CW: Smut (use of a sex toy), minor language, dirty talk, light banter and Harry is a menace
Word Count: 5.7K
A/N: I feel rusty when it comes to smut so this was a good opportunity to get back into the swing of things so if you wanted plot I’m sorry there really isn’t a lot 😂 but enjoy this little thing and feel free to let me know your thoughts!!✨
Summary: Harry misses you and uses making a video to your favorite song as a way to get you to visit him✨
You watch Harry’s eyes darken as they stare down at the open suitcase that’s situated on the edge of the bed in the hotel you’ll be staying in with him for a few nights, his teeth sink into his bottom lip as he reaches down and grabs an item he didn’t expect to see right when he unzipped your bag so he could help you unpack seeing as he’s already been in Amsterdam for a little over a week so he’s made himself at home in the sprawling suit that’s on the top floor of a luxury hotel in town. He had begged you to come visit him for a few days, sending you long over dramatic voice notes about how he can’t focus without you and needs his creative muse around, and while that was lovely and fed into the twisted part of yourself that craves hearing how miserable he is without you it wasn’t until he mentioned filming a music video for one of your favorite songs off his new album that you really started to take his requests for you to come see him more seriously.
It’s not as if you didn’t miss him as well, of course you did but you just know Harry and know he gets lonely very easily and it didn’t help that you had already planned on being with him at the start of his tour that kicks off in just two weeks so you didn’t see the need to come earlier until he tossed the dance no more video out like a shiny lure on the end of a fishing hook. Needless to say you were on a train to see him the very next day, he could barely contain his excitement when you told him to book you a ticket because he really felt a little off without having you just an arms length away. The two of you have been nearly inseparable during his break from music and to say Harry’s been struggling with the distance sometimes forced between the two of you due to his now hectic schedule is a massive understatement. So he plans on making the most out of your trip to see him and has already warned you that you’ll be lucky if he lets you out of his sight during the next few days, not that you’d ever care if he follows you around and is extra handsy because you’re well past getting used to his clingy behavior and now it’s something you encourage, loving the feeling of his sloppy kisses and grabby hands.
As Harry raises the object up and his eyes flicker over to where you’re sitting with your back resting against the headboard of the bed and your legs stretched out with your hands in your lap fiddling with the hem of your t shirt not feeling an ounce of embarrassment, you just give him a smile because you’ve never been one to shy away from telling him what you want or what you like, especially when it comes to the bedroom. He tears his eyes away from you and looks back over to the bright pink silicone dildo his long fingers are securely wrapped around and he can’t help but let out a laugh as he lightly shakes his head because while he might not have been expecting to find it resting so casually on top of your fancy black dress you brought for a night out, he can’t say he’s all that shocked you decided to bring it with you. The sound of his laughter sends a welcomed warm tingle down your spine, having missed being able to witness how his face manages to light up as the sound bubbles up from deep in his chest.
“You couldn’t have packed this in your toiletry bag or something?” He asks teasingly as he places it down on the bed beside your suitcase so he can move on to unpacking your clothes, not really caring in the slightest that you didn’t try to hide it by shoving it into a bag or cramming it into the bottom of your suitcase.
“No because then it would’ve taken you longer to find it.” Your answer has him looking at you with a raised brow as he pauses his movements, his hands let the silky material of your black dress slip through his fingers and land back into your suitcase when your lips curve upward into a smile that Harry knows means you’re up to something. “You always unpack my toiletries last.” You watch the wheels start to turn in his mind as you tell him a simple fact about the way he always goes about unpacking your bags, something he’s been doing for you ever since you went on your first trip together years ago because making sure you don’t have to lift a finger while he’s around is just one of the ways Harry likes to show you he cares about you.
“Oh I see.” He says with the beginnings of a smirk on his face as his eyes roam over your features, he lets them linger on your lips for a beat longer than he should before he brings them back up to meet your eyes. “And that would’ve been a problem? Not finding your pink—friend until later?” He asks making you give him a nod as you move so you can crawl the short distance to the edge of the bed until your suitcase is the only thing separating the two of you.
