idk if you write smut so if you’re uncomfortable totally ignore this!!! but!!! imagine y/n and recently fiance!harry and him fingering you with his ring finger talking abt marriage and shit 🫣🫣
future husband
Harry styles x reader (masterlist)
summary: Harry proposes and it leads to sex
warnings: smut
a/n: IM SORRY THIS TOOK TOO LONG I JUST NEEDED TO BE IN THE RIGHT MOOD TO WRITE SMUT AND THEN TUMBLR DIDNT PUT IT IN THE TAGS AHHH
Harry's ring obsession started when he was in his early twenties.
He rarely wore any type of a jewelry or anything flamboyant when he was younger. He painted his nails on occasion, something to relax himself with or whenever Y/n was doing hers, but nothing too grand.
But a simple silver chain given by his one and only changed that.
He started getting a little more into jewelry, necklaces, earrings, and his favorite, rings. He liked the intricate designs that rings ment; they could be loud and a stable piece, or they could be a subtle addition to the outfit.
They could also symbolize love.
After dating Y/n for three months, he knew he was certain that he wanted to stay forever with her, he just didn't allow himself to think of marriage this early into a relationship--at least not until his mother asked when he was going to propose after meeting her around their six-moth anniversary.
Finally though, after just under two years, he popped the question. He got a beautiful engagement ring, a band with beautiful engravings throughout, and of course, a huge fucking rock.
"Harry." Y/n sniffled, seeing Harry on his knee, ring in hand. "Of course, yes!"
A lovely proposal in a quiet and quant cottage away from civilization was perfect and exactly what they needed, not only for their privacy but for the ability to have sex in the middle of the woods. Harry bought this property not too long ago and waited for the right moment to take Y/n there, a proposal seemed like the best time.
The kissing of course led to more, how could it not? Harry was always a passionate lover, always eager to please, so it was honestly no surprise when the soft kiss turned more sensual.
"Fuck, I'm so glad you finally asked." Y/n mumbled softly as their lips kept touching, coming back for more. "Can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you as my husband."
Harry moved onto her neck, biting softly as he went down. "It's all I've ever wanted." He groaned as Y/n's hand trailed down to his pants, she teased him slightly, earning a moan from him. "And to please you again. Lay down."
Y/n made herself comfortable on the blue and white picnic blanket. Harry moved the basket and wine bottles out of the way. He pulled flipped her dress up, revealing her lacy set on panties.
"Planning to seduce me today?" He asked with a raised brow.
"I had a hunch you might be asking me to marry you." She shrugged her shoulders, biting her lip to hide, poorly, a cheeky smile.
"How?" Harry gasped, his fingers tracing the band of her underwear. "It was top secret!"
"Oh come on, H." She giggled, her hand coming up to stroke his cheek. "You take me on a surprise getaway, no one around, to a cottage that is darling... It's the most romantic thing you have ever done."
Harry blushed. The midday sun gleaming perfectly on his skin, twinkling his green eyes and highlighting the freckles that scattered his slightly tanned skin. Y/n couldn't help but feel so lucky. This beautiful man, inside and out, is now her fiancé; she started to tear up, which, of course, caused Harry to tear up as well.
"No don't start baby." She told him. "We need to focus so we can have sex. No tears now."
She wiped her tears then Harry's. "You started it." He mumbled, smiling as he finally pulled her panties down. "We just love each other too much."
"I guess so-" Y/n gasped as Harry entered a figure into her. The familiar feeling was welcomed as the subtle feeling of pleasure began to buble up inside of her. "Fuck that feels so good."
Harry was leaning half on and half off of her, his right hand fingering. her while his other held him up so he could kiss by her ear.
"Don't get one of your rings stuck in me." She warned, looking sternly at her love. Harry shook his head and kissed her softly.
"I would never."
Harry had on a simple band, one similar to the new one adorned on Y/n's finger. He figured while he was buying the engagement ring he could buy a matching one for himself.
"I can't wait to marry you." He spoke softly, creating a new hickey just under her ear lobe. "Gonna wanna fuck you again when I see you in that dress, don't know if I could wait till the honeymoon."
He added a finger, adding to the pleasure.
"And seeing you with that ring...It's going to be as sexy as your lingerie. Just knowing you're mine and I'm the only one that can ever see you like this."
"Fuck, H. Gonna come."
"I'm the only one who will get to see my wife like this. And everyone will know I can only to this do you...I'm the only one capable." Harry's words were possessive yet reassuring, the constant validation that he was the only one for her pushed her over the edge, leaving a gasp from her mouth.
"Har I need you inside." She yanked him fully on-top of her, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down after Harry quickly pulled his fingers out of her, but not before a little taste.
He helped her strip himself, knowing she is just as possessive as him but just doesn't always vocalize it, but her actions speak louder than her lack of words.
Harry entered Y/n, the euphoric feeling washing over him as he let out a loud moan, mentally thanking himself for buying the isolated land. "Feel so good."
"You stretch me out so much." She gasped. "My future husband."
Harry thrusted, a reflex from her words in her sexy, faint, voice. "Don't say that or else I'm going to come in less then a minute." He paused, staring into his loves eyes. "Want to impress my future wife."
"You impress me every day. Every time I see you I have something new I love about you." Y/n leaned in a kissed him, it was mainly teeth, but still perfect nonetheless. "Today it's your cock."
Harry stopped thrusting briefly. "You mean it hasn't impressed your before today?"
"It's the first time I've been impress by my fiancé's cock, I was already impressed when he was my boyfriend." She assured. Harry rolled his eyes and got back to thrusting, moving his ring finger down to her core and rubbing soft circles on her clit, making her jolt slightly.
"I'm gonna cum again, H."
"Me too."
They both moaned as they climaxed at the same time. Harry collapsed onto Y/n's chest, arms exhausted from keeping himself up. They stayed like that for no more then five minutes, Harry's cock softening inside of her as they relaxed.
"I can't believe you're going to be my wife." Harry thought out loud. "Never thought I'd work up the courage."
"Why? You knew I'd say yes."
"I dunno, just all the what-if's got inside my head. You know how that is." Harry mumbled, nuzzling his face into the side of her neck. He kissed over her blooming hickeys too, soft contrast between his sexual and romantic desire for her.
"Well your next biggest concern is finding were to go for our honeymoon." Y/n said. "Might have to go all over."
"I'll pay for every penny of it."
"Most defiantly. You know I have expensive taste." Y/n joked. "The wedding is going to cost half a fortune on its own."
Harry smiled, kissing her cheek then her lips. "I'd spend all the money in the world to make you happy. I'd go broke to see you smile."
"Stop, you're going to make me cry again." She whispered, tears starting to form.
"I'll just kiss them away, my love." He sighed. "It's my job as your future husband."
i write for Harry styles, Steve rogers, Ransom Drysdale, Andy Barber, and Bucky Barnes
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harry styles
❁; what are you waiting for *smut; it’s never good to lie
⤻ what are you waiting for; aftercare
❁; grandpa styles *fluff; instances where h’s inner grandpa jumps out
❁; my annoying girlfriend *fluff; annoying h, bc it’s what u do best
❁; a perfect mix *fluff; u and h admiring ur newborn
❁; who’s that? *fluff; ur kid thinks chris evans is her father? ♡
⤻ that’s daddy! *fluff; another mix up? 10x more embarrassing
⤻ that’s daddy alt ending *fluff
❁; you’re amazing, don*t worry *fluff/angst; first time going public...kind of
❁; just dance *fluff; h is the sorest loser
❁; vases *fluff; you and h go to bed
❁; the cat burglar *fluff; your cat like Harry a little too much
❁; the importance of i love you’s *fluff; you forget to say ily to H
❁; kissies *fluff; morning ‘kissies’ with your little family ♡
❁; what’s in a name *fluff; you must call him accordingly
❁; lethologica *fluff/angst; pregnant yn & dad!h fluff while seeing how their fam lives w/ the fame (it’s good but descriptions sucks)
❁; always my valentine *fluffity fluff/slight angst; all these valentines you’ve spent together but these will always have a special place in both of your hearts.
