, not just emotionally, but it was another to watch the woman he loved, dancing around the room with a proud gleam in her eyes. Your shirt rose up when you raised your arms, revealing your soft belly that he loved to caress when you rode him, and the bell bottom pants you wore clung nicely to the curves of your body, enticingly reminding Harry of the flesh underneath your clothes and how it would jiggle. Slyly, he’d adjust himself between songs, taking the time while everyone was distracted to lessen the ache of his thickening cock in his pants.
Harry only partially hears your rambling about possible options for lunch, entirely too focused on making sure everyone has left. As soon as the door clicks shut behind the last straggler, he’s spinning in your hold, tilting your head to look up at him. “I want you.”
Your first reaction is to giggle, assuming he’s just being cute, but when his hand slips from underneath your chin, to the back of your head, twisting your hair in his grip, your laughter stops, coming to a quick halt with a sharp inhale. Tugging your head back, his lips rush to the curve of your throat, kissing down in a line before licking back up, his mustache leaving ticklish tingles along the path.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he whispers darkly as his free hand drags through your spit covered neck, smearing his saliva. “Watching you shake your ass, your tits bouncing around, and I can’t do a bloody thing about it?” His teeth nip at your jaw, taking a moment to deeply inhale your skin. “Distracting me all damn day with this gorgeous fucking body.” Biting on your ear lobe, smirking at the yelp you emit, his hands roam over your body, sliding down your back and cupping your ass.
As Harry sucks on your neck, nibbling and salivating over your pulse, your own hand twitches to life, reaching for his jeans. Your fingers have just brushed against where his cock bulges but Harry shifts his hips away. With a whine, you blindly stretch your hand again, trying to find him.
“Knock it off!” he growls when you skim along his crotch. Yet, you greedily run your hand down from his abs, tracing the line of buttons on his shirt, slipping over his belt, towards his shaft when his hand smacks against your ass. “Stop it!”
“I want… I want to feel you!” you stammer, still straining to reach him.
Harry pushes you away, grabbing both your wrists in one of his hands, easily holding them above your head. “Keep still!” he orders, his eyes darkening with agitation. Despite his warning, your body wriggles closer, struggling within his hold. If he took a step closer, you could thrust your hips forward and meet his. “That's it!” He forces you backward, leaning you back over the soundboard. Buttons and knobs impale into your back, laying unevenly on the recording equipment, but Harry holds your arms down above your head, his groin pressed into your leg, keeping you pinned beneath him. With his free hand, he grabs one of the microphones he's been crooning into all day, his lips pressed into the metal. Gathering your hands in front of you, Harry coils the cord around your arms, looping the microphone through the wire until he rests it between your bound hands. “That should keep your hands busy.”
You struggle against your restraints, trying to peel your arms apart. “Harry!” you whine, desperate to touch him, needy for the heat of his dick in your palm, craving the weight of him in your grasp. Wriggling back and forth, you seek any comfort atop the console, but each time you shift, the dial digging into your spine would lessen but the switch at your shoulder blade would press harsher. Your toes barely scrape the ground, leaving your feet dangling over the side of the soundboard, Harry's thighs keeping you up, just on the precipice of falling over.
“Shh,” he quiets you, petting your hair to soothe you. “You'll be taken care of, pretty girl. Don't worry.” When your mouth opens to complain again, Harry slips his fingers in before you can get a single sound out. Your eyes widen at the intrusion before fluttering close, suddenly pacified by the stroke of his long finger. The nail scratches at the inside of your cheek, roaming over the bumps in your teeth, dragging through the saliva on your tongue before pulling it out and sucking on his own finger, moaning around the taste of your spit.
Undoing the button on your pants, Harry's wet finger delves underneath your underwear. The trail of icy wetness leaves an echo of his touch as he nears your cunt, your lips twitching with desire. When his slippery digit brushes against your clit, your body recoils at the cool touch, your knee jerks up, flinching away with nowhere to hide.
“I know, pretty girl,” he coos as you whimper, flicking his finger across your nub, “I know, I'll make it all better.” His finger warms between your thighs, his movement speeding up, combining both your spit and your arousal. Your leg kicks up again, your heel catching on the edge of the device, opening yourself up more to him. “That's it, pretty. Let it out.”
“Oh, God, Harry!” you moan, gasping when the microphone falls onto your chest, the metal cool against your collarbone. “Please, I w-want your cock, please Harry!”
“Are my fingers not enough, pretty girl?” At that, he lowers his finger, dipping into you, curling his finger further up inside until he tickles at your sensitive spot, then pulling it away, testing you.
Your body clenches then relaxes, whining miserably at his teasing. “No-no, please Harry, wanna make you feel go-od too,” you plead, your voice pitching when he thrusts his finger in again. He reaches far enough to just casually brush over the same area, your fingers rolling tighter around the microphone, wishing you were holding something else. When he presses forth another time, he’s careful to only press so far, missing where you ache for him most, toying with your pleasure like a cat with its prey. “Harry, plea-”
“No.”
His dismissal is shocking, usually he’s compliant to your wishes, especially when your voice is breathy and you're spread open beneath him. Still confined by the microphone cord, you can't do much to fight back. “B-but I-”
“Shush now,” he says as he leans over you, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of your lips, “or I'll bind your feet next.” Before you could complain, he's shoving his fingers deep into your pussy, pressing as deep as he can. When your mouth drops open as he massages your soft walls, his other hand clasps around your jaw, his fingers dipping into your mouth, pulsing into you on both ends. His fingers work you like a salve, softening your high-pitched whines into deep moans, your wide eyed stare drooping into a lustful, hooded gaze. “There you go, pretty. Just needed something to suck on, huh? I got you, pretty girl. Daddy always takes care of you, doesn't he?”
