I gather some larries/PR idiots (I think led by stylesunchained?) are claiming that TR isn’t relevant enough to be mentioned and journalists aren’t writing about her/them as a result… So, they claim it’s a PR relationship but simultaneously that TR is “not relevant enough” to write about? How do they explain Harry and TR still being together if neither of them is gaining anything from this PR relationship, since they argue that the “beard” agrees to “stunts” in exchange for fame/relevance?
Multiple journalists have said that photos of celebs with their boyfriends/girlfriends sell much better than ones of the celeb alone, and that applies even if the partner isn't a celeb.
Stylesunchained the 'journalist' has worms for brains. She thinks that this photo was taken by a pap called by Harry and Harry posed for the shot, but the pap deliberately cut off Taylor. It was clearly just taken by some random creeping round the sunbeds and their view was partly blocked by a pillar.
You’ve lived through many many summers of scorching heat but nothing could’ve prepared for the intensity of the sweltering Italian summer. Sun high up in the sky from early morning to early evening, you barely caught any breaks from the constant suffocating rays and it wore you down. It had been three days of prancing around Italy alongside Harry for it to take its toll on you.
Now here you were, in the early hours of a Saturday afternoon, sprawled across the nearest bed you could find instead of walking around the beautiful monuments and winding streets filled with delicious smells that made your mouth water. You had given all that up for a day in favour of staying in and enjoying a long and invigorating nap because try as you might, you were too tired and if you had gone out, it would’ve been only a matter of time before you dropped and begged Harry to take you home.
The room is dark save for the little slivers of sunshine that come in through the window, allowing you to see him - you don’t know at what point in your nap he’d slipped into bed with you but there he was, hair sprawled over his pillow, eyes closed and lips slightly parted and just a few inches away from your face.
He’s pretty, oh so pretty, and it seemed to have had become painfully more obvious the more you spent time with him. When he smiled, your heart skipped several beats and when he pulled you a chair at whatever cafe you had chosen to spend the afternoon at, you felt like your smile was about to rip your cheeks open from how painfully wide it was. Those weren’t even the worst things about it - worse even was the flutter in your stomach when his hand pressed to your lower back and he led you back to the car after you two had spent countless hours at a dimly lit restaurant, making conversation like nothing else in the world mattered. Even worse were the lingering goodnight kisses against your cheek that made you weak at the knees only for him to abandon you at the end of the hall, in the guest bedroom where all those who were his friends belonged.
Because that’s what you were. Friends. Just friends. Friends that had fled the country in secret, together, to spend as many days as you could at his new villa somewhere in Italy where you were utterly alone except for when you went out for food and drinks. Where it was just you and him and stolen touches and flirty smiles and swooping butterflies when, against his better judgement, he’d linked his fingers with yours as the two of you walked back to his home late from dinner the night before. But still, just friends.
Friends that now shared a bed as Harry, too, seeming to have succumbed to the exhaustion of spending the last three days under the Italian sun, snuck into bed with you. Granted it was his bed (the only room in the house where he’d managed to have someone come in to install an AC unit before you came) but still, he was right there, nose to nose with you, a hand resting against the small of your back exposed by the black stretchy top you had favoured earlier that morning. His hand feels warm even though the room is nice and cold and you feel heat crawling up your skin when his blunt fingernails scratch lightly against it in a spine-tingling caress.
“I thought you had plans...” voice filled with sleep, cheek smushed against the pillow and eyes searching his face.l, you mumble. He’s relaxed, the usual line of worry that seemed to be permanently etched between his brows completely smooth and you have the urge to reach up and kiss it.
“Cancelled,” Harry hums, more awake than you would’ve expected, his hand sliding up until the tips of his fingers slip under the edge of your top, your breath catching in your throat.
Swallowing hard, nervous butterflies swirling in your stomach, you do your best to control your voice when you ask...“Alessandro was too busy?”
“No,” shakes his head and then his eyes are open, locked on yours and clear as day even if still a little swollen with sleep. “Jus’ wanted to stay in with yeh.”
The confession is made barely above a whisper and if you weren’t paying attention you would think you misheard him. But the silence in the room is deafening and his words sound more like a shout - he changed his plans to stay in with you. To slip into bed and waste a day sleeping when he could’ve been out and about with his very important friends and making even more important connections but instead he chose to stay with you.