❁; a styles snow day *fluff; u and h enjoy your daughter’s first snow day in Boston!
⤻ a styles vacation to hawaii *fluff; the family of three take a fun trip to Hawaii, with mile bumps in the road. It’s ava ofc it’ll be crazy
❁; i wasn’t supposed to know?! *drabble; harry finds out a secret he wasn’t supposed to know...on national television.
❁; a night *fluff; a small after the show blurb
❁; harry’s home *fluff; harry arrives home late, now he has to deal with the wrath of his 3 year old ♡
❁; terrible 2′s *fluff; You and Harry’s daughter goes through her terrible twos during Love on Tour.
❁; my love *fluff; a blurb of ceo!harry taking care of his pregnant wife ♡
chris evans
❁; a special hat *fluff; it’s Fathers Day, and you get Chris a special gift! ♡
❁; the couch *fluff; you prank chris ♡
❁; toot. *fluff; your three-year-old joins Chris in his workout!
andy barber
❁; poor excuse of a husband *smut; the one where Andy dominates, Ransom has no back-bone, and you get to enjoy it all
steve rogers
❁; mafia!gang!dad steve masterlist *fluff; follow the life of y/n, Elysia, and Steve (a mafia/gang leader trying to be the best dad he can be!) ♡
❁; captain stupid *angst/fluff; you find out Steve jumped out an airplane, parachuteless
❁; my baby, my baby*fluff/angst; you ask Steve for one thing before the fight of Thanos (IW)
❁; pool day *smut/fluff; the one where steve realizes he’s no longer in the 40′s with the bikini you have on ♡
❁; christmas tree farm *fluff; steve and his family go to a xmas tree farm!
❁; steve dating bookworm!reader *fluff
❁; gorgeous *smut; frat!Steve drags you to a frat party, this is not how you wanted your night to go, but you end up getting your way as always ♡
❁; hey mama *angst/fluff; steve never got the chance to say goodbye to his mother, never got the closure. He woke up out of the ice and was no longer a son. You get him a birthday gift for the comfort he never received.
ransom drysdale
❁; a father’s duty *fluff; ransom takes up the challenge to sew up ur daughters stuffy ♡
❁; the first tooth *fluff; your daughter loses her first tooth, Ransom is a pain
❁; poor excuse of a husband *smut; the one where Andy dominates, Ransom has no back-bone, and you get to enjoy it all
bucky barnes
❁; love me for me, it’s all i ask *angst; Bucky meets your family, but your nerves clouds you judgment.
❁; a faux pair *fluff; you and alpine do not get along
❁; emotions *angst/fluff; where bucky has problems coming intact w/ his emotions after sam gets hurt
❁; not ur groupie *angst/fluff/*lil smut; you've been hooking up w/ bucky for a while, you've tried cutting him out of your life too-- that doesn't work. It's time he knows you don't want to be that way anymore ♡
Hello! hope youre doing good!! I was wondering if you could write something about how Harry and Y/n just had to leave each other for work and Harry has an interview the next day and he's a little grumpy?? love SOH so much!!
Management
harry styles x reader (soh masterlist)
summary: harry wants to get back at one of his managers for what he said about his relationship with y/n, which makes for an interesting interview.
warnings: heavy allusions to sex, slut-shaming, and just lhh being the best protective bf ever
a/n: may have taken a bit further than grumpy…love lhh <3
The hotel was perfect: isolated, glamorous, and private. That’s why it was every celebrity’s dream. But to Y/n and Harry, it was their relationship’s paradise.
Y/n had a series of interviews lined up in Montreal and Harry just so happened to be able to fake sick long enough for the Montreal radio interview to be pushed back to an incredible two days. Two days was a lot for them, normally they’d have a phone call, a couple of hours, or even a day if lucky. But two days ment that they could spend the night together, and because One direction flew in on the red eye flight, they could get two.
When Harry checked in with the rest of the band, he went straight to his room, changed to pajamas and a sweatshirt with a hood, and left to room 2089, her room.
Harry got a little queezy on the trip up; his fear of heights combined with his lack of sleep and flying sickness didn’t make for a great combo. He just really needed some sleep.
He sprinted through the halls, knocked on the door, than yanked into the room by the only person he would want to yank him like that.
Y/n pushed him up against the closed door and kissed him. It was definitely messy—it was pass midnight and they’ve both been working, so who could blame them—but perfect for them.
“Darling I love your lips so much but I’m so tired I’m gonna need you to carry be to the bed.” Harry begged. “Need y’a to lift me up bridal style.”
“Mm, think you’ll have to carry me—“ Harry dropped his head so it was on her shoulder, grunting slightly. “—Or we can awkwardly waddle to the bed.”
They collapsed onto the bed, held in each others arms with sleep encompassing the couple right away. Harry was bear-hugging Y/n, practically turning into a blanket with the only goal of supplying her warmth. Y/n was happily hugging and subconsciously combing his long, unruly hair while they slept.
~
The work day started at 9 am. They haven’t seen each other much, but took comfort in the fact they could at least get mindnight to 9 together. Harry was receiving his goodbye kiss soon enough, though. It wasn’t a total loss; Harry got more kisses in the shower and showed Y/n exactly how much he missed her.
Harry was adjusting his pajama shorts as he was reluctantly pushed out of her room and raced to the elevator, making sure he didn’t give a surprise show to any of the guests in the hotel. He was alone in the elevator and ran into no one as he unlocked the door to him room.
He closed the door behind him and sighed, that is until he got spooked by some familiar faces.
“You could’ve let us know you got a booty call before we decided to have a 8am meeting, Styles.” Lenard, one of the many One Direction managers, yelled.
Among him was his mates, Niall, Liam, and Louis. All had their head down and a sorry look at Harry.
“I was only gone for a night.” Harry defended. “Still in the hotel-“
“I don’t want to hear your excuses, boy.” The grouchy man replied. “As punishment, you are on backups for the radio performance-”
“What?!”
“You heard me.” Lenard boomed. He turned to the other singers. “Take this as a warning boys. You’re all excused.” The other boys gave a sorry look to Harry, patting his shoulder, giving a nod, but they all could see was how pissed off Harry had become.
When the door shut, and it was just the two of them, Lenard got back on his bullshit again. “If your main concern is meeting with some girl willing to put herself out-“
“That’s unfair! You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Harry yelled back. “I am not just sleeping around, I just missed my girlfriend.”
“Oh right, your girlfriend Y/n, the one who sleeps to get roles” Lenard snickered.
“That is not true you asshole!”
“Whatever you have to tell yourself.” Lenard spoke. Lenard knew fully well who Y/n is, she was the reason Harry wasn’t willing to go into PR relationships with other celebrities. Harry was the most marketable members of One Direction, and Lenard wanted to make sure he could do the most so he could get a raise in his salary.