Sucking on his left hand, grinding on his right, you hum around his fingers, rocking yourself back and forth between them. The soundboard beneath you still pokes at your back, but as you circle your hips, your constant movement makes it difficult for one spot to bother you for too long, shifting around the console restlessly as you chase after your pleasure despite the irritating pain prodding into you.
“Yes, that's my pretty girl. If you're good, I'll let you have Daddy's cock later. Is that what you want?”
Your humming crescendos up into a long drawn out moan as he presses another finger inside of you, increasing the pressure on your walls. Clamping around him, your clit drags over the heel of his palm, adding on to the mounting pleasure coiling in your belly. Biting at his fingers, you try to signal your approaching orgasm.
“Oh, I know, I can feel it. Can feel you getting closer, can feel you getting wetter.” Slipping out of you, he smacks his soaked fingers against your pussy, smirking at the sound of the obscenely wet slaps. Then he thrusts back into you, slowing down his rhythm. “But we've got 40 minutes before anyone comes back and I wanna see how long you can go for. Can you do that for me, pretty girl? Can you show Daddy what a good girl you are?”
The torture of his slow pace is driving you insane. Dragging this out longer sounded awful, it was sadistic, it was… kind of hot? You've reached the point where anything he offered sounded like a fair trade so long as you reached your orgasm. Ignoring the burn of your arms, the muscles sore from being bound still for so long, despite your sore back, you nod, willing to take whatever he will give you.
Above you, Harry's eyes sparkle with mischief, his smirk deepening. “Knew you would.” Then, he removes his fingers from you, making you feel suddenly empty without him filling up one of your holes. Pulling on your arms, he lifts you up until you're standing on your feet, making sure you're steady before dropping to his knees, tugging your pants down, along with your ruined underwear. It's a bit of a struggle to get them off around your shoes, so Harry has to lift up the wide hem and untie the laces before he can fully remove your clothes. “Finally,” he jests, his playful gaze melting into adoration at your pussy, shiny with arousal. “God… Oh, pretty girl…” Already, his fingers are pruned, wrinkled with your arousal, but he dips them back in, edging in a third finger.
“Oh, oh fuck, oh Jesus,” you ramble, falling back until your ass hits the console. “Oh yeah, oh fuck, Harry!” Sweat starts to coat the wire as you thrash your arms around, twisting them back and forth. The microphone clatters against your neck, the metal bitingly chilly on your skin, goosebumps rising where it hits.
“Prettiest pussy I've ever seen. So pretty, so wet,” he compliments, driving his fingers into you. His left hand presses against your pelvis, his thumb caressing your clit, making your legs shake on either side of him. “Are you gonna come for me? Wanna feel you on my fingers. Can you do that for me, pretty girl?”
Building up, your release is imminent, it’d topple out of you even if Harry were to stop again. His fingers stretch you open, his thumb plays with your clit, you cannot stop your body from shivering. Cresting over you, you surge forward as your orgasm shutters through you, your tied up arms collapsing down in front of you, the microphone slipping from your grasp, hanging between your quivering legs.
Harry groans, his teeth biting into his lower lip as you clench, your muscles tightening around his fingers before relaxing, easing into post-orgasmic bliss. “That’s my girl.” Keeping his fingers inside you, he feels the flutter of your warm muscles as you come down from your high. Pressing his lips to your thighs, his hair tickles at your crotch before he's moving his fingers again, gently opening you up again despite your protesting whines. “You're alright, we've got time, just let me enjoy you.”
People slowly start to trickle back from lunch, spirits lifted and hunger satiated. Harry had tucked you in the backroom, letting you rest after he worked you through five arduous orgasms, taking his time between each one. Now, he was massaging his hand, hoping he'd still be able to strum a guitar later.
“Did you record something while we were gone?” Kid asks, looking at the tracks they've recorded for the day, a new 30-minute long file at the top. When he clicks on it, his laptop plays some clatter, before a voice cuts in.
“Oh yeah, oh fuck, Harry!”
Harry immediately perks up at the sound of your voice, pitched and warbled with effects but still, distinctly, your voice. Swiftly, he marches over to the laptop, slamming the screen down but the track keeps playing, his dirty talk muffled but still loud enough to hear. So, Harry forces the laptop back open, furiously clicking the pause button, then he closes the laptop shut again, heaving out a breath.
Titters ripple amongst his bandmates, faces flushed red, but Kid is the only one who seems unsurprised.
“You want me to delete it?” he asks deadpanned, slowly opening the laptop, already hovering his finger over the DEL key.
Leaning down towards his friend, Harry looks around before whispering “Send it to me first.”
summary : harry styles falls for yn, a uni student, and their relationship becomes public. with fame, media attention, and constant scrutiny surrounding them, they must navigate love while the whole world watches.
aven speaking .ᐟ honestly this is my first time doing manip so don’t mind if its bad, i had to cover it with a bnw filter 😭
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enews Romance rumors are swirling around Harry Styles after the singer was spotted cuddling with a woman during an evening stroll. It is now confirmed the mystery woman is Y/n L/n
Eyewitnesses say the two looked affectionate and comfortable together, sharing hugs and walking closely side by side on a quiet London street. The pair reportedly laughed and chatted, appearing completely at ease in each other’s company.
Neither Harry nor Y/n has commented publicly, but fans have already taken to social media to react to the surprising sighting.
Stay tuned as we follow this story, it looks like Harry’s love life might be heating up!
