He had his eyes closed with his head tilted back while he played the drums, knowing the song so well he didn’t have to look. His long, sweaty hair went past his shoulders, swaying along with his head whenever he bopped his head to the music. He showed off his various tattoos, glistening whenever the light hit his sweaty skin. His mouth was slightly open, his tongue sometimes darting out to wet his lips. The heat was licking his skin all over, his skin prickling with sweat.
Harry knew that Y/N was watching him from somewhere in the big crowd that was cheering loudly, trying to find her. He would look through all the people, looking for the face he recognized the most. He enjoyed looking at all the many people, though, smiling from all their loud cheers and whistles.
The music was loud and thumping against the floors. The atmosphere was so… electric. The raunchy sound of electric guitar, the loud thumps of each hit of the drumsticks, the loud singing and almost yelling, it all felt so electric. It made pure adrenaline run through Harry’s veins that went all throughout his body, it made him feel such euphoria.
Y/N was cheering along with the crowd, sometimes taking a few pictures with a couple fans. Her eyes were mainly focused on Harry, admiring how he looked while he was up there.
Harry eventually found Y/N in the crowd, laughing and shaking his head a little when she waved at him innocently.
He looked like pure sex.
•••
“Need you so bad.” Harry said against Y/N’s lips, placing his hands on her hips and squeezing softly. They were back at the hotel they were staying at for now and Harry was still high on all the adrenaline. He was so needy, unable to take his hands off of Y/N and stop running his hands all over her body. He couldn’t stop begging and saying how much he wanted—or needed her.
The kiss they had was hot and messy, their tongues sliding against each other’s and their tastes lingering on their tongues. Y/N’s hand was on the back of his neck, lightly gripping the hairs at his nape. Harry’s fingers were digging into Y/N’s hips, gripping them so tightly she was sure he was going to leave bruises for her to see the next day.
“Yeah, baby?” She chuckled softly, pushing his hair away from his face. “You looked so pretty on stage.” She murmured and Harry hummed, leaning in to press wet, open-mouthed kisses to her neck. She moaned softly and tangled her hand in his hair, her other hand slowly trailing down his chest, eventually reaching the bulge in his pants. She palmed him over his pants softly, the small whimper that he let out against her skin making her smile a little, and she pressed her hand a little harder against him.
“Please.” He groaned softly.
“Please what? I need to know, darling.” She said calmly, even though she knew exactly what he was begging for.
“Please touch me.” He sighed softly, leaning into her touch, “I’ve been so good for you, please.”
He was a sight to see, honestly. He was so tall and muscular yet he was such a pathetic little mess for Y/N. He would melt into a puddle beneath her feet whenever she degraded him and called him her little whore, his eyes would roll to the back of his head whenever she called him a good boy, and he would get off simply from the reminder that he was all hers.
“Maybe.” She said softly, “Wanna use you first.”
Harry looked at her, pleading with his eyes. His pretty pink lips were shiny with spit and Y/N just wanted to make him cry.
“Get on your knees. Don’t touch yet.”
All Harry could do was listen, so he got down on his knees in front of her, maintaining eye-contact. He watched her every movement, wishing so bad that he was the one undressing her instead of her having to do it herself. He took his lower lip in between his teeth, inhaling sharply at the sight of a pair of lacy panties clinging to her body deliciously. He watched her unclasp her bra and ignored how it fell to the ground right beside him, his eyes flickering to her soft tits that he wanted to kiss and suck.
She looked divine.
“Eat me out.” She said bluntly, “But don’t touch.”
Harry only nodded and shuffled a little closer, looking up at her as he took the waistband of her panties in between his teeth, pulling them down her soft thighs. He kept his hands on his thighs obediently, his nails digging into the fabric of his black jeans a little bit. They eventually fell to her ankles and Harry looked at her sweet pussy, leaning in whilst darting his tongue out to taste her.
“Fuck.” She said softly, closing her eyes and tilting her head back a little. She grasped his hair and pulled him a little closer, holding him there. She let out soft moans as he started off slow, running his tongue along her slit and teasing her clit with his tongue.
Harry hummed softly against her in satisfaction, resisting the urge to bring his hands up and hold her thighs. He kept looking up at her as he tasted her sweet arousal, getting impossibly even more turned on purely from her taste on his tongue and her pretty moans entering his ears. He let out a soft whimper when she gripped his hair, telling him to make her come, which became his main and only focus.
He closed his eyes, working her up with his tongue. He would moan and whimper against her ever so often, licking at her core eagerly. She would grip and tug at his hair harshly while letting filthy, obscene moans slip past her lips carelessly. She was starting to get hot all over, getting closer and closer to her peak as the time passed. While Harry ate her out, he subtly started palming himself over his jeans while he ate her out, trying to get himself off.