“You’re more than welcome to fuck around with some other girls. That Jenner one—“
“I already said no, Lenard!” Harry seethed. “I’m sick of all your controlling nagging! I’m singing and dancing my ass off and putting all my work into this and all you can do is complain that I miss one of your surprise meetings!”
Lenard didn’t know what to say, or quite frankly, didn’t care, so he ignored Harry. “You’ll be on closer watch. I will make sure to tell security to never let you out of their sight.”
“That’s unfair-“
“Quiet or you’ll be on backups the rest of tour.” Lenard threatened.
“You can’t do that! I’m half the show!” Harry fought back. “You know the show won’t be any good if I’m on backups.”
“Just clean yourself up and wear what you are suppose to. Downstairs in thirty.”
Lenard walked out, slamming the door behind him. Not letting Harry get a word in.
~
During the whole interview, Harry had on a fake smile. He was glad Y/n taught him how to make a fake smile look more believable, because all he could see was red.
Ever since Zayn left, One direction management had tighten its claws onto the remaining members. Wanting to make the boys sign a new contract, locking in the boys practically permanently. Y/n, like always, came in a clutch when she prevented Harry from signing and got Harry to get a lawyer that wasn’t connect to 1D, providing her own. With this new lawyer, Harry was able to prevent permanent control, letting him drop when he needed; which only caused more chaos in the group.
As sad as he was for his friend for leaving the band, he understood were Zayn came from. Privacy, independence, freedom, that’s all he wanted.
“Harry you’ve been quiet here today, what’s on your mind.” The interviewer asked.
An idea came to Harry: subtly piss off management. His fake smile turned into a smirk.
“I’m thinking about a shag a recently had.” Harry replied.
“A shag?”
“A shag.” He said bluntly. “Now I got this song idea in my head.”
“How interesting.” The interviewing commented, trying to find an interesting yet pg way to spin this, yet all Harry could focus on was the middle aged men in suits on the other side of glass, all glaring at Harry, roaring up to end this.
“Anyone in particular?”
“According to public opinion, I can only ever write songs about one girl, so everyone can go figure who I’d sleep with.”
One of the managers banged on the window. Everyone looked up as he made a wrapping up sign with his hand. Harry smiled, proud of himself.
“Well, that’s One Direction for you folks…”
~
“That bloody fucker—“
“Hey, hey, hey.” One of the other managers, an older rich guy by the name of Vincent—the most tolerable out of the bunch, calmed Lenard down.
“He just ruined that interview! We’re going to have a weeks worth of bad press!”
“I already contacted them and they agreed to cuts Harry’s part…”
The voices trailed off as Harry snuck out of the group and into an elevator at the hotel, he made eye contact with one of the members of security but the man, Paul, had a soft spot for young love and simply looked away.
Harry pressed button twenty and the doors quickly shut, the elevator starting its climb to the high floor. He raced to Y/n’s room as the doors opened and rapidly knocked on her door.
“It’s me!” He yelled, knowing a crazy fan would knock the same way he was.
The door swung open and Y/n was met with a sad tall man, so genuinely looked like he needed a hug.
“Harry?” She ushered him inside, locking the door and pulling him in for a hug. “What happened?”
“Management.” Harry sighed. “I got yelled at for not being in my room because apparently there was an impromptu meeting this morning. Then I kinda implied we were together to stick it to him during the interview and said i was writing a song about us having sex and now he’s pissed and I’m so so sorry.”
Y/n broke apart from Harry’s tight hug, pulling back to get a look at the man, once boy, that was apologizing for standing up for himself. She couldn’t believe it. Against Lenard too, which makes Harry’s actions much more valid.
She stroked his cheek, looking into his green eyes that had a tinge of red from tears of anger forming in his eyes. “Hey if it’s to stick it to that Lenard then I’ll release our sex tape if it mean he’d quit and leave us alone.” Y/n joked, causing Harry to let out a much needed sigh of laughter.
“He’d probably drop me after that.”
“Yeah but he’d be jealous.” Harry smiled again, looking at the love of his life. He hand traced her jaw, and thumb traced her lip.
Harry nodded agreeing with the plan, until his face quickly went sour. “But my mum would kill me—god.” Y/n giggled as Harry look deeply annoyed.
“I think it’s time.” Harry’s decided, taking a deep breath before he continued. “I think I’ll bring it up with the others.”
“Really?” Y/n asked.
“Yeah. Lenard has already threatened to make me back up and he said some stuff about you-“ He took a deep breath. “I think I could do better on my own, with my own team. People who don’t care if I sleep with you, or sing about sex.” Harry chuckled, leaning into the fantasy.
“Oh yeah? And how would this sex song go?”
“Hmm.” Harry thought, before singing a jingle of a tune. “I just want to taste it.”
“Haha. You’re funny.” She chided. “Remember to never let your dick do the writing here.”
“Maybe writing about sex is a bit too much. Even for me.” Harry thought. “He would make it way to rude for public radio.”
“He?”
“Yeah my dick, Ed.” Harry teased. “You want to meet him again?”
“Wait Ed like Edward, your middle name?”
“Yeah and Ward is the name of my bonus nipple—“
“I think it’s time for bed.” Y/n interrupted. “You need sleep.”
Harry nodded and followed her lead, stripping himself until he was left in his boxers and she was in her bra and panties. Sex definitely was not on the menu tonight, but they both were a sucker to intimacy and body warmth.
“I’m flying out tomorrow morning.”
“Don’t remind me.” Harry groaned.
“I was thinking, you come with me.” Y/n asked.
“You mean I should skip interviews tomorrow?”
“You have sick days you’re entitled to.” Y/n reminded him, booping his nose. “They can’t sue you for catching a cold. And you definitely look sick in my expert opinion.”
“I guess I’ll take your word for it.” Harry snuggled closer. “Where are we going then?”
“Plane goes to England. Maybe see your mum and then leave to Italy?”
“That sounds so perfect.” Harry sighed, knowing that honestly sounds amazing. “I love you.” He kissed her face, sprinkling them all over her face. “So much.”
“I already said I love you. Don’t make me regret that." Y/n said, sleep taking over her voice. “Goodnight Harry.”
summary: the start, and much needed halt, to Harry’s signature clip.
warning: smut (m and f receiving oral), wanting to pull harry’s hair lol.
a/n: i love that half smile mustache and hair clip combo
“Harry come on, hurry up!” Y/n shouted. “I actually want to go on a run before it gets dark.”
“Give me two seconds, lovely!” Harry gasped, followed by the clatter of something falling to the ground.
Harry had promised to go with Y/n on a morning run after his legs gave out a little too quickly during sex last night. He figured it would be a easy way to get back into shape and a nice bonding experience that wouldn’t diminish Harry’s pleasing abilities.
Y/n smiled as her lover finally came down the stairs of their home. His hair was getting longer—not as long as it’s previously, but a nice length nonetheless.
Harry was bending down to tie his runners before dramatically flipping his hair as he stood up. He smiled as a single piece of hair fell from its position and down onto his face—right between his two eyes. He was still giddy, huge smile on his face as he said spoke. “Ready!”
Y/n laughs as she figure combs his hair back. His curly hair though couldn’t be contained as more unruly curls landed on his face. “I think it’s time to bring back the bandanas.”
Harry laughed and kissed her lips. “My hairs not that long, love. Besides those bandanas are the reason I have a hairline that spells out the letter M at my age.”
“‘My age’ as in almost thirty.”