“It would’ve been tragic.” Harry holds back a chuckle as you poke out your bottom lip in a pout as you rise to your knees only an arms length away from him, the softness of the comforter feels nice on your skin and Harry can’t help himself from letting his eyes get their full of your plush thighs that your sad excuse for shorts leave exposed to him since they really only keep a small portion of your backside and your most intimate bits from being on display. “I would’ve had to sit and wait and-”
“You’ve never been good at waiting have you baby?” You roll your eyes at his question while he gives you a playful wink that you know is all an act because you’ve always been able to read Harry like one of your favorite books, easily seeing through the cocky and smug facade he tries to build up in moments like this and seeing the needy and sometimes desperate man hidden underneath.
“You’re not so good at it yourself.” You remind him to which he just gives you his sad attempt at a casual shrug as he looks down at your suitcase trying his hardest to act as if he doesn’t want to reach out and grab you so he can get the comforting feeling of your skin under his palms. “Besides it’s been-”
“Nine days.” He says finishing your sentence for you as his hands clench into fists at his sides. “It’s been nine days.” He repeats but this time with an added sigh, and when you watch him close his eyes and let out a deep breath through his nose you know he’s on the verge of coming undone because nine days apart is a record for the two of you and you’re honestly not sure how he’s managed to keep it so together for the past hour and a half you’ve been in the same room.
“Exactly—don’t you think we’ve waited long enough? I know you missed me and it’s been so hard for you but I’m here now.” Your voice doesn’t have even the smallest trace of playfulness to it, instead it’s soft and each word that rolls off your tongue has a sticky type of sweetness wrapped around it that seeps into the small cracks that have formed in Harry’s heart with every passing day he had to spend alone, mending it back together in a way that only you know how.
Before your brain can process what’s happening Harry has a hand on the side of your face only giving you time to blink before his lips are crashing into yours in a hungry and desperate kiss. You hear the sound of your suitcase crashing to the floor as Harry uses his free hand to slide it out of the way letting him have all the room he needs to pull you closer to him, your hands grab onto his face as his tongue slips into your mouth making him let out a small moan when he gets a taste of the mint gum you were chewing on earlier. Your eyes fall closed as you let yourself melt into Harry’s touch, having missed the feeling of being able to let him guide and move your body however he pleases because you know his pleasure is derived from your own so you enjoy the moments where you can turn your mind off and let him take control.
Harry can sense the subtle shift in you as your cheek presses into his palm that’s keeping you from getting too far away from him, he smiles against your lips when yours hands slide down the front of his t shirt until they end up back down at your sides. He uses his hold on you to gently urge you down onto your back, moving so he’s standing between your legs that are halfway hanging off the edge of the bed and he tries his hardest not to laugh at the frown that takes over your face as he pulls away from you so he can stand up. When you open your eyes you find Harry just staring at you, his bottom lip is tucked between his teeth as he lets his eyes freely roam over your body only pausing when they land on the waistband of your shorts.
“Need these off.” He says as he reaches his hands out, you automatically lift your hips so he can easily tug your shorts down your legs until they fall to the floor near his feet. “I’m gonna tell you what’s about to happen okay baby?” His voice is more relaxed now that he has his hands running up and down the tops of your thighs, when you reach your hands out for him Harry already knows what you want so he smiles as he moves a hand so it’s resting next to you letting him lean over and place a quick kiss to your lips.
“Okay I’m ready now.” Harry lets out a chuckle as he pulls away and you give him a grin. “What’s about to happen?” There’s an unmistakable giddiness to your voice as you stare up at Harry and it’s a reminder of how much trust you have in him, that the idea of him taking control not only relaxes you but brings you a sense of excitement because you know you don’t have to worry about anything when it comes to him.
“First I’m gonna take this off,” his hand softly pulls at the fabric of your t shirt making you nod as his eyes move down to your pink and yellow polkadot panties. “Then I’ll do my best to not rip these but-”
“Wait a minute-” Harry’s eyes instantly bounce up to lock with yours as you sit up onto your elbows with your brows scrunching together and a tiny hint of concern hiding behind the color of your eyes. “These are too cute to end up in shreds Harry just take them off now if you need to because I am not leaving here with less clothes than I came with okay?—I actually want to have the opposite problem.”