Y/N noticed when she had looked down and saw, letting out a disapproving sound before using one of her feet to push his hand away.
“Don’t touch yourself.”
•••
“Shut up.” Y/N said firmly while grasping Harry’s face, making him whimper while he looked at her. “All you do is whine and beg like a pathetic little bitch, don’t you know how to shut up and be good?” She degraded, making his cheeks grow warm.
“Open.”
Harry parted his lips and stuck his tongue out when Y/N let go of his face, moaning softly while he watched spit drip from her lips, soon falling down onto his tongue. He swallowed before she even told him to, sticking his tongue out again after, as if he wanted more. That made her chuckle softly and she leaned back, sitting on Harry’s thighs.
They were on the bed now, messing up the pristine white sheets on it. Y/N had been teasing Harry for a little while now, riling him up and dragging this out for as long as she possibly could. She would touch him everywhere except for where he needed her most, and she would also touch him exactly where he wanted to her, but just barely giving him any stimulation.
“Y/N.” Harry groaned, starting to get impatient.
“Ask nicely, baby.”
“Please touch me.” He pleaded, desperation clear in his voice. His breath hitched when her hand trailed up his chest and her fingers wrapped around his throat, his slightly-wide eyes looking into hers.
“Use me. You can do anything to me, just- just please touch me.”
a/n: i wanna fuck him
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Not to be that person but I think I’m gonna have to write about drummer!harry. In some grungy, alternative band that plays the dingiest and dirtiest bars in London. Thoughts?
“Want it harder, please.” Harry groaned softly, wanting Y/N to fuck him harder and faster rather than slow and gentle. He always liked it a little more rough. He liked seeing bruises being left on his skin and faint, red marks going down his skin. Plus, Y/N was going at a painfully slow pace, which was barely enough to make him come.
“You want it harder, baby?” She asked him with a soft chuckle leaving her lips, gripping Harry’s hips. Her strap was buried deep inside of him, her hips flush against his ass. She still wasn’t moving a single inch, which made him a little annoyed, starting to grind against her a little in hopes of getting himself off.
“Please.”
Y/N saw how he was grinding against her now and stopped him, pulling out and just barely staying inside of him, before thrusting back into him deeply. It knocked a loud moan out of Harry, and he gripped the sheets tightly. That was exactly what he was looking for, and now all he wanted was to have more of it. He dropped his head and closed his eyes, letting out soft ‘ah’s’ as Y/N started to fuck him hard and fast, just like he wanted.
“Is this what you wanted? To be fucked like a whore?” She asked him breathlessly, gripping his hips a little tighter. She pushed the skirt he was wearing a little higher, getting a nice view of her strap fucking in and out of him quickly.
“Y-yeah.”
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all the aus reacting to y/n giving them flowers (including Jack n joe)
— bouquets and bouquets of flowers
— alien!harry
y/n looked around as she entered her home, closing the door behind her while also putting her bag on the floor. she was holding a bouquet of flowers that she bought while driving back home, which were specifically for harry.
“you’re home!”
y/n jumped a bit and chuckled softly when she saw harry now in front of her, letting out a small ‘umph’ when he hugged her tightly. she hugged him back and gave him a small pat on the back as well before pulling back, handing him the flowers.
“for you.” she smiled softly. “saw some on the drive home and figured you’d like them.”
harry’s cheeks grew warm, smiling as he took the flowers.
“thank you.”
— nerd!harry
y/n rang harry’s doorbell, standing on his doorstep as she waited for him to open the door. she tapped her foot against the ground a bit, peeking through the small sliver of glass at the sides of his door to see if anyone was inside.
she then stood up straight when she saw the doorknob twist, smiling a bit.
“hi! so sorry, i was cleaning.” harry smiled as he opened the door, making y/n’s smile grow bigger. “what brings you here?” he chuckled softly and she shrugged.
“wanted to surprise you.” she said and handed him the bouquet of flowers in her hand, making him laugh a bit.
“thank you, they’re really pretty.” he admired the flowers. “come in, come in.”
— fairy!harry
“you could put them in your house.” y/n smiled as harry held the bouquet of flowers in his hand that she gave him. he laughed and nudged her side, admiring the flowers.
“shut up.” he mumbled, cheeks warm and pink. they would never fit in his house considering how, well, it was a dollhouse for whenever he turned small.
“do you like them?”
“of course i do! they’re so pretty, i love them.”