“We do not use that number yet.” Harry interjected, a hint of sarcasm seeping through.
“Hm.” Y/n hummed. “I lost all my hair ties but I do have this.”
She walked over to one of her bags, pulling out a hair clip and smiled. She got his hair and he bends down slightly, enough so she could get a good grip on this hair.
She giggled as she twisted the thicker top part of his hair and clipped it securely. Harry stood up straight and looked at his reflection in a mirror.
“Thoughts?” He did a couple of poses.
“Very sexy.” She answered. “But c’mon, I want to go for that run.”
~
From there on out, Harry’s hair had gotten use to being pulled back with a clip. It got to the point where Harry even got a special Gucci clip that was to only be used during important moments.
But, in Harry’s opinion, sex with Y/n was the only important activity that would require this clip.
Harry looked so good laying on his back, fully naked with tattoos littered all over his delicious body. His cock was pretty, twitching slightly with each breath and slight touch Y/n applied.
“Fuck, please baby, please do something.” Harry’s plead turned into a moan when Y/n put his head into her mouth. “Fuck. You’re so good at that.”
Y/n almost laughed at the sight, Harry’s face—close to orgasm—with the ungodly clip in his hair that made his twisted face all that more precious.
She got back to her task and used her hands to stroked Harry’s dick when her mouth pulled back. He groaned when he felt her soft hands, then nearly came by opening his eyes and seeing the sight: his girlfriend, wearing a bra and panties made of see through mesh material, taking his dick down her throat.
“I think, fuck, cumming.” Harry moaned as he came, breathing becoming much heavier and tired. “That’s so good.” Was all her could manage.
Y/n swallowed and crawled on top of her lover. “Felt good?”
Harry hummed. “Hell yes.”
“Want to repay the favor?” Harry didn’t have to open his eyes to know Y/n was smirking, causing Harry to break out in a smile of his own.
“Hell yes.”
Harry used what strength—all thanks to his and Y/n’s early runs—he had to switch positions with her. He kissed her lips, enjoying the closeness before starting to undo her bra and take off her panties. He kissed down her body, to her neck, breasts, stomach, then hips.
“Alright, get on with it.” Y/n said with mocked annoyance. “I don’t remember teasing you this much.”
“Just loven ya, calm down.” Harry laughed, his breath catching on Y/n pussy. Harry got eye level with her vagina and got started.
He licked, giving her a startled feeling that caused her reflexes to start. Her legs wrapped around Harry’s naked torso, and her hand tried to pull at Harry’s hair, but instead got a handful of an overpriced hair clip. She tried to pull it out but Harry’s hand that wasn’t groping her tit snapped up and stoped her hand.
“Babe-“
“Hair clip stays in.” Harry said, about to go back to his “dessert” before he was shooed away.
“That was the most unsexy thing you could say!” Y/n said, untangling her legs from Harry’s back. “Telling me I can’t go at your hair—what is this?! Church?!”
“I’m eating you out though, I’m sure that’s sexy enough.”
“Nope.” Y/n shook her head. “You cut your hair and now you lock it all up.” She tsked.
“But then my hair will get in your pussy and as much as I like it hairy I don’t think you would appreciate my stands of hair in there.”
“That’s why my hands would keep it back.” She reasoned. “C’mon? For me?”
“Hm fine.” Harry removed his hand. Y/n got a hold of the clip and took it out. “Hey hey be careful there.”
“Yeah yeah I am.” Y/n put the clip on Harry’s beside table and got her legs and hand back into their rightful place. “Alright, carry on.”
Harry chucked and got back to his rightful place too. He started eating her out, earning Y/n to moan and her grip on Harry to get tighter. Her legs squished his back and hair completely yanked on his hair. Harry could feel himself get harder though with each of her pulls, making him all more eager to make her cum.
“You’re good at that too.” Y/n breathed out. Harry started to focus more on her clit. He brought his free hand to her folds, entering his figures in and out slowly. “Oh fuck really good.”
Harry blushed with the complement, massaging her boob and licking her clit more intensely. “Fuck I’m gonna-“
Her moans were like music Harrys ears, he made a mental note to maybe record them to add to a song. He kelts licking and groping through her orgasm, until her breathing leveled out.
“Good?”
“Yeah.” Harry leaned over her, smiling and kissing her blissed out state. “Much better without the clip.”
“Oh really?”
“Mhm.” She hummed, stroking his hair behind his ear. “So pretty.”
“Little ol’ me?” Harry asked with a cheeky smile on his face.
“Yup.” She said. “So pretty. Never wear that clip when we have sex again. Truly painful.”
can you do a little blurb about clingy harry :))) maybe one where he's sick and just wants you??
just one smooch
harry styles x actress!reader
summary: Harry is feeling sick and there is only one person who can make him feel better. masterlist
warnings: sickness, one kinda sex joke
word count: 1.3k
a/n: this is technically part of the SOH universe but it can be read as a stand alone
January, 2015
Standing in the freezing rain for that god-damn music video scene that didn't even make it into the final video really made Harry's cold feel so much worse.
Last time Harry was sick was when he got food poisoning for eating one too many airplane meals—and that was 3 years ago. Harry's had years of traveling under his belt and now knows how to get good food to avoid the upset stomach, but he has no idea why he feels so groggy.
It didn't help that Harry woke up alone, which always put a damper on his mood. He found that his king size bed feels almost too big when he rolled over again, and again, to try to feel her presence.
This morning, and late into yesterday, Y/n had a call back for another un-named project—she would never tell him what movie or role she would audition for, and then inevitably get of course. She liked seeing the surprise on his face when it was publicly announced.
But now this all means that Harry will be alone for the next hour.
He sighed and rolled over to his side. He reached over to his bedside table to get his phone, but got his phone and a little stickie note attached.
Miss you, love! I'll be back soon enough and then we can spend the whole day together! I'll pick up some take-out from that place you like too!
Keep the bed warm xo
Harry smiled and thought about how he should really get up to fix himself up for Y/n; the sight she saw when she got up must not of been that pretty, Harry thought, he better make himself presentable before she came back.
He rose up and immediately collapsed back down to the comfort of his pillows. His head did not feel like that two seconds ago, and when did he get all cold all of a sudden?
He groaned and withered away in the bed for much longer then what he should of. But he did make the genius idea to keep his sickness on the down low.
He sneezed as he got on his clothes and brushed his teeth. He soon moved onto doing his hair, then finding some of the stage makeup he uses for interviews to give a hint of color back to his face so he wouldn't look too deathly ill.
Soon enough, he heard the front door to his apartment and a cheery sound ring out. Harry got one last sneeze out before he came out of the bathroom and put on a happy smile.
"Hey! How'd it go?" Harry asked, taking her bag and the take out from her hands and putting it on the counter.
She smiled, sly, and a little shy too. "I think it went really well-"
Harry couldn't cover the sneeze. It was loud, obnoxious, and too middle-aged-man for Harry's taste. It made him feel worse then before, it almost felt this sickness was aging him a little too quickly.
“You were saying, love.” He smiled, asking her to continue. He tried to stand as nonchalantly as he possibly could, but it didn’t matter.
Y/n didn’t look all that impressed. “What was that?”
“What was what?”
“That earthquake of a sneeze.” She put the back of her hand on his forehead, getting a feel of how hot it was.
“Stop worrying, just a sneeze.”
“You’ve got to of have a fever if you think that was just a sneeze.” She removed her hand. “And I think you do, babe.”