“The opposite problem?” He asks with a raised brow, you just give him a nod before you sit up just enough so you can pull your t shirt up over your head so you can toss it to the side along with your bra making Harry bite back a smile at how eager you are.
“Yes I want to leave with more clothes and things than I came with.” You answer with a smile as one of Harry’s hands slides up from the side of your thigh to your hip. “I know you like spending money on me—you like the looks people make when you hand me your shiny black credit card and tell me to have fun.”
It’s no secret that one of the many things Harry likes about his relationship with you is knowing he can offer you a lifestyle none of your previous boyfriends could, it makes it a bit more exciting for him when he does something for you that you didn’t expect simply because you’re not used to being taken care of the way Harry takes care of you. He knows you’d still be with him if he was broke or worked a normal job because none of the extra stuff really means anything to you but still, he likes to spoil you in any kind of way you’ll let him.
And it’s true, he enjoys the sideways glances and small gasps of shock whenever he just appears in a store you’ve been shopping around in just to pay the bill before giving you a kiss and rushing off to his next meeting or studio session before anyone can really put together who it was that just swiped their card and left. He gets a bit of a rush of satisfaction anytime he gets to flaunt his wealth, not getting the opportunity very often since he runs in a very small circle of people who don’t discuss things like money so he feels a small twinge of pride in his chest when he gets to simply show up, hand you his card without even bothering to look or ask you what the total is all while you smother his face in kisses and mumble a few thank yous against his neck.
“Well if you already planned on doing some shopping-” your eyes narrow into a glare as you watch Harry stand up so he can slide his thumbs under the waistband of your panties. “Add another pair of these to the list.” You let out a huff that he knows is all for show as you let yourself fall back onto the bed making Harry laugh as he does exactly what you knew he would, rips the thin fabric with a simple tug that subtly shows off how little effort it takes him to turn the pretty pair of panties into a useless pile of fabric.
“I don’t know how I didn’t see that coming—should’ve known you’d say something annoying like that.”
“You really should’ve.” Harry teases as he leans over you, a hand on either side of your head with a look that’s a mixture of love and something hungrier on his face that has your heart doing flips in your chest. “Now can we get back to what I was saying or do you have anymore silly requests like don’t pull your hair or keep the lights on while-”
“I asked you to keep the lights on one time because we had just watched that scary movie about the thing that lives in the shadows and-”
“And what? You thought I’d let some creepy creature get you while I had you bent over the bathtub?”
“Well I mean you were a little preoccupied so how would you even have noticed if there was a creepy thing in there with us? Especially since you only had on the vanity lights.” It’s moments like this, when the two of you are in such intimate positions but having extremely normal conversations that get to Harry the most because it’s just another thing that solidifies the fact he’s finally found his person and it’s you. “But I guess you would’ve gotten eaten first so I would’ve had a decent chance at getting away.” You add with a smile as you reach up and run a hand through Harry’s hair, as you stare up at him you can’t help but feel a strong sense of desire for the man hovering over you because in this moment the comfort level the two of you have with each other serves as a different type of turn on, knowing he isn’t in a any sort of rush so he can take the time to indulge in silly conversations with you just makes you want him that much more.
“Exactly you would’ve been fine.” He tells you softly as he leans down and presses his lips against yours for a quick little kiss. “Now are you ready to listen?” He asks between kisses down your jaw, your hands grab onto his shoulders as you give him a nod.
“Yes I’m ready to listen.” You tell him already knowing he needs more from you than a simple nod, you feel him smile against the skin of you neck making a shiver run down your spine from his stubble rubbing against the sensitive skin.
“Yeah? You’re ready to be a good girl now?” You swallow thickly as he lifts his head just enough so his eyes can find yours, the anticipation of what he has in store for you has your mind racing and your insides buzzing.
“Yes.” A grin spreads across Harry’s face as he presses a quick kiss to your forehead before he slowly starts to kiss and lick his way down the length of your body, only stopping just an inch or two past your belly button.