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user1 im fine im fine im fine 🙂💔
user2 me opening this app was a mistake
user3 okay detectives lets find her instagram
⤷ user4 idk if this is her instagram but @yourusername
user5 okay but they look so cute together??
user6 another PR relationship incoming
⤷ user7 she’s not even celebrity..
user8 every year new girl
⤷ user9 seek help respectfully
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yourusername all the beautiful times
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user1 ok cutie
user2 he was staring at you right? 👀 don’t lie
user3 are you really just casually posting???
user4 posted right after the concert… interesting
user5 HARRY WE KNOW YOU’RE HERE
⤷ user6 he’s watching silently like the rest of us
user7 face card never declines
user8 it’s always the random girl
⤷ user9 random to you, not to him apparently
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tmz Harry Styles Spotted on a Date with Y/n L/n!
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user1 the way he wraps his arms around her in the first pic 🥹
⤷ user2 literally softest thing ever
user3 they’re literally couple goals
user4 she’s just here for attention
⤷ user5 literally just living her life, why does it bother you?
user6 i NEED more photos
user7 they walked and the internet broke
user8 my brain cannot handle this
user9 im screaming
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yourusername date night pt2
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user1 HE LIKED OMG
⤷ user2 AND HE FOLLOW HER TOO
⤷ user3 harry is out here validating our lives
user4 i bet harry took the first picture
user5 attention seeking
⤷ user6 y’all always calling women attention seekers smh
⤷ user5 ok but y’all always defending her over nothing
⤷ user7 fans defending = caring about her. not harming anyone
user8 round two omg
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1ddaily Harry Styles mentioned Y/n L/n on One Direction recent interview!
I : There’s been a lot of speculation lately. Have you been seeing someone for a while?
H : I try to keep my personal life private, but.. yeah, there is someone
I : Fans think they already know who it is.
H : I figured they might. She’s very special to me, and I’m really happy right now.
I : Is it Y/n L/n?
H : I’m not saying too much, but she makes me smile a lot… that’s all I’ll say.
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user1 i just witnessed a man in love
user2 the way he smiled when answering
user3 OH. MY. GOD.
user4 he said she’s very special im not okay
user5 the interviewer knew exactly what they were doing
user6 oh he’s serious serious
user7 if one direction releases a new album that is full of love songs, its written by harry
user8 nothing new here
⤷ user9 you can scroll btw
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yourusername life lately
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user1 OMG HARRY IN THE LAST PIC
harrystyles I look very cute.
⤷ yourusername you are baby
⤷ user2 “baby” 🫠🫠
user3 i was not prepared for this
yourbff we look sooo cute
⤷ yourusername we are the cutest ✌🏼
user4 he looks so happy
user5 the last boss level of soft launch
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tmz Harry Styles girlfriend, Y/n L/n spotted in the vip section at the One Direction concert. Witnesses say the singer kept glancing toward her section throughout the night.
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user1 let her enjoy the concert
⤷ user2 poor girl got exposed instantly
user3 supportive girlfriend energy
user4 its so nice that she invited all of her friends 🥹
user5 she wanted to be seen
⤷ user6 she’s literally just supporting him
user7 ugh she’s so gorgeous
⤷ user8 no wonder why harry chose her to be his girlfriend 🥲
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harrystyles No comments here.
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user1 slide 5???? hello???
user2 he never posts people unless important
⤷ user3 that’s his favorite person clearly
user4 Nice vibes 👏
user5 ❤️❤️❤️
yourusername love slide 8
⤷ harrystyles Do you like em?
⤷ yourusername you look silly
⤷ harrystyles ;)
⤷ user6 WINKY FACE????
user7 he’s in love your honor
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tmz Harry Styles and his girlfriend, Y/n L/n squeezed in a evening ice cream run before One Direction flight to New York. The two were spotted laughing and walking hand in hand after leaving the shop.
Looks like they made the most of their final day together before the long distance begins.
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user1 long distance era starting
user2 she’s so short omg
user3 aw she looks so sad in the first slide :(
user4 airport in 5 hours but date first
⤷ user5 he said career later girlfriend now
user6 wishing them privacy
user7 pr relationship
⤷ user8 yall call every relationship pr
user9 that’s boyfriend behavior
user10 He looks so cute ❤️
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tmz Harry Styles has arrived in New York!
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user1 bro landed and opened messages first
user2 him calculating london time immediately
user3 leave him alone god
user4 they’ll visit each other soon
user5 ❤️❤️❤️
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yourinstagram no caption here
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yourbff the last slide is me when my food order is wrong
⤷ yourbff me after one inconvenience
⤷ yourusername STOP
user1 girl the plane just landed
user2 boyfriend where are you
user3 i understand, uni is hard
⤷ yourusername thank you
⤷ user4 this is NOT about uni
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onedirection Don’t the guys look great? #1dmoviepremiere 1DHQ x
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user1 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
user2 harry is glowinggg
⤷ user3 his mind is definitely on someone
user4 irish king
user5 tomlinson supremacy
user6 liam carry yourself king
simoncowell Not bad, boys. Not bad at all. ❤️ by creator
⤷ user7 🤮🤮🤮
user8 zayn showing up healed me
user9 ❤️❤️❤️
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yourinstagram hello new york
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user1 oh we know why you’re there
harrystyles Yayyyyy. ❤️ by creator
yourbff im in your suitcase
⤷ yourusername hope you packed snacks at least
user2 first stop his hotel
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1ddaily Y/n L/n via Instagram Stories!