She moved around him and went to the bathroom, Harry following right behind, to get the thermometer. Harry liked how Y/n new where to go in his flat, made it feel almost more home-like.
Harry sat on the counter, liking the way Y/n scoffed and mumbled big baby under her breath. Sometimes the couple would take turns sitting on the counter, doing each other’s skin care and leaving little kisses all over. But in this case it was to get his temperature.
Harry had a dopey smile on his face, although she knew all too well that he must be feeling really under the weather. But she appreciated how calm he was when he was sick, it made Y/n feel better about taking care of him since it wasn't too much work.
She put the gadget on Harry’s forehead, and then read the temperature. “37.3.” She sighed. “Not a fever fever, but a little worrying.”
“What does that mean, doctor?”
“It means that you are on bed rest.” Harry groaned which resulted in a smile from Y/n. “Come on.”
“But the take out—“
“But you need fluids, not a brown rice bowl with enough beans to make you gassy.”
“I do not get gassy.” Harry sternly said as he collapsed back onto the bed. Y/n’s footsteps wandered off then quickly came back with some water.
“Drink, big baby.”
“M’ your big baby.”
“That’s right.” Y/n mumbled, hand through his hair and a kiss on the forehead. “Lemme get you a damp cloth.”
“Mm k.” Harry sleepily said. His head on the pillow and the softness of his loves voice, soothing him to sleep.
“Hey don’t fall asleep on me just yet.” She placed the cold damp cloth on his head., holding his hand with her free one. “You need some food in you.”
“Bed ‘s comfy though.” He rebutted. “Get in ‘ere with me. I can show you a good time.”
“I don’t want your mouth anywhere on me.” She deadpanned.
Harry gasped, acting as if he was now physically hurt. “Never say those words again.”
“Mhm.”
“I have never felt more betrayed.”
“Mhm.”
“When I’m feeling better you’re going to feel so good.”
“Mhm.” She let go of his hand—pout ensured—and got up. “I’m going to make soup alright? No falling asleep.”
“Okay.” Harry reluctantly agreed, hating to watch her leave. “Love you.”
“Love you too.”
She left Harry to his own devices as she entered his kitchen. It was neat and tidy, just like Harry always kept it. Out of the duo, Harry was defiantly the cleaner, which always worked well in comparison to Y/n stress baking.
Y/n got to work right away, making a soup with a recipe Anne had given to her as a cure all medicine, which, she thought, would do the trick. Harry had all of the ingredients in the fridge, so it took a quick few minutes of chopping, brewing, and seasoning to get it just right.
She dished some up in a bowl, and another for her, then carefully walked back to the room. “Eat up.”
“Thanks.” Harry sat up right away, taking the bowl and spoon and practically inhaling the soup. “Fuck that’s so good.” Harry practically moaned.
“Oh I thought you hated it.” She mumbled, chucking under her breath.
“‘Ey! What’s so funny?” Harry asked, a little dribble of soup trailing down his face.
“Nothing. Just love you.”
“Awe babe, you’re making me blush.” Harry smiled. “Give me a kiss.” Harry pouted his lips and leaned in, causing her to arch her back to get away.
“No. I don’t want any of your germs.” She shooed him back, the pout coming back.
“Please, I’ll feel a hundred times better.” Harry begged. “Just one little smooch.”
Y/n seemed to consider this. She did really want a kiss from him, the last one she got was last night and that was too long ago.
“Fine, but you better not get me sick—“
His lips were on her’s. His lips were dry and his face was burning, but it was a much needed kiss.
“Thanks for taking care of me.” Harry sighed, resting his forehead on hers. “You know I would do the same for you, right.”
“Of course babe.” Y/n kissed him on the nose then patted his cheek. “You need some rest.”
Harry nodded, sleep hitting him quick. She took his bowl and placed it on the side table; Harry knew he’d have a nice dream. One where they're together, under one roof, under one house, one home.
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summary: harry gets advice on how to deal with criticism from y/n. y/n reflects back to when harry helped her. masterlist
warning: talks of rude people and parents, drinking
word count: 1.4k
a/n: yes, i’m alluding to a matilda fic. I would never forgive myself so not take the opportunity. but before that i’m def gonna build up their relationship more aka angst!! yay!! and like normal this is apart of the SOH universe but you don’t need to read that to understand this fic.
April, 2015
“How do you deal with criticism?”
It was late at night when Harry asked Y/n. They were in her bathroom, doing their nightly skin care routine—more like Y/n actually doing it, and Harry blowing the suds off his hands from his cleanser onto his girlfriend—and looking forward to going to bed after a busy day.
Y/n halted her movements, looking over to her boyfriend who got suspiciously quite a couple seconds ago. She missed his laughter.
She sighed. She wanted to yell at him, ask him why in his five years of in the spotlight he decided to look himself up; it’s the first rule of fame, never look yourself up—especially on twitter. But she knew that yelling wouldn’t help him, it would just make things worse.
“I-I don’t have to.” She tells him. “If I don’t see it, it doesn’t exist to me.”
Harry, sitting on the bathroom countertop, looks at his hands laying in his lap. He doesn’t move, it almost looks like he’s not breathing too.
“But I know that’s not what you want to hear.” She lays her hand on his, holding it and rubbing her thumb across his skin soothingly. Harry looks up, eyes watery and soft. “Let’s cuddle.”
She pulls him along behind her. Y/n removed the covers and gestures for Harry to get in which he gladly does. Harry’s love language has always and will forever be touch, nothing sexual, just loving touches make him feel loved and that’s all he really needs right now.
Y/n gets in behind him, being the big spoon tonight as Harry turns to hug Y/n from the front.
“You know I love you right.” She mumbles, her hand going to stroke Harry’s hair. Harry hums and she takes that as the sign to go on. “And you also know I’m not the best at taking criticism.”
After being together for three years, Y/n has slowly let Harry into her personal life in bits and pieces. But after a stressful night of work and with an added bit of drinking, Y/n had revealed to never being able to deal with criticism at all due to her extreme perfectionism. It was a real heart to heart conversation, one that will always be important to Y/n.
…
The bottle feels far to light for Y/n’s taste. She needs more vodka, a hard and biting drink is suiting for this situation, but she can’t seem to get the courage to get up.
Her phone has been buzzing a lot too, but like the unopened drink in the cabinet, she can’t seem to get up to answer it.
The ringing stoped for a bit. She didn’t know to feel relieved or saddened. She felt alone—something that always happens when she flies to the States for filming and interviews—even though she has some friends that she was filming with.
Gone Girl was an amazing film to star in. She was happy and successful but she just can’t shake what was going on.
She recently got a call from her parents. Obviously, she let it go to voicemail, but that’s stop her from listening to it.
And that’s why she’s on the floor now, of her New York flat drinking and finishing a bottle of mediocre vodka, wanting to cry but just can’t form the tears.
She hears banging on the door, Y/n’s head snapping over to the sound. The mystery person is all the encouragement she needs for jumping up, throwing the bottle away and getting a price of gum. But her plans are foiled when the door opens, and a familiar British voice fills the room.
“Love?” Harry calls out, holding the keys you gave him to the flat as he walks further in. He sees her, catching her red handed as she dumps the bottle in the trash, face blotchy and her whole body language on edge. Anxiety quickly creeps in. He doesn’t like seeing her like this, and can’t help but be a little scared. “What’s wrong.”