If his sneaky, barely concealed attempts to stolen touches hadn’t been enough to give you butterflies before, this was - his words make your stomach swoop and your hands tingle and paired with the lazy way his fingers drag across your back, up and down and under your top only to slide down your spine again, you feel like this might be some kind of heat-induced daydream. Like you’ve fallen into some alternate reality where instead of friends, the two of you have touching rights because you are his and he is yours and nothing is off-limits and feelings, whatever they are, are on the table for the other to see.
Heart skipping a beat, you feel as if a fire has been turned on under your feet when heat crawls up your toes, legs, thighs all the way to the top of your head when his hand follows the curve of your waist and down your hip only to grip the back of your thigh.
“What are you doing…?” You ask after a few heartbeats of silence as he shuffles closer, nose bumping yours and lips only millimetres away as he pulls you closer by your waist.
“I dunno,” Harry mumbles, eyes flitting from your lips to your eyes and down again, making your hand abandon your pillow to grip his bicep. “Yeh tell me…”
If he doesn’t know then how could you? You have an idea, a hopeful one, but you’re scared to say it and scaring him off, which would make you lose the closeness you’re oh so desperate for. As badly as you try to hide it, you had barely managed to conceal your feelings and this entire trip was just another stolen moment on top of the many you two have shared along the course of your friendship. Touches and holding hands and lingering cheek kisses made you feel like the child who’d stolen cookies from the cookie jar without getting caught and they had ignited the fire of hope in you. A flame that was now a wildfire and the thought of having it extinguished once and for all was terrifying.
“Are you--” you start, breathless, stomach doing somersaults from the nerves that run high, anxiety fighting for space inside of you along with the ache that his hands had stirred.
“Am I…?” He urges and you get on your side as one of his legs slides between both of yours, his hand abandoning your hip only to slide up your stomach.
Your breath catches in your throat and your fingers twist into a fist on his t-shirt, the soft cotton riding up to reveal smooth skin dotted with ink, your lips parting as you try to control your breathing. When you look up at him, his eyes are on yours and he’s less than inches away.
“Are you trying to have sex with me?” In one breath, voice cracking as you finish, you breathe out the question that’s been haunting you since you woke up to find him beside you. Heart hammering in your chest, you wait for his answer.
Croaky and mumbly, he whispers against your lips. “Is it working?”
Leaning forward, his nose brushes yours and with more intent and eagerness than before, Harry’s hands slide down until he can follow the curve of your ass, hand splayed across it before he grips tight and you can’t help the loud, unabashed moan that comes out. Reaching up for his cheek, you pull him down until your lips
are on his and he’s rolling over until his full weight is on you. Leg between both of yours, his thigh presses tightly to your center and your hips
buck up when his tongue slips into your mouth, greedy and demanding, making you open up to allow him to kiss you deeper and harder.
Instead of restrained cheek kisses and hands that linger but don’t go too far, Harry seems to have let go of all of his reservations. Every pass of his tongue is deep and teasing, moving against yours in a tantalizing rhythm that makes your thighs tense and your insides ache.
Once shy and respectful, his hand is now bold and eager, dragging over your right breast only to slip under your top and cup it, his warm palm pressing against your nipple that hardens under his touch. There’s no preamble, no dancing around the subject and he touches like he knows your body, eliciting deep sighs and needy whines that go right to his cock as you can feel him firming up, pressing against your thigh. Your hands don’t stay far behind as you explore his skin under his shirt, nails dragging down his chest to the dip of his navel then around to his back where you dig into smooth skin over hard muscle, making his breath catch in his throat and a grunt slip out.
Pulling away with the sound of wet lips parting, Harry drags his mouth down your cheek and jaw and neck while his fingers make quick work of your top, fabric bunching up under your arms as he pushes it up enough to expose you. Head ducking down, he licks at your nipple before wrapping his lips around it with eager pulls that make his cheeks hollow and your jaw drops around a noiseless moan, eyes rolling and fingers pulling at his hair.
Tongue sliding over the dip between your breasts and then over the swell of the other before he presses smacking kisses down your sternum and stomach, licking your belly button before his teeth nip the spot right under it, your knees twitch and your thighs try to close, a loud laugh coming out while both your hands tangle in his hair, nails scratching his scalp.
“‘S so funny?” Harry mumbles, ringless fingers pulling down your shorts and knickers at once as he goes, lips dragging over your hip and down your thigh and you giggle when, after throwing your clothes to the foot of the bed, he continues on his quest up the inside of your knee and thigh.
Words leave you and your eyes flutter shut while he licks where your thigh meets your hip, hands pressing your legs apart so his broad shoulders can fit between them. Tongue flat, Harry licks up your slit and you gasp for air that seems to be avoiding your lungs as he puckers around your clit, cheeks hollowing, middle and ring finger teasing your entrance. Crying out his name loudly, you melt again into a laugh when he moves from side to side, his facial hair scratching against your skin.
