Harry recording you sucking him off for him to have smth when he’s on tour? For sin hour👀🍉
“before you start.. can i ask you something?” harry’s thumb rubbed your chin as you looked up at him in between his legs. “i won’t do this if you say no, but i wanted to ask if i could.. erm.. film you. just a little something for when i miss you on tour”
butterflies fluttered in your stomach as his words processed in your mind. “of course it’s okay, harry, thank you for asking me” you kissed him softly, harry slowly taking out his phone and turning on the camera. you slowly sank down in between his knees again, kissing his thighs softly and rubbing circles with your thumbs into his belly.
harry holds his phone with one hand and combs your hair with the other, watching as you slowly pull down his sweatpants and underwear. “please..”
“look at you.. you’re dripping for me already” you smile and rub your thumb over his tip slowly, watching him shift as he begged you to do something through his body motions. you look up at him, licking up his cock to the tip.
“fuck yes, you’re so fucking gorgeous” he moaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you slowly take him into your mouth. your hand pumps his cock slowly as you bob your head. you move your eyes to look directly into the camera, making sure to give future harry some teasing as well.
your eyes train back on harry’s hazy eyes, his mouth ajar as pretty moans fall off his pink lips. harry’s fingers desperately gripped your hair, whimpering your name as your hand caresses his balls, gagging around him.
you pick your head up, harry holding your chin and rubbing your swollen lips. “you’re so beautiful, absolutely stunning” you smile, pumping him slowly in your hand as you slowly kiss him, harry setting up his phone so he didn’t have to hold it anymore. he pushed up your shirt, twisting your nipples in between his fingers.
harry smirked as he felt your moan against his lips, your nails digging into his thigh as your hand slows down around his cock. “do you want me to stop? or are you close?” your hand slightly squeezes his cock and he gasps, holding your chin. you keep eye contact with him as you pick up the pace of your hand. “i can tell, oh my, look at you. you are so desperate to cum, aren’t you? you want me to give you permission, huh?” harry nods frantically, begging with his eyes to cum. “no no, my sweet, you need to use your words”
“please, baby, please let me cum. let me paint those pretty tits of yours, please” you smile as his words, leaning back and jerking his cock, harry holding your hair and thrusting his hips up, letting out a moan as his cum spurts into your chest. “fuck.. fuck.. yesss..” he hisses, watching you as you smile at him. your tongue cleans him up, then taking some of his cum on your chest onto your fingers, looking into the camera as you suck on your fingers.
you hold onto his thighs as you stand up, wiping your chest and pulling your shirt down. harry pulls up his underwear and sweatpants, holding out his hand. you take it, sitting on his lap and laying your head on his shoulder. your finger traced down his nose, over his lips and he pretends to bite your finger, making you both laugh. “i’m gonna miss you”
“i know, i’m gonna miss you more. you’ll come visit me though, right?” he mumbles, kissing the pads of your fingers. he looks at you, massaging his thumb into your palm.
“of course, i’ll visit you whenever i can, i just don’t want you to leave” you kiss his neck a couple of times, snuggling tighter into him. his hands rub your back, kissing your nose and cheek.
“i love you”
“i love you more, harry” you peck his lips, snuggling into his chest.
“where’s my ph.. oh whoops i was still recording” he laughs, stopping the video and smiling as he gets porn and soft shit in one video. harry knew that video was just going to make him miss you even more.
Okay u asked and I will deliver: What if ur a singer too and ur dating harry but it’s all hush hush. u come to the watermelon sugar mv shoot with him and get really jealous over all the girls there and he notices. Once hes done and ur back at ur house he shows u that ur the only one he wants by making u unable to walk the next day
harry: Are you coming today?
yn: yeah, i’m on my way. just finished recording my part of our song
harry: Can’t wait to see you❤️
butterflies always swarmed in your stomach when he always said something sweet. even after 2 years of dating, he always managed to make you feel those butterflies in your stomach. you typed the location into the gps, the shoot location over an hour away from the studio.
you put on the sunglasses harry had left in your car, blasting your music and waving your hand in the wind as you drive to harry’s music video shoot.
an hour and fifteen minutes later and you arrived to the beach. you hop out, smiling when harry waves to you. you head down, sitting in a chair under the tent. you can hear paparazzi cameras being snapped as you sat down, so you subtly flipped them off.
sure, you and harry were dating, but did they have to know? maybe you were just a friend. they were just nosey assholes who need a quick buck.