Harry was luckily in New York at the same time as Y/n was there to film some interviews. She didn’t know their time would overlap, but Harry wouldn’t be damned if he couldn’t see her. He had heard nothing from her end which was never a good thing; coupled with Harry’s anxiety, he came as soon as he could.
“Nothing.” She lies. Harry hates the smile she puts on—the one that reserved for interviews and red carpet phots, the fake one.
Harry hugs her, rubbing his hand on his back to sooth her. She lets him. “Please don’t lie.”
“I, I got a call from my parents today.” She hesitates to continue, but a kiss on the head begs her to keep going—to let it all out. “They were ‘critiquing’ me like normal. They said some stuff, about how my skills aren’t as good as they should be. It—“ She took a deep breath, still refusing to let a tear come out. “I just shouldn’t of listened to my voicemail.”
“No, you shouldn’t of.” Harry agrees. He pulls back, still holding onto her. “You know you’re better than them. You know your perfect. You know that you are all you need to be.”
…
“You know you’re better than them, You know you’re perfect. You know you’re all you need to be.” Y/n echoed him. She said it with the same passion and tenderness as her boyfriend said to her. It’s what he needed to hear.
“Oh yeah? Who came up with that.” Harry scoffed, joking, which is always a good sign.
“My boyfriend.” She hummed. “He’s so good with words like that. What ever comes out of his mouth is like some sort of magic.”
“Sound like a catch.” Harry said, arms wrapping around Y/n a little tighter and getting a face full of boob in the process.
“He is.” She agreed. “He’s also really pretty, talented, and the sweetest human ever.”
“Is he sexy?”
“Super sexy.” She told him, giving him a kiss. They sit in silence for a bit, Harry listens to Y/n heartbeat go, and Y/n plays with Harry’s hair.
“Hey H?” Y/n asks, voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah?”
“What did you read?” She said slowly, she needed to specifically know what nonsense was set about her perfect boyfriend now, and in what ways she needs to remind him about how perfect he is.
“They said I was talentless.” A pause. “Going back to only getting through the X-factor with needing a band to only being famous from being with the guys.” He admitted. “They said if I was really talented, that I would leave like Zayn, and start my own music career.”
Y/n gulped. She of course talked to Harry about what Zayn’s departure ment for One Direction, and it was planned that a much deserved break would happen soon. But it was fairly obvious that they weren’t getting back together. Harry was scared to go off on his own, but Y/n had of course floated the idea of writing his own songs and performing alone, just Harry Styles.
“What if I go solo and I fail?” His voice cracked, squeezing Y/n so tight she had scoot squeeze his hand back.
“Harry, can I admit something?” She didn’t wait for a response. “I read your notebook.”
Harry shot up and looked at Y/n like a dear caught in the headlights.
The notebook had songs, personal songs, Harry was writing. And they all had one thing in common: they were about her. Who else could Harry write about love and passion then his girlfriend? The love of his life? He had no other muse then her, she was perfect.
“Those songs, Harry.” She stroked his cheek. “They’re so good Harry.”
He smiles, overjoyed with her praise. “You’re not just saying that?”
“When I run out of road, you bring me home.” She recited, the line unable to leave her head for the past couple of months since she stumbled across the notebook.
“Sweet Creature.” Harry murmured, slowly going back to his previous position. “You like it?”
“Yup.” She assures. “Expect when you call me stubborn. I am not—“
“You are so stubborn, don’t even try.” They both giggled and kissed, happy and content.
“But seriously, you have nothing to worry about my love. You will do amazing things.”
“I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” She kissed his head, causing a soft groan to come from Harry. “You are going to do amazing things.”
“So are you.”
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summary: Harry goes to Y/n's place, gets a girlfriend and looses something too (universe summary in masterlist)
warnings: smut (piv, f oral, hair pulling). first time writing smut too. also english is not my first language so be warned for typos. tons of fluff
w/c: 3.9k
a/n: smut! finally! so read at your own risk. please remember to reblog and share your thoughts as it always means a lot! and also send in some ideas so i can write blurbs now that finally they'll be together! you also do not need to read the others to understand this fic!
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July, 2012
It seems to Harry that all of the important things in his life happen at some sort of party. And while he was able to catch up with Y/n their end of tour party, the more important thing was he was able to snag an invite to her place for a movie and some sweets as a sort of break celebration from work; although Y/n’s break will be a little shorter than Harry’s, as she’s back to work on Catching Fire in September–all the way in Georgia then even farther to Hawai’i, as Harry stays in England with the rest of his band to work on more music.
Harry brushes off the non-existent hair from his skinny jeans as he takes the long ride up to Y/n’s flat in the private elevator that goes directly to her apartment–or the awkward hallway that goes to her door. But Harry found that the hallway was more intimidating than any long elevator ride.
He was starting to sweat through his shirt and he was glad he wore a bandana to keep his curls out of his face, because at least that way his sweat wouldn’t be as noticeable. She had complemented his bandana, so he made sure to wear the same one. He had a little bouquet of dark, blood red roses wrapped in black tissue papers with a gold ribbed tied in a bow. He wasn’t sure if this counted as a date so he didn’t know the right manners of what to bring. He obviously consulted his sister for some advice which first it started with a bunch of yelling about telling her telling their mum about his personal life, but after Gemma told him that a girl would always want flowers, so Harry went out and bought flowers–very expensive ones at that.
He knocked on the door three times–maybe he should’ve only done two. Was three too aggressive? He heard a couple of yaps from the inside then the twisting of the door handle, then was soon greeted by a lovely face.
“Hey Harry, come in!” Y/n was leaning against the door, but leg stuck out trying to keep a little furball out of the way. “Marney.” Y/n sighed as she scooped up the dog and ushered Harry inside, closing the door behind him.
“These are for you.” Harry handed the flowers to her, then immediately regretted the action when he realized she was still holding her dog. “W-where should I put these?”
“I'll take them if you don’t mind being sniffed at by Marmalade.” She smiled and it caused Harry to smile too and hastily nod his head. “You’ve been warned.” Y/n mumbled, setting Marmalade down while taking the roses from Harry. “They’re lovely, thank you.”
Harry didn’t hear her over the tickling of Marmalade’s fur and whiskers on the little sliver of skin shown, he reached down and let Marney sniff his hand and then started licking it like crazy. During that time Y/n managed to fill up a glass vase and place the roses in there.
“You can take off your shoes and put them near the door and you can wash your hands in the kitchen sink.” She told him, causing Harry to look up at her and follow her to the kitchen. It was an open floor plan so he was never left alone, the flat was quite spacious and he liked how the kitchen and living room flowed nicely with each other, he also liked the little dog and cat set up in the living room.
“Sorry baby.” Harry scratched behind the dog's ears. “We’ll snuggle later.”
“Talking with Marmalade already?” Harry heard Y/n tease.
“Lovely girl to talk to.” Harry reponds, finishing taking off his shoes and walking over to where he heard Y/n’s voice come from. “Reminds me of someone.”
“Oh?” She chuckles, going over to the oven and pulling out a rack of pastries. “These are the pain au chocolat, or the chocolate croissants, I find they go really well with hot chocolate.”
“Wow, they smell amazing.” Y/n nodded in agreement, clearly proud of the sweet treats. “You speak french? Or are you just a foodie?”
She laughed as she carefully put two croissants on their own plate, then served the hot chocolate. “I’d hardly call that french.” She mumbled, distracted by the task at hand. “But to answer your question, yeah, I’m fairly fluent.”