“H-Harry!”
Grunting, he presses forward and your squeak turns to laughter as you pull on his hair, making him quince and pull back.
“‘S so funny?” He asks again, a touch of offence in his voice and the dip between his brows, lips glistening and eyes burning as he watches you.
“Your m-mustache,” you sigh, reaching down to drag your thumb over the soft hair that frames his lips. “It tickl— oh!”
Eyes still on you, his fingers press against your entrance as he dips down to flick your clit before suckling - dripping wet, you can hear the noises of his tongue working, making your ears ring as heat crawls up your chest and you cry out, thighs squeezing against the sides of his face.
It’s overwhelming and mind numbingly good - his lips, his tongue, the way his nose bumps your sensitive clit when he ducks down to lap up at your entrance before he presses his fingers knuckle deep inside of you. Not one but two, he dips before moving them slowly, then quicker, the noise of your wetness reaching your ears are you struggle to keep breathing. Your thighs, once tense, relax and drop wide open and your right hand flies up, grasping for something to hold on to as Harry’s lips pull and suckle your clit like you’re water and he’s a man who’s just found an oasis.
“Oh God…” You cry out desperately, hips bucking up against his mouth and you heave, unable to gather enough air to make your mind less foggy. “Oh God, oh God, oh—“
“‘S Harry!” Gasping as he pulls away from you, he smiles cheekily before sinking his teeth into the supple skin of your thigh. “My name, love, please…”
“Harry… c—“ Gulping, you tug on his hair. “Come here, come h—“
Sitting up, both your hands cup his cheeks and you pull until he’s kneeling up between your legs, towering over you enough that you have to lean back to kiss him. Eager hands wrestle with his belt until you can pull the buttery leather from his waist, dropping it to the ground with a loud clank that breaks the silence in the room for only a split second. You both laugh, noses bumping and he helps you get his pants down before he has to pull away to kick them off. His shirt is off next and much to your disgruntlement, he takes care of it himself, pulling on the back of it until it over his head and down his arms.
Your hand to his cheek slows him down again and as you lean back, he follows, all six foot of him blanketing over you while your arms wrapped around his neck. While you kiss, he rubs, cock pressing to your naked center through his underwear and you whine low in your throat as his hips mimic the movement they’d do if he were inside you. Up and down, harder with each roll, he pressed down and ground tighter against you, teasing your clit and himself as he went.
“Harry…” Breathless, you tug at his hair, voice muffled by his lips and you whine, lowly and needy, hips bucking. “Please, please...”
“‘M here,” promises, leaning up in one arm so he can push down his underwear with the other, your hands helping him along until you can’t reach it anymore. “‘M here, jus— right here, darling…”
Free from the confines of his underwear, you finally see his cock - hard and full, head pink and length smooth, it falls between your thighs, pressing against your slit and your eyes roll
while you shiver before you reach for it, fingers wrapping gingerly around him. Your thumb runs up the vein on the underside of it before brushing over the tip, teasing the slit at the end of his cock and, even in the dim light, you can see the way his eyes roll back, the moan rumbling in his chest reaching your ears.
His shoulders shake and he falls forward, both hands beside your head as he towers over you, hair falling over his eyes as he inhales sharply.
“Fuck…” Croaky and low, he curses, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
“You feel good,” you confess, fingers in a fist as you pull up then down and up again, his cock twitching in your hand.
When you look up at him, his cheeks are pink - from the heat or shyness, you don’t know - and he smiles sheepishly, hand reaching for your wrist as he helps you twist your fingers around him in a way that makes the muscles on his stomach tense.
“Is that how you like it?” You gulp, doing it again, and his arms give out some, making his head drop while he moans your name.
“Like it however yeh want to give it,” he laughs, breathless and it takes a good ten seconds and a loud, pathetic little moan, for him to look up at you again. “Gotta s-stop,” swallows hard and drags one of his hands down your arm until he can pull your hand from him. “I need t’ fuck you,” tells you and your breath catches in your throat. “Need yeh t’ let me…”
“Do you have a condom?”
The question is followed by silence and the two of you stare at each other, breathing heavily, before he breaks. Head up, he looks around like he’s lost and you watch his face changing, a slight look of panic setting before he looks down at you at a loss.
“I don—“ pushes up until he’s kneeling between your legs and you follow, the loss of his weight on top of you making you whine low in your throat. “I don’t have it, I didn’t … didn’t get any.”