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user1 who let them be this cute
⤷ user2 the city of new york enabled them
⤷ user1 we’re just victims at this point
user3 he looks happy so i accept it
user4 pr relationship
⤷ user5 SHUT UPPP
user6 THIS IS ENDGAME BEHAVIOUR
user7 he deserves this kind of happiness
user8 Handsome 🥰🥰🥰
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yourusername i met taylor and im trying to recover
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yourbff you met THE taylor swift
⤷ yourusername YES I AM
⤷ user1 he introduced you didnt he
user2 gorg!!! ❤️ by creator
user3 supporting your man
user4 we know who you came for
user5 you didnt fly for NOTHING
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tmz Y/n L/n pulled up to the VMAs to watch all the artists, but sources say she was especially there for Harry Styles 👀
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user1 and taylor swift
⤷ user2 lmao 😭
user3 he definitely looked for her
user4 eyes only on one man
user5 she’s craving for headlines so baddd
⤷ user6 attending an award show = craving headlines now?
user7 couples supporting each other >>
user8 the concept of flew across the ocean for your bf vma
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Summary: Harry wakes you up in the morning with something on his mind…though he’s going to take awhile to get to it.
Words: 1.7k
Warnings: smut, edging, use of toys, fem!reader, denial of orgasm, praise kink, bit of dom!h
"Fuck." You moaned, drawing out the end of the word, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your knees were being held against your chest, not by you, your arms were too weak at this point to do anything but clutch the sheets around you.
You didn't plan on being in this situation in the early hours of the morning, but you woke up with lips grazing your neck, and a cuddly Harry clinging onto you, you knew he had something on his mind.
"M'gonna cum, Harry." You breathlessly moaned out, body squirming and writhing.
He continued to slowly lap at your puffy, slick core, which he had been doing for the past thirty minutes. He claimed the slow movements were for you, but you knew they were for him. He loved watching you squirm and whine out, knowing he was going to take a long time to get you to your orgasm.
Harry pulled away without warning, the sudden absence of his tongue making you gasp in frustrated confusion. Your thighs clenched instinctively, chasing the heat that had vanished too soon. His fingers, which had been holding you open so perfectly, now trailed up your stomach with deliberate slowness, leaving goosebumps on your arms.
"Harry," You whined, hips bucking against the air. "What the fuck?"
"We're going to wait, sweet girl." His voice was low, almost amused, as he pressed a kiss to your trembling thigh before rising from the bed.
"Harry," You whined in disbelief, propping yourself up on your elbows, watching his bare back disappear into the bathroom. "Where are you going?"
The bathroom door clicked shut behind him, leaving you sprawled across the sheets, thighs still trembling. The faucet turned on and you heard him humming a song, asshole, as if he hadn’t just left you dripping and desperate. You dug your nails into the mattress, resisting the urge to slide your hand between your legs, even as your pulse throbbed there, aching.
The door creaked open again just enough for him to peek out, toothpaste foam smeared at the corners of his mouth. He pointed the toothbrush at you, sternly.
"And if you touch yourself," He said, voice muffled around the toothbrush, "I won’t let you cum. So be a good girl."
You closed your eyes and let your head fall back against the pillows, thighs pressed together in an attempt to relieve the throbbing between them. The sheets were damp beneath you, and you could feel the slickness of your own arousal coating your inner thighs.. Every breath you took was quick, and your fingers held on tighter to the fabric, to keep yourself from touching where you knew you couldn’t right now.
The water in the bathroom continued running, accompanied by the occasional spit of toothpaste into the sink. Your core ached, begging you to relieve it, so you slowly lowered your hand, at first only lightly brushing your cold fingers against your clit. You rubbed slow, featherlight circles around your swollen clit, just enough to send a jolt of pleasure up your spine but nowhere near enough to push you over the edge.
Then…..silence. The water shut off abruptly. Your fingers stopped instantly, heart hammering against your ribs as you waited for the creak of the bathroom door. But nothing came. Just Harry’s quiet chuckle from behind the door, like he knew, like he could fucking sense what you did across the room.
“Tsk tsk,” He murmured, voice dripping with a mock of disappointment.
You held your breath, fingers twitching where they hovered just above your clit…you were so close, so close.....but you forced yourself to pull away at the last second.
The water ran for another agonizing moment before shutting off. Silence. Then, the creak of the bathroom door swung open.
Harry walked back into the room, you didn’t dare look at him. The bed dipped as he climbed onto it, his fingers brushed yours, slow and deliberate, prying your clenched hand away from the sheets. Your pulse leapt into your throat.
"Did you touch yourself?" He asked, voice so gentle it made your stomach churn. The pad of his thumb stroked over your wrist. You could lie…you should lie.
"A little," You whispered. "J-just a little."
Harry’s lips curved into a smile, the kind that made your thighs press tighter together without meaning to. His grip on your wrist tightened just enough to keep you from squirming away as he lifted your fingers to his mouth. The first brush of his tongue against your fingertips sent a shockwave of heat straight to your core, his eyes never leaving yours as he dragged the flat of his tongue along the pads of your fingers, tasting the reminisce of arousal.
"Mmm," He hummed, closing his lips around your middle finger and sucking lightly. The vibration of his voice traveled straight to your clit, and you whimpered, hips jerking involuntarily. "Sweet girl," He murmured, releasing your finger with a soft pop. "Couldn’t even wait five minutes for me, could you?"
His palm pressed against your pussy with a rough, sudden pressure…not a slap, but the flatness of his hand grinding against you, the friction was brutal and perfect. You arched off the bed with a punched-out moan, thighs snapping shut around his wrist instinctively, but Harry didn’t pull away. Instead, he pressed harder, his fingers wide to drag your slickness in circles over your clit, the heel of his hand relentlessly digging into your sensitive folds.
“There you go.” Harry murmured, watching your face twist with overstimulated pleasure as his palm worked slowly. Your hips jerked up into the contact, chasing the pressure, but he adjusted the angle just enough to keep you teetering on the edge. “Fuck, look at you…so fucking pretty when you’re desperate.”