- spellcaster!harry
“harry! look!”
harry got up from bed when he heard y/n call his name from the kitchen, nearly slipping while walking quickly since he had socks on. he walked into the kitchen and his eyes widened a bit when he saw her with his wand in her hand, although smiled upon seeing the smile on her face.
“i made flowers appear. see?” she smiled and held up a bouquet of flowers that came out of nowhere.
well, it may have disappeared from some random person’s flower shop, but who cares, right?
“how?”
“magic.” she shrugged and harry laughed, wrapping his arms around y/n’s waist when she took a flower and tucked it behind his ear.
— drummer!harry
got you some flowers, thought they were nice. hope you like them. :)
love, y/n.
harry held the small card that came along with the bouquet of flowers y/n had gotten harry. harry’s cheeks were warm and he gulped quietly, taking the flowers up to his nose to give them a small sniff, the floral scent going up his nose.
she got him flowers.
no one’s done that for him before.
— frat boy!harry
y/n smiled when she saw the flowers she had gotten for harry sitting in a vase that was full of water, sat on the coffee table in the living room. harry had called her over and it was about 6 p.m. she walked past the living room and headed to harry’s room, knocking before entering.
“didn’t hear you come in.” harry chuckled softly and got up from the bed, wrapping his arms around her waist.
he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, smiling a bit.
he kept the flowers.
— soft dom!harry
“god, i love you.”
harry smiled up at y/n as she straddled his thighs, his hands on her hips. she was laughing and so was he, watching as she leaned over him and pressed her forehead to his.
she came over with a bouquet of flowers in her hands, which were laying on the bed beside them. the flowers smelled nice and they looked nice as well. y/n was kind of like a flower, or at least that’s what harry thought.
flowers were soft and delicate, but also bright and beautiful.
— dad!harry
“daddy, can i have one?” luke asked as he stood in front of harry, eyeing the bouquet of flowers in his hand. harry had let him smell them and he thought they were quite pretty and wanted one for himself.
y/n had gotten them for harry, handing them to him with a soft smile on her face as she did. while she was out doing errands and harry was at home, taking care of luke, she had passed by a small flower shop and decided to buy a bouquet to bring home.
“here.” harry took one out of the many, handing it to luke, who now had a big smile on his face.
y/n smiled softly as she stood behind the couch harry was sitting on, watching the two.
— doctor!harry
“hey, doctor.” y/n smiled as she walked into harry’s office, making him chuckle softly. she walked over to him and leaned down to press a quick kiss to his lips, holding up the bouquet of flowers she had brought over here.
“hi.” he smiled and took the flowers, smelling them for a second. “what are these for?”
“nothing.” she shrugged. “just thought they were pretty. just like you.”
harry laughed at that and placed the flowers on his desk, getting up and wrapping his arms around her waist, leaning in to kiss her once more.
— mafia!harry
“hi, baby.” y/n smiled and pressed a kiss to harry’s cheek, holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand. harry hummed and smiled a bit, returning the kiss by pressing one to her cheek back.
“got something for you.” she handed him the flowers and he chuckled softly, putting an arm around y/n’s waist as he held the bouquet.
it was kind of funny, really. it was funny because usually harry was this kind of intimidating and overall kind of scary guy and now he had gone all soft for his girlfriend. he would smile and blush whenever she complimented him, sometimes even begging for her to cuddle him.
“thank you, my love.” he murmured.
— asmrry
harry blushed as he took the flowers y/n was giving them, smelling them for a second. he smiled at the gesture, hearing her chuckle softly as she watched him.
“thank you. um,” he was flustered now, “they’re gorgeous, i love them.”
“i’m glad you like them.”
— archaeologist!louis
y/n smiled a bit as she walked into the bedroom, seeing the flowers she had gotten louis yesterday sitting in a clear glass vase. they were right beside the lego flowers he had made for her a while ago on valentine’s day, and she chuckled softly as she looked at the two.
she was dating a dork.
she loved him immensely.
— dad!louis
“ooh, she got you flowers.” cassia smiled as she looked at the bouquet of flowers in louis’ hand. he handed them to her with a soft chuckle leaving his lips and she smelled them, humming softly from the nice smell.
“dad?”
“hm?”
“do you love her? like, actually?”
“yeah… yeah, i do.”
— camboy!louis
y/n furrowed her brows a little as she looked closer at her laptop screen, watching louis’ stream. in the background, there was a vase that had flowers in it, and the flowers looked awfully similar to the ones she got him two days ago.
“fuck.” louis moaned softly as he pleasured himself and y/n looked back at his body, cheeks growing warm.