“aand action!”
you were glad the sunglasses were a dark red so no one saw how large your pupils got. your fist clenched the arm of the chair, watching girls put themselves all over harry. kissing, rubbing, every thing to get you to be the jealous girlfriend.
“cut!”
you unclench your fist and jaw, the girls getting off of harry. harry jogs over to you, out of breath. “hi gorgeous, are you liking it so far?”
“oh yeah, love watching girls kiss and rub up all on my boyfriend” you lean back in the chair, pulling the sunglasses down a bit to look up at him over the glasses.
“do i sense a little bit of.. jealousy, miss yn?” harry smirked and you rolled your eyes, pushing him away. he laughs, playfully pushing your jaw with his fist. “oh, nothing to be jealous of. besides.. i think these paps will put out a story soon about how close we’re talking right now and make it into us dating”
“‘cause we’re not?” you raise your eyebrows and he scoffs.
“who said that, miss jealousy? then what have we been doing for the past 6 months?” harry winked and booped your nose. you push him away, crossing your legs again as you watch him jog back to set. he winked at you before they started to shoot again, and you couldn’t stand to see it anymore.
you never were the jealous type, but when the whole world and those girls were all over harry, it was hard not to be. you texted harry that you’d be at your place, ignoring the paparazzi as you drove away.
you pick up some food at a drive thru, harry texting you a couple times asking why you left and how he wished he could see you more, and that he’d be over when they were finished for the day. you kicked your shoes off and changed into pajama shorts and one of harry’s shirts with no bra, laying on the couch and re-watching ‘friends’
hours past, and you were on season 3 episode 2 when harry knocked on the door. you had nearly fallen asleep with the empty food bag on the coffee table. you shot up, quickly running to throw your garbage away. the door slams closed, harry just letting himself in.
“oh please, won’t you come-” harry doesn’t let you finish, he grabs your face and kisses you, grabbing your waist and putting you on top of the counter.
“i couldn’t stop thinking about you before you got to the shoot, and when you left, you were racing through my mind even more. you’re so fucking addicting, yn. and might i add..” harry’s fingers find his way into your underwear, making you gasp. “fucking sexy when you’re jealous”
your fingers gripped the hair at the back of his head and moan into his mouth as his thumb slowly rubs your clit. harry pushes down your shorts and underwear, tossing them behind him as he puts his middle and ring fingers into your mouth. you look into his eyes as he pumps them slowly, ripping them away and kissing you as he slides his fingers into you.
“fuck harry” you gasp, holding onto his biceps as he fucks you fast with his fingers. his thumb quickly rubs your clit back and forth, leaving hickies all around your neck and collarbone. “harry.. i need to..”
“nuh uh, i want you to cum around me, sweetheart” he pulls you off the counter, sliding off his shirt and pushing down his pants, kicking them behind him with your shorts and taking off your shirt as well. you spit in your hand, pumping his cock a bit before he roughly bent you over the cold counter. your nipples hardened against the granite, moaning as harry thrusts his cock into you. “no one could ever compare to you, princess, no one”
harry held your chin up, making you make eye contact with him as he roughly thrusted into your. “fuck harry, i’m sorry for being j-jealous, fuck” you gasp, letting out a moan and shaking your legs as harry hit your g-spot. harry stopped, turning you around and picking you up. he kisses you roughly, pushing you over the arm of the couch.
harry’s hands gripped your hips tightly as he pounded into you, loud moans and grunts coming from yours and harry’s mouths. harry’s fingers rub your clit in a fast circle, your legs trembling around him. you clench around harry as you cum, scratching down his chest as you squirm. he slowly moves his hips, making you twitch.