Harry’s palm stilled abruptly, his touch gentling as he smoothed the damp hair from your forehead.
"You okay?" He murmured, his voice sincere, wanting to make sure you were still okay with his antics. You managed a weak nod, your throat too tight to speak, and his lips curved into that slow, knowing smile.
"Don’t worry, honey," He whispered. "I’ll let you cum."
You heard the rattle of the nightstand drawer, the clatter of something plastic being knocked aside. Your breath hitched when his hand reappeared, a pink vibrator in hand. He clicked it on, letting it sit on the lowest setting.
Harry didn’t rush. He dragged the tip of the vibrator down your stomach, until it hovered just above your clit, but not close enough to relieve the ache. You whimpered, hips lifting instinctively, but he tutted, pressing his free hand flat against your abdomen to hold you down.
"Patience"
The vibrator skimmed over your clit so lightly you barely felt it, just a little teasing before Harry yanked it away.
Your breathing stopped for a moment, but he only smirked, quickly setting the vibrator to the highest setting, and placing it back on your clit. The violent buzz made you yelp, back arching as the vibrations punched through your oversensitive nerves.
Then, just as quickly, he dropped it back to low, which left you gasping, thighs shaking with the aftershocks.
"Harry," You begged, voice cracking, fingers scrabbling at the sheets. "Please...please, I want to cum...please."
Harry didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned back, watching you with a smile as he dragged the vibrator down the inside of your thigh.
“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” He admired, voice low and rough. The vibrator dipped between your thighs, the tip brushing against your soaked entrance for half a second before he pulled back, leaving you clenching around nothing.
The vibrator clicked off before Harry tossed it to the side. Your breath hitched, as his fingers replaced the plastic, slowly tracing your soaked folds. His fingers dipped inside you barely an inch, just enough to make your walls flutter around him, before exiting. Again. Again. He purposely avoided direct pressure on your g-spot, teasing but never giving you what you needed.
He was now fully leaning over you, his other hand feeling your body up, while his lips caressed your entire neck.
“Fuck,” He muttered, lips skimming up your neck. You clenched onto his bicep with one armand lightly bit down on the shoulder in front of you. “You wanna mark me up, sweet girl? Gonna make sure everyone knows who I belong to?”
You couldn’t answer him, your mind was too foggy, so you just let out another moan. Harry chuckled, low and rough, his lips trailing down to your pulse point.
"Okay, sweetheart. You've been so fucking good for me." He grabbed the vibrator he threw to the side. This time, he didn’t tease. "You can cum."
He continued to finger you, this time hitting your g-spot fast and hard, causing you to uncontrollably scream out and writhe in pleasure. The vibrator pressed against your clit on the highest setting, with a similar pressure.
“Harry…Harry, fuck-” Your voice cracked, back arching off the mattress as the pleasure surged through your veins. Your nails dug into his bicep, hard enough to leave indents in his skin, but he didn’t flinch. He just watched you with strong intent, as your body tensed and squirmed.
Your eyes stayed tightly shut as your orgasm ripped through you with a force that left your body aching. A high cry escaped from your throat. Your hips jerked uncontrollably, riding out the waves as warmth gushed between your thighs, soaking Harry’s fingers and the sheets beneath you. The vibrator against your clit sent aftershocks sparking through your nerves, dragging the pleasure out until it was borderline painful.
Your body sagged into the mattress, like you were all of a sudden boneless. The vibrator slipped from Harry’s grip, clattering onto the sheets as your thighs clamped shut instinctively, oversensitive and twitching. He gently removed his finger, letting your body adjust to the sudden emptiness.
“Jesus Christ,” Harry murmured, voice thick with awe. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your heaving sternum, then another just below your collarbone, easing you in the aftermath of your climax. “Look at you.” His palm smoothed over your stomach, grounding you as your breath evened out. “So fucking perfect. Took it so well, sweet girl.”
Doncaster’s Louis Tomlinson and Holmes Chapel’s Harry Styles
TW: Uhhh there's a lot. It's pure smut. Face-fucking, M/M penetration, Oral M receiving, Oral F receiving, Slightly public? Threesome, S/D dynamics, Minor sadomasochism (hair pulling mainly), gagging, I probably forgot something. It's based off of Larry and Heated Rivalry, I don't know what you expect. Minors DNI, or at least don't tell me you're a minor who read it. (Yes someone's done that.)
You were trying to qualify for the Olympics in figure skating. You had been practicing for AGES, practically 24/7. And now that the hockey season was about to begin you found yourself sharing the ice with a bunch of sweaty meatheads. Today was no different. You went out, did your routine, and suddenly your music cut off right in the middle of a leap. It threw you, and you ended up falling out of said leap, probably bruising your hip.
“What the hell are you DOING?!” You yell to the man dressed in head to toe hockey gear standing behind the bench, lifting one foot onto the seat, lacing his skates.
“Sorry princess, it’s hockey season, we need the ice. You understand? I’m sure the skating rink down the road would be glad to have you,”. He had a thick British accent but you couldn’t place where from.
You scoff at him, placing your hands behind you in an effort to push yourself up and get off the ice. Another man from the team skates slowly over to you, extending his hand, "ignore him. He's a major douche who doesn't know when (or how) to be a gentleman,"
"Thank you," You say grabbing his extended hand.
"Any time, my name's Harry," Harry... Harry... you tilt your head to the side thinking that the name sounded familiar but you couldn't quite place it. He laughs "Harry Styles, yes, I know, I'm all over the news lately but I promise you I'm just a normal guy. Louis on the other hand," he gestures over to the man who had previously told you to stay off of the ice, "I don't know if I can say the same. All of the sports channels seem to worship him as well, and well I can't quite get behind that one..."