— skater boy!niall
“niall!” y/n called out, waving her arm as she looked at niall from a distance. she was at the skate park he always went to, holding her own skateboard and a bouquet of flowers she bought for him.
niall smiled as he walked over to her, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
“hi.” she smiled softly.
“hi.” he chuckled and put his skateboard down on the ground, putting his hands on her sides.
“got you flowers.”
niall smiled, taking them.
“thanks, petal.”
— husband!niall
y/n chuckled softly when she walked into her home, seeing her youngest kid sitting on niall’s shoulders. she walked over to niall and pressed a kiss to his cheek, making him smile.
“what’s that, mumma?” her son asked as she handed niall a bouquet of flowers, holding onto niall’s head so he wouldn’t fall.
“flowers.” she smiled at him and brought her hand up, stroking his cheek.
“i love you.” niall murmured and pressed a kiss to y/n’s lips, making her smile.
— brother’s best friend!niall
y/n held the window open as niall came in through it, closing it quietly so no one in the house could hear. she kissed his cheek and walked over to the bed, sitting down on the edge and taking the bouquet of flowers resting beside her.
“dunno’ if my brother is sleeping or not, so just be careful.” y/n looked up at niall and he hummed, leaning down to kiss her lips softly.
“anyway, i got you flowers.” she smiled and handed him the bouquet, making him chuckle.
she let out a small squeak when he pushed her down onto the bed, getting on top of her while pressing kisses all over her face.
“you’re amazing.”
— vampire!zayn
“i got you flowers.”
zayn’s lips parted when y/n handed him a bouquet of red roses, taking them from her. this was kind of weird. he hadn’t received flowers in, well, years. it felt nice though, receiving them. it was simple yet he liked. he wasn’t sure if it was because he hadn’t gotten any in a while or because he had a soft spot for y/n, either way though, he liked the flowers.
“oh, um, thank you.” he said softly and y/n smiled brightly.
— tattoo artist!zayn
“are these for me?” zayn chuckled softly as he looked down at the flowers in y/n’s hand, watching her nod with a smile on her face.
she was coming in to get another tattoo today, and he always tattooed her.
“‘course. for my favorite tattoo artist.”
zayn laughed and took the flowers, taking her over to his station.
— joe
joe stood beside y/n as he watched her buy a bouquet of flowers. he assumed she was buying them for herself and looked around the small shop, admiring all the different kinds of flowers. it smelled nice too, which was great.
“hey, here.” y/n nudged him lightly, handing him the bouquet she just bought.
“oh, they’re for me?”
“of course.” she chuckled. “c’mon, let’s go.”
— jack
“your hands are cold.” jack murmured as y/n tucked a flower behind his ear.
y/n chuckled softly and placed her apparently cold hand on his cheek, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. she was sat on his lap with the bouquet of flowers she had gotten for him resting in between them.
“do you like them?” she asked him softly, referring to the flowers.
“There’s only one bed left…” Y/N said awkwardly and Harry brought his hand up to scratch the back of his neck, looking around before looking back at Y/N. They were both stood beside the one bed left, sharing awkward silence.
“I can sleep on the couch?” Harry offered and Y/N nodded slowly.
“I think Niall’s already asleep there? I’m not sure though. You could check if you want…” She said and Harry only nodded before leaving the room. He took a deep breath and shook his head as he walked into the living room, sighing softly when he saw that Niall was asleep on the couch.
The rest of his bandmates already took the other beds.
Harry hated sleeping with other people. He liked having the bed all to himself, where he could move and squirm all by himself. He hated having to share a bed with someone.
Harry let out a soft sigh before walking back to the room Y/N was in.
“Niall’s there.” Harry said which startled Y/N a little bit. She was now sat on the bed.
“Oh… So does that mean we have to share, or…?”
“Y-yeah, I guess.”
“Cool. That’s- that’s great.” Y/N nodded and bit her lower lip.
Y/N was bursting inside, unlike Harry who was a bit annoyed.
She was going to sleep beside Harry. The grumpy asshole who she had a crush on, for some reason. What a dream.
drummer!harry getting spanked in front of his bandmates. and when they start teasing him he rides y/n’s thigh because he’s so needy
:)
this was a humiliating position.
it was so utterly humiliating and degrading but harry fucking adored it. he was bent over y/n’s lap, his ass raised up a little bit so y/n could spank him better. his skin was already a light red color and whenever she touched him it stung, eliciting a soft hiss and gasp from him whenever she did.
the even more degrading part of it was that his bandmates were watching the entire time, watching y/n punish harry until he was a pathetic, sobbing mess.