“i’m not done with you yet, princess, i’m gonna show you you’re the only one i want, tell me when you’re ready, okay?”
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you woke up the next morning- it was basically afternoon considering it was noon- in harry’s arms. your bodies were stuck together, a night of endless sex. harry had come over at 9, and the two of you didn’t stop until nearly 11.
you kiss harry’s nose, peeling his arm off of you and taking the covers off, going to get up but you hiss in pain. harry immediately shot up, rubbing his eyes. “what’s wrong?” he asked in his morning voice.
“erm, had a bit of a rough night last night, and now i can’t walk” you blush, harry laughing and falling back agains the bed. you fall back in bed with him, hitting his bicep. “it’s not funny, styles. it’s your fault”
“well, it’s both of our faults. but it’s more my fault ‘cause i fucked you so hard” you blush, leaning forward and kissing him softly. “good morning princess”
“morning harry. can you.. uhm.. help me shower?” he smiles, kissing your forehead and getting up. he nods, heading towards the bathroom to start the shower.
“so..” he placed his fists next to your hips, hovering over you and looking at you with hooded eyes. “who’s mine?”
“hm.. i think it’s me” you wrap your arms around his neck, twirling his curls around your fingers. “and who is mine?”
“why, i believe it’s me, miss yn” he smiles, leaning down and kissing you passionately. “i love you, darling”
I've never participated in sin hours before but I had to hop on to ask who you think this fits best with: Passionate, loving sex, but he's dominant enough to keep it exciting. Ass slapping, him complimenting you while you whine. He loves fingering you and trying to continue kissing you as you fall apart and just when you're about to cum on his fingers, he decides to eat you out instead. Moaning into each other's mouths as he cums inside you,
Soooo exited for sin and soft hours! 😍 could you write something with Jeff again? It's been soo loong 👀 maybe something teasing? Pre Relationship? Very soft? A little smutty? ~ vlobsessed 🎀
“god could you be anymore annoying?” you grunt as you slap jeff’s hand away from your food.
“i could, but i don’t want that pretty head of yours to explode” he snatched a fry from your plate, chewing it with a shit-eating grin painted on his face. you roll your eyes, scooting closer to david.
“dude, personal space” david pushed your shoulders and laughed, and you nuzzled your head into his arm. jeff’s fingers rubbed together, sipping his beer as he watched you and david interact flirtatiously.
“what i can’t snuggle with you anymore? or is that just a secret thing?” you laughed as david elbows you, scooting back over into your own space. jeff clenches his jaw, unlocking his phone and leaning back against the booth.
your phone dung in your lap, and it was a text from jeff.
jeff: Not cool.
you smirk, locking your phone and finishing your drink. you swung a leg over david’s thigh, scrolling on your phone and david just tapping against your skin like it was nothing.
you all pitched in to pay for dinner, jeff walking behind you as he kept his head in his phone. everyone piled into his car, you in the passenger seat. jeff started the engine, dropping everyone off and you were last.
he parked in your driveway, not even looking at you. “surprised you didn’t get out at david’s house to go snuggle him” he mumbled, making you laugh.
“jealous is very hot on you, wittek” you lean over, kissing the corner of his mouth. his hand wrapped around your throat, slowly pulling you into his lap.
“you’re mine, and only mine, understood?” you nod, jeff leaning his seat back and slowly pulling your dress up, kneading your ass in his hands. “you’re so fucking annoying, flirting with david like that right in front of me” he mumbled against your lips. his large hands gave your ass a hard spank, making you moan into his lips.
your fingers fumble with his jeans, impatiently pushing them down as well as his underwear. jeff looked into your eyes as he spit in his hand, pumping his cock a bit before you slid down on his cock. “fuuck jeff”
“could david fill you up like this, huh?” he bit your neck, gripping your hips and roughly bouncing your hips. your fingers hold onto his hair, kissing him hungrily. you moan into his mouth as the tip of his cock his your spot repeatedly. “you feel so good, so fucking good”
you lean back against the steering wing, careful not to honk the horn accidentally. jeff’s hands slid up and down your body as you bounced your hips. “i..”