"I don't know how you play with him. How long do you spend with him?"
"well, it's about 9 months straight of practice, games, and travel in between so across those 9 months it's almost 24/7"
"Well, good luck I guess, I see him glaring at me, so I suppose I should go let the men get back to business," you skate over to the bench, hastily untie and pull your skates off, throwing them in your gym bag and leaving the arena.
Yo still couldn't get over just how rude he was to you. You had stopped for coffee, responded to a couple emails, and got a quick bite to eat. You realized that you left your water bottle behind almost immediately after leaving but you were NOT about to re-enter that arena when that team was there. Shortly after you walked off the ice, the entire team, led by Mr. Douchebag himself, practically sprinted onto the ice. 2 hours was enough time, right? It's just a practice and the season hadn't technically started yet, surely they'd be done? You begrudgingly return to the arena, noticing that thankfully all of the lights were off besides the dim emergency lights that always stayed on. You let out a sigh of relief, letting yourself back into the building.
Almost immediately you spot your bright pink Stanley sitting nicely in the penalty box, no doubt moved by one the aforementioned meatheads.
"I guess I can throw my skates in my locker while I'm here, since I'll be back in the morning, I don't really feel like lugging them around all night anyways," you whisper to yourself. Thinking out loud was your one bad habit, but one you couldn't break no matter how hard you tried.
Unlocking your lock you hear faint noise. You shrug it off thinking that you're being paranoid since it's dark and dark arenas always gave you the creeps. "Ugh I have got to get out of here..." and you make your way down the hallway towards the back exit. As you approach the door you swear it sounds like someone's in the men's locker room. "Hello?" you shout not wanting to lock anyone in by mistake. "Hello? Is anyone here?" With no response you decide to go investigate, mentally cursing Louis if you get murdered by a ghost since he's the reason you forgot your water bottle in the first place. But you don't see a ghost, instead you see Louis, bent over the bench, completely naked, and Harry pounding into him from behind. You should leave, you should really leave, but a minute goes by, and then two, and then you're watching Harry coat Louis' back and toweling himself off.
"Clean yourself up," Harry says throwing the towel aggressively at Louis who responds with nothing more than a "yes, sir," a complete antithesis to the personalities you experienced earlier.
Harry moves towards his locker, sliding his shirt over his head,
"Wait," Louis stops him, grabbing the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head again, "Do I have to beg?" He leans in kissing Harry, places his hands around his neck, Harry moving to grab his waist, hands settling wrapped around him at the base of his spine.
"I should go..."
"Shh," Harry says breaking the kiss, "I thought I heard something..." Shit, there goes the thinking out loud again. What do you do, do you say something?
"I'm so sorry," you say covering your eyes and stepping around the corner, "I didn't see anything but I was just checking to see if anyone was here because I heard voices and I didn't want to lock the door and have one of-"
"Hey it's the girl from earlier, I remember you..." Louis says accent thick, voice exhausted. "Stop lying to us, you've clearly been there a while, if you like what you see, stop being shy and get your little ass over here and join us,"
"Louis!" Harry snaps, "I am so sorry, he loses his filter when he's high and..." He trails off, the both of them now wrapped in a towel.
You slowly remove your hand from over your eyes, "She doesn't mind. Look at the look in her eyes Harry, she loves every word I'm saying. She wants us both to pound into her at the same time. Or maybe she wants to feel me pounding into her while she has her lips wrapped around your cock..." Louis is staring into your eyes, Harry smirking slightly but avoiding eye contact with you. You couldn't help the heat you felt in your stomach, the goosebumps on your arms, the wetness between your legs. Is he right? "Or maybe she's shy and she just wants to watch..." he drops his towel at that moment exposing everything, now at a direct angle. He's in full view, and even in the dim locker room lighting, you can tell just how muscular he is. The definition of his abs, the deepness of his V-line, and by god his cock was massive, and he wasn't even fully erect yet.
Harry chuckles "I think you're right Lou, I'm pretty sure she just licked her lips..." Did you? You're pulled from your brief embarrassment when you see him also drop his towel on the ground. Now, the two hottest men you have ever seen are standing in front of you, with their cocks on full display, and you didn't know what to say. You attempt to speak, but no sound comes out. "Come here Lou." Harry demands, "on your knees, and show this pretty girl what we do after games,"
"Yes, sir" Louis says, kneeling in front of Harry, looking into his eyes as he wraps his lips around his cock. Harry grabs a fist of his hair, and begins slowly fucking his face.
"Do you like what you see, love?" Harry asks you, careful not to let his attention stray from the task at hand. "Words." He demands, and you're not sure why, but you find yourself wanting to follow his orders. Following the orders of a man that you have just met is turning you on more than you ever wanted it to.
"Y-y-y-yes" you stammer.
"Good girl. Now show us how much you love it..."
"What?"
"Touch yourself," He demands, fist still wrapped in Louis' hair. At this point he was treating him more like an object than a person, but Louis seemed to enjoy it.
You slowly pull your leggings down, placing your hand between your thighs. Harry sighs, releasing Louis' mouth from him. "No, darling, like you mean it. Sit." For some reason, you oblige. "Louis, show her how it's done," You feel the cold locker room floor beneath you as Louis gently pushes you into a laying position, taking your leggings all the way off. He peels your soaking wet panties off with his teeth and throws them somewhere to the side.