“I know you brought this for a reason.” You look down at him as he reaches a hand out so he can grab the pink toy resting on the end of the bed. “You want to tell me why or should I just take a guess?” He asks as he keeps one hand on your hip so you don’t get the familiar pout on your face at the complete lack of contact when he stands up making your arms fall off his shoulders and down to your sides landing on the soft comforter of the bed.
“I want you to use it on me—please.” Harry nods as he soothingly runs the pad of his thumb up and down the soft skin of your hip helping your body relax just a bit.
“Okay—since you asked so nicely.” You can’t help the giggle that falls out of your mouth at the little wink he shoots you before he looks away from your face and down to the glistening mess between your legs. “Can’t even use your own toy properly can you baby? It’s like you need me to do everything for you.” Your eyes snap closed when you feel Harry teasingly drag the tip of your dildo up and down your slick folds making you clench around nothing. “After I get you off with this I’m going to make you come on my cock over and over until all that pretty little mind of yours can think about is me—how’s that sound baby? Does that sound good?” His eyes flicker up to your face as you bite down on your bottom lip when he slowly pushes the tip of your pink silicone toy into you, he smiles when your hands grip the sheets at your sides when he pushes it in just a bit more.
“Y—yes.” Is all you’re able to say before a soft moan slips past your lips and it has Harry quirking a brow as he moves his hand down from your hip to the outside of your knee.
“Yes what?” He asks as he gently grabs at your leg so he can place it over his shoulder letting him inch the pink toy deeper into you, allowing you to feel it’s soft ridges press against your warm wet walls. “Answer me sweetheart—yes what?”
“Yes that—that sounds good.” You say with a loud moan as Harry uses his grip on the base of the toy to push it all the way in until you feel the side of his hand pressing against you. “Sounds so—so good.” You mumble as Harry looks down and lets out a rough sounding groan at the sight before him.
“I think pink is your color baby.” His voice is deep as he starts to pull the toy out, licking his lips as he sees the familiar sheen of your arousal clinging to the pink silicone, he only lets it get half way before pushing it back in making you moan his name as he repeats the same motion a few more times. “I mean it—your needy little cunt looks so good getting fucked with this pretty pink toy of yours.” You feel your hips try and match the steady pace Harry has set as his free hand keeps a firm grip on the side of your leg that’s over his shoulder, the gentle pull and push of the toy as it slides in and out of your center has your body craving more.
“Harry I-” your words get cut off by a loud moan when you open your eyes and find Harry staring at you as he turns his head and starts kissing down the inside of your leg, leaning down just enough so he can lightly nibble on the soft flesh of the inside of your thigh while he quickens the pace of his hand that’s wrapped around the base of your toy, the new angle letting him get it a bit deeper than before. “Oh god.” You moan as you feel his hand slide down your thigh and up over your hip until the pad of his thumb is rubbing tight circles over your clit.
“Come on baby—be a good girl and make a mess all over your pretty little toy.” He coos sweetly as his eyes lock with yours, you watch a smug looking smirk work its way onto his face as he adds more pressure to your bundle of nerves earning him a loud cry of his name, your back arches and your grip on the sheets tightens and you swear there’s some sort of glittery haze surrounding Harry as you feel the pressure in your lower belly finally snap.
“Hear that baby?” Harry asks as he continues his quick pace, plunging the silicone toy in and out of your soaked hole making a squelching sound fill the room as he helps you ride out your climax. “That’s the sound of you doing what you’re told—being a good girl and making a pretty mess everywhere.” You smile at his words of praise, feeling your arousal starting to drip down onto the bed but you know by the pleased grin on Harry’s face it’s exactly what he wanted.
You try to catch your breath as Harry gently moves your leg off his shoulder after giving the inside of your knee a quick kiss that you know is just to distract you from the feeling of him slowly sliding your pink toy out of your soaked center. There’s a flash of something in Harry’s eyes as he looks over at you and before you can open your mouth to ask him what’s wrong he’s bringing your arousal covered toy up to his mouth and licking it from where he hand is gripping the base all the way to the tip. The sight of him licking your toy clean of your juices has your thighs trying to squeeze together but Harry keeps them spread open with his body nestled between them.