“you what? you need to ask, remember?”
“please.. please, jeff. please let me cum” his hand wrapped around your throat again, squeezing slightly.
“you’re allowed. come on, let me hear those pretty moans” your fingers rub your clit, letting out a string of moans as you cum around jeff. he lifts you up, cumming on your stomach with low groans falling off his lips. you lean your head back, catching your breath. jeff cleans you up with napkins, kissing you again. “just remember what i said, hm?” he held your chin, pressing his forehead against yours.
“i’m yours and you’re mine. good night jeff” you kiss him again, hopping out of his car and waving as you head into your house. jeff smiles to himself, adjusting his pants before heading home himself.
sitting on Taron’s lap for the first time and he gets a hard on 👀👀
you took a sip of your wine, searching around the christmas party for somewhere to sit. you frown, every seat taken.
“c’mere, you can sit on my lap” taron held out his hand and you smile, kissing his cheek before taking a seat on his lap. you adjust yourself to make yourself comfortable, and you heard a very audible gasp from taron.
“are you okay? did i hurt you?” your eyes widen as you feel his hard on press against your ass. “definitely didn’t hurt you”
“i-i’m sorry, you’re just so gorgeous in that mrs. clause costume and i-” you kiss him, taron nearly spilling his drink as he drinks in every second. “i need your help”
“come on then” you smile, excusing yourself and taron putting his coat over his crotch, the both of you heading upstairs to the last bathroom in the hallway. he locks the door behind him, throwing his coat on the floor and wrapping his hand around his throat as he kisses you.
taron backs you up against the toilet and sits you down, tilting your chin up. your hand rub over his bulge, taron’s fingers combing through your hair as he watches you unbutton and unzip his pants. “come on, sweet, please do something”
“as you wish, my love” you pull down his underwear, kissing up from the base of his cock to the tip. he was aching red, leaking pre-cum, and it made your mouth water. you lower your head down onto his cock, taron moaning.
“fuck, yeah just like that. such a good girl” he pushes the hat off of your head, pulling your hair into a make shift pony tail. “can i take over, beautiful?”
you nod, taron holding your jaw open as he thrusts into your mouth. your eyes flutter closed with tears forming. you tapped on his thighs, taron pulling away and letting you catch your breath.
“you’re so perfect, fuck” he wiped his thumb over your lips, moaning softly as you jerk his cock. “i.. i.. fuck, darling” you put your mouth around his cock again, bobbing your head as he tosses his head back, his cum painting your tongue.
“so quick.. the quickest you’ve ever came, my love” you lick your mouth, taron standing you up and giving you a kiss.
“well how can i not when you’re just so fucking sexy, hm?” you laugh, kissing him again and getting yourself situated in the mirror, taron kissing your neck and fixing himself as well. “come on, let’s go dance”
no worries. the idea was being in a relationship with taron, and he’s been away filming for a while. he decides to surprise you by coming home earlier than planned, and he inadvertently catches you getting off to one of his movies.
“i miss you so much, it’s not even funny, t. i just really wish 3 months could go by with a snap of my fingers” you pout, picking with your nails as you look at taron’s face.
“i know, darling. but the movie is half-way finished, and in 7 weeks i get to come to you on our filming break” you whine, falling back against the bed and bringing your phone with you. “you’re cute when you whine. okay i have to go, my love. we have an early shoot in the morning and i wanna get a nice rest for tomorrow. i love you so so so much”
taron blew a kiss into the phone and you blow one back. “i love you more, taron. i’ll talk to you tomorrow” you hit the red button, hanging up the facetime call. you drop your phone on the bed, sighing and closing your eyes.
you take in the silence for a minute before turning on the tv, and on one of the cable channel, ‘kingsman: the golden circle’ was planning. you smile, laying back against the pillows and watching the tv.
it was at the part where eggsy was in the tent with clara, and he has to get the tracker inside of her. your smile quickly drops, crossing your legs together. they fall onto the bed and eggsy puts the finger tracker on, and you decided to push your hand into your underwear too.
you rub your clit, watching his hand and moaning as you think of taron. your other hand pushes up under your shirt, massaging your breast in your hand. your back arches a bit off the bed, moaning taron’s name.