"Now, don't be shy, love, make yourself feel good. Do whatever it is that pretty little cunt of yours enjoys," Louis says causing your breath to hitch, and you make no move. Paralyzed with either nervousness or confusion, you weren't really sure, you just knew you were overwhelmed. "What's the matter love?" He whispers directly into your ear. "Need a jump start?" and before you can respond his hands are grabbing your thighs, tight, pressing curved nail marks into them as he buries his head between your legs. You can't help but release a moan as he flicks your clit with his tongue. He starts off slow, alternating between swirling it and lapping at it with his entire tongue. When you manage to keep your eyes open longer than one second you notice Harry, standing beside you, pumping himself. He is stood directly next to you with his cock directly over your face, giving you the perfect view.
"L-l-l-louis-" you stammer, but his pace only quickens.
"Shhhhhhh," Harry coos, still working himself, quickening his own pace as well, "Just sit there and look pretty. Lou will take care of you..." You feel your cheeks get hot, the room around you starts to feel fuzzy, and you lose your focus. Subconsciously you grab Louis' hair with your right hand, sitting up slightly, supporting your back with your left. You want to clench your legs, you try, but he is holding them open with his entire strength. You feel your release wash over you, coating his tongue. He continues to lap at your clit as you ride the comedown. "Good girl..." Harry whispers, finding his own release, painting your face with streaks of his cum.
Louis crawls up you, kisses you deeply, and begins to lick every drop of Harry's warm cum off of your face. "Delicious," He groans.
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Moments later, just when think you finally have your wits about you, Harry makes his way over to you, kissing you aggressively, and pulls your shirt over your head. He smiles, biting the top of your breast that is peeking out above your lace bra. He whispers into your ear as he unclips it, "Now, we can't forget about poor Lou, can we?"
"No," you say, finally able to find your voice "we can't"
"Exactly," he says letting your bra fall to the floor, exposing your large breasts. "Why don't you be a good girl for him and go wrap your lips around his cock..."
Louis is kneeling in front of you, and you make your way to him, padding across the floor, no doubt looking like a dog in heat. "I love the look in your eyes, love," he says lining himself up with your mouth. "I'll go easy on you..." he whispers letting you set the pace. You lick up and down his shaft, analyzing every vein with your tongue, peppering it with kisses before finally taking him all the way in, gagging yourself in the process. "Holy fuck," he moans running his hands through your hair.
Harry kneels behind you, grabbing your hips, inserting himself roughly into you. "Don't worry, baby, just sit there and look pretty, we'll take care of the rest," Harry pumps himself aggressively into you, the motion causing you to gag on Louis cock with every thrust. Harry reaches around between you and circles your clit with firm pressure from his thumb.
"God, I'm close. If you keep moaning around my cock like that I-" you feel Louis spill down your throat. You swallow it all, hungrily, like it's the best thing you've ever tasted, and it just might be. You feel yourself nearing your own release, Louis pulling himself out, replacing his cock with his thumb pulling your bottom lip down. "That's it, baby..." he groans out, and you can't hold it back anymore. You feel Harry releasing himself inside of you as you reach your own orgasm.
"God, your pretty little noises, and you clenching around me... I couldn't hold back," Harry says slowly pulling out of you, his cock covered in proof of your pleasure. He kisses the base of your spine, standing up, as Louis extends his hand to help you onto your own feet.
"I really need to shower..." Louis says breaking the silence, and you chuckle.
"I feel bad for the janitor...." Harry says moving the shower curtain back to start the water.
"Room for 3?" You tease gesturing towards the shower stall.
how each harry era/au reacts to him having to work on valentines day :(
features every irl harry era plus boxerry, ceorry, royalrry, unirry, & mafiarry
cherry on top: this is so cute, i really want to do more of these eras based ones!! also i'm sorry if this is actually hot garbage (especially towards the end), i'm quite sick and was trying to finish a draft to get something posted for you guys
as always, header was made on canva by me, and both dividers were made by @saradika-graphics <3
2010-2012
he is so genuinely upset that valentine’s day falls on a workday.
like, sits on the edge of the hotel bed staring at the floor upset.
he probably buys you something small and sweet at an airport shop (teddy bear, heart shaped chocolates, etc) because that’s all he could find/had time to get and he’s panicking.
calls you the second he gets a free moment, pacing the hallway, whispering because someone from their team keeps walking by.
he definitely says “happy valentine’s day” about twenty times on the call, just to make sure you hear him.
he also sends you a very long text afterwards apologizing for not being there, promising “next year I’ll be home, okay?”
you can tell he hates that this life is already intruding on your relationship.
and he’s terrified you’ll get tired of it.
2013
valentine’s day lands during a run of performances and interviews and album promotion while he’s running on zero sleep.
honestly? he probably forgets what day it is until louis or niall says something like “have you called y/n yet?”
he immediately feels terrible and very much tries to overcompensate.
he'd tell promise you that he’ll make it up to you.
this ends up being him flying out a few days later and showing up unannounced to surprise you.
probably got your parents/roommate to sneak him in one morning while you're still asleep so he could wake you up.
all in all, you can feel how much he cares, even if he's a nineteen year old running on fumes and adrenaline all the time.
2014-2016
he’s on tour or in the studio and already feels stretched thin.
he'd have flowers delivered to your home right around the time he knows you wake up, and made reservations for you and your best friend to go have a nice lunch together.
later that night (or at least nighttime for whatever time zone he's in) he would call you from his hotel room, exhausted but still wanting needing to hear your voice.
that honestly has nothing to do with the holiday.
he does that on random tuesdays, too.
he would talk about how weird it is to be surrounded by thousands of people but still feel lonely without you there.
he feels a lot of guilt here. he knows this lifestyle is demanding, and he hates that it costs him moments like this.
he promises a private valentine’s day for just the two of you the second he got back.
this is also likely one of the many triggers for him to first start seriously considering if the demanding/exhausting schedule from management is worth it.