“Couldn’t just let that go to waste.” He explains as he places the toy down on the bed. “You okay? Need anything?” He asks as he starts to pull his shirt up over his head letting you get a good view of his well defined chest and stomach that has you practically drooling.
“Just you.” Harry smiles at your answer as you watch him unbutton his pants and shimmy them down his legs along with his boxers, not bothering to make a show out of getting undressed because he thinks the two of you have waited long enough so no need to prolong it with a striptease that would more than likely end up with him getting a foot stuck in his pants and falling over.
“I’m all yours baby just gotta tell me how you want me.” His voice is strained as he wraps a hand around his painfully hard cock, you sit up and scoot down to the edge of the bed and pat the spot next to you.
“Want to ride you.” You tell him excitedly making him let out a small chuckle as he sits on the edge of the bed, his hands grab onto your hips as you move to straddle his lap placing one knee on either side of his thighs. When you feel the tip of his cock at your entrance you take in a deep breath and grab onto his shoulders, Harry’s hands give your hips a loving squeeze as your eyes lock with his green ones.
“Take your time love—there’s no rush.” He reminds you as you slowly start exhale through your nose as you begin to lower yourself down onto him, his lips places kisses to the tops of your shoulders as the all too familiar sting that comes with your body trying to adjust to the size of Harry’s thick shaft pulses through you. “Missed you so much baby.” He mumbles against your neck as you pause only lowered halfway down his cock, needing to allow yourself a moment to breathe before taking the rest of him into your tight cunt since it’s been nine whole days since you’ve gotten to be in a position like this so you want to savor it just a bit.
“Don’t wanna do that again—nine days is too long to be without you.” His voice is low and you feel his hold on your hips tighten as you continue to lower yourself down until you’re taking in the last inches of him making a muffled groan escape him as he rests his forehead on your shoulder.
“I missed you too.” You say with a sigh as he lifts his head up so he can look you in the eyes. “I love you.” You tell him as his hands come up and cup the sides of your face.
“I love you too.” His lips are on yours before you can even smile at how quickly he responds, you swallow down Harry’s moan as you lift yourself up so just the tip of Harry’s cock is snug inside your went center and then lower yourself back down with a quick drop. Your hands tangle into his hair as your tongue licks into his mouth, one of his hands slides down to the side of your neck as your hips start to find a rhythm, it’s as if a flip has been switched inside your body and muscle memory takes over as you bounce on Harry lap. Your knees dig into the plush mattress and your head tilts back as your swollen clit rubs against the patch of hair at the base of Harry’s cock creating a delicious friction, Harry wastes no time in attaching his mouth to your exposed neck, licking and sucking at the skin until he’s satisfied with the blotchy red marks that he knows will be a dark purple color by the end of the day.
“My cock is better than your little toy isn’t it love?” He asks as he gives the side of your neck a squeeze, you let out a loud cry of his name as he bucks his hips letting the tip of his cock nudge the spot deep inside you that makes your toes curl.
“Yes your—your cock is so much better.” You pant as Harry gives you a few harsh thrusts of his hips. “I missed it so fucking much—oh god.” Harry looks down as you start to squeeze and pulse around him, he lets out a groan as he watches his thick shaft disappear into your needy hole as you expertly bounce on him. “Harry I’m—oh fu-Harry.” Your vision goes blurry as Harry’s arms wrap around you and in a quick movement you’re being lifted up and then your back is being pressed into the mattress, you let Harry’s strong hands move you around until your legs are wrapped around his middle and you can barely catch your breath before he starts thrusting his cock in and out of you at a brutal pace.
“Fuck baby you feel so good.” Harry groans as your walls start to clench around him, your heels dig into his lower back as his name falls out of your mouth. “Needed this so bad—you have no idea how much I’ve missed your pussy baby you always feel so perfect when you’re wrapped around me like this.” He tells you as he keeps up the quick pace of his thrust, he watches your eyes fall closed as you start to come undone around him. Your mouth opens but no sound comes out as Harry continues to work you through your orgasm, your hands white knuckle the sheets as your back arches making Harry lean down and place a hand next to your head while his other one grips the outside of your leg chasing his own release.