“now what do we have here?” you shriek, covering your face as you roll over on your stomach. “oh, darling, if you were going to tell me you were going to touch yourself to me, i would’ve stayed on the phone”
“taron.. please..” you mumble into your hands, taron turning off the tv. he fell on the bed, pushing you onto your back and hovering over you. he took your hands off your face, revealing your red heated cheeks. “no don’t look at me”
“darling, do you think i haven’t see you do that before?” he teased, kissing you up and down your neck and jaw.
“you said you weren’t going to be home until 7 weeks, taron! you lied to me. i thought we said no lying”
“well.. i just thought lying would acceptable this time because i wanted to surprise you. and in return, i got a surprise as well” you groan, hiding your face again. taron’s laughs, kissing your neck a couple times. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry” he nudged his nose with yours, looking at you in your eyes. “did you finish?”
“n-no”
“can i finish for you?” he asked softly, and your leg twitched a bit.
“please” taron smiled, taking the glasses off his face and turning back to the loud tv, where eggsy and whiskey were stuck at the ski slope. you turned the tv off, focusing on taron falling in between your legs. he pushed your underwear down, kissing your thighs as he looks up at you. your fingers comb through his hair, moaning as his tongue licks a stripe up your folds.
“fuck, darling, i’ve missed you” he moaned, sliding his two fingers in and fucking you slowly. you arch your back, rolling your hips against his tongue as he wraps an arm around your thigh.
“t... taron... fuck” your thighs shake around his head, body jolting as you cum on his tongue. “jesus.. fuck i’ve missed you” he picked his head up and wiped his mouth, kissing you softly. “i haven’t seen you in nearly 2 months, and i just came in 5 minutes. i really.. fucking.. missed you” you pull up your underwear, taron taking off his clothes and laying next to you.
taron’s fingers softly tuck loose hair behind your ear, watching you with soft eyes. “i really did miss coming home to you. all i go to the hotel room and see is a new hand towel animal on my bed” you laugh, your head falling into his chest.
“i missed you more, taron. how long are you here?”
“actually.. we finished. so i’m all yours until a new movie” you shoot up, straddling his waist and kissing him all over his face. “okay, okay, i’m guessing you’re very upset about it”
“god i love you, i love you, i love you” you mumble in between kisses.
thigh riding taron while he gives u those wholesome neck kisses😳
(using this video as a reference)
“come on, pretty girl” taron parred his thigh and you nod, straddling his jeaned thigh. taron’s large hands gripped your hips, rocking them back and forth slowly. “you’re gonna ride my thigh”
you whimper, the feeling new to you. his fingers move your loose shorts and underwear to the side, smiling as you let out a moan. you put your feet to the ground and take over, taron leaning forward and leaving big kisses along your neck slowly, nipping each time.
“does that feel good, sweetheart? hm?” he hums and you nod. “you ride my thigh so good. can i try something?”
“yes sir” you gulp as taron smirks, bouncing his leg. you gasp, rolling your eyes back and moaning. taron chuckles, pushing you towards his knee and quickly bouncing his leg. “yes yes, taron, keep going, fuck”
“come on baby, cum for me, good girl, come on” he mumbled against your neck and you grip his shoulders, lifting your hips up slightly as you cum but taron holds you down, fingers slowly rubbing your clit through your orgasm.
“i-i made a mess. i’m sorry, sir, i’m so sorry” you frantically apologize but he holds your chin, shushing you.
“don’t apologize, my girl. i told you to ride my thigh, you’re okay for making the mess” you nod, leaning down and kissing him over and over. “did you like that?”
“a lot” you blush, taron smiling and kissing your neck a couple of times. “i-i like when you kiss my neck too” you mumble, your fingers running through taron’s hair as he smiles against your skin.