2017-2018
he sends you a voice note for you to wake up to instead of a text.
“this doesn’t mean you come second. just means today is a little more complicated than normal”
if he's at the studio, then he facetimes you to play a few unreleased things on guitar, just strumming quietly while the two of you talk about random things.
if he has a show, he facetimes you beforehand to show you his outfit, then admits how bittersweet of a situation it is.
"this is what i've always wanted, but it's a little difficult to enjoy it tonight without you here"
2019-2020
if the reason you can't be apart is because of quarantine/flight restrictions, this almost hurts even worse.
because there is literally no guarantee of the next day he's allowed to get a flight back home to you.
since there isn't much else to do, though, he decides to attempt to do the best he can.
you spend a lot of the day on facetime together, having to occasionally rotate between devices because the current one keeps dying.
you spend a bit trying to perfectly time hitting play on a movie at the same time, so you could virtually watch it together, but it only sort of works.
"oh shit, it was him the whole time?" "harry!"
eventually, you end up cooking separate dinners together, laughing while you both have wine, and he doesn't end the call until you've passed out next to your laptop on your bed.
2021-2023
he hates missing valentine’s day, but he handles it with maturity now.
he still tries to make you feel included, sending you things throughout the day.
photos, voice notes, etc.
he never wants you to feel like the distance changes how much he loves you.
he already has a full list of surprises planned for you the first night he gets home.
"we can even fly somewhere for a few days, if you want"
everyone knows how much he loves italy, but he loves it even more when you get to go with him.
"amalfi coast? or maybe even lake como? literally anywhere in sicily would be beautiful"
but honestly, you two could just get wine drunk on the couch and he'd still say it was the best valentine's ever.
2024-2026
honestly this would probably be the first time in years he’s actually home, or mostly home, on valentine’s day.
but if he does end up getting a call that he needs to run to the studio for a bit, he’s visibly annoyed about it.
he's more protective of his time nowadays, especially when it's supposed to be time reserved for you.
but still, he happily makes breakfast for you before leaving. even if he has to rush a little bit, he still takes the time to cook your favorite and have a few bites with you.
he'd kiss your forehead, cheek, then lips before reassuring you "we'll still celebrate properly later"
even if he still ended up having to work a few hours, you feel prioritized in a way you didn’t always feel before.
boxerry
valentine’s day lands smack in the middle of an intense training schedule, so everything is strict.
diet, sleep, etc.
he hates it. hates that he can’t take you out, hates that he can’t even eat half the things you’d normally share.
he lets you sit with him while he tapes his hands, resting his forehead against your shoulder.
he brings you to the gym early before anyone else shows up.
he lets you sit on the bench while he trains, catching your eye in the mirror every so often.
would say something teasing like "not a typical valentine’s, huh?"
you’ve never felt more included in his world, even if it means he has to train on a day that was supposed to be just for the two of you.
he splits his protein bar with you, and honestly that's the most romantic thing a boxer on a diet could ever do.
ceorry
valentine’s day lands during back to back meetings, investors flying in, and important deals closing.
he warns you in advance that the day will be hectic, and hates that he has to say it.
he still makes sure you wake up to flowers and a short but sweet handwritten note.
"can't wait to see you tonight, my love"
texts you whenever he gets a spare minute. quick, to the point, yet still affectionate.
when he finally gets home late, jacket off, tie loosened, he pulls you into a quiet hug and whispers "thank you for being patient with me"
he never takes your understanding for granted.
royalrry
the day's schedule is a full slate of obligations.
charity events, state dinners, public appearances, the works.
he hates how ceremonial everything feels on a day that’s supposed to be personal.
manages to find you for five stolen minutes between events, gloved hands squeezing yours and forehead pressed to yours.
"i'm sorry today isn’t mine to give you"
occasionally, he bends the rules.
makes a small but recognizable gesture in public. even if it's just standing closer, a lingering touch, a soft smile meant only for you.
it’s subtle, but everyone still notices.
later, he laughs about it with you.
for you two, valentine’s day has become finding ways to show your love without words.
unirry
you both have classes all day and barely see each other.
he probably sneaks into your lecture hall just to sit beside you for ten minutes, in return making him late for his own class.
he also takes any opportunity to walk you to your next class, holding hands like it’s the most important thing in the world.
on the other hand, if you go to different universities or one of you is studying abroad...
he definitely sendt you a package weeks in advance to make sure it arrived on time.
one of his sweaters, handwritten letter (because even though his handwriting sucks, he knows how much you prefer handwritten), your favorite snacks.
late night facetime calls from his room, his hair messy and textbooks everywhere.
"i don't need valentine's day to show you how much i love you, but i do still miss you a little extra today"
you fall asleep on the call together because neither of you want to hang up.
mafiarry
valentine’s day, of course, occurs during a dangerous time with territory disputes, threats, and eyes everywhere.
he makes the call to keep you away, even though it kills him.
“if i’m not near you, they can’t use you against me”
he sends no flowers, no gifts, because unfortunately anything traceable is too risky.
you don’t hear from him all day, the only confirmation you have of him being okay are the few updates you get out of his men watching you.
late that night, he finally calls.
“i should be with you. i know that”
you have a long talk about everything, about how to make this work, about his fears.
it's not the most romantic valentine's day ever, but it ends with the two of you learning how to have a relationship in his world.
which ultimately, isbthe most important part, as it creates the solid foundation for the time to come.
That’s a husband who packs snacks, a bottle of your fave water(because not all water is created equal), your headphones, your kindle as well as a paperback of one of your fave books for when you’re over looking at screens all in his carry on so you just have to worry about your neck pillow and phone for any and every flight the two of you take.