“In your wallet?” You try but he shakes his head, eyes wide.
“Haven’t done that since ages, I— I’m sorry.”
Sighing, you cup his cheeks and turn his head until your eyes are locked - calmly, even though your voice is shaking from the idea, you explain… “I’m on the pill,” nearly a whisper from how nervous you are. “I’m safe and if yo—“
“Yeah,” nodding repeatedly, Harry reaches up to cup your cheeks before he leans in for a kiss. “Yeah, yes, fuck, please if y— ‘f you’re okay with it…”
Pulling off your top, the last bit of clothing still on your body, Harry’s hands cup your cheeks, tipping your head up to so he can kiss you. This one, deep and slow, feels different, final, an agreement that you’re not stopping anymore and it sends tingles down your spine. The atmosphere changes as he pushes you back until your head hits the pillow again and then his full weight is on you - heavy and sturdy, Harry settles between your spread legs, cock gliding over your slit before he grabs himself and lines up to your entrance.
Chest moving up and down as you gulp quick breaths, you lock eyes with him when he presses in, your lips dropping into a perfect ‘o’ but no sound comes out. Instead, you shiver and your hands grapple with his back, nails digging into his shoulder blades. Inch by inch he sinks into you, slowly but surely and unforgiving and the stretch is enough to make you sweat.
“B-breathe,” Harry gasps, left hand reaching for yours on the back of his neck, pulling on you and holding it above your head, fingers intertwined with yours as he leans forward to brush the tip of his nose against your own. “Breathe, yeh need to breathe…”
Inhaling sharply, you squeeze his fingers and allow air to fill up your burning lungs - he’s thick and big and you feel every ridge as his length spreads you open, the delicious burn making your ears ring and your whole body heat up. Your free hand grips the hair on the back of his neck tightly and you cry out when, at last, he’s down to the hilt, every inch of his cock buried deep inside of you.
“That’s it,” Harry mumbles but his voice is strained and his mouth opens around a wet gasp when you clench. “T-that’s it, good girl, go— ungh, fuck!”
Forehead pressed to yours, he squeezes his eyes shut and grits his teeth as a shiver runs down his spine.
“Stop clenching...” Harry begs, desperate, lips pressing to yours and hand pressing to the spot right under your belly button making you cry out, the muscles in his stomach quivering. “S-stop, I’ll c—“
Voice cracking he gives up his words and pulls back before pressing in again, moving slowly and deep and your thighs squeeze around his narrow hips. Breathing out a laugh when you whine, Harry picks up his pace, full thrusts allowing you to feel just how big he was and your eyes roll back in delight.
It’s overwhelming - the heat between the two of you, the weight of him on top of you and the burn of the stretch in the very center of you… the way his fingers drag up and down your body before he slips his hand between your bodies, fingers teasing your clit. You can smell him, too - rich perfume, soap and sweat, a combination that makes your mouth water and your body burn and beg for more.
Face hiding in his neck, you inhale, dizzy with the smell of him and you can’t help but let your lips drag over his neck, pressing kisses all over before you allow yourself to suckle a patch of sweaty skin. That makes his hips snap hard and your back arches at the force of it, breasts pressing to his inked chest.
“Oh!” Whiny and breathless, your walls pulse around him, knees pressing tightly to his sides, hands slipping over his back. “Oh my god, oh m—‘
“‘M s-sorry,” Harry grits out, sorrow taunting his words as he turns his face so he can catch your lips into a deep, tongue filled kiss. “I’m sorry, wasn’t expectin—“
“It’s okay,” you breathe, licking into his mouth for another deep kiss. “It’s okay, just…” Wriggling your hips, you slide further down, nails dragging over his chest and around his back only for you to grip his hips. “Slow,” you ask, lips against his shoulder. “Go slow…”
“Like this?” Grinding deep, pelvis rubbing against your clit as his cock reaches the deepest most toe-curling spot inside of you, he moves and your hands grip his ass, a whiny moan leaving your lips. “D’yeh like it deep?”
“Yes!” Nodding, you move with him and he falters before falling back into his rhythm. “Yes, oh yes, please…”
Wanton moans and wandering hands along with lips that kiss and suck and tongues that lick whenever and wherever you both can reach, you two move together. Whispered encouragements of “good girl” from him paired with desperate begging “pleases” from you echo between the millimetres of space between you and although slow, every touch pushes you closer and closer to the edge. When he ducks down, lips pulling your nipple into his mouth, tongue flat as he licks from side to side before pulling with hollowing cheeks, you roll your hips up making him sink deeper into you, his balls heavy and hitting against you with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping and lips pulling is your bodies’ symphony and it sounds like heaven every time he moans your name against your ear.