“Wow, that’s impressive–thank you.” He eagerly accepted the cup and plate as she guided him to the living room. “How come?”
“My aunt lived in Brussels, Belgium. So to get away she invited me to spend my summers with her.” She had a sad smile on her face as she sat down on the couch and passed. “She passed the summer before I landed Katniss, so I promised myself I would keep up my french in honor of her.”
Harry absorbed this information as he took a bite of the treat and let out a happy moan. Y/n laughed again–which Harry would never be opposed to. “She taught me how to cook too.”
“Wish I could’ve met her, she sounded like an amazing woman.” Harry tentatively put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“She would’ve loved you.”
“Really?” Harry questioned, and she once again nodded her head. “If you don’t mind me asking–you said to get away…”
“You know parents–they're just so overbearing.” She told him quickly. “Should we just search romantic comedies on Netflix and then see what we find?”
Harry stared at Y/n, not answering her question and just thinking about her. He didn’t want to push her for information, but he somehow wants to let her know that she can talk to her about everything–because he doubts that was the end of it.
“What are you not a rom-com guy?” She tried again, snapping Harry from his thoughts and cracking a smile.
“Isn’t that kind of romantic?” He sighed, taking another big bite of the pastry. “More of a date thing, don’t you think?”
“Maybe we turn this into a date.” She shrugged. “Just for the movie of course.” She leaned a little closer to Harry and he did the same–they were sharing the blanket so she could feel his legs shaking with nerves.
Harry smirked. “I’d like that.”
They smiled before she went to look at the TV, “So what should we watch–”
“Wait this is a date right?” He interrupted. “I-I just don’t want to get the wrong idea.”
She looked at him, their faces close, very close–not that he’s complaining. Harry thinks he’s never been this close to a woman before, and suddenly his sweats are starting to come back. She leans in a little, then somehow Harry closes the small gap between them and their lips touch and turn into a kiss.
It’s nothing adventurous, not yet at least, because soon she grips the side of his jaw to finish off the kiss.
She lets her figure tips ghost over from his forehead to his jaw line before speaking. “I think it's a really good date, actually.” She smiled before turning back to the TV. “Legally Blonde?”
“Legally blonde.” Honestly, Y/n would say that Harry needed a lobotomy and he would probably agree. He was in pure and utter shock; he didn't even realize her head on his shoulder until he tried to lift up his arm to finish off the croissant. But when he did he figured the croissant could wait for later, he instead leaned his head on her’s.
The next hour was heaven in Harry’s eyes. Marmalade at some point wandered into the room and jumped onto Y/n’s lap. And when there's one, the other is normally not that far behind. While Elle is in her law class, Sugar surprises Harry by jumping right onto his crotch. The cat purrs and Harry smiles through the discomfort and scratches behind his ears.
“Sugar normally doesn’t like men.” Y/n comments.
“Isn’t Sugar a guy?”
“I think even since I got him neutered he’s been a little confused.” She shrugged. “And the vet was also a guy so I think he just has trust issues now with men, other than you I guess.”
“That’s…interesting.”
“Shut up, don’t make fun of my baby.” She leaned over to give the cat a kiss on the top of the head.
Harry was feeling bold now. “Can I have a kiss?”
“Hmm, that depends.” She jokes.
“Depends on what?”
“Well, it depends on if you like how this date is going.”
“I think it’s going great.” Harry admits.
“Oh yeah?” She chuckled. “How great are we talking?”
“Great enough that I want to ask you to be your boyfriend.” He grinned, proud of himself for being a bit bold.
“That's a coincidence.” She chimed. “Because I want to be your girlfriend.” Harry smiled and looked back at her, he honestly didn’t know what to do with himself. “You want to know what girlfriends and boyfriends do?”
“What?”
“They kiss.”
She closed the gap between them and they kissed. The kiss could only be described by Harry as being more full then the previous kiss. There was tongue now–which he definitely liked–but also more touching, and specifically, her touching him more.
Sugar and Marmalade had left for their own beds well well before this but neither were brave enough to move. But with the kiss quickly escalating they twisted themselves to lean more into each other, making it easier for their hands to have access to their faces and bodies.
Harry never really expected this when he went into that elevator, but he’s not complaining. Her hand now left his jaw and trailed her fingers down his chest but her mouth left his and Harry let out a pathetic whine that definitely turned into a moan as she started trailing kisses along his jaw then let her eyes meet hers.
“Hey, um–I don’t want to do anything you're uncomfortable with…” Her voice trailed off causing Harry’s mind to go a mile a minute. If anything, he would be the one making her uncomfortable. Harry is horny, and when Harry get’s horny, something hard gets in the way, and he’s about a hundred percent sure that it is definitely making her uncomfortable.
“But I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go to my bedroom?”
Harry’s jaw dropped before he could collect himself and start nodding like a madman, he didn’t think he would be able to say anything audible right now--that wasn't a moan at least. She kissed him as they stood up, and he kissed back, hard. They smiled into this kiss as Y/n walked backwards towards a corridor with a single flight of stairs that led upstairs to her bedroom. Harry honestly couldn't see what was there and he couldn’t care less–once his lips were back on hers, everything felt insignificant.
She walked him to her bed, Harry falling down pulling her with him. His hands wander to her chest while hers tugs on his shirt.
“Fuck.” Harry moans when his lips detached from Y/n’s. He quickly sits up to tug his shirt off from his body then mumbled, “your turn.”
She smiled and happily removed her shirt, leaving only a bra that made Harry’s mouth water. “Better?” Y/n smirks.
“Much.” Is all Harry can say before he starts kissing down her jaw, just like she did before, then moves on to her neck and then down to her chest. “Is this okay?”
“Let me just..” She unhooked her bra and flung it somewhere else in the room. His eyes widened and he gulped. “You good?”
“Fuck yeah.” He picked up where he left off, kissing down one breast while the other was in his hands. He gave an experimental kiss to the nipple, hearing a happy sigh from the woman he decided to lick, then suck.
“Fuck, Harry.” Her hands were in his hair, pulling and tugging at the mop of curls. She pulled him away, before moving so she was against pillows, Harry following her. She smiled, loving the way Harry’s body felt against hers–even though he was in his skinny jeans and she was in her pants.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to go to the Sydney show.” She said in between kisses. “Think you could give me a show now?”
“I don’t think I want to sing now–” Harry met her gaze, then quickly realized. “You mean strip?” She laughed at Harry’s cheeks turning red. “Yeah, I can do that.”
Harry had no idea how to make taking off skinny jeans sexy. It’s just not. He didn’t think he’d make it this far with her, but if he knew it’s not like he has any other pants to wear that aren’t his old pajamas.
He sat up on his knees and tried to unbuckle his belt, tossing it to the floor before attacking the button and zipper. He tried to shimmy out of his jeans in a respectable way but when he looked up at Y/n and saw that she was biting her lip, holding back a laugh.
“Stop laughing!”
“Am not!” She giggled. “You look so hot right now. I’m soaking.” Harry didn’t appreciate the sarcasm.
“That would sound hot if you weren’t just laughing at me.” He whined. Y/n smiled as she–in a not pathetic way–took off her pants, then grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him down so his body was up against hers and his fingers were touching her core.
“You look so hot right now.” She whispered in his ear. “I’m soaking.”
Harry wasn’t even being touched but moaned. “C-can I take these off?” His voice is croaky, barley above a whisper. His figures playing with the lace of her panties.