“Look at me baby—wanna see your eyes please need those pretty eyes.” Harry says between kisses all over your face, he feels your body relax as he pulls away just in time to see your eyes slowly peel themselves open and the smile that you give him has his heart pounding in his chest as you reach out and cup his face in your hands.
“Your eyes are pretty too.” All Harry can do is smile at your half mumbled words, he feels his stomach tighten and when you use your legs and pull him closer to you while your hands bring him down for a kiss he can’t hold himself back any longer and with a few quick thrusts he’s spilling his warm load deep inside you making you smile as your name tumbles out of his mouth when he pulls away.
“Holy fuck—you’re so perfect baby I love you so much.” You giggle as Harry nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his stubble tickles your skin as he tries to catch his breath.
“I love you too.” You whisper into his ear as your hands run up and down his back, neither of you ready to move just yet because you’ve spent nine days apart so you want to let the moment last as long as you can before separating.
“I think I broke your suitcase.” You let out a laugh as Harry lifts his head up and looks down at the floor and sure enough your suitcase is sprawled out on the ground with a wheel missing having rolled under the bed after Harry shoved it to the floor to get it out of the way.
“That’s okay—it was yours anyway.”
“Okay so just have fun and get comfortable with the microphone—twirl it around or do whatever feels good to you in the moment.” Harry nods as the director of the dance no more music video gives him a little bit of direction for what he’s meant to be doing for this part of the video, you have a grin on your face as you sit in one of the chairs near the back of the gymnasium with a few of the backup dancers who aren’t needed in this shot.
“Yeah okay—I can do that.” Harry says with a smile before walking back over to where he’s meant to be standing, he grabs the silver microphone and shakes his arms and jogs in place to loosen up his limbs while the director takes his spot behind the camera.
You watch in awe as Harry instantly turns into the charismatic man people have posters of taped on their walls and spend copious amounts of money to watch perform on stage every night the moment he hears the word action. You’re so entranced by the movement of his hips in his silky red shorts you almost miss the way his eyes find yours in the back of the room, there’s a mischievous glint in his eyes as he grabs the base of the microphone with both hands and you feel your face get hot as he stares directly at you while he licks the microphone the same way you had watched him lick up the length of your pink sex toy the day before.
“Sorry H let’s go again in five—I really love that but this time let’s add some dancers.” Harry just nods and walks over to where you’re sitting with a playful grin on his face.
“That was for you.” He tells you with a wink that makes you just shake your head as he stands in front of you. “Knew you’d like that.” He teases as he leans down and places a quick kiss to your lips.
“You’re so annoying.” Harry just shrugs as you wipe off the remnants of your lipgloss off his bottom lip. “Thank you for letting me be here for this.” Your voice is soft and sweet and has Harry placing a hand on the side of your face.
“You’re always welcome to come to work with me baby you know that—I know how much you love this song.” You smile as you lean into his touch. “I perform better when you’re with me.”
“You’re just saying that so I’ll agree to going on tour with you.”
“Well yeah—that’s exactly why I’m saying it but it’s also just the truth.”
harry writes carolina about u and warns u the day before. at the sounds of his whines and screams, how could you not call him for another run?
did she fuck you like this, baby?
after harry and his gf break up, there’s only one person who he’d call. who he’d been waiting to call.
please, baby, please
you and harry have spent ages apart while on his kissco tour. after you surprise him at a show, he’s worshipping u the moment he gets u to his bed.
don’t you think you owe me?
ur used to people think u don’t belong in the fancy hotels harry books for u two. when he has to come to sort out ur shit, don’t u think u owe him?
purely professional
your co-star, harry, discovers you’ve never had an orgasm before. he offers to help you for your next scene by giving you your first, for purely professional reasons.
house tour
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keep him satisfied, pt 2
as harry’s assistant, you live by one thing—keep him satisfied.
raw
after excusing yourself from harry’s runners world shoot, the raw takes come shooting through an email. and now all u want is him. also raw.
good boy
harrys been in pain without u on tour. when he misbehaves at dinner due to pure desperation, its only right to treat him how he deserves.
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