His hands grip the back of your thighs and he presses your legs up, hips picking up the pace and cock stroking your walls. Heat pools low in your belly and when his fingers leave your leg to press against your neglected clit, you twitch, legs weakly falling open, making Harry tumble forward again.
“You’re gonna make me c-cum…” you confess, arms squeezing around him and you breathe harshly, both your breaths mixing as you press your foreheads together.
“Please,” Harry nods eagerly, lips capturing yours in a quick kiss. “Please, ‘m not gonna last…”
“I can feel you in my belly,” you laugh deliriously, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
“Do you?” Putting all of his weight into his hips, he stops, pressing deep without moving, thumb flicking your clit. “D’yeh feel me right here?”
“Yes, oh Harry, fuck…”
“Gonna cum?” Still unmoving but deep inside, his thumb circles the sensitive nub. “Christ, feel how warm and tight yeh are? You’re cumming, aren't yeh?”
With a strangled wanton loud moan, your whole body shakes before you wrap arms and legs around him, tensing up as wave after wave of burning hot pleasure takes over. Eyes squeezed shut, stars dot your vision and your voice cracks when you try to shout, the pressure nearly snapping you in half. Goosebumps cover every inch of your skin and Harry’s voice is rough in your ear, pulling you back.
“Need to come back,” he begs, slowly moving his hips even though you twitch, sensitive. “Come back, baby, please…”
“W-want you to cum,” you finally let out, voice strangled and eyes wet from overwhelmed tears. “Want it, please, can y—“
“‘M almost there,” Harry promises, nodding quickly even with his lips pressed to yours. “Need yeh to help, need y— oh yes!”
Hands pressed to his ass, you roll your hips up, sore walls squeezing around his already twitching cock while your teeth sink into his shoulder. He’s heavy, already giving in to his pleasure and you use the last bit of energy to help him thrust, meeting each snap of his hips with yours.
“Bleeding fuck, y— ‘s tight!“ Awe tinges his voice and he’s clumsy when he moves, any rhythm or reason to his movements lost as a loud grunt slips out of his lips.
It’s with a pull of your fingers in his hair and the suckling of your lips to his neck while you squeeze around his cock that he cums. You watch in awe, his face twisting into tortured agony before he relaxes, lips parted and eyes closed as he allows his orgasm to take over. Spurt after spurt, he fills you up, coating your walls and dripping out of you and onto the sheets while he shakes and his arms give out.
“C’mere,” he urges, hand pushing your hair away from your sweaty face. “Need a kiss, that w—“
Tongue licking into your mouth, loud breathing from both of you echoing in your ears, you kiss until both your hearts slow down. None of you moves and he remains inside of you, neither of you willing to give up the closeness and the feeling of being connected and your heart swells in your chest, feelings squeezing up your chest and throat and desperate to escape to find his ears. You want to tell him how badly you’ve wanted this, him, all of it but instead you swallow it back down and squeeze him into a tight embrace.
Fucked out, you shake your head, eyes glistening with post-orgasm bliss and you rub your cheeks against him, up and down, noses bumping when your turn to kiss him once more. Thumbs brushing against the ends of the soft hair that frames his mouth, you smile before letting your teeth sink into his bottom lip.
“Don’t ever shave…” mumbling, you nuzzle closer and press kiss after kiss against his lips. “Never ever shave.”
“Might have t’...” Harry tries but you whine, shaking your head no, pulling him into a deep kiss.
“Don’t,” lips abandoning his, you kiss his cheek, jaw and neck, sucking on his pulse point and he breathes out a moany laugh.
“Is it working?” Harry whispers against your ear and you nod, looking up at him with gleaming eyes as you smile.
“Yes,” you nod, buttoning it with a kiss. “It is.”
Happiest of birthdays to the one and only gem that is @stylesunchained !!! We don’t know each other well but I love seeing you on my dash, hope you’re having an amazing day! 💕
Happy Birthday to the beautiful and talented @stylesunchained!!!!
Everyone go wish B a happy birthday!! B is one of the kindest people around and has such a talent for words!! She is absolutely beautiful and I hope she has an amazing birthday!! Happy Birthday Friend!! I love you lots!!
Because you live so far away, I thought I would send you a birthday gift in the form of Harry in Green bay gear!!
I Hope your day is filled with love, cake, and cuddling with Harry in comfy Green Bay merch. Love you B!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