“Take ‘em off love.” Harry smiled at not only the nickname, but seeing those panties on her floor. He nearly ripped them off with his eagerness–maybe one day he could actually do just that, but another time.
“Can I go down on you?” He asked, his voice was more confident this time, smiling like crazy. He has always thought that eating out a women was one of the hottest things that could happen in his sex life–and honestly one of the hottest things that could happen in porn too.
“Fuck yes.” Harry got down and was face to face–or face to pussy–and took a bold lick. “Fuck, Harry more.” Y/n’s hands were tangled in Harry’s hands once again and the tension grew tighter on his skin as Harry got more confident and started to really eat her out.
Y/n felt as though she was on fire, she knew the pleasure that could come from masterbation but it was a completely different pleasure when someone else was doing all of the work, especially with his tongue. He would occasionally stop and nibble at her thighs, not hard enough to leave a hickey, but enough to leave the sting of his love bite too.
While eating her out, Harry fell in love with oral sex. Something about it made him feel all hot–and it didn’t hurt that everytime Y/n thighs would squeeze around him that he could feel all the blood from his head go straight to his dick. He grinded his cock on the bed in a feeble attempt to get off, but he could only go so far and get so close to his release. He only had boxers on right now, and he so badly wanted them off, but he soon realized that if he were to cum from eating out Y/n, it would probably not be the best for his ego.
“Harry, fuck, Harry.” She moaned, her voice closer and closer to being inaudible. Harry stopped and looked up towards her, removing his mouth from her pussy. She looked amazing, sweat glistening from her face and on her boobs. Harry, though had a thin strand of her juices and spit on his lips, spoke softly to her. “I want you inside me.”
“I want to be inside of you so bad.” Harry got up and kissed her, touching her breasts while her hands trailed down his chest and onto his waist where the band of his boxers laid. She slowly took them off, almost as if she wanted Harry to feel this torture that was teasing, but they soon were thrown on the floor with the rest of their clothing.
They stared at each other, both naked and so loving. Harry’s eyes scanned over her body, stopping a bit longer at her breasts but then continued down. Y/n looked down from Harry’s hair down to his cock. She first saw the star tattoo on his bicep, she liked it and thought it was cute. But her eyes landed on something more exciting–his dick.
But then she remembered.
“Condoms.” She said, looking at Harry with almost a hurt expression.
“Fuck, I might have one.” Harry stumbled up and went to find his pants. A little while ago, someone jokingly put a condom in Harry’s wallet to embarrass him–long story–and he doesn’t think he took it out. “Do you see where my jeans are?”
“Uh, right by my bra. Other side.” She told him, anxiously waiting while also a tad cold.
“Thanks.” Harry would put his jeans and the wallet inside. The moment of truth is when he opened it and luckily found an unopened condom. He joined Y/n on the bed and gave her a kiss. He tried to open the condom wrapper but his hands were too sweaty to do so.
“Here.” She took the condom from him and easily ripped the condom and handed it back to him and fuck, he nearly busted right there. Harry took the condom and carefully rolled it onto his dick–his dick that looked absolutely jaw dropping.
“A-are.” Harry cleared his throat. “Are you ready?”
She nodded her head. “Yes.” Then Y/n looked back at him. “Are you?”
“Yeah.” Harry smiled and then when he put his tip in his entrance he was fucked–literally. They’ve both never felt greater pleasure then when Harry slowly put the rest of his cock in her pussy.
“Fuck, Harry, feel so good.” She moaned when he was fully in her. Harry wanted to moan but he couldn’t even think–he just felt, and all he felt was pleasure.
“Can, can I move?” Harry asked, practically begging. She nodded and he started to experimentally move in and out. He started moaning–loud–and cursing under his breath. “You’re so tight, fuck.”
One arm was holding himself up, the other was touching her breast while he kissed her passionately. She arched her back which made their chests touch, causing his hand to slip out and go down to her clit. He knew she was close–fuck he was really close–so he knew to push her over the edge: he had to rub her clit.
"Fuck, Har!" She whined, kissing more feverishly to Harry.
“I’m really close.” Harry told her. “Want you to come before me.”
“Close, just don’t stop, don’t stop–” With a couple more thrusts she clenched around Harry, moaning as her orgasam washed over her. Feeling her death grip on his cock, and hearing her moans, Harry released into the condom.
“Holy fuck!” Harry collapsed onto Y/n, not yet moving from being inside of her. “That, that was…”
“Amazing?”
“Better than amazing.” Harry happily sighed. But, she needed to burst to bubble.
“I need to clean up. Can you…” Harry groaned but reluctantly agreed and pulled out, and fuck did it sting. Y/n got up and stood on her legs, a bit light headed but went on to the bathroom attached to the bedroom.
She closed the door and looked at herself in the mirror. She was happy—she now has a boyfriend that is the sweetest person ever, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was all going too fast. Harry was her first official boyfriend, and is the person she lost her virginity to, she doesn’t regret that, but it was weird opening up to someone that she’s known for only five months which is an extremely small time considering she met her one other friend when they were in primary school.
Y/n just doesn’t want to get ahead of herself. But it was a foreign yet welcomed sensation that she could have intimacy with someone like this, not just sex but emotional intimacy.
Harry on the other hand felt like he just had an edible. He felt floaty, happy, and really down to earth. It took him a moment to realize that he needed to get his act together and he better take the condom off and throw it away; which he did, but not without his hands shaking.
Today went better than Harry ever could have expected—better than any porn he watched too. The first starters got a girlfriend, which deserves a whole night of celebration; secondly, he lost his virginity, another reason to celebrate. The singer couldn’t feel any better, although he did miss Y/n next to him. He really appreciated the intimacy during sex, which he never really considered until in the moment, but it also caused him to crave her more.
She wouldn't kick him out now that they had sex, thought, right? She wouldn't say 'thanks for the fuck now leave', would she? Harry stood awkwardly in the room trying to figure out his next step.
Y/n walked back into the room, she felt a bit out of place, unsure of what her next move should be. Her arms wrapped around herself, covering her chest and trying to even her breathing.
“So…”
“So.” Harry looked around, doubt starting to cloud him. “Do you want me to leave?” He looked down and started looking for his boxers.
“No! Not, unless you need to go.” She didn’t want to feel like he was stuck, staying here with her. But Harry smiled, glad she wanted him to stay.
“I’d like to stay.” Harry laid back down onto the bed, before realizing. “I-I’ll get some clothes.”
“It’s fine. Scooch. I like left side.” Y/n moved him over and tried to get under the sheets, before Harry got pay back by grabbing her by the waist and rolling her so her back was against his chest. Soft giggles filled the room before they both knew it; they were happy, blissful, and in pure awe of each other. Any concerns or questions vanished with a simple touch of their lover's body.
"Guest gets left side." He called, rubbing his nose and leaving a kiss on the back of her head.
Harry yawned, causing Y/n to yawn as well–of course erupting in a little laughter. Harry knew he should get this out now, in the moment. “You were my first, and I’m really glad you were.” He breathed. "I really really like you."
“You were my first too.” She turned to face him, booping his nose. “And I really like you too.”
“Wow, fangirl much.” Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes. Earning a quick nudge in the groin. “Ow, sensitive there.”
“Try that again.”
“How about we go on a date–next Friday?”
“Can’t we do it sooner?” She asked. “Maybe tomorrow morning? I make amazing waffles.”
“Only if you let me make the eggs.”
She hummed, agreeing to the deal. “Alright, lover. Night.”